Blue and White Society

  Chapter 565 Fear of Cthulhu

   "Cthulhu has woken up?" Sister You suddenly changed her face after she finished speaking, as if being peeped by some powerful will.

  Suddenly, a hole appeared in the time and space in front of the temple.

  Yes, as if a hole had been punctured in time and space, a huge thing with weird suckers like octopus tentacles spread out.

  It was very leisurely, rolling towards Miss You, as if it wanted to **** it away.

   At the very moment of the moment, Mo Poor directly pulled Sister You into the computer next to him with a magical hook.

  The tentacle lost its target, shook for a while, and then turned to Gao Qiu next to it.

  Gao Lian screamed in shock. The first time he saw the tentacles, he was about to go crazy.

  Everything happened too fast, and when Mo Poor made his move again, Gao Qi had already been drawn into the hole in time and space.

  Indistinctly, everyone could see the indescribable silhouette in the darkness swallowing Gao Lian at the other end through the hole in time and space.

   "Phew!"

  Mo Poor's hook was really stubborn, he forcibly crossed countless barriers, and rushed into the darkness.

  The next second, Gao Lian was hooked back, but only half of his body was left, and the flesh was as rotten as mud, and the skin was as rusty as green copper.

   is dead and not resurrected!

   Mo Poor checked and found that he didn't even have a soul!

   "Ahhh!" Seeing Cthulhu cannibalizing people, Xu Ning and others went mad, prostrated on the ground and stretched out their hands, swaying wildly.

  It seems that the bones of the body are softened into noodles, and there is no dignity at all. As for the body surface, it was so wet that there were mottled rust marks.

  Adams endured a super-cognitive shock and used the purification necklace, which finally brought everyone back to their senses, and they were as calm as ever.

  But the shock came and went quickly, and the tentacles stretched out again, and they immediately fell into a strong shock and swelling as if the brain had been stuffed with huge data.

   At the critical moment, Lord Gou moved.

  Her petite body stood in front of everyone, holding a corpse in her hand, stuffing it into the sucker of the tentacles.

  It was the corpse of a frogman, and the tentacles seemed to refuse anyone who came, so he grabbed the frogman and pulled it back, wrapped it in his mouth and ate it.

   "Cthulhu is just hungry!"

   Lord Gou can understand! After being able to communicate with Cthulhu in some way, he instantly understood that this behavior was not a malicious attack, but just hungry.

   "He's so hungry...so hungry!"

  Grandpa Gou explained to everyone, and at the same time grabbed the corpse of the frogman and fed it to the tentacles.

  Frogmen are littered with corpses, and these corpses can last at least for a while.

   But after that, the huge and dark silhouette on the opposite side, at first glance, it is not enough for such a small number of corpses to feed.

  Adams covered his head in pain and said: "I can also hear his howling. He seems to be hungry for countless years... He wants to come out, he wants to eat up Qihai!"

  The space-time hole is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more tentacles that can spread out.

  Although Lord Gou can still maintain his sanity, he even delays Cthulhu.

  But in the current state, it seems that the seal is getting bigger and bigger.

  Maybe Cthulhu is just awakened in a misty state at the moment, and when he wakes up a little bit deeper, and the hole in time and space is bigger, he will come out completely.

   "It's over! We're dead!"

   "Gao Qi was eaten and has not been revived until now..."

  Although Pinkman and the others didn't see Mo Poor hooking Gao Qiu away, they guessed right that people who were eaten by Cthulhu could not be resurrected.

  Even if Mo Poor's hook is so unsolvable that he forcibly hooks the target out of Cthulhu's body, the soul of the deceased will be completely annihilated, and the resurrection skills will be invalid.

   This is a product of mutual compromise. The containment game respects the resurrection effect implanted by Mo Poor, but the resurrection props must also respect the settings of the containment game.

   "We missed so much! We missed so much!"

   "It is said that there is a Lalyye text, which may contain some information about Cthulhu, but I have never seen the shadow of that book!"

   "Maybe there is a way to strengthen the seal at this time, but we don't know it at all!"

  Pinkman is sometimes insane, and sometimes he is restored by the purification necklace.

   Coupled with his own fear that Cthulhu is about to be unblocked, they are helpless, with deep despair in their eyes.

   “I can hear him talking! I can hear all his voices! We can ask him directly!”

   At the critical moment, Adams suddenly roared.

   Maybe they're missing a lot of clues, maybe they don't understand Cthulhu at all.

  But Adams is different. As a member of the club, he can understand all languages. As a man who listens to the voices of all things, he can analyze sound waves in all frequency bands.

  As long as Cthulhu speaks out, no matter what incomprehensible voice he uses, he will definitely understand!

  This point, Adams has long thought of it, when he learned that everything originated from a mysterious sound in the Hydra mission, it seemed to be extremely complicated, and humans could only understand part of it.

  He was thinking: Can I, Adams, understand everything?

Yes, yes, just now, Adams heard Cthulhu's howling on a certain channel. The howling used a language that ordinary people could not understand, and conveyed a lot of meanings, among them was that he was so hungry thing.

   And... He was imprisoned for countless years, even He himself can't remember how long.

   It was an existence that made him fear, worship, and fear, and sealed him.

   "Who! Who sealed you?" Adams growled.

  The hole in time and space was getting bigger and bigger, and an extremely cold breath blew out, and everyone was blown to pieces. It was Mo Poor who used his skills to help them stabilize their figures.

