Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Instead of saying it was a suggestion, it's more like a message. Someone was trying to convey something through Anubis's words. In fact, Du Kang did not dare to believe that it was the truth. However, since such a situation had occurred, he would rather believe that it was true.    

Therefore, he wouldn't tell Nyarlathotep what he was going to do even if he was beaten to death. After all, it was too embarrassing to do such a thing at such a young age.    

A suit of fitting clothes and a top quality horse. This was the new attire that the group of artists had chosen - motorcycles were naturally not suitable. However, Du Kang did not know if the girl would like thick armor or luxurious cars and horses. He also did not know if she would like flowers.    

After thinking about it, he actually didn't know anything about that girl.    

He had actually spent a very long time with her, so long that he had traveled the entire Emu Empire with her. But he had only been with her for a very short period of time. It was so short that it could not even be counted as a thousandth of his long life. But even after such a long time, he still remembered the girl who sat on his shoulder. Even though her hair had turned white, he still remembered her appearance.    

But would she remember his appearance?    

Du Kang did not know.    

He only knew that in that world of flames of war, when he finally found her, she did not choose to come back with him, but chose to stay on that piece of land.    

He didn't know what to do. So he could only drink.    

He had heard that drinking could make people more daring, and make people do things they couldn't do in the past - Du Kang rarely experienced this kind of feeling. Because his main body was too huge, it was not suitable for drinking wine, and although his incarnation could drink wine, in the end, he couldn't get drunk. When the wine was poured into his throat, it was merely decomposed before being expelled from his body. It had no effect at all.    

However, he still wanted to drink something. Perhaps it was just to give himself some confidence to face it.    

To face some things that he had never dared to face.    

Half a bottle of whiskey, a few cigarettes, and two mints to clear his breath, Du Kang quickly tidied up his condition. Perhaps he did not dare to face it in the past because of all kinds of reasons that seemed to be the case but were not the case, because of those vague and vague excuses. But now, he decided to meet the person that he had never dared to meet.    

As he galloped on the streets, Du Kang's heart, on the other hand, gradually calmed down.    

At this time, he was no longer the shrimp God Father, nor was he a terrifying monster. The long and heavy history had nothing to do with him. The smoke and the battle gradually faded away. The clothes made by top artists cost a lot, and the top horse racing under them was worth more than a hundred million. But what they carried was just an ordinary person.    

Du Kang had always known what Nyarlathotep was thinking, and he knew what Nyarlathotep wanted him to do. However, what he didn't say was that he really liked this kind of ordinary life.    

There was no such thing as mutual deception, no life and death struggles, no need to consider what kind of enemy he would defeat, and no need to consider how strong he would become. Perhaps these days were too dull, but this kind of calmness was also a type of happiness.    

The prerequisite was that there was someone who was willing to remain calm with you.    

The green horse galloped past. Several snow-white flower petals were blown up by the wind, drifting into the distance.    

Looking at the flower petals flying in the sky, Du Kang's hand that was holding the reins tightened even more.    

He knew very well that he no longer had any hometown left.    

But it didn't matter.    

Where she was, it was his hometown.    

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It was night.    

Egypt Republic, under the Great Pyramid.    

The woman in a robe hugged the black cat, carefully appreciating the stunning spectacle left behind by this ancient civilization.    

In the day, the tourists would be surprised by how the ancient Egyptians built such a magnificent building and even categorised it as the power of God. But she knew very well that these magnificent buildings were built by the people who lived thousands of years ago. After all, some of the buildings were even personally supervised by her. Of course, she would know what was going on.    

Those ordinary people with shallow knowledge would not understand. When countless people and resources moved around a person's will, how powerful would they be?    

They would also not understand the power of a god. It was not such a shallow thing at all.    

"Meow."    

The black short-haired cat raised its head and barked. Then, it crawled into the pyramid with familiarity. In a short while, it brought a large group of cat mummies wrapped in rags and surrounded her, meowing.    

"Come, come, come. All of you have a share."    

She took out a few cans of cat canned food and catmint from her bosom and revealed a nostalgic smile.    

This was the group of cats that once rested on the body of the gods - - as well as their descendants. After unifying Egypt, she brought these cats as God's attendants to her palace. After a long period of time, their lifespan was finally worn down, but they survived in another form - - and they lived quite well.    

Cats have nine lives, and they only lost one.    

Just by relying on their weak willpower, they were able to change reality. This was the true power of the gods.    

It was hard to understand, difficult to describe, but it happened right before their eyes.    

Just like a god himself.    

Different from those illusory religions, she was very clear that the gods she knew existed in reality. - - Even she herself didn't know what that was. However, other than "gods," she didn't seem to have any other words that could be used to describe that kind of existence.    

It was also different from those religions, even different from all the religions she knew. The gods she knew didn't need to offer sacrifices or pray. Instead, they would often give her some strange items and equipment, and they wouldn't let her do anything. This was also the most difficult thing for her to understand.    

However, gods themselves were difficult to understand, so it was good that she did not understand.    

With this thought, she walked towards the Great Pyramid.    

On the surface of the Great Pyramid, there was a pharaoh buried, but in reality, it buried one of her previous princesses - no one stipulated that a female pharaoh couldn't have a princess. In her opinion, since that power could allow the cat to return to life, then it was naturally possible for humans. As long as she...    

"Good evening."    

Along with the sound of horse hooves, a chaotic roar sounded behind her.    

"Or... our first meeting?"    

"Hm?"    

She subconsciously turned her head only to see a green-grey horse and a Black Armor riding on it.    

The black armor gave off a familiar aura.    

"It's you?"    

She vaguely recognized the familiar will contained within the Black Armor.    

"Why are you here? Hmm?"    

She was stunned.    

In her line of sight, the pitch-black armor was riding on a horse, holding flowers in its hands.    

The white flowers glistened under the moonlight.    

Seeing the bouquet, she seemed to understand something.    

"Hmm... I'm a little nervous, give me some time to organize it. Language... Forget it, I'll just say it."    

The black armor let out a light cough and took off its helmet.    

"I came this time..."    

"You came this time to revive her?"    

She stared at the unfamiliar face under the moonlight.    

"Is that right?"    

... "Ah?"    

The black-armored figure was stunned for a moment.    

"I, no, i... Revive? What Revive? How can I revive a dead person? "    

" You are a god. "    

She was stunned as well.    

"Why not?"    

"I..."    

The black-armored figure opened his mouth.    

"I... I... He was just an ordinary person. I'm not... "    

"An ordinary person?"    

She was stunned for a moment. Then, as if she had heard something interesting, she smiled and shook her head.    

It was hard to understand and hard to guess. Indeed, gods were like this.    

"You must be joking."    

"Say... laugh?"    

The black-armored figure's expression froze.    

...    

After a long time.    

"Yeah, I was joking."    

Sighing, Du Kang dismounted from his horse and handed the bouquet of flowers over. Then, he turned around and left without looking back.    

The green-grey horse followed him. It neighed a few times beside Du Kang, but Du Kang pushed it away gently.    

He no longer needed a horse.    

Because no matter how good a horse was, it would not be able to take him home.