Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

With a furious roar, Du Kang raised his fist and punched.    

"Bang!"    

Thunder rumbled on the ground.    

The flames lit up the temple in an instant, and then it was destroyed.    

Looking at the village in the darkness not far away, Du Kang was stunned.    

He had nightmares again...    

Putting down his raised arm, Du Kang skillfully took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket.    

However, there was no arm, no pocket, and no tobacco.    

In front of him were only thick limbs and thick carapace.    

...    

Whoosh...    

Du Kang let out a long breath as his lungs were pressed down.    

Looking at the thick limbs in front of him, Du Kang was lost in thought.    

Was it the Dream Butterfly, or the Dream Butterfly, zhuang Zhou?    

Perhaps it was because he came into contact with these humans that he remembered the things that happened when he was still a human...    

Although his name was Du Kang, how could everything go smoothly in one's life?    

It was said that time could wash away everything, but that was not the case.    

Some memories would disappear in one's mind as time passed. However, there were still some things that would leave severe wounds in one's heart. Even if time passed and the wounds would scab, they would not disappear. Instead, they would stubbornly stay where they were, waiting to be reopened.    

Longevity was not a good thing, but an even more vicious curse.    

As time passed, the scars buried in the depths of his heart would eventually be removed. The long-term suppression would only bring about an even more ferocious eruption.    

Even waking up would become a form of torture.    

In order to alleviate this effect, Du Kang had once fought for those shrimp people for a very long time. He had tried to numb himself with a large number of battles.    

This did have a certain effect. The overexhaustion in his mind made him sleep soundly.    

However, this could only suppress those effects for a moment.    

One day, the wound that was opened up, blood flowed like a river.    

...    

Du Kang waved his limbs and gestured for Johnson and the girl to continue resting. After that, he lowered his tall body.    

The house cats would leave the temple at night to have fun. The huge clay house seemed empty.    

However, a cat with three flowers walked into the temple. It came over and licked Du Kang's appendages.    

It looked like it was getting close to him, but also like it was comforting him.    

Du Kang raised his appendages and carefully stroked the cat's back.    

I'm fine...    

The cat coiled itself into a ball and let out a satisfied snore.    

I'm fine...    

Du Kang followed the cat's fur as he looked at the village under the night sky.    

...    

Being a stranger in a foreign land...    

...    

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This small village originally had its own Magistrates.    

Although this old Magistrates could not display any miracle, nor did it have a bad temper, it did not stop him from hosting the sacrificial ceremony for the villagers who believed in the Heliopolitan Ennead. After all, he was the only Magistrates in this village.    

The benefits of hosting the sacrificial ceremony were very rich. This was also why he was still doing this job despite his age and not retired.    

However, everything changed with the arrival of the Six Legged Beast.    

The other party could not be a god. The old Magistrates understood that gods were invisible and unknown. Gods would appear wherever they went. Gods were existences that were high above and controlled all living things.    

It was absolutely not a brainless beast that only knew how to hunt.    

However, his knowledge could not change anything.    

The villagers were first intimidated by the strength of the beast, then they were tempted by the little favor that the beast threw out.    

Finally, they abandoned the Heliopolitan Ennead and turned to worship the beast. They built a temple for the beast.    

They were all betrayers...    

The old Magistrates had no choice.    

It was just an ordinary Magistrates, but he could not convince the villagers to return to the embrace of the Heliopolitan Ennead. He also did not have the ability to display a miracle to punish the betrayers and make the villagers realize their mistakes.    

He could only sit by and watch the villagers prepare a sumptuous offering, offering sacrifices to the wild beast over and over again.    

Then the beast fed sacrifices to the cat again and again.    

As expected, it was just a beast...    

Regarding the sacrificial offering, the old Magistrates understood that the sacrificial offering itself was not to offer sacrifices but to set up a agreement. When mortals offered sacrifices to seek protection, the gods would use sacrifices to express their response. This was the normal sacrificial offering.    

But now, the offering was not normal.    

This might be a chance.    

The old Magistrates publicized his not deep divine knowledge and tried to make the villagers understand that the thing they worshiped was only a wild beast. For this reason, he did not hesitate to use the Heliopolitan Ennead to send down divine punishment to scare the villagers. Using the name of God was a serious crime.    

But the frightened villagers did not care about the old Magistrates's words. The illusory Heliopolitan Ennead was too far away for them, but if the giant beast in front of them sent down divine punishment, there would not even be a need to send down a divine punishment. If the giant beast was only angry, no one in the entire village would be able to survive.    

The old Magistrates could do nothing to the frightened villagers. He knew that this kind of panic would not stop until the sacrificial offering was truly used. And as the panic became more and more intense, these villagers who were facing a crisis of survival would no longer care about reason.    

In order to survive, people could do anything.    

Finally, after many sacrifices, they still could not get a response from the giant beast. The villagers went crazy.    

They chose the Temple of Man.    

They sent the youngest and most beautiful girl in the village to the temple of the giant beast.    

The old girl, the old Magistrates, knew her. The old Magistrates had once bragged about the glory of God to the young people in the village. It wanted to use this to nurture a successor. She was the one who studied the most seriously. With her natural talent and intelligence, her progress in divine studies advanced by leaps and bounds, leaving her peers far behind.    

This also attracted the old Magistrates's attention. As he taught these young people more and more, the old Magistrates's understanding of these young people also increased.    

Especially that young girl.    

She wasn't someone who should have appeared in this remote place.    

Whether it was her outstanding talent in theology, her understanding of the affairs of the world, or her beautiful figure and appearance, none of these were things that this remote village could possess.    

However, pearls were born in this remote place...    

He could not let the pearls be covered in dust.    

Facing that girl, the old Magistrates taught her everything he had learned in his life. He even used his connections to prepare to send this girl to the Great Temple of White City for further studies after she had achieved some success in her studies.    

She would become the first Great Magistrates to walk out of this small village.    

However, she was given to wild beasts by those crazy villagers.    

The old Magistrates had thought of reporting the situation here, but in the end, he endured it.    

Although that giant beast was only a wild beast, it was the most powerful beast he knew. Only those monsters in the legends that were on par with gods could compare with it.    

No matter how many mortals came, they would only be giving their lives for free. And after that giant beast was angered...    

The old Magistrates didn't dare to imagine the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.    

Only the gods could resist this ferocious beast.    

In the exquisite temple, the old Magistrates knelt on the ground and prayed to the Heliopolitan Ennead.    

He prayed that the gods would punish him and punish the ferocious giant beast.    

Gods...    

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"Spit!"    

Looking at the elderly figure praying in the temple, the tanned, tall man spat out a mouthful of saliva.    

"Those who should be shouting are not shouting..." The tall man muttered, "Do you really think that those things you worship don't know what they are?"    

He raised his arm. He pointed at the old figure in the distant temple.    

"Since you like to worship the gods so much, then go and see the gods."    

The man turned around.    

In the end, he still had to do it himself...    

An unknown whistle sounded.    

Whistling, the dark skinned tall man disappeared into the night.