Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Du Kang was a little confused. The old man had always looked like a human. No matter how good the old man was at transformation, he could easily turn a human into a frog, but how could he turn a snake into a human?    

Snakes and humans were completely different.    

"Please wait a moment."    

In front of Du Kang, the Serpent People with bat wings slightly bent over.    

"I'll go and deal with the intruders."    

Intruder...    

Du Kang looked at Yig, then at the Serpent People army below.    

"You do your thing."    

This spiked slug was not the existence he was looking for. There was no need for him to protect it. Furthermore, this Glaaki slug was really weak in Du Kang's eyes. Perhaps this was not the original body of the other party, but just by looking at its appearance, Du Kang knew that this thing could not be called powerful at all.    

To the octopus head, this hedgehog like slug might be a medium-sized problem. But in Du Kang's opinion, whether or not the thorns on the body of this slug could leave a mark on his carapace was a problem. If this thing called Glaaki only had this bit of ability, Du Kang could kill as many as he could. Even Dagon couldn't compare to it.    

At the very least, Dagon still had the chance to throw away the pillar.    

Compared to the useless Glaaki, Du Kang was more interested in Yig.    

This Serpent People called Yig was obviously following Dagon's path. It did not rely on force, but on the control of a large number of subordinates. Therefore, it was not strange for him to have a strong sense of territory. After all, territory also meant the living space of his subordinates.    

The Glaaki appeared here, even if it wasn't its original body. This action was obviously crossing the line. However, this thing with spikes all over its body like a hedgehog did indeed have the qualifications to run amok - after all, not everyone had a carapace like Du Kang. Even Dagon and those Deep One would find it difficult to deal with this slug. Du Kang was very curious about how Yig and those snakemen would deal with it.    

"Alright."    

The Serpent People with wings nodded at Du Kang. Then, it folded its wings and started to dive towards the huge, spike-covered slug.    

This...    

Du Kang slapped his helmet.    

It was as if he had overestimated this Serpent People.    

In the face of this slug covered in thorns, what was wrong with this Serpent People called Yig playing? Why did he have to play God Wind? If he crashed into it just like that, he wouldn't be directly hit. Did he stab it? If he had a brain, he could throw something down from the sky. That was not right.    

Du Kang stared straight at the winged Serpent People.    

This Serpent People's response wasn't the Divine Wind, but...    

Tornado.    

The tornado that connected the sky instantly rose up. Living corpses, humans, Serpent People, broken buildings and giant slugs that were covered in spikes, everything that came into contact with the storm flew into the sky. Nothing could resist the might of the heaven and earth.    

Under Yig's control, the violent tornado swept across half of the village and carried the giant slugs that were swept into the wind far away.    

It's... over just like that?    

"The Glaaki is very hard to deal with..." Flapping the bat wings, Yig returned to the air, "Even if it's just a clone... Those spikes are hard to handle. So I can only throw it into the sea first."    

" Sorry for making you laugh. "    

Just like that... and laugh at me?    

Looking at Yig's snake head which did not show any expression, Du Kang's heart twitched.    

This Yig was indeed very strong. Even if Dagon came, he wouldn't be able to gain anything from that tornado. However, Dagon's combat strength could only be fully unleashed in the sea. If Dagon, who could control the water flow freely, let go of the tornado, he would be able to create a destructive whirlpool.    

It seemed like this Yig really did walk the same path as Dagon.    

However, he was not as quick-witted as Dagon.    

At least, Dagon would never say something that no one would be able to continue.    

"Well..." Du Kang was a little embarrassed. He forcefully changed the topic, "Since the fight is over... let's go down and take a look."    

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An overly large body was also a kind of burden at times.    

When facing an opponent with the same size, having a huge body is indeed a good thing. It could bring him powerful strength. A sufficient attack range and an aura that is not inferior to an opponent's. However, when faced with an enemy that was far smaller in size but had a large number of enemies, the huge body provided an obvious target for the numerous enemies.    

Just like how Du Kang, who only relied on his physical strength, would suffer a setback in front of Nyarlathotep's carefully raised Shoggoth, which was like an army ant, the snow white snake also fell to the ground. The thick scales that could ignore sharp blades were easily pierced by the short spears made of Glaaki.    

The Serpent People army that came to chase away the invaders easily killed all the remaining living corpses. However, the giant white snake that had dozens of short spears stabbed into its body was no longer alive.    

"Cut off my head..." The white snake weakly spat out its tongue at Apache. "Quickly..."    

"I..."    

Apache did not know what to do as he held the bone scimitar in his hand.    

'Cut off... the elder's head? '    

The elder had just saved his life, but he wanted to cut off his head?    

"Let me do it."    

A deep voice sounded behind Apache. A large scaled hand took the machete from Apache's hand.    

"God..." The white snake looked at the Serpent People with wings on its back. "You are here..."    

"I'm sorry." The Serpent People patted the huge white snake's head, "I'm late."    

The white snake weakly spat out its tongue.    

Looking at the white snake, the Serpent People raised the scimitar in its hand.    

"Do you regret it?"    

"I don't regret it."    

"Alright."    

The scimitar hacked down.    

Clang -    

"Wait a moment."    

A tall and broken armor held the scimitar's blade with one hand.    

"I have something to ask him."    

Looking at the dying white snake, the broken armor let out a breath.    

"Are you a snake... or a human?"    

"A snake or a human... Is that what you want to ask?" The white snake used all its strength to raise its head, looking at the broken armor, "This kind of thing is meaningless. I am me. I am a snake, I am also a human, I am just myself. Why must I be so clear about it? "    

" You... alright. "    

The broken armor looked at the dying white snake and nodded.    

"I understand."    

Looking at the double winged Serpent People, the broken armor took the scimitar from the Serpent People.    

"Remember not to bury the tobacco pipe in the same place when burying me."    

The white snake lowered its head.    

"It's time to put that thing away."    

"Alright"    

The broken armor nodded.    

The machete swung down.    

[Book of War 1860] - Resentful Mage    

This was what happened.    

A while ago, when I was reading books, I discovered this book, '1860 Battle Records'. Everyone knew that I always liked to watch these kinds of crazy things. In the end, after I finished reading it in one breath, I awkwardly realized that the author of this book was in the same QQ group as me.    

Then there's the current chapter push.    

Let's not talk about the violent cover first. This book was actually telling a story of a 2017 Dynasty that had been transmigrated to 1860 years ago. That's right, it was the entire transmigration. So you'll understand how much trouble this book is seeking.    

But this idea is too f * cking interesting.    

Thus, in order to enjoy reading this book, I can only watch as the author of this book goes further and further on the road to his death.    

Right, this book is a new one by fate. Please be careful when you enter the pit.    

Next was the introduction of this book:    

1860 Battle Records.    

Question: If today's China [Group Construction System] In an instant, it returned to 1860. What would happen?    

Answer: In 1860, the yellow people came to Britain. They first destroyed Ximin Temple and then burned Buckingham...    

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