Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

A dull sound of flesh being hit rang out.    

Dagon retracted the stone pillar from the giant whale that had been smashed into a meat patty. With a backhand pull, he directly opened the ladle of another giant whale that had rushed over.    

Hu...    

Supporting himself with the giant stone pillar, Dagon silently looked at the corpses of the giant whales.    

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It had been a long time since he drank the Blood of God.    

Dagon knew very well how dangerous the Blood of God was. He thought there was a high possibility that he would suffer a backlash on the spot and die.    

In the end, nothing happened to him and Hydr.    

No, perhaps there were still some changes.    

His and Hydr's appetite became bigger.    

In the beginning, he did not feel that there was any problem with this. Instead, he treated it as a normal phenomenon.    

After all, he and Hydr were both burdened with a lot of work. All of these consumed a lot of physical strength.    

But after that, the mutation began.    

Along with the increase in their appetite, his and Hydr's figures also began to grow bigger.    

At the beginning, they were only a head taller than their peers, but after a period of time, Dark Spawn could only barely reach his waist.    

And now, his huge body was approaching the god of water.    

He had started the task of eliminating those powerful creatures a long time ago. At that time, he was only about the height of a shrimp man, imitating the means of the god of water. He used the power of water to transform the metal, and forged a fine spear for himself. Then, he embarked on his journey alone.    

He was a male.    

Before he fell, he would not let Hydr face any disputes.    

During the initial period of time, the battle was very difficult. Even though his body was already huge and his martial skills were superb, and he was getting more and more familiar with the power of water, those powerful creatures were even bigger and stronger than him.    

However, Dagon still had to fight.    

He knew that if he continued to let things go like this, sooner or later, among these powerful creatures, there would be the next Lord of the Seven Seas.    

A Lord of Seven Seas who was full of hostility towards Dark Spawn.    

Therefore, he had to kill all of them before they matured.    

Finally, one day, he killed a powerful creature for the first time. It was a giraffe dragon.    

The blood of God tortured Dagon's stomach.    

He ate that giraffe dragon.    

After a short rest, Dagon found that his body had become even bigger. The spear that he had forged for battle had now become a short spear to him.    

He understood what he should do now.    

Hunting, eating, hunting, and eating. He repeated the path that the god of water had taken in the past.    

His weapon was also constantly changing. That spear had already been destroyed, and the intensity of the battle was too high. The complex metal weapon he had created could no longer satisfy his needs.    

Dark Spawn and the others made new weapons for their heroes. It was a huge stone pillar.    

Dagon was very satisfied with this new weapon. With enough weight, it could make his body exert enough strength. He waved the stone pillar, and it could easily break the heads of powerful creatures.    

Dagon enjoyed the feeling of blowing up the heads of those powerful creatures.    

More importantly, metal was not easy to find, and the processing of metal was also very complicated. Now that the power of water had been greatly reduced, it even required the priests to complete this task.    

However, there was no lack of stones in the deep sea. This kind of stone pillar was also very simple to make - a few craftsmen would be able to finish it in a while.    

It was cheap and powerful, a good weapon.    

As for the problem of being easier to destroy than metal weapons... at most, they could just fight and exchange for one.    

And this thing isn't too easy to destroy.    

Just like that, Dagon, who was waving the giant stone pillar, led Dark Spawn and conquered Qi Hai once again. Although the number of people in the sea was not enough to fill the gap in Qi Hai, at least they would not be threatened by those powerful creatures.    

They now had their own heroes.    

But Dagon was still worried.    

The god of water would never let him go.    

As he became stronger and stronger, he also understood the terror of the god sealed in the divine palace.    

Even if he now possessed a body as large as his opponent's, it was still impossible for him to contend against his opponent.    

To think that he would scheme against such a terrifying existence. What exactly was he thinking back then...    

However, a huge mistake had already been made and there was no way to redeem it.    

The monitoring of the divine palace became more and more strict. On the surface, Dagon said to his people that it was for the safety of the gods, but in fact...    

He was afraid.    

His own life and death did not matter. The moment he schemed against the gods, he had already cast life and death aside.    

However, he was not the only one who drank the blood of the gods.    

He could not let Hydr pay with her life for her mistakes.    

Even if he had already agreed to live and die with her.    

However, there were some things that could not be escaped.    

There was still some movement in the temple.    

A tall, dark-skinned man walked out.    

Dagon knew about the creatures of the human race. Some time ago, they had risen to power on the land. This newly born race of the land was very similar to Dark Spawn. They were about the same size, similar in size, and had the same aggressiveness.    

Perhaps these humans were much more invasive.    

Although Dark Spawn had killed many creatures during the conquest of Seven Seas, there was a god behind them at that time.    

As for these humans... They had done similar things as Dark Spawn on land, but there was nothing behind them.    

If those slightly stronger creatures were considered gods...    

Dagon felt that any two teams of Dark Spawn's warriors could kill those so-called gods.    

But that black-skinned man was not a human.    

Although he had the appearance of a human, however, Dagon could feel the danger beneath the surface.    

That kind of deep madness. And the nameless chaos...    

Extremely dangerous.    

Dagon gently lifted the stone pillar.    

"Don't use force, don't use force." The dark-skinned man waved his hands in panic.    

However, his smiling face didn't show any signs of panic.    

"I'm not here to fight. Let's talk it out."    

...    

Dark Spawn's words?    

No, it wasn't Dark Spawn's language.    

However, Dagon realized that he could understand it.    

However, this didn't mean anything.    

The huge stone pillar pointed at the black-skinned man.    

"Breaking into the temple... What did you do?"    

"Nothing, nothing." The dark skinned man smiled. "I just talked to Green-skinned fat man inside..."    

"Dong!"    

The stone pillar smashed down, producing a dull sound.    

However...    

It hit empty air.    

"I told you not to use force..." The dark-skinned man walked out from the shadows. "Forget it. I'll leave after I finish speaking."    

The stone pillar was raised.    

"That Green-skinned fat man inside actually did not have any hostility towards you. It's just that you once poked him while he was eating, and you were so angry that you wanted to beat him up. I suggest that you go see him again after a while."    

After saying this quickly, the dark skinned man nimbly jumped into the shadows and disappeared.    

Only Dagon, who was supporting himself with the stone pillar, was left standing there quietly.    

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Putting down the stone pillar, Dagon carried the corpse of a giant whale on his shoulder.    

And then putting it down.    

...    

He was still unable to meet the gods...    

Even though he knew that the god did not hold any grudges against him, he was still unable to face that existence.    

It was not because he was afraid of death, but because of something that he himself could not explain.    

Turning around, he swam toward the island in his memory.    

He wanted to be quiet...