In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

"Nothing terrible happened in the beginning. Everything was normal. We secretly observed him every once in a while. Everything seemed to be back to normal. He also changed his job and gave birth to a baby not long ago. A lovely daughter, but the evil seemed to have gone away from him until a few months ago." At this point, Ian really wanted to think of something terrible, and then paused.

"Officer Yin En, what terrible thing happened to that person in the past few months?" Claure asked Ian impatiently.

"Just a few months ago, he suddenly ran to Thalia Bay, jumped directly into the sea, and turned into a dark green monster with high ridges and scales, webbed hands and feet, and a gill-like fish head. The monster's fighting power is not weak." Ian said this with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was recalling a difficult battle.

"How could contact with the evil god's items have such terrible consequences? Is there no effective solution? Can't even your powerful extraordinary beings completely drive away the evil god's hidden power?" Claure looked horrified after hearing this, and asked Ian again Is there a way that can 100% solve the evil power hidden in the human body?

Klauer finally became afraid of the mysterious octopus mark Trioctahedron, as if he saw his tragic future a few years later. He might be like the guy Ian said, turning into a terrifying monster with an octopus head.

"Kraul, there is no 100% solution, but there is a way to solve the evil god's pollution very well, and that is to become a transcendent."

"As long as you become a transcendent, you will have mysterious power in your body, and this mysterious power is often strong enough to resist the pollution of the evil god." When Ian said this, his half-closed eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly saw To Claure.

"Claude, are you willing to join us and become one of us?" Ian looked at Claude with burning eyes and asked solemnly.

"Become a transcendent? Can I join you too? Become a transcendent?" When Claure heard this, he looked at Ian in disbelief.

Is it so easy for extraordinary people to join? I have to ask carefully what hidden disadvantages there are. Thinking of this, Krall quickly asked: "Officer Ian, I need you to provide information about the pros and cons of becoming a transcendent, and then we can weigh and decide. After all, , I just learned that there are extraordinary beings in this world, and this is something worthy of careful consideration."

When Crowler said this, he looked at Ian sincerely.

"Kraul, the biggest drawback of the extraordinary is that it is a high-risk profession. The extraordinary team must always fight against various mysterious events and evil gods, demons and monsters. The probability of the extraordinary being killed in the line of duty is very high. The top ten special teams of the gods in Southwell City , the number of teammates killed and injured every year reaches a scary number, and the same is true for our seventh main god special team."

"But Klauer, you are different. When you join our seventh special team, you will only serve as our internal staff and not as a field staff. In this way, you will not have too many personal safety problems."

"Please think about it carefully. I can't reveal too much about the details. After you think about it, go to the Daqiao District Police Station to find me through the business card I gave you. Just go to the front desk of the police station. Remember to bring my business card." After Ian finished speaking, he jumped out of the carriage. The carriage had reached Agate Street, about 20 meters away from a single-family villa with a garden.

Claure saw Ian walking towards the garden of the villa, and hurriedly followed him. As soon as he entered the villa, Claure felt that the atmosphere was strange. The villa seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious force, with a permeating chill, and he seemed to be surrounded by countless pairs of hands. Eyes fixed on it, it feels like the scene in the priesthood of the mysterious club.

Claure followed Ian to the hall on the second floor. There were two human-like patterns drawn with white chalk on the floor of the hall. There was a weird five-pointed ritual pattern in the middle of the hall, but no body was found.

It seems that Cam has been sent to the hospital, and Senna's body has also been taken away from the crime scene. Krall did not see the two of them walking on the ground, and the burden on his heart was relieved, and he couldn't help but vomit slightly. tone.

On one side of the living room, a woman with a white handbag and white workplace clothes sat cross-legged. What was strange was that this woman's eyes were painted with dark blue paint.

The woman was sitting in a small ritual magic circle, with her eyes closed, and she kept whispering rapidly, as if she was communicating with someone, which was indescribably weird.

Ian signaled Claure not to interrupt the other party, and he stood quietly not far from the entrance of the hall, patiently waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

"Ms. Laila, have you found any useful clues at the scene?" Ian asked hurriedly after seeing the strange lady named Laila open her eyes.

"The opponent is a tricky idea. I have already said hello to the wandering spirits nearby, but they did not find any useful information." Ms. Laila stood up and stepped out of the magic circle. She saw a gust of wind suddenly blowing in the living room. After blowing away all the powder in the magic circle behind Laila, Klauer felt that the temperature in the living room began to rise and the permeating atmosphere disappeared after the cold wind stopped blowing.

"Claude, this is Ms. Leila, the most famous spirit guide on Morningside Island in Southwell City. The main reason why I brought you here is to assist Ms. Leila in guiding you." Ian said Then, he nodded slightly towards Laila, indicating that he had been brought.

Is the other party a spiritual guide? Was she just communicating with this room and the undead wandering around the villa? Klauer felt like his scalp was numb when he thought of this.

Leading spirits? Isn't it possible to communicate only with dead ghosts? And I am a living person, how did she lead spirits to me? Also, she won’t discover the secret of my time traveler. Thinking of this, Kraul couldn’t help but start to worry, and he had the idea of ​​​​escape.

"Claire, right? Let me introduce myself. Ms. Laila from the Citrine Spiritual Hall, No. 118, Morningside Church District, Southwell City. Remember to come to my store when you have time and get a % discount." Laila looked at him with a smile. After speaking, Claure took out two black and white candles, a pack of white powder, and two small bottles of essential oil, one black and one blue, from the white handbag.

Ms. Laila motioned to Klauer to stand still, and used white powder to surround the two of them in a large circle. Then she covered the candle wick with her palms. There were only two pops of pops, and the two candles were lit one after another. Finished Then, Laila opened the black vial and dropped two drops of black liquid into the black candle.

"Kraul, before leading the spirit, I will use intoxicating essential oil to let you relax slowly, then gently touch your body, and then slowly enter..."

The more Crowl listened, the weirder he felt.

"Black moon flower, you represent the power of the night, making people fall asleep. You are the favorite of the goddess of the crimson moon..." There was a popping sound, the black candlelight suddenly increased several times, and there was a fragrance similar to roses. Shrouded in Klauer, Klauer only felt that red, yellow, blue... colorful oil paintings appeared in front of his eyes. He looked as if he was drunk and did not wear my myopia glasses at night. Everything around him looked confused and colorful. of.

"Blue ghost flower, you represent the power of the soul, are the guardian of the soul, and are the favorite of the goddess of the crimson moon..." Poof, the white candlelight suddenly became larger, and a scent of mint enveloped it. Klauer, Klauer only felt that he had lost his thinking and thoughts for an instant, and found that his body began to become transparent, and eventually turned into a slowly changing glowing piano sheet with seven colored lines such as red, yellow, and blue.

"Human consciousness is like this seven-color piano score. Each note hanging in the score is everyone's memory, and the seven colors represent the seven emotions in the memory, anger, envy, joy, and sadness. , shame, jealousy and fear..."