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

Do you want to pray to Yog-Thoth again?

Maybe He took away the remaining electric energy and teleported me out of Dawn Island?

How about spreading it to the nearby White Mist Secret Field?

Forget it, I have tried it several times, maybe because these 30 or so six-eyed thunder eels have accumulated 6 hours of electrical energy, He may really not like it.

Perhaps, to teleport to the White Mist Secret Field closest to here, at least 60 six-eyed thunder eels and 6 hours of electrical energy storage are needed. Or maybe, he wants to take away all the electrical energy storage, but for some reason, he cannot Do it...

However, it won’t be too late to try again next time when I fill up the Leyden jar with electricity.

The most important thing now is to get out of the desert.

Claure carefully wrapped the metal ball of the Leyden jar in his gloves. After doing this, he carefully put it into the outer pocket.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth, propped up his whole body with an iron cane, and walked quickly towards a hillside to the west.

"Maybe after climbing this hillside, I can return to the church area of ​​Morningside Island. I'm so stupid. Why don't I carry a map with me, or get a sound-transmitting spell emblem, the kind Jiraghi often uses."

Claure kept comforting himself as he walked, and at the same time regretted that he was not well prepared for his work.

It took Claure a full twenty minutes to finally climb to the top of the hill.

"The view is really wide. It seems that I was right. There is a big lake in the east direction. I have visited it often. I have the impression that I was going in the opposite direction, away from the big lake. No wonder."

Claure looked annoyed when he learned that he was walking in the opposite direction.

"Hey, there is a pasture not far ahead, with a herd of cows..."

"There is also a farm at the corner of the hillside."

"There are also buildings to the west. It looks like a normal town. However, it takes at least more than an hour by carriage..." After Claure climbed to the top of the hillside, he covered the area with a radius of more than 1 kilometers. The view is unobstructed.

Don’t want a nearby farm? Want some water?

Claure thought of this, wiped his dry lips, and walked towards the farm...

"Bang bang bang!"

But just when Claure walked less than 500 meters away from the farm, several sharp gunshots were heard in the farm, and then a heartbreaking cry came: "Dad!"

"Ah, no......"

"No, there's something wrong!"

Claure immediately found a haystack to hide, and at the same time took out an old antique pistol, but soon he knew that his old antique revolver had been shot out of bullets.

He thought for a moment, put away his pistol, tightened his cane, and quickly groped in the direction of the farm like a vigorous cheetah.

Claure quickly crossed the straight carriageway that led directly to the farm, and lay down behind a large oak tree about fifteen meters away from the farm, after making sure that there was no danger.

He muttered three times silently, opened his spiritual vision, and his mental power entered the etheric realm. Then, he tried his best to expand his mental power to the limit of twenty meters, and he could clearly see what was happening on the farm. .

The entire farm is surrounded by a wooden fence. Inside the wooden fence is a two-story single-family villa with a pure wooden structure with an exterior verandah. The villa is not big, but Claure knows that the villa has at least one living room and three bedrooms on the second floor and at least one on the first floor. Large living room and a kitchen.

Next to the single-family villa is a single-story wooden warehouse. At this time, the warehouse door is half-covered. Through his spiritual vision, Claure can clearly see the half-filled withered grass inside the warehouse.

Behind the two buildings was a place where livestock was kept, and Claure could see the horses scurrying around, frightened by the gunfire.

The emergency happened in the farm villa. In the villa at this time, a woman dressed like a medieval woman in light gray linen clothes and a headscarf was lying in the hall kitchen, with blood on her head flowing all over the floor... .

It was obvious that the woman had been dead for at least a moment.

On the verandah of the villa, there was a wooden chair. Sitting slumped on the wooden chair was a man about 50 years old, with thin brown hair, a receding hairline, a black windbreaker, a white shirt, tight pants, and boots, with a kind face. The father is a middle-aged and elderly farmer.

It was just that the man wore an expensive black belt around his waist, which was very conspicuous. There were gun holsters on both sides of the belt. At this time, the farmer's forehead was pierced by a bullet.

The shotgun in his right hand had long since slipped away, but his left hand was pointing towards his daughter. His desperate face showed great worry and urgency, as if he was trying his best to remind his daughter that the devil was behind her.

The one who was crying heartbrokenly at this time was the farmer's daughter. She was dressed in a light blue floral collar with a long-sleeved tight dress, long loose brown hair, an angelic face, and extremely concave and convex breasts. Devil figure.

Is this the farmer's daughter?

The appearance is a bit similar to Doris. In my eyes, Western beauties are all the same. However, Doris is only 90 points, while she is 93 points.

At this time, the farmer's daughter was held tightly around the waist by a long-faced man in gentleman's clothes, about five meters away from the dead farmer.

The man in gentleman's uniform completely ignored the farmer's daughter's miserable cries, and with a smile on his face, he dragged her towards the warehouse filled with withered grass as if he were grabbing a doll.

On both sides of the warehouse, two fierce-looking men wearing cowboy hats and dressed as thugs were standing. One tall and one short. At this time, they were watching the men in gentleman uniforms with relish. They probably waited for the gentleman men to finish, and then they would share a drink. Soup-like.

"These beasts are really wasting their natural resources." Claure looked very unhappy.

"What kind of justice is there for such a beautiful creature to suffer such a cruel attack?"

"Why do I feel like I can't control myself and want to shoot them in the head? Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I still have the urge to show myself to others." Claure hid very secretly. But through spiritual vision, he saw very clearly.

Looking at the farmer's daughter who was in a huge life-and-death crisis, Claure had the urge to rush forward and shoot each of the three people. After thinking that he did not have the weapon in hand, and feeling that the matter had little to do with him, Krall began to calm down.

"I can't just rush in and scare them to death with a pistol, right? Or lead the electricity from the Leyden bottle and electrocute them to death?"

"There are three of them, and I am only one. I can't ignore the danger. Let's take the risk. Let's observe this matter for a while and then make a plan."

Claure realized that he was not strong enough to support his risk, and decided to continue observing. At this time, he unknowingly brought his spiritual vision to the extreme.