  However, all kinds of skills can't resist a kind of corrosion, which makes people feel like rusty corrosion.

   "Who is it! Tell me! How did you seal it! I can understand you!"

   "Cthulhu! Why are you answering me!" Adams roared.

   If you missed the pre-prompt, just ask!

  However, Cthulhu ignored him at all, and was still shaking the tentacles on his own, and the part that could be extended had been pulled more and more.

  An unspeakable horror is slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes. If it weren't for the purification necklace, everyone would have gone crazy long ago.

   "He can't understand what you're saying, no...he didn't notice you at all lol!"

   Master Gou said, she was the only unaffected existence on the field.

   In other words, her iron will allowed her to face the deep madness in front of her eyes.

  Perhaps that kind of subtle spiritual distortion will eventually wear away Lord Gou's sense of resistance.

  But Cthulhu's straightforward super-cognitive impact can be ignored at all, because under the iron will, the will will never be destroyed by external interference.

   Don’t be afraid of a wave of enemies breaking out, but be afraid of slowly fading away.

   "We are ants! We are bacteria! He doesn't even know we exist!" Pinkman watched in horror as the tentacles of the stage passed in front of him, hissing loudly.

   "Cthulhu! Look at me!" After stuffing a few corpses for Cthulhu with his petite body, Lord Gou suddenly jumped onto a section of the tentacles.

  At the same time, in a state where the frogman can faintly communicate with Cthulhu's will, she finally called Cthulhu.

   The tentacles curled up in an instant, and Lord Gou was about to be taken away.

  Mo Poor has quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly rescued Lord Gou, and said: "He can only understand the call from Master Gou's heart!"

   Lord Gou kept his heart in a state of being distorted, and became the only thing on the field that could attract Cthulhu's attention.

  Although Cthulhu still regards him as food, at least Cthulhu can respond to Lord Gou’s inner call.

   "Ask him directly how to seal it! This guy likes to talk to himself! You can't hear it, but I can hear it!" Adams roared.

   He and Lord Gou happened to be one who could speak and the other who could listen.

  Cthulhu really seemed a little crazy, and began to whisper the question Adams asked Lord Gou to ask.

  Though those murmurs, humans can't hear them at all, at most a small part.

  But Adams was able to listen to it completely, and use the effect of translation konjac to understand the language that is so crazy and grand that it is impossible to understand.

   "He Said! He Said!"

   "He has been singing and worshiping an existence...Damn it! I can't hear you..."

  Adams was in great pain. He devoted himself to analyzing the language of Cthulhu, but the language was too grand, as if he had to use the brain power of a mortal to analyze a problem that can only be analyzed by a quantum computer!

  If it wasn't for his characteristics to protect him from parsing, he would be directly overwhelmed by the amount of information.

   Even so, he analyzed it after all, but he couldn't describe it to everyone, and he couldn't even think about other things himself, because his mind was filled with a huge amount of information.

  Too much is actually useless information, just as meaningless as Lord Gou said ‘la lu’.

   In addition, it seems that Cthulhu is answering several questions at the same time.

  It was very difficult for him to pick out the sentence that Cthulhu answered his question, not to mention the more difficult to figure out the dead end given to him by the game from these whispers.

   Regarding this, Adams couldn't recover for a while.

   "What is it? What did he say?" Sister You asked anxiously.

  But Adams was stunned, stupidly, as if he didn't hear what sister You said, and his reaction was extremely slow.

   Mo Poor frantically attacked Cthulhu on the spot, and it was meaningless to blast him to pieces with various skills.

   Its recovery speed is even faster than the blink of an eye, and the next frame will be as if no attack has been received.

   "The name itself...he will be afraid!" Lord Gou said suddenly.

  He once again broke through the taboo, obtained some knowledge through the exchange of will with Cthulhu, but he also paid a huge price for it. At this moment, Lord Gou has many mottled rusts all over his body, and he can't even stand up, his lower body is like mud.

  Adams was reminded and understood instantly.

   What Cthulhu is afraid of is not only that existence, but also that name, so as long as he calls out that name in a language that Cthulhu will notice, maybe it will be fine.

   "I'll listen again! Then you repeat what I said, in a way that Cthulhu can hear!" Adams said.

  Master Gou nodded slightly, deep in his consciousness, he was imagining the disgusting silhouette, ready to convey Adams' speech at any time.

  At this moment, many tentacles have already entangled Adams, but Adams is the key to breaking the game. Hearing Adams' request, Mo Poor could only put his hand on the button and wait.

  While listening, Adams was dragged towards the hole in time and space, and said with difficulty: "Lock? Lord of locks?"

   "I am the only one in order? Infinite omniscient and omnipotent...Supreme blue...Blue and white realm? Brilliant body? One is infinite...Infinite and unique..."

   "The ultimate existence... the principle of transcendence and transcendence... the final will..."

   "Damn, isn't it right? How can there be a name!"

  Suddenly Adams was taken aback and said, "Ah...could it be this?"

  I saw him roaring: "Bo! Luo! Song!"

  The next second, Cthulhu's tentacles released as if electrocuted, and Adams fell to the ground.

   Thinking to himself that it was really useful, Adams immediately shouted: "In the name of polo songs..."

   "Cthulhu, get out of here!"

  Cthulhu's tentacles immediately shrank back like an ebbing tide.

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   p.s: Sorry for the evolution of the SSR card collection, sorry for the illustrated book.

  (end of this chapter)