Chapter 1 The Moment of God's Death·Anchoring Rebirth
Keywords: Betrayal by henchmen | Myth system | Time paradox | Candle Yin larvae
Under the blood moon, the salty rotten smell mixed with the smell of sulfur permeated the broken ruins. Lin Mo knelt down on one knee, and the dragon bone war spear was deeply inserted into the cracks in the concrete. The dark golden spear body had been corroded by the dirty mucus, creating spiderweb-like cracks. He wiped away the black blood that was constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the familiar figure a hundred meters away - Xixin was standing on top of the twisted sarcoma throne, playing with a beating heart in his hand.
That was the core of the "disaster level" Nine-Headed Xiangliu that Lin Mo personally chopped off three hours ago.
"Why?" Lin Mo's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. The remains of the [Mythical Barrier] behind him were still burning, and his sister Lin Yubing's healing barrier was cracking inch by inch in the poisonous mist of Xiangliu. This was supposed to be a night to celebrate humanity's first victory against the beast tide.
Believe it or not, he chuckled and crushed his heart with his fingertips. The moment the scarlet blood mist rose, twelve pairs of rotten wings spread out from his back—the mark of the Cthulhu-based evil god "The Deep One's Familiar." "Do you remember the 'Eye of the Candle Dragon' a year ago?" He looked down at the dying Lin Mo, "Do you think it was a gift from the mythical ruins? No, it was the anchor buried in your soul by the high priest."
The severe pain tore Lin Mo's spine! He looked down and saw three bone spurs piercing through his chest, with sticky tentacles wrapped around their tips. The voice of confidence penetrated the eardrums like poisonous snakes: "You are just a container... And I will become the spokesperson of the new god."
