Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

When he discovered this village, he originally thought that he should massacre this village and rob the villagers of their belongings - - - looking at the buildings of this village, he knew that this was his enemy's territory, so it didn't matter what he did.    

The enemy was Horus from the mortal world, and the people of the enemy also believed in the Heliopolitan Ennead. Killing the believers of the enemy's god would undoubtedly make this huge Six Legged Beast happy.    

He had already tacitly agreed that this Six Legged Beast was a god that few people knew about, and the god had killed Anubis... If it wasn't a declaration of war against the Heliopolitan Ennead, what else could it be?    

But just as he was about to make a move, he was slapped to the ground by the other party with his limbs.    

What... was wrong with it?    

Subsequently, the Six Legged Beast brought him to hunt down a group of lions nearby. This allowed him to witness the scariness of the Six Legged Beast once again.    

The Six Legged Beast did not display any special powers. It merely relied on its body to fight. However, the techniques and timing that the opponent displayed during the battle were the highest level that he had ever seen. These were not things that could be achieved simply by being strong and strong.    

Compared to the Six Legged Beast, he felt that the martial arts that he had tempered through hundreds of battles were as insignificant as ants.    

How powerful...    

He watched as the Six Legged Beast used a pair of legs to pick up the corpses of the wild beasts and threw them onto his back. Then, he walked towards the village.    

When he saw the Six Legged Beast throw the corpses of the wild beasts into front of the village, he roughly understood what the other party meant.    

It wasn't to kill the believers... but to snatch the believers?    

Understood...    

He was a descendant of a royal family in the past. Although he wasn't the current royal family, he still knew a little about the Magistrates.    

At the very least, he knew a lot more than the Magistrates in this unknown small place.    

As for the name of the deity... the deity was very good at fighting, extremely good at fighting. Moreover, it also seemed like he was extremely good at fighting. Therefore, it was very normal for him to be the god of warriors.    

However, the god had to have a long name. Since the god had come out of the desert, it was not excessive to call him the God of Desert.    

As for the others... these two names should be enough to scare the people here.    

Just as he was about to announce the glory of a god to the foolish people, he was once again slapped to the ground.    

God only put a cat on his head and was welcomed by all the villagers.    

This...    

He couldn't understand. Wasn't the god here to compete for believers?    

What happened next puzzled him even more. The gods did not show any miracles to these people, nor did they choose any Magistrates. They just brought him to hunt every now and then.    

In the process of hunting, he, who had experienced hundreds of battles, naturally noticed that the gods were consciously displaying their combat techniques to him.    

The gods were imparting martial arts to him.    

He recalled those legends. In those legends, those warriors who suffered injustice would obtain the help of the gods due to various coincidences, obtain an army, or learn powerful combat techniques. In the end, the warriors who suffered injustice would defeat their enemies after a great battle, and finally leave after achieving success.    

He had always treated those stories as jokes. How could there be such a thing in the world? Gods would never help mortals for free, not to mention warriors who were already at their wit's end.    

He used his soul to exchange with Anubis, but the other party only gave him a scorpion.    

But now, he was somewhat unable to tell whether it was real or an illusion.    

The gods wanted to teach martial arts? To give it to him?    

This was something that only existed in dreams.    

He knew how powerful this Six Legged Beast's martial arts was. It was a realm that every warrior dreamt of.    

He began to try to learn from the other party, and as expected, the God displayed a behavior that only a strict teacher would have. If his movements were not standard, he would get beaten up. If he did not concentrate, he would get beaten up. If he did not use up all his physical strength every day, he would still get beaten up.    

He could feel that his martial arts skills were improving rapidly, and his physical strength and skills were steadily increasing.    

He could also feel the huge gap between him and God in terms of martial arts.    

Before he started cultivating, he had thought that the gap between him and the gods was like the gap between an elephant and an ant. But now, he knew that this was the difference between an ant and a mountain.    

As he cultivated, the mountain in his eyes grew bigger and bigger.    

How powerful...    

As for the results of the hunt, he knew that those who were hunted were given to the local villagers by the gods. He felt that it was only a small favor. Although those villagers would be grateful for it for a while, without the support of the divine miracle, and without the support of the Magistrates, they would not be able to obtain true believers in the end.    

After those true believers were organized by the Magistrates, they would be able to do many shocking things. For example, the big temple in White City, the huge buildings and the tall statues seemed to be made by the gods.    

However, even if they were not true believers, they were still useful.    

The villagers offered sacrifices on their own accord. They even built a tall temple for the gods. The gods, the cats in the village, and him all lived in it.    

After having the temple, the days were no different from when he did not have it. Most of the time, the gods would train his martial arts. Every now and then, they would take him out to find some fierce beasts to increase his combat experience. When he trained himself, the gods would lie on the ground and let the cats crawl all over his body.    

However, this was not the time for him to slack off. If he was not serious, the gods would whip him with their tails.    

He knew the fear of the villagers. This was also a part of what he did not understand.    

God did not have any interest in the offerings of the villagers.    

Although the offerings prepared by the villagers were much worse than the ones in the Great Temple of White City, the degree of finesse and richness far exceeded the standard of ordinary sacrifices.    

And these sacrificial offerings that he thought were not bad were not even used by the gods. They were all given to the cat and him - in front of the entire village.    

The god did not get angry. He knew that if the god got angry, he could easily kill all the villagers with just his tail. However, the god did show his dissatisfaction with the offerings.    

No, it seemed like the god had never shown any desire to eat.    

It was a misunderstanding...    

However, this misunderstanding would scare these believers to death...    

He couldn't explain this to the villagers - as long as he spoke to them, he would be slapped to the ground by the gods before he could even speak.    

This was not good. ... He knew that if the gods continued to show such dissatisfaction, these villagers would do anything to prevent the wrath of the gods from bringing disaster upon them.    

His idea came true. A young girl was sent to the temple.    

These villagers did indeed do such a thing...    

But...    

He looked at the young girl.    

So beautiful...    

Such a beauty was rarely seen even in the White City.    

The way these villagers did things... was pretty good too...    

He stopped his training and walked towards the other party.    

"From today onwards, you must learn to serve the gods." He pointed at himself. "I am the Magistrates of the God of Warriors. From today onwards, you must listen to me..."    

"Dong!"    

His thick limbs slapped him onto the ground.    

... Is there something wrong?    

He reflected on himself.    

Oh no, he had forgotten about the gods just because he wanted to show off.    

He struggled to get up.    

"This is my Lord. God of Warriors, god of the Desert." He pointed at the god lying on the ground covered in cats, "From today onwards, you will learn to serve..."    

"Dong!"    

He was once again slapped to the ground.    

The two cats jumped onto his broad back, one on his left and one on his right, like the majestic Sphinx in front of the temple.    

...    

Why is the god still not satisfied...    

That's right! Cat!    

Lying on the ground, he raised his arm with difficulty and pointed at the cats that were running around in the temple.    

"From today onwards, you are responsible for raising cats!"    

There was no wind behind his head, and his appendages did not come down.    

Only the sounds of cats meowing could be heard in the simple and crude temple.    

After taking two consecutive blows from the gods, he collapsed to the ground, and the two cats on his back let out satisfied snores.    

No wonder the god liked to let the cats lie on his back...    

It felt pretty good?    

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On this day.    

Apart from the huge gods and the strong warriors, there was also a simple and crude shrine.    

There was another Magistrates.