Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

He had been living a very regular life these two years, warming up in the morning. He fed the cats, then learned martial arts from the gods, and fed the cats. In the afternoon, he trained his body, fed the cat, observed and imitated the movements of the cat at night, and rested. There was a Dragon-Li cat lying on his body.    

Occasionally, he would go hunting with God. Of course, he wouldn't bring a cat at this time.    

The girl didn't have much interaction with him. The gods didn't even give him a chance to speak. Later, he gradually got used to this kind of silent life. He believed that this was another kind of teaching from the gods to him.    

He gave up on talking and focused more on his own thoughts.    

He knew how strong he was now. Although as a warrior, he had not touched any weapons for two years, and it was impossible for him to have any decent weapons in this place, he did not need any weapons now.    

After training for more than half a year, the god did not make any moves during the hunt. Instead, he stood there and gestured for him to go hunt those wild beasts. This was also the first time he knew that he could kill lone lions with his bare hands.    

And now, without any weapons, he could slaughter the entire lion herd.    

Now, the god and his hunting harvests were getting lesser and lesser. This was not because all the fierce beasts had been killed. It was because all the wild beasts on this land remembered them. As long as they appeared, the top predators on the local food chain would flee far away.    

The villagers were even happier about the decrease in their hunting. The reduction of beasts meant that this land was safer.    

However...    

He was exhausted and laid on the floor of the temple, looking at his right hand.    

This hand had not touched a saber for two years.    

A warrior who even forgot how to hold a saber, was he still a warrior?    

The Dragon-Li cat that had grown into a big and strong cat jumped over with familiarity and laid on his chest.    

He habitually started to comb the Dragon-Li cat's fur, causing it to snore in satisfaction.    

Why did he become a warrior in the first place?    

Because he was a descendant of the royal family in the past? So he must take back the glory from those enemies?    

What if he takes back the glory?    

Scorpion's descendant became a royal family again?    

Could it be that defeating those enemies was to become those enemies?    

...    

The civet cat seemed to have noticed something and raised its head to rub his chin.    

...    

This simple life was indeed very good. Practicing martial arts and hunting did not require him to think about restoring his former glory. He also did not need to think about how to deal with Horus in this world. Every bit of progress in martial arts satisfied him.    

Ah, and this cat.    

He continued to give the Dragon-Li cat fur.    

But he knew that this kind of life wouldn't continue. One day, he would leave this place and face the descendants of those eagles again. This was something he, as a descendant of a scorpion, had to do.    

He had once conquered the Alien and made it into an army. He had fought with the descendants of the eagles for a full seven years, but he was still defeated.    

Now, he was the only one left.    

The enemy was the human Horus.    

This was a hopeless battle, but as the descendant of the scorpion, he had to pay back his past.    

In the simple and crude temple, the god with the cat hanging all over his body was holding the white long-haired cat on top of his head, and the girl holding the black short-haired cat was humming an unknown song.    

Compared to the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood that he had to face, this simple life was like a dream.    

A dream would always wake up.    

But he didn't think that he would wake up so quickly.    

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"This is the place"    

Under the night sky, a fully armored figure was riding on a horse. In front of him were close to a thousand fully armed soldiers.    

"The oracle says that everyone in this village has abandoned the sacred Heliopolitan Ennead and turned to worship a powerful beast..."    

His hand tightly gripped the blade's hilt.    

Believers...    

"The people here have already abandoned their beliefs!" The figure in full armor roared, "They are no longer Horus's people!"    

"They are traitors! Horus's warriors have no pity for traitors!" The man in full armor raised his saber high. "Take down the villages of the traitors! Turn the traitors into slaves! Kill them all if they resist!"    

" Then... "    

The fully armored figure looked at the simple yet enormous building.    

"Kill the beast that defiled the name of God."    

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Du Kang held the hilt of the dagger and silently pulled the bloodstained dagger out from his body.    

The dagger fell to the ground.    

Ding -    

Du Kang came back to his senses.    

He did not have an arm, nor did he have a dagger.    

In the darkness of the night, there were only thick limbs and a white cat in front of him.    

It was a dream again...    

F * ck.    

Du Kang glanced at the interior of the clay house. The girl and the black cat were resting on the bed in the corner. Johnson was lying in the other corner. The strong Dragon-Li cat was lying on his body. Du Kang felt that there was no need to prepare a bed for Johnson.    

Fortunately, he did not wake anyone this time.    

Du Kang laid on the ground and looked at the village under the night sky.    

He had been here for more than two years.    

Johnson looked like a normal person. At least his aura as the head of marketing was so worn out that it could not be seen, and he would not have the expression of wanting to kill a family just because he saw a person.    

As for that young girl... From the start, she had only come to raise cats, and he had already paid her enough.    

Looking at the village under the night sky, Du Kang lightly tapped his carapace with his appendages.    

Maybe he should leave...    

Du Kang's eyes focused.    

Under the night sky, the village became noisy.    

...    

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Under the night sky, the tall dark-skinned man looked at the village in the distance.    

There were screams and screams from afar.    

The man laughed.    

"The former ruler..." The man muttered, "I hope you like this appetizer..."    

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In the exquisite temple, the old Magistrates was sitting at the table and eating.    

He could hear the shouts and screams outside. He knew that this was an army sent by the temple to eliminate the heretics. But this had nothing to do with him anymore.    

The gods had already responded to him.    

The will of the god was everything.    

After eating and drinking his fill, he took out a blank piece of papyrus.    

No... papyrus was afraid of being damp...    

He put away the papyrus and took out another stone slab.    

This should be enough...    

Holding the tool, he carved the words of praise on the stone slab, one word at a time.    

As long as he completed this chapter, he would be able to punish those who did not believe in him...    

The muttering of the gods echoed in his ears.    

As long as he completed this chapter, he would be able to save his favorite student...    

The god muttered in a low voice.    

As long as he completed this chapter, the Six Legged Beast would be punished by the god...    

Recording the god's knowledge and spreading the glory of the god...    

God would be with him.    

In the endless passage of time, death would also disappear.