Start as the Overlord of the Old Ones

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Ah ah ah ah, even though it is so depressing, I still want to keep reading, and keep reading. Are you being cursed? M9(´∀｀) is you!

Azathoth is the old one? Azathoth is the supreme god of the K-type. In the past, he was not worthy enough to carry his shoes. Even those who played lullabies for Azathoth in the temple were all foreign gods and ancient gods. People like the Old Ones could not even get close to the temple.

Hxd, Azathoth is not the old one. The three pillar gods are all the incarnations of his will (Nyarlathotep, Yog, and Sheep). Azathoth's own authority is omnipotent and can break the narrative layer. It is more than a little higher than the old days. It is like a ceiling. Don't mislead people who have never read the Cthulhu Mythos.

If you don't read the copy in the first half, you really don't know who the protagonist is. I only watched it because it was a genre, so don't expect too much.

Good guy, why do you feel like the dimensionality will continue to be reduced?

"The surrounding area is sticky, and there is a special sticky feeling. It is cold and soft, and it feels like touching cold jelly. There is a sense of fear spreading subconsciously. It seems to be the boundless deep sea, the boundless void, mystery, and terror!" "Personality Healing Begins" "This is not what I heard from my ears, nor is it a sound coming from my brain, or even a sound. It is Mo Chen's natural thought, a subconscious warning." When Mo Chen raised his eyelids that were as heavy as an army, his consciousness returned to the boundless darkness. When Mo Chen woke up again, the pungent smell around him almost made Mo Chen suffocate. The liquid that stuck to his claws was blood. Looking at it again, the soft-looking object on Chen Xiao's right hand was not jelly, but a disgusting rectum. "Why! Is it fun to fight through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? ! ! Mo Chen was horrified as he walked in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood. The mountain of corpses was piled up to an unknown depth. There were soldiers in armor and cavalry on horseback. At a glance, the sun's rays hit the pools of blood, reflecting the blood-colored light. Even the clouds were dyed scarlet. Mo Chen picked up the skull of a corpse and rubbed it with a look of disbelief in his eyes. The skull in front of him had deep scratches, but this only frightened Mo Chen. In this respect, according to the size of the scratch, Mo Chen's hand was almost exactly the same as the scratch. The difference was that the gap between his strength and that of the unknown being was not as big as usual. Mo Chen's index and middle fingers pierced his eyes, his thumb was on the part where his teeth had been broken, and the other two fingers were scratching his face. The shadows fell, and I saw that the sun was setting. A thick arm was placed on Mo Chen's hand. Is there anyone alive here? ! ! Before Mo Chen could finish his shock, his forearm hurt as a large piece of flesh had been bitten off. The next moment, hundreds of corpses devoured Mo Chen. -- Chapter 2 -- Before Mo Chen died, he seemed to see a line of small words. Mo Chen swore that he had never seen it so clearly before, and the horror in his heart was overwhelming. Mo Chen, Mo Chen, you still provoked Fanchen. Mo Chen could feel a kind of unwillingness, self-deprecation, helplessness, and overwhelming pain. It was definitely not caused by betrayal or facing death. With such a corpse, the senior Mo Chen could survive as long as he bowed his waist to those powerful people. Looking at the armor, there were soldiers from the Song Dynasty, cavalry from the Ming Dynasty, and even some armors made of bronze should be from the former Qin Dynasty, that is, before Ying Zheng became king. Why think about it? Mo Chen didn't know why he was thinking. There was darkness all around. He couldn't feel anything. The temperature, matter, and even his consciousness were dissipating. The feeling was terrifying. It was a kind of helplessness, as terrifying and mysterious as the deep sea and starry sky. He didn't know all directions. Time passed. When Mo Chen's consciousness dissipated to the limit, Mo Chen saw a beam of light. When he woke up again, it was still the same mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. He started walking towards a place. He wanted to get out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. He didn't know how long he walked. He kept walking, watching the sunset was about to set. His eyes were filled with anxiety. He started running, watching the sunset set little by little. One hand stretched out, and the corpses began to walk, running towards Mo Chen. He was twisting and turning, and the speed was very fast. The corpses were trampled one by one. Behind Mo Chen, the corpses formed like a wave of the ocean, and the mountain of corpses was forcibly trampled down. After running for an unknown amount of time, Mo Chen staggered and fell to the ground. A mountain of corpses rushed over. Mo Chen's eyes were filled with boundless fear as he looked at the mountain of corpses. He wanted to live, he didn't want to die! ! His body was trampled to pieces piece by piece. Mo Chen wailed, was angry, was desperate, and was unwilling to do anything. He felt that all the bones in his body were being trampled into powder.

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It's strange, the writing is obviously not very clear. The plot is very novel and interesting.

I really enjoyed reading this book... Hey, how can I put it this way? It's already been 20 chapters and I don't know what this book is about, but it feels good? Let's take a look...