Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Today, the physical fitness of human beings has far exceeded the limit that the old era could achieve. Even if Igor is not an Alpha known for his outstanding physical fitness, he can still use his naked eyes to match the... I don’t know Is not the existence of human beings staring at each other.

However, the clearer he looked, the heavier the haze of fear that enveloped his heart.

Azathoth didn't care about the feelings of the humans he saved casually.

He felt that he could barely remember changing into a human appearance and trying to reduce the psychological shadow area of ​​the other party at the moment, and he had reached the peak moment of memory and empathy in the near future.

After the tentacles hanging down to the ground were silent for a moment, they rushed towards the army of bionics like waves again.The few robots in the lead were still marching aggressively one moment ago, and were overturned helplessly like a boat in a storm the next second. They struggled in vain like tortoises and couldn't move their limbs. The appearance and the encounter at this moment are enough to make any bystander feel a little bit of pity.

Containing the attacker simply and smoothly, Azathoth raised his hand and tugged the hood on his head, and jumped down from the roof.

Igor's pupils shrank, and in the blink of an eye, the master of the tentacles landed on the ground without even a single snowflake being startled.Igor's surroundings had turned into a black ocean. He didn't dare to explore the face under the brim of the opponent's hat. He carefully slowed down his movements and tried to sit up on the ground. By the way, he put the saber in his hand aside to show weakness.

In front of strangers who are obviously invincible and not hostile, it is obviously not wise to forcibly display one's offensive ability.

And the moment he tentatively supported the mechanical left leg and stood up, several tentacles suddenly sprang up from the ground, wrapping him tightly from head to toe.Igor: "..."

Is there really no hostility?

He was fixed in mid-air almost before he could react. One tentacle directly strangled his neck and stuck his jaw and lifted him up. Another one went around his limbs and pressed on the wound on his right leg. After the second injury, he was still in a cold sweat and had difficulty breathing. He almost suspected that the other party did it on purpose. This move was actually a veiled warning.

Azathoth swears to God he never did it on purpose.

He's just a little...well, he's very resistant to communicating with any intelligent creature at close range, so that when the young man in front of him put down the knife in his hand and was about to stand up against the wall, he caught a glimpse of the details of this tiny movement from the corner of his eye. Azathoth's heart beat faster suddenly, and the speed of light made up for the scene where the other party came forward and patted him on the shoulder in gratitude, and the tentacles on the ground reacted immediately with goosebumps.

He stood there in silence for a long time, trying to relieve the fright he had just received.

But in Igor's eyes, his movements of standing silently are a little more unpredictable.The young man who had lost too much blood and was hypoxic couldn't figure out why he had offended the other party. He could only use his only free mouth and decided to save himself when he was completely immobile.

Whether it's begging for mercy or cursing, you can't sit still.

But before he could speak, Azathoth said straight to the point: "I can save you."

In fact, Azathoth is not sure whether there is a language barrier between the two of them. If the other party replies 'I don't understand', the scene will become very awkward.Fortunately, the gray-haired young man was only stunned for a moment, then replied hoarsely: "Yes."

Azathoth frowned. His anthropomorphic height was only about 1.7 meters [-]. No matter which world he was in, he could not be regarded as majestic and burly. In addition, the tentacles directly lifted the human in front of him. In fact, Azathoth now If you want to talk to the other party, you have to raise your head slightly.

In order to better observe human expressions, and to cover up his aggressive behavior after being frightened just now, the black tentacles on the ground rolled over to make room for the young man.

Igor half kneeled in the snow, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the young man in a black cloak took a step forward.A slender tentacle the thickness of a finger climbed up Igor's neck along his body, and the slippery and cold feeling made him shiver uncontrollably and tense his muscles.Then the tentacle lifted his chin directly, forcing him to look directly into the other's face.

"I can save you," repeated the young man in a soft, melodious voice.

At this time, Igor could already see the face under the opponent's hood clearly.

The above facial features can only be called delicate and handsome individually, but for some reason, the overall appearance has a strange charm - perhaps it is not an exaggeration to call it beautiful.But Igor's focus is not here. He barely opened his eyelashes wet with sweat. The closer he was to the opposite side and the clearer he saw, the stronger the sense of terror in his heart. Like a nightmare that would wake up, hallucinatory double images even appeared on the figure close in front of him.

Maybe that's how a drowning person feels when he's tangled in seaweed, struggling in vain to survive.

While dizzy, Igor heard the young man continue to say:

"—In exchange, you have to believe in me, just like believing in the only god in your mind."

He opened his eyes wide, sweat finally dripping from his eyelashes, brushing his ruby-like eyes.

"Okay, I will."

Human beings who are in a desperate situation answer.

Azathoth breathed a sigh of relief.The moment the other party agreed, the name 'Igor Lester Sullivan' appeared in his mind, corresponding to the human youth in front of him.

