[Lord of the Mysteries] [Lovecraftian] [For seasoned readers who like to think] [Eastern DND] [Lord]
On Mount Tianzhu, the gods gathered. A purple-robed ruler wearing a crown of thunder strode through the air. “Lord of Rusted Time, Mother of the Blood Abyss, Dark Lord of All Things Wasted... So you’re the King of Evil Gods behind them!”
As soon as he spoke, the sky boiled. Countless lightning serpents rolled through the heavens, glaring savagely at several terrifying figures in the distance.
Lin Fangyuan glanced at the figures beside him (
the first, a rotting wooden torso set with twelve maggot-filled pocket watches;
the second, a swollen, pale belly that bore the struggling faces of people;
the third, a scorched Taoist with no facial features, only a gaping slit that kept opening and closing...)
He shook his head and solemnly declared, “I’m really not the King of Evil Gods. I’m one of the good guys!”
The purple-robed ruler snorted. “Tell that to my thunder!”
With that, a silver spear brimming with the aura of annihilation appeared in his hand, and he hurled it with boundless divine power.
The phantom lightning serpents raging across the sky pursued the silver spear as if they had just been given the signal to feast. In an instant, the whole world became an ocean of thunder...
