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

After the mysterious woman named Teresa finished reciting the summoning spell, she quickly stood up and drew a complex magic pattern with white powder on the long bronze table.

After finishing, Teresa lifted the paint bucket, placed it in the center of the magic pattern, and then recited an obscure magic spell.

The moment this obscure magic incantation was finished, a sudden change occurred:

The lid of the paint bucket, which had been sealed intact, suddenly emitted a dazzling light. Then, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the iron lid flew away for ten meters due to a mysterious force. Immediately, a black stream appeared in the paint bucket. huge tornado.

The huge tornado escaped from the paint bucket in an instant and flew towards the sky above the hall. But at this moment, the magic pattern emitted a dazzling yellow light. It was like hiding a black hole in the yellow light. The black hole pushed the fleeing black wind toward Yellow light internal rotation absorption.

This made Kraul stunned. Kraul focused his eyes on the black tornado and found that it was actually a dense black spirit body!

There are skinny children, middle-aged and elderly people who died of illness, workers who died tragically in accidents at work, homeless people who died of starvation, and missing girls...

After being sucked in by the yellow light, these spirits seemed to suddenly realize the great danger. They instinctively let out miserable screams and struggled desperately to escape to the periphery of the magic pattern.

"Holy shit, this organization called the 'Witch Coven' is so evil. It doesn't even spare the spirit body after death!"

Just when Claure was in shock, a sudden change occurred again, and an unknown black asphalt-like object was suddenly pulled out of the paint bucket.

After the viscous black liquid was pulled out, it followed the edge of the paint bucket, showing signs of trying to crawl out. However, due to the attraction of the yellow light of the magic pattern, the black liquid did not escape the circle of light.

However, the yellow light did not have enough power to pull the black liquid into the black hole. The yellow light and the black viscous liquid began to pull, and time seemed to stand still.

"What's going on?"

"The black liquid seems very unique and powerful, but why is it also sealed in the paint bucket?"

"What's the origin of this weird paint bucket?"

Claure began to be curious about the paint bucket, but when he focused his mental energy on the paint bucket, he found that there seemed to be nothing special in it.

But it was obvious that the paint bucket contained a special energy, and this energy gave Kraul a very familiar feeling.

Yes, it was a very familiar feeling that he seemed to have felt and been exposed to many times before, but where exactly he came into contact with it, Claure could not recall it for a while.

After Kraul searched the paint bucket, he knew that with his current strength, he couldn't find anything. So, he thought about it, gritted his teeth and decided to use his mental power to explore the yellow light with strong suction.

But the moment Kraul put his mental power in contact with the center of the yellow light, Kraul felt like the world was spinning, and at the same time he felt that his whole body was being attracted by a powerful force into a space-time tunnel filled with yellow oil paintings.

And in this tunnel, those who were sucked in with him were those poor spiritual bodies that had not been dead for more than seven days and had no time to dissipate.

"Fuck you!" The moment Claure traveled through the time and space tunnel, he began to scream with regret.

Krall thought he was observing scenes that had happened in the long-faced gentleman's mind in the past. These scenes should be dead and not dangerous.

But only then did he realize that he was terribly wrong. The powerful existence was noticed the moment he peered into the yellow light.

The yellow tunnel quickly disappeared. The moment the tunnel disappeared, Claure found himself in a strange desert filled with flowing yellow thick fog.

This strange desert is filled with flowing thick yellow fog and full of huge wreckage of monsters. Claure also discovered that there are still huge pyramids half-buried in the thick fog and deep in the desolate land.

In addition, there are countless steel ruins and densely packed towering buildings in the distance from the pyramid!

Yes, that’s right, it turned out to be a very modern, even far beyond modern steel city ruins!

This shocked Klauer extremely.

"Where in this weird world is this?"

"Why is it so ultra-modern? Is this the legendary ancient ruins of the Third Age?"

Claure looked at the incredible sight in front of him, his thoughts quickly diverging and his associations flowing.

And just when Kraul was thinking wildly, a huge human-shaped shadow suddenly stood in front of a giant pyramid. The human-shaped shadow was so big that it seemed that the head and feet could not be seen.

Above the shadow, there are countless long red lines hanging. At the end of the long lines, there are black spiritual bodies hanging. These black spiritual bodies are obviously the wandering spirits that were sucked in by the yellow light before. This can make Kraul see Extremely frightened.

But at the moment of panic, Klauer was quickly entangled with a red thread floating towards him, and no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it.

"What should I do?!"

Klauer kept struggling, and at the same time his mind was thinking quickly, thinking about how to escape, but at this moment, an equally huge monster with goat horns, human face and red bat wings flew past the void. Then, it screamed at the huge humanoid shadow, and at the same time used its huge bat wings to cut the dense red thin lines.

This made Klauer stunned again:

"What's going on here? A fight between two major god-level beings?"

"Is this huge, powerful being with goat horns and bat wings the legendary devil? The Great Demon God?"

"Is he fighting with the phantom of Naia Tipu who controls countless red threads to save the black liquid that is about to be pulled into the yellow light?"

"The viscous black liquid has a lot of background, and it is actually worthy of the great gods and demons..." Krall quickly learned the reason from the battle between these two powerful beings.

"The two tops are fighting. For me, it might be a good opportunity to escape. As long as I can seize the opportunity and break free from the red line, I can go back through the tunnel."

Thinking of this, Krall silently prayed to the devil to cut off the red thread hanging him.

Claure was swayed by the red thread and felt dizzy, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with a strong desire for survival.

Krall's wish was excellent, but the reality was a slap in the face. Although the big demon fought fiercely with the humanoid shadow, it only prevented the yellow tunnel from continuing to inhale the spirit body, that's all.

The human-shaped shadow also seemed to know the idea of ​​the goat-headed bat wings. While quickly avoiding the cutting of the red line by the bat wings, it slowed down the yellow tunnel's attraction to the spirit body. In the end, it actually wanted to slowly close the yellow tunnel.