Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Tian Heng sighed and put down the silk book in his hand.    

That old fool actually won against the Ghost...    

Of course he knew what it meant to defeat the Ghost. He also knew why that old undying wanted to conquer the ghosts and deities.    

All preparations were now in vain.    

Perhaps that old undying had already decided to betray his Ancestral Master's faith when he left Hakuo Valley in the west, which was why he supported the eight generations of emperors on that piece of land, all for the sake of the entire Central Plains. In the end, that old undying had successfully endured through several generations and helped that proton set the world in stone.    

That old undying was a complete madman. He was very clear. If it wasn't for that madman, that old undying would have died a long time ago.    

"I'll be back, just you wait."    

This was the ravings that the old fool had made to all the feudal vassals of the Central Plains before coming out of seclusion all those years ago.    

However, he had never imagined that the old undying man would return in such a manner.    

With just this single breath, the old undying man had forcibly vanquished all the feudal vassals of the Central Plains.    

This one breath had persisted for over two hundred years...    

Originally, even if this old undying could endure it, he wouldn't be able to endure it for too long. Regardless of whether it was that proton or this old undying, as long as one of them entered the earth, the Six Nations would have a chance to restore their country. As the royal family of Old Qi, Tian Heng could also raise the flag and return to the royal family.    

But this old undying really won against the ghosts...    

That old thing would definitely choose to live forever, and even bring along the Ancestral Dragon. He was very clear how crazy this old thing was. As long as he could suppress the other countries, that old thing would not care about any price.    

However, after this battle, qin Mo's bloodline could be considered to have suffered a great blow to their vitality. Three thousand disciples, five hundred Flying Bird Rangers, and eleven branch chiefs had not participated in this battle. In addition, the Ancestral Dragon was already old, so it might be a good opportunity to start a fight...    

"Tian Heng of the Black Sect! Receive the matrix!"    

A loud shout interrupted his thoughts.    

Matrix Token?    

Tian Heng was stunned.    

He was the Matrix of Qi Mo's faction. Where did the Matrix Token come from?    

With doubt and a little anger, Tian Heng got up and pushed the door open.    

"Matrix." A guest standing beside him came forward, "This is..."    

"Let's go out and take a look."    

Tian Heng waved his sleeve.    

"Tian Heng! If you don't come out, I will go in myself!"    

What...    

" Hurry up and leave! " Tian Heng called out to his mercenaries and quickened his pace, "To the front hall!"    

"No need..."    

Along with a series of wails, a young man dressed in plain black appeared in front of Tian Heng.    

He held a longsword in his hand.    

"I have taken care of all your hanger-ons..."    

"You..." Tian Heng reached for the sword hilt at his waist.    

A black ray flashed.    

The dark and heavy sword brushed past Tian Heng's neck and nailed itself to the door frame.    

"Matrix Token! The day Mo Men Tian received the token rose! Within a month, move to the pass! No mistakes are allowed!"    

" You... "Tian Heng pulled out the sharp sword on his waist," I am Qi Mozi! Where did the Matrix Token come from?"    

"Qi Mo?"    

The black-clothed youth sneered.    

"There has never been anything like Qi Mo, nor Qi Mo Matrix." The young man in black stared into Tian Heng's eyes, "Only the Mo family, ju Zi is the senior master of Guu Lih."    

Guu Lih?    

Tian Heng gritted his teeth.    

That old bastard...    

"Stop hesitating. You think you can revolt with just your few hanger-ons?" The young man seemed to have thought of something. "By the way, master Guu Lih still has something to tell you."    

" You... "Tian Heng acted like he was going to stab him," Qin Mo's bloodline doesn't care about my Qi Mo's bloodline! "    

"Tian Heng." The young man imitated the voice and demeanor in his memory. "If I have the ability to make your Gui surname Tian take over the Qi State, I naturally have the ability to take it back. You take care of yourself. "    

Tian Heng's hand froze.    

"Oh? You want to stab me?"    

The young man seemed to have discovered something fun. He took two steps forward and pressed his chest against the tip of the sword.    

"Come, stab me here."    

Sensing the young man's approach, Tian Heng retreated in panic.    

"Stab?"    

The young man used his chest to support the sharp sword as he advanced step by step.    

"Didn't you want to rebel? Come on? Kill me and sacrifice me to the flag!"    

Facing the young man's aggressive approach, Tian Heng retreated in a panic and sat down on the ground.    

"Phew..." The young man let out a long breath, "Boring."    

"Let me ask you." The young man looked down at Tian Heng. "Matrix Token, will you accept it?"    

"I..."    

Closing his eyes, Tian Heng threw away the sharp sword in his hand.    

"I'll take it."    

Struggling to get up, Tian Heng pulled out the dark and heavy sword from the doorframe.    

Holding the sword, Tian Heng bowed deeply to the young man in black.    

"Qi Mo, Tian Heng..."    

"What?" The young man frowned, "Say it again?"    

"Mo... Mo Sect." Tian Heng lowered his head, "Tian Heng of Mo Sect, take the matrix."    

"If it was like this earlier, wouldn't it have been settled..."    

The young man shook his head, turned around and left.    

After leaving the courtyard, the young man rode his horse and glanced at Tian Heng and the other guests. He snorted disdainfully.    

The moment Guu Lih and the Ancestral Dragon showed their old habits, they dared to jump out.    

After turning his horse around, the young man turned around and left.    

There were still other orders that needed to be passed down. He couldn't stay here for too long.    

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Capital City, ink Garden.    

Du Kang and Nyarlathotep were standing by a small pond, discussing how to make a decision.    

The old man's words had thrown Du Kang's mind into chaos.    

Du Kang knew what the old man called Guu Lih was talking about. But how did this old man know?    

Could it be...    

"This old man once did something for Hastur, the brother of Cthulhu, for a period of time." Nyarlathotep seemed to have seen through Du Kang's worries and explained, "Just like how Yuri works for you. You paid Yuri for resources and connections. It seems that Hastur paid this old man for knowledge."    

"Knowledge?" Du Kang was a little puzzled. "But..."    

"You want to ask about predicting the future? It's very normal." Nyarlathotep shook his head. "The future itself is unknown, but the future direction is not completely unknown. If you don't believe me, go ask Yog. He even knows how many cows you will eat for the next meal."    

"This..." Du Kang choked.    

"No matter what your opinion is, I will make it clear to you first." Nyarlathotep looked at Du Kang. "That old man is dying. He is not dying of illness. It's old. This old man does not look stupid, but he still chooses to use a powerful existence to prolong his life. This meant that he had no other choice. I think the Ancestral Dragon he spoke of is more or less the same. "    

" Don't look at me. " Nyarlathotep shook his head, "If these two are still young, I have plenty of ways to deal with them. But now, I have no other way. "    

This...    

Du Kang hesitated.    

He had memories of the past. Du Kang really didn't want this land that looked like his hometown to experience those few calamities again. However, Du Kang also knew that if that old man really used that octopus, it might cause an even greater catastrophe.    

Forget it, the two powers were at odds with each other. At most, if something really happened, he would come back and deal with it.    

"It's decided" Du Kang turned around and walked to the old man in the wheelchair. He snatched the box and said, "I can't leave this for you."    

"As for what you said, I don't think it's good either." Du Kang held the small box and said, "When the time comes, I'll help you..."    

Crack -    

The delicate box could not withstand Du Kang's finger force and broke into pieces.    

"Huh?"    

Du Kang was stunned.    

The old man in the wheelchair widened his eyes.    

Nyarlathotep frowned.    

This is...    

Du Kang looked at the remains of the box in his hand.    

The box was empty.