At the same time, most of the hunger that caused him to suffer all the time subsided without warning, and the comfort brought by his full stomach made him relax, and seeing Igor, a human being, was suddenly pleasing to the eye like never before.

"I'm Azathoth." His social phobia temporarily retreated to the second line, and he tried to speak in a non-blunt tone.

The gray-haired young man still maintained a half-kneeling posture, restraining the instinctive trembling of his muscles, and bowed his head respectfully: "Yes."

Azathoth did not have the consciousness that he almost scared people out of good or bad. He completed a great cause, overcame great difficulties and obstacles (referring to communication barriers), and finally recruited the only human follower so far. After filling his stomach, he happily turned his head and waved to the bionic people on the ground.

The head of a bionic person turned clockwise twice in horror, and the head rolled down from the neck directly. A helicopter-like propeller drilled out of the center of the head, buzzing and taking off on the spot, and flew over.

While flying, it said in a vague mechanical voice with the sound of electricity: "Why did you save him?"

Without waiting for Azathoth to answer, the bionic head turned around Igor: "Well, he is yours now."

Azathoth has known this bionic leader, or the mechanical terminal as he calls it, for a long time, and the thing he is most satisfied with is that he can communicate normally without too much explanation: "Yes, he belongs to me now, so you can no longer hurt him." he."

Igor: "..." Human beings who haven't woken up from the series of ups and downs just now vaguely felt that something was wrong, but they wisely chose to remain silent.

The suspended head of the bionic man moved up and down in a gesture of nodding, and then he did not see it give an order. The army of bionics suppressed by the tentacles controlled by Azathoth stopped struggling, just like a bunch of human beings. Like an old thing that had been abandoned for a long time, it fell silently in the pure white snow, with broken limbs lying aside, and dim eyes looking at the invisible void.

This is also the scene Igor saw when he first stepped into the city. There are chaotic and silent corpses and stone and steel skeletons buried by heavy snow everywhere.

Dilapidated, untidy, and weather-beaten.

Seeing this, the tentacles that flooded like a black pool were also retracted, and they merged with the shadows in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

The city under the white mist became lonely and peaceful again, as if the previous battle had never happened.

However, the painful wound on Igor's right leg was a vivid reminder of what kind of horrible and indescribable reality happened under the warm sunlight.

There were too many questions in his mind to count, but just after he promised to believe in the stranger in the black feather cloak, the instinctive fear he had been unable to restrain had miraculously disappeared.

——Maybe it really is a certain god?

During the rapid development of human technology and individual power, the speculation that there are high-ranking beings that are completely different from the known life forms in the universe or in some unknown planes has never disappeared in the long river of history.

What's more, within the official religious system of the Federation, there is no doubt that pious believers can talk to God in person.

But as a beta who graduated from a grassroots military academy, Igor himself didn't really believe in the official slogans before the war to appease the hearts of the army and civilians in the war zone.

Therefore, in view of past experience, facing the current weird situation, Igor still does not intend to indulge himself and relax his vigilance easily.But the fact is that when he limped along with Azathoth in an unknown direction, the sense of security rising in his heart and the ease of returning home overwhelmed the pain on his chest, almost overwhelming his body. Sanity swallowed.

—Do I really have such a thing as reason now?

The remaining defensiveness frantically sounded the alarm, trying to wake him up so that he would not be sold out and help him lose money.

Azathoth knew nothing about the entanglement deep in the heart of his favored one he had picked up for nothing.

He walked freely in the snow, and every time he advanced a certain distance, he had to stand still and wait for Igor to follow up slowly.The newly-baked evil gods are very patient, but they are different from humans in terms of their way of thinking and level of cognition.The bionic terminal who was still following them finally couldn't help but said: "Azathoth, his blood pressure is lower than the average level of normal human beings, his breathing is rapid and his pulse is weak, and his heart rate does not match the data. It should be that his legs have been bleeding. How close to going into hemorrhagic shock."

"Let me ask a little more, what you want is not his corpse, is it?"

Oh yes.

Suddenly remembered how fragile the human body is, and at the same time Azathoth suddenly realized, a tentacle suddenly drilled out of the snow and fell into Igor's hand.

"Help." The communication disorder patient said succinctly.

If another person had the same incident and conversation here, Igor's saber stuck in his thigh would have already penetrated into this innocent octopus leg, and after the stir-fry, he could add some appetizers.

But the person in front of him is his trading object, belief object, and savior (God).

The gray-haired young man pinched the tentacles tightly with sweaty fingers.

... Not to mention that it feels surprisingly good.

Afterwards, the speed of advancement suddenly accelerated significantly. Three minutes later, Azathoth stood still in front of a building with an open door, and said to Igor, who was pale and forced himself into a coma:

"Let me see your wounds."