Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

White Wolf Slope, the headquarters of the Southern Mountain Range's military, was heavily guarded on this day. The elite soldiers of the Mountain Rong Tribe, who wore armor and rode their bows, could be seen everywhere. And all of this was because of one person.    

The person who was personally welcomed into the tent by the Shanrong tribe leader, jitu.    

In the large tent, jet looked at the young man in front of him who had spread his arms wide and was waiting for the search to end. He was very clear that this young man called Lu Diao was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.    

To be able to build a Dock Castle at the border without the support of the military and successfully gain a foothold, this young man's means could be seen from this.    

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to deal with Lu Diao. But since the other party came looking for him, as a descendant of You Xiong Family, he had no reason to back down.    

"What? You still haven't finished searching?"    

Lu Diao smiled as he looked at the two Mountain Rong warriors who were still unwilling to give up after searching his body several times.    

"Jiese, you are wearing heavy armor and I am empty-handed. Are you afraid that I will kill you with one punch?"    

"I am indeed afraid." Jiese nodded, "The Jiangdong Lu family is the first young talent to have trained the 32-dan Kunpeng to the great circle. I might not be able to withstand one punch from you."    

"There is no more Jiangdong Lu family." Lu Diao shook his head, "Now, there is only the Northern Lu family. But since you have already investigated my background so clearly... Then aren't you worried that you will die in my hands?"    

"Of course not."    

Ji Bei calmly looked at Lu Diao.    

"My subordinates have already aimed at this place. Even you and I won't be able to live with three thousand feather arrows. Tell me, what do you want to do?"    

"It's not what I want to do." Lu Diao calmly looked at Jieth. "I came here to give the king a fortune..."    

"Leader. "The warrior in charge of searching pointed at Lu Diao's right hand, "Other than this finger, there's nothing else."    

" This is my token as the Patriarch of the Lu Family. I cannot leave my body. "    

Lu Diao glanced at the warrior who spoke rudely.    

"Besides... If you think I want to kill someone..."    

Lu Diao easily opened the five fingers of his left hand that had dug into the neck of the Shanrong warrior.    

"Do I still need that kind of thing?"    

Blood splashed out. The warrior fell down in front of Ji Bei's cold eyes. He could no longer live.    

"Drag him down first."    

Jitu waved his hand.    

Ignoring the servants who were carrying the corpses, jitu frowned and looked at Lu Diao.    

"What are you trying to do?"    

"I just want to give the king a fortune." Lu Diao smiled, "The winter on the grassland is very hard to endure. But as long as the king goes down south..."    

"You want to give me to the northern army for military merits?"    

Ji Tuoduo stared into Land Eagle's eyes.    

"The king must be joking, how could it be..."    

"Those six tribes died because of you two years ago. Right?"    

Looking at the cold expression on his face, Lu Diao put away his cynicism.    

"King."    

Lu Diao looked into the eyes of the king.    

"Do you know that people who are too smart usually die very quickly?"    

"Yes."    

Jet nodded.    

"You're right."    

A thick blade with a ring on its head silently swept towards Lu Diao's neck.    

From the beginning, ji Te had never intended to communicate with Lu Diao. As soon as he attacked, he used his strongest killing move.    

No one knew that he had already mastered the White Wolf Moonhowl Art, except for himself.    

Jitai knew very well that Lone Wolf, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for a fatal blow, was much more ferocious than the pack of wolves with a strong momentum.    

No matter what this kid called Lu Diao was thinking, he just had to kill him. If the burly man really came to cause trouble for him because of this kid, he could just bring his tribe and run away.    

This kid's martial arts was on par with his, but he was the one who attacked first. With just one slash, this kid's head would fly up...    

Zheng - -    

An ear-piercing sound of metal clashing could be heard.    

It wasn't Lu Diao's head that flew up, but the half of the blade of the circular blade.    

Jitou stared blankly at the long and thin shield that suddenly appeared on Lu Diao's right arm. He was sure that he hadn't seen this rhombus-shaped shield before. It had appeared out of thin air.    

How... How is this possible?    

What was that?    

Lu Diao waved his right arm, and Ji Bei's head shot up into the sky.    

In midair, jitain's head still had the last bit of consciousness remaining.    

He finally recognized what it was.    

That finger... No, it wasn't a finger.    

It was an arm blade.    

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Lu Diao let out a long breath as he watched the headless corpse fall to the ground.    

Looking at the strange blade on his right arm that had yet to be stained with blood, Lu Diao smiled bitterly.    

He had obtained this Ruyi weapon by chance a few years ago. It was also because of this trump card that he dared to enter the Hu King's tent alone.    

This divine weapon that Lu Diao named Eagle Claw was very powerful. Even if he only held it in his hand, Lu Diao could feel the surging energy contained within it. However, although this Wishful Steel was powerful, there was still something bad about it.    

This divine weapon... could not kill.    

In Lu Diao's opinion, this blade should be called a Demonic Armament. Once someone was killed, this divine weapon would begin to affect Lu Diao's mind. It would only stop when the divine weapon was full.    

As for what to feed... of course, it would take more lives.    

If he wanted to kill someone, who should he kill? That's right!    

Lu Diao patted his head with his left hand.    

Wasn't there still three thousand Mountain Rong Archers outside?    

Three thousand lives was enough for this eagle claw to remain silent for a long time.    

As long as they were all killed...    

A huge shadow blocked Lu Diao's line of sight and let out a low roar.    

"Found it..."    

Looking at the burly man in a black robe in front of him, Lu Diao frowned.    

Who... was this? Is this the reinforcement that Jitai invited?    

Forget it, it would be fine as long as they were cut off one by one.    

The thirty-second Kunpeng would revolve like a torrential river. Lu Diao waved his right arm at the burly man.    

One slash.    

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Seeing this young man who dared to stab him, Du Kang was very touched by his courage, and then he kicked him to the ground.    

Although the weapon he personally forged was a truly high grade weapon, it was still in the hands of whoever had it. If it was in the hands of a Deep One, even if it was in the hands of a Serpent People, Du Kang would still be careful when dealing with it. But this human... was too weak.    

However, when he took the arm blade from the fainted young man, Du Kang felt that something was wrong.    

This young man... could not be a thief.    

This young man was too weak. If he had seen his true form, this young man would not have had the chance to survive. If he had only seen his true form, he would have died on the spot. How could he have the chance to steal a weapon?    

Nyarlathotep had already made things clear. Du Kang knew very well what kind of influence the item he personally made would have. And this young man went crazy just by putting the arm blade on his arm. This was even after Du Kang tried his best to get rid of the effects of his work. How could he look directly at his own body and survive... Wait a minute.    

Du Kang carefully sized up the arm blade in his hand.    

This arm blade... had been modified by someone.