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

It feels like I bought a robot doll. However, this robot puppet suddenly opened its red eyes late one night, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of its mouth.

Then, it began to unplug the socket it was charging from. Under the cover of the pitch-black night, it slowly opened your door, poked its head into your room bit by bit, and sneaked into you. bedroom, slowly coming to your bedside.

It looks at you with red eyes. Finally, it slowly leans over and strangles your neck in an instant. When you wake up suddenly and struggle to no avail, it lies on top of you and does indescribable things... .

Just as Crowler was losing his temper, Moore Heath's slightly hesitant voice came:

"Dear Mr. Champion, Dr. Bert has not started implementing a new themed story line recently, but there seems to be a large area of ​​abnormality among the Trojan cyborgs in the western town recently."

"Dr. Burt and his team are currently busy dealing with problems with the cyborgs, which has delayed the implementation of new themed storylines."

When Morhis said this, he paused slightly and turned his attention to Crowl again.

"Morhis, has Dr. Burt found out the cause of the problem with the cyborgs in the town?"

After hearing what Morhis said, Claure was silent for a moment, and then asked the other party in a calm tone.

As expected, Mr. Champion was very emotionally interested in the receptionist in the western town. Especially after I mentioned that there was a problem with the receptionist, he even expressed an expectant inquiry.

Why would He be so interested in this seemingly ordinary Morningside Company and the receptionists in this small western town?

Could it be that these receptionists are extraordinary? Could these hosts have been influenced by evil forces?

When Morhis thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in his scalp.

If the cyborg hosts are really secretly affected by evil forces, it would be reasonable for these hosts to receive Mr. Crown's attention.

It is definitely not an easy matter to attract Mr. Champion’s attention!

Thinking of this, Morsis' heart tightened. He looked at the person at the head of the seat with a solemn and fearful look and said:

"Mr. Champion, Dr. Burt has not yet found any abnormality in the receptionists in the western town."

"Maybe Dr. Burt has detected a problem, but he chose to hide it."

When Morhis said this, he looked at Crowl with uneasy eyes.

Maybe Dr. Burt has something wrong with his test? But he chose to hide it?

When Kraul heard what Morhis said, his normal eyes shrank slightly. Kraul's eyes when he looked at Morhis also became a little different:

It seems that Moore Heath, who has little experience in interpersonal communication, is not as idiotic as he seems on the surface.

Dr. Burt had detected a problem, but he chose to hide it?

If this is the case, the situation is complicated. Dr. Bert, is indeed very extraordinary. A mid-to-high-level transcendent from the God of Dragon Sky with no less talent than the 6th-level 'Mind Reader'?

He is really scary!

Krall thought of Dr. Burt, who seemed very knowledgeable, but exuded a mysterious feeling that gave people an abyss-like feeling. He felt that it was right for him to have less contact with him before.

"Morhis, the information you provided is also useful to me. Is there anything else you need to communicate?"

After Krall finished thinking, he quickly retracted his thoughts. He quickly glanced at Morhis and asked Morhis in a calm tone.

Moore Heath found that the person in charge was a little disappointed after hearing his guess about Dr. Burt, but did not give a clear answer.

But he did not feel particularly disappointed because of this. After all, the one-sided information he provided was limited. Even as the Crown Champion of God, it was impossible to deduce the results from the guesses he casually said.

"Mr. Champion, I have no other information to exchange."

Moores said he had nothing more to talk about.

"Does anyone else need to exchange information or have anything to trade?"

Claure glanced towards Morhis, and then towards everyone present one by one, but received a negative reply.

Krall looked at the few people who had been sitting quietly on the bronze table, but they were like quiet bystanders, but they never participated in the communication of the Crowned Party.

It seemed that the partygoers were all passively brought here. These participants were wary of the party, and they were even more afraid of the person at the head of the table, so they tried their best not to speak.

However, this is also good, so that you can give yourself more time to observe these people and slowly understand the details of these people.

Klauer thought of this, and nodded with a smile to the fat lazy woman, the young-looking and thin hooded woman, the clerical woman in red skirt, the pale-faced boy and the middle-aged man dressed as a profiteer who he had not interacted with often, and then he shook his head. Move your right arm, and in the center of the silver cane that is connected to your right arm and surrounded by dense starlight, space ripples begin to appear in circles.

And this space ripple eventually formed a huge transmission channel, and the gathering attendees were quickly swallowed up by the transmission channel and disappeared in an instant.

After Claure finished, Mr. Crowner suddenly whispered in his ears:

"Klauer, use the power of the scepter in your hand to knock Paul Donald unconscious. All you need to do is express the strong intention to knock him out in your heart."

Damn it, this magic staff is so useful. After hearing the crowner's whisper, Krall turned his eyes to Paul Donald, who looked confused, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Paul Donald, I'm sorry, Crowler silently cursed in his heart, and then transferred his strength to his right arm, then lifted the cane from the floor, and then hit the ground hard.

Taking advantage of this action, Kraul's mind showed a strong desire to knock Paul Donald unconscious. Just after Kraul made this wish, he saw a strong white light emitting from the sapphire of the scepter.

This white light instantly shined on the head of this middle-aged man who looked like a profiteer. After the middle-aged man was illuminated by the white light, he didn't even have time to scream, and he fainted directly on the bronze table.

"Mr. Champion, why do you keep Paul Donald detained in your huge palace? Is this Paul Donald a powerful guy?"

The moment Claure knocked Paul Donald unconscious, he switched places with the winner, and he was sitting quietly at the end of the seat.

"Haha, have you ever seen a guy who didn't surrender to me or submit his own spiritual book after being dragged into my palace?"

There was a sneer from the winner.

Claure couldn't help but be startled after hearing this. He looked at the sleeping Paul Donald and suddenly felt an unreal feeling.

Yes, why didn't this guy, who seemed like just an ordinary person, give in?

When Claure thought of this, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his gaze towards the winner was also full of strangeness. It seemed that Mr. winner often behaved very strangely, but in some very detailed aspects, he behaved very logically and very well. Be careful, He is truly amazing.