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

"It just expresses what tourists want most:"

“Immersive experience, harvesting family affection and love, desire and catharsis from adventure, gaining infinite possibilities that cannot be realized, and the last and most important point is to enable tourists to get to know and understand the people they most want to know and understand in the ultimate experience. —the tourist himself.”

"All thematic storylines point to this core goal, that's all!"

After Dr. Bert finished speaking, he showed a mysterious smile and looked into the air, as if he was thinking about something, but also as if he was hiding something, his eyes were deep.

"Dr. Burt is worthy of being the founder of Western Paradise. The answer to any question is so enigmatic. This is indeed a level higher than the lustful Professor Grant who pretends to be a top expert. No wonder he admires Dr. Burt so much. ....”

After hearing this, Krall also felt a strong urge to admire Dr. Bert.

The carriage moved forward very quickly, and in about half an hour, they arrived at a small town of about a thousand people whose architectural style and layout were the same as those of the eastern towns.

The town is full of single-family villas with exterior corridors. A main road with four carriages driving abreast leads straight to the end of the town. Claure looked far into the distance and could vaguely see a football field at the end of the town. There is a public square of the same size as the public square, and a three-story chapel with pointed black tiles and pure white walls located in the middle of the public square, and a black cross standing high on the roof of the chapel.

In addition, Claure seemed to also see a large flat square, dark and spliced ​​together like townhouses, with no end in sight and complicated steam machines.

Countless people dressed in weird and advanced costumes lined up in long lines and walked in and out of the steam machines. It was very lively and energetic.

The ancient town and the steam machinery were so abruptly combined, which gave Kraul a very unreal feeling. Just when Kraul wanted to take a closer look, a black carriage drove to the door of a tavern full of signboards with various prices. stopped.

Claure was surprised when he saw an artistic and eye-catching walnut signboard that read "Maeve's Tavern" hanging in the large glass window of the tavern.

"Maeve's Tavern?"

"Is this the Maeve Tavern that Kiragi always talks about?"

"A serious Trojan cyborg anomaly occurred in this tavern?"

Just when Crowler looked surprised, Captain Ian, Roufeng and Dr. Bert quickly walked out of the carriage. They came to the door of the tavern, but stopped.

Claure stepped out of the carriage with strong curiosity, quickly came behind the three of them, and glanced into the tavern.

Obviously, there was a serious fight in the tavern. The door of the tavern had been torn down, the tables were overturned, stools were thrown everywhere, and the Taoist trump cards and banknotes and copper coins used for gambling were scattered all over the floor... .

Claure stopped at a corpse near the entrance of the tavern. As his eyes moved away, he discovered several more corpses.

One, two, three... a total of twenty! The whole tavern was filled with the smell of death.

Claure had a premonition that the matter was serious, but he did not expect that it would be so serious.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to observe the scene in the tavern, only to find that there were three living people in the dark and large tavern. One was half-kneeling next to the corpse, a thin-faced man in thin clothes who seemed to be talking to himself. .

In addition, there were two men and a woman squatting in the corner next to the bar.

The thin-faced man in an old brown suit, tight pants, old leather shoes, and an old leather belt wearing a holster seemed to be a survivor of this chaos.

The thin-faced man behaved strangely. He held a bottle of low-quality spicy wine in one hand and poured it into the mouths of the corpses. This made the man and woman hiding in the innermost corner of the tavern tremble with fear.

The thin-faced man poured wine on the corpse and said:

"There's still one person here who hasn't drunk yet..."

"Drink, drink enough..."

The thin-faced man poured the entire bottle of wine in his hand into the mouth of the corpse dressed as a black-bearded thug. After all the wine was poured, the thin-faced man began to walk towards the counter inside the tavern to look for wine again.

Hiding beside the counter, a man and a woman in their thirties, dressed in casual and fashionable clothes, were hugging each other tightly. They were obviously a couple of tourists. When they saw the thin-faced man walking towards them, they were shaking all over. Awesome, they bury their heads together, fearing that if they look at each other one more time, their heads will break.

The thin-faced man took a bottle of pure white liquor from the counter, walked past the two of them, and just glanced at each other. Strangely, he did not do anything aggressive towards the two of them.

After the thin-faced man took the wine, he continued to pour wine into the mouths of other corpses, muttering to himself as he poured:

"The villain Lennart hasn't drunk yet, it's his turn to drink this time..."

"Next is the turn of the murderer Kerr...Drink up Kerr, drink enough before you go to hell..."

"And the gambler Aite...you all have a share, drink as much as you can..."

......

"Let me see who else hasn't had a drink?"

After the thin-faced man poured the wine into the mouths of all the corpses, he began to look around. When he saw the couple hiding in the corner near the counter, their faces turned even paler and their whole bodies were shaking even more violently.

But at this moment, the thin-faced man just said to the frightened couple:

"You can't drink this wine, it's not for you."

After the thin-faced man finished speaking, he poured the remaining wine into his mouth and said while drinking:

"I won't die this time..."

"Great Arnott, under your protection, no one can kill me anymore..."

"Yes, the great god of guidance, the whisperer, the lord of contemplation, the pioneer Arnot!"

Claure, Ian and Roufeng all looked at each other in confusion after seeing the strange behavior of the long-faced man, and then they all turned their attention to Dr. Bert.

"Arnott?"

"Arnot, the great god of guidance?"

"The transcendent person who once controlled Dorothy through bipsychology, but was shot in the head by Dorothy?"

? ?

"He's not completely dead? Still secretly controlling the receptionists at Morningside Island?"

"Shhh... this is scary..." Claure thought of this and looked at Dr. Bert with panic in his eyes.

Seeing this, the doctor frowned slightly, and then took out a metal plate made of an unknown material from his arms. He pointed it at the metal plate, and then recited a few magic spells. After reciting, he looked at the thin-faced man. He spat out:

"stop!"

As the words came out, the thin-faced man in brown clothes was shaken all over after hearing this. Then, he kept his head raised to pour the wine and turned into a still human sculpture.

After Dr. Bert saw the thin-faced man turned into a statue, he slowly walked to the shivering tourist couple, squatted down, and comforted him in a soft voice:

"Dear tourists, Chenxi Company is very sorry for the anomaly that occurred at the receptionist in Troy and frightened you. We will handle the matter quickly and give you a satisfactory answer."

The two tourists looked up and found that Chenxi Company had sent staff. After confirming that they were completely out of trouble, they ran out of the door without looking back, shouting as they ran:

"Shit, I will definitely file a complaint against you and ask Chenxi Company to compensate you for huge mental damages. I will sue you until you go bankrupt. Yes, I swear..."