They all call me the Outer God

War is bound to come. ♦♦  ♞♦

This sentence was like a huge stone hitting Riya's heart. For a moment, he felt powerless. No matter what he did or how much he did, his destiny was still moving in the established direction and could not be changed.

Although the consciousness of the war knight has been annihilated, war is still war after all. Where there is wisdom, disputes arise.

Although His consciousness has dissipated, it is extremely difficult to die. At present, there are enough frictions between Endles border and extraordinary creatures, and it is no longer able to bear the divine war.

I would like to ask, how many human beings can survive in the great flood?

"I don't know how the Order Association's Ark plan is currently being implemented. Preliminary judgment is that if 300,000 people are put into it, they can survive for a year frugally."

As for who these 300,000 people are and who is qualified to enter them, it is not a problem that he should worry about.

When a real disaster strikes, ordinary people will have no chance to know about the existence of the Ark, and they will already have to face death.

The reality is so cruel.

When Hasta saw that Riya was silent, he picked up his wine glass and raised it in his direction: "Is it possible that you are from the group that opposes the war?"

Riya also raised the crystal goblet in front of her and looked at the twisted opposite side through the red liquid in it.

"No, on the contrary, I am a black businessman."

"War is a good opportunity for me to make money."

If war is inevitable, one can only think about how to obtain greater benefits. When necessary, Riya can even choose to throw himself into the battlefield.

"I'm looking forward to the war between extraordinary beings. Your Majesty, if you become an enemy of your blood relatives, I can definitely stand on your side. The more chaotic the scene, the more worth looking forward to, right?"

"I'm very pleased that you would take the initiative to propose such an idea."

"I have another idea that can maximize the utilization of resources."

"Speaking."

"Your Majesty, these great races and Bayaki have received your favor, and they should also become your most loyal soldiers in the day of war and join the battle together, so as not to waste resources."

The corners of Ria's mouth curled up, and she raised the crystal goblet to her mouth and turned it around, then raised her head and drank it all. Then, the young man gently placed the wine glass on the table and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

The ends of his eyes were a little red due to the effect of alcohol. This color destroyed the coldness of the past. Now he even looked a little weird at first glance.

Hastur smiled: "Your words are really direct, and you don't know how to avoid taboos at all."

Riya: "Because there is no need to go around and around. Your Majesty, I am a businessman. Businessmen are just doing business that you and I agree on. I pay my chips and you pay yours. This is not the case." Any changes may occur from person to person.”

It stands to reason that this is the case, yes.

Riya nodded inwardly. The Lord of Trade has always abided by the trade rules. Of course, this code was set by himself.

"Let's make a deal, Your Majesty. As a god, I will help you win this battle. The price is that before R'lyeh's old days awaken, the Yithians declare war on the extraordinary creatures on the coast of Endles."

"Besides, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

As Ria spoke, she suddenly turned her head to look to her side. Dense and strange dark tentacles emerged from the ground and slowly spread into a cocoon shape. Not long after, the black cocoon cracked, revealing the inhuman Ivan inside. Virtue.

"The mentor will be the key to the war. He holds the key to wisdom. Please believe that he will be an indispensable fighting force."

This is the dependent chosen by the Key of the Door, and he directly becomes the mentor of angels as an ordinary person. Riya believes that he will wake up, even if what everyone has to face after waking up is the real [evil].

But then again, these problems can be solved perfectly by just letting him wake up in the center of the enemy.

"The possibility of our victory is greater than imagined." Ria said, wrapping the mentor's mutilated body in the tentacles again.

Hastur also sighed: "It seems that I have no reason to refuse."

"Then, our deal is established and we are happy to cooperate. Your Majesty, please sign this treaty."

When the young man raised his hand, a piece of white paper appeared in front of Hastur, and there was even a brass-shell pen beside it for signature.

Since the level of Riya's meme increased, he has learned to use both verbal and written agreements. Only double guarantees can make people feel at ease. The white paper is a condensation of extraordinary power, and there is no risk of it being torn up suddenly.

The King in Yellow also grabbed the pen and signed his real name in the lower right corner of the white paper agreement without hesitation. The language was in alien script and looked like a torn centipede corpse. Spliced ​​products.

“A pleasure to work with.”

The deal was struck, the situation was harmonious for a time, and before Jomos returned, Rhea and Hastur debated what art was.

He could feel that the King in Yellow had very profound artistic attainments, much better than a layman like himself. Sometimes the artist's inspiration came from dreams.

Their dreams will attract the gaze of gods, and those gazes will distort their spirits and alienate their brains, making them think that they know everything all the time, and are in a state of inspiration every time and everywhere.

At the same time, these people also have negative symptoms such as thinking that no one around them understands them and that they are lonely.

It is undeniable that most artists suffer from mental illness, and more than half may suffer from depression or mania.

"But Hardek is a natural artist." Hasta still admires Hardek, an Is.

"If other art masters are pursuing self-realm or fame, the source of his creation is for love."

"You mean, he and the Yandaros hound?"

"Yes, Is generally ignorant of feelings, but when I asked Lord Hardek to choose between the Yandaros hound and more than half of the tribesmen, he still chose the hound."

Riya: "..."

For love, he can let his tribesmen die. Should we say that he values ​​feelings or not?

Now Hardek is still mumbling in his mind.

[We are true love]

[How can anyone compare to her]

[Art cannot be forced, it must be subjective to create true art]

Everyone has different art in their eyes, but Leah knows that Hardeck can no longer stay in his body. In order to satisfy his loyal love with Miss Yandaros Hound, he decided to stuff his consciousness into a hound.