Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Azathoth allowed others to misunderstand his relationship with his loved ones.

People are willing to regard his occasional empathy and reasonableness as a kind of condescending charity, and they imagine Azathoth to be too indifferent, or the kind of indifference that is most easily understood by human beings.Just like a person in a high position who is used to seeing life and death, is used to manipulating the fate of others, and is willing to control things around him, this is of course inconsistent with some of the characters displayed by Azathoth, but instead of believing that he will Everything is regarded as something worse than dust, and even alms is absent-minded and dispensable, it is better to regard His occasional indifference as cruelty.

For example, a person who has never studied and cannot understand quantum mechanics will use old concepts to apply mechanically when exposed to new knowledge.

But Igor was also much calmer than Azathoth expected.Human beings are dressed in neat suits and leather shoes most of the time, maybe he will be more chic when he wears military uniform, but no matter who sees Igor at the first glance, he will be classified as a successful person, that is, strong self-control Clear goals, never trying to rely on others for profit, even if you encounter difficulties occasionally, you can at least maintain a superficial demeanor and calmness.

Such a person usually looks a little more serious, which will make other people dare not even joke around in front of him.

But the Igor in the eyes of Azathoth is completely different from the Igor in the eyes of others.

He has seen the other party in the most embarrassing state, so that his first impression of him... can't be said to be bad, but definitely not tough.

Moreover, Igor has never shown a strong side in front of Azathoth, as if being controlled, guided, and protected, these feelings of resistance or yearning for ordinary people have no effect on him—— That is of course impossible.

Because Azathoth knew very well that even if he had no intention of breaking the bird's wings and trapping it in a cage to watch it all day long, when he forcibly exposed and treated the wound covered by the other's wings from the snowstorm , some inevitable changes have already occurred.

Igor had to get used to it, he had to get used to it.

When it comes to certain intimate interactions after nightfall, humans are quite calm.He is a Beta, born in the chaotic borderlands. Although he grew up in the capital, he spent most of his life in the army for more than 20 years. Sex is not a necessity for Igor, but he is no stranger to it.

"I know what you are worried about." Sometimes Azathoth behaved too cautiously, as if holding a crystal clear glass product, but humans would take the initiative to come closer, "You don't have to restrain yourself. I'm not that fragile."

Azathoth begs to disagree.

It is standard practice to handle with care, and it is not a bad thing to be careful.

The gray-haired young man frowned because of this, and showed a troubled expression: "I believe you." He knelt on one knee and lowered his head to hold Azathoth's cold fingertips, looking very docile, but with a little Funny look, "Have you also read the novel published by Hugo?"

Because of the intimate movements, his voice was a little low and his speech was very slow, "It's very imaginative."

Azathoth never thought that he would mention the bloody book at such a time, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Why?"

The fingers of the gods gradually took on the temperature of humans.

"If you really do that, there's nothing I can do about it." When Igor said this, an unexplainable emotion flashed across his red eyes, and then he smiled, "Although I'm afraid it can be done that way." Achieve your goal, but there may be a lot of twists and turns in the process."

Of course, if Azathoth hadn't acted so... so unlike an evil god, then I'm afraid human beings would have much simpler thoughts, nothing more than fear and use.

The god leaned down in front of him, rubbing his throat with his palm, his dark eyes were dark, but his expression was quite gentle, even gentle: "Then will you refuse?"

"...I won't." The young man let him move, exposing his vitals to Azathoth's control, like a self-sacrificing lamb, although his expression was still calm and he had nothing to do with herbivores, but However, his body kept trembling because of the instinct to protect himself, "It's too difficult for me to reject you."

What responded to him was a kiss that seemed to smell like the sea.

**

"I won't say it." The dagger tremblingly carved this line of words on the wooden board, and it was still smooth and elegant, but the lines at the end were a little trembling, "Please forgive me... I definitely didn't mean to stay at that time In your room."

Azathoth: "..."

He didn't hand over the phalanx taken from Igor's mechanical leg until the end of that day.Garcia is right, the dagger looks suspicious from the inside out, and judging by how easily it can sever Hugo's thumb despite the 'no power', the dagger is more serious than it appears. power.

So Azathoth rejected the proposal of the dagger. He kept the phalanx properly and hadn't figured out what to do with it, but the dagger enjoyed the treatment of being put on play.

It looks like it's been starving for a while.

"What do you want to do?"

Dagger: "I just want to take a little bit of blood."

It dragged on the middle adjective for a long time, hoping that it would lessen Azathoth's anger.

In fact, Azathoth had nothing to be angry about. The dagger's sudden deceitful corpse was beyond his expectation, but let's not mention whether Azathoth didn't mind being surrounded by people. Anyway, everything was over at that time, and the dagger didn't have eyes.In short, the evil god pondered for a while, and instead of throwing the dagger into the trash immediately, he said, "I remember Bishop Gilbert said that you have the emblem of the god engraved on you, let me see."

The dagger twisted like a little girl about to undress in front of strangers.

"..."

Azathoth showed a cold expression befitting his status.

The dagger jumped up and wrote neatly: "I've disappointed you, but now I only have the most basic ability to write, and I can't get rid of the scabbard on my body. Can you help me take it off?"

Azathoth: "Didn't you lose the strength to write last time?"

The dagger is pitiful: "You can recover a little by raising it slowly, but it will be faster if you have blood."

At the beginning, it probably wanted to cut off Hugo's finger and drink a cup, but it never expected that what flowed out was not blood but protective oil.If the bionics were here, they would definitely say mockingly: "I didn't expect that, we are not human."

Probably because Azathoth was immersed in his own thoughts for too long without replying, the dagger waited for a while, and wrote without giving up: "My lord god, I can exchange information from the Holy See, I am just a Humble, non-threatening dagger, please show some mercy."

Azathoth did not believe a word.

He directly picked up the dagger and pulled off its sheath. If he hadn't held the blade firmly at this moment, the sharp side would have stabbed at his wrist.This seems to be the instinct of the dagger - it should be made to remind, warn, defend and kill the enemy.Azathoth was undoubtedly classified as an enemy.

So does the Holy See know that you have betrayed your regular customers so unscrupulously?

Azathoth sneered, not paying attention to the instinctive struggle of the dagger, and carefully examined the lines carved on it.

Then he came to the conclusion: no recognition at all.

This is also a matter of course!He's not good at this kind of analysis, but it's okay to scare: "What if I wear the pattern off?"

The extent of the dagger's struggle suddenly increased.

Azathoth was unmoved, and the palm holding it was as steady as a mountain.

After a while, light red blood, as if diluted, suddenly flowed from the lines on the dagger, dripping down the blade onto the floor.

Azathoth froze for a moment.Could it be that she was frightened and cried?

The dagger didn't seem to want to waste these life essences, it tried very hard to restrain it, the evidence is that the light red liquid flowed non-stop for a while, then gradually stopped, but soon it sputtered again like a faucet that couldn't be turned off tightly The ground leaked out, almost like a child who couldn't stop hiccupping after being scared and crying by the big devil.This scene was so wonderful, Azathoth thought for a while, and felt that wiping the floor would be troublesome, so he put the dagger back into its sheath.

dagger:"……"

It paralyzed there motionless and began to lay its corpse, at least the blood stopped flowing out.

Azathoth put it away and walked out of the room.

Hugo seemed to have been waiting for him to come out. Azathoth stepped into the living room, and the bionic man immediately said: "Erica said that the Holy See invited her to watch the ceremony at the Queen's Birthday Celebration, as Agnes Joyce, that is, Little Saint Anne's friend."

Without waiting for Azathoth's reaction, it continued: "Also, Erica's guardian, Ford Hill, said that he felt that he had been investigated and monitored again recently, but the situation was not very serious. You matter."

"Wait a minute before I finish, there is one more thing." Hugo said in a rambling voice, "Do you know that the video that took you before has been uploaded on the Star Network! Although the Federation has deleted a lot, but There are policies and there are countermeasures... In short, many people seem to think that you are a god walking on this planet with only one video, and plan to go to that volcano to worship. I even saw some decent organizations Offline gatherings are probably pagan exchanges that are strictly prohibited by federal law, and the Holy See probably thinks you did it on purpose."

Speaking of this, Hugo also felt quite strange: "How did they see the essence through the phenomenon?"

Azathoth gave it back a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Tsk." The bionic man smacked his lips, "Do you only care about Igor, even if these people may give you more?"

Do we still need to investigate one by one?Imagining such a scene, Azathoth's whole body was filled with resistance. It wasn't a matter of trouble or not, it was simply that he didn't want to.

"Erica said it was inspiration or intuition." Hugo returned to the original topic, thoughtfully, "These people can use a short video to establish a one-sided connection with you, such as dreams, hallucinations, hearing There are hallucinations and ravings, unprecedented changes in a certain part of the body, etc... The federal government and the church may feel that this is a provocation from heresy, but you certainly don’t care, do you?”

Azathoth was concerned about something: "Why was Erica invited to watch the ceremony?"

No way, no one has noticed that she is a serious, genuine heathen?