Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Some people felt that money was powerful. As long as there was money, everything would bow down to him. Some people felt that power was powerful. As long as there was power, he could stand above others and act in a commanding manner. Some people felt that wisdom was powerful. As long as there was extraordinary wisdom, heaven and earth could be the game, and the people could be the children. He could toy with everyone in his palm. Some people felt that power was powerful. As long as there was power that could crush everything, it could decide the life and death of everything. It could roam freely for the rest of his life.    

However, what could he do after he became truly powerful?    

Zhang Changgong originally thought that he was already very powerful. As the commander of the strongest army in Guan Han Dynasty, he was never short of money. He also did not lack power. He had studied military books since he was young, and he had never lacked wisdom. His bravery was comparable to Zhang Yide's in the past. However, today... Only now did he realize that everything he had was just a joke.    

The forty-eight spear-like arrows shot out by the siege crossbow were cut down by the bamboo hat man in front of him. The rain of arrows that covered the sky was unable to harm the bamboo hat man in the slightest. Facing the group of dead men who were walking over like demons, he couldn't even hold the eight-zhang long snake spear in his hand.    

Although he knew that the opponent might not be a human being, the fear that spread out from the bottom of his heart still swallowed him into the abyss.    

His muscles were trembling, his body was getting colder and colder, his limbs could no longer move, even his thoughts had stopped moving.    

This Demon God in front of him couldn't possibly be the mastermind behind the fall of the world. Only now did Zhang Changgong understand. If that mastermind had such strength, why would he need to scheme?    

Just like Guan Yunchang back then...    

However, it was too late.    

A huge mistake had been made, a huge disaster had already happened.    

Zhang Changgong moved his arms, which were stiff due to fear, and urged his horse, which was also in fear, to turn around and run.    

He couldn't beat it, he couldn't beat it. He could only stall for time. When his big brother and second brother came to help, there might still be a chance for him to survive. Otherwise...    

The great calamity of life.    

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What Zhang Changgong didn't know was that he would never be able to wait for his big brother.    

Bingzhou, Wuyuan Prefecture's official road.    

The pungent smell of blood and the stench of internal organs filled the entire region. Countless corpses made this place seem like hell on earth. In the center of this region, a white-haired old man carrying a huge sickle was standing on a young man's body, leisurely eating fruits.    

A black fruit.    

"I didn't expect you to know to send my things back..."    

The white-haired old man bent down and pulled out one devil sword after another from the sheath on the young man's back. Then, he stabbed the devil swords into the young man's back one after another, nailing the young man to the ground.    

"There are also so many seasonings."    

"Sima..." The young man spat out a mouthful of blood. "Old thief!"    

"Sima? This body's name is Sima?" The white-haired old man finished the fruit and wiped his mouth, "You recognize this body?"    

" But it doesn't matter. " The old man stepped on the young man's body and pulled out a devil sword. He casually broke it and took out a palm-sized black fruit from the fracture. "Anyway, this shell is almost at its end."    

"Devil..."    

The young man panted weakly.    

"You have such strength, yet you bring disaster to the world... What exactly are you doing..."    

"For what reason?"    

The white-haired old man stopped chewing and seriously thought for a moment.    

"Because... Interesting?"    

"Oh right." The old man reached behind him and grabbed a long sword that was aimed at the back of his head. "If you want to rely on my Divine Clone, it won't be of much use. Just give up. But how did you do it just now? This sword can actually fly over directly?"    

" Put Scarlet Heaven down! "    

The youth used his last bit of strength to roar.    

Crack -    

The sword in the old man's hand broke.    

"It's nothing special... It's just an ordinary sword."    

The old man carefully observed the broken sword, then threw it aside.    

"How did you do it?"    

"You..."    

The young man stared blankly at the two pieces of Chi Xiao that had fallen to the ground and died.    

"Hmm? How did he die?"    

The old man casually stepped on the young man a few times, only to find that the young man had completely stopped breathing.    

Forget it, if he died, so be it.    

He pulled out another devil sword from the young man's back. The old man broke the devil sword and took out a black fruit from it.    

He could actually take back five more mature seeds... What should he say to these creatures that call themselves humans?    

"Harvest..."    

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Warm, trembling.    

Guan Che woke up from his long coma.    

He still remembered that he was going to lead his men to support his third brother. However, he was stopped halfway by a peerless expert who came out of nowhere. And after a fierce battle - or rather, after being beaten up unilateral - he didn't take his life. Instead...    

Damn it, why can't I remember what happened after that?    

Guan Che shook his slightly dizzy head and propped himself up, wanting to stand up.    

He felt that he had pressed on some animal's fur.    

This is...    

Guan Che looked at the strange animal beneath him. He could vaguely tell that it was a tiger.    

But... does a tiger have pointy ears?    

That's right! Crescent Moon Azure Dragon!    

"Oh!"    

A deep voice came from the side, followed by a series of strange syllables.    

Guan Che suddenly turned his head, only to discover that the strong man in the black robe who was so strong that he didn't look like a human was holding the crescent moon green dragon in one hand and a fish in the other. He was saying something to himself.    

But...    

Guan Che frowned.    

He didn't understand...    

"I don't know your name, please forgive me." Guan Che cupped his fist toward the man in black, "But can you return the crescent moon green dragon to me first?"    

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and then he found Guan Che staring at the blade in his hand.    

"Oh."    

The black-robed man pointed the blade at the strange tiger that Guan Che was riding and shook his head.    

Guan Che immediately understood what the man in black meant.    

The blade was too heavy, and the tiger couldn't stand it.    

Guan Che thought of his third brother, who might have already exchanged blows with Magic and Martial Sovereign, and jumped off the tiger's back.    

"Oh?"    

As expected, the man in black handed the knife over.    

He also handed over the fish.    

Looking at the raw fish that had been cleaned up, Guan Che shook his head awkwardly. Then, he raised the knife and pointed it in the direction of the martial arts stage.    

"Hmm..."    

The man in black pointed at Guan Che's chest and shook his head.    

You are still concerned about my injuries...    

Guan Che stared blankly at the man in the black robe, who might be even stronger than his great-grandfather.    

This powerful man didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with.    

However... there was no more time.    

Guan Che smiled and patted his chest hard.    

"I'm fine."    

"Oh.."    

The man in the black robe was still shaking his head. It was obvious that Guan Che's injuries had been seen through.    

"I appreciate your kindness." Guan Che cupped his fists, "But my brother is fighting a tough battle right now. I have to go."    

The man in black seemed to feel Guan Che's fighting spirit. He paused for a second and then nodded.    

Ignoring the man's reply, Guan Che turned around and walked towards the direction of the platform.    

However... he couldn't move.    

A big hand holding a raw fish grabbed Guan Che's clothes.    

"Oh."    

Seeing Guan Che turn around, the black-robed man spoke a series of strange words.    

This thing...    

Guan Che was at a loss.    

He didn't understand...    

"Oh!"    

After seeing Guan Che's confused look, the man in black gave up talking. He pointed at the direction Guan Che had pointed at and made a fighting pose.    

"Oh?"    

He was asking if he would encounter a fight if he went there.    

"Un." Guan Che nodded. There was nothing to hide.    

"Oh!"     2

The black-robed man seemed to be expressing his joy as he clapped his hands exaggeratedly. He then pointed at himself, then at Guan Che, and then at the direction of the platform.    

Guan Che was stunned.    

This powerful warrior wanted to go with him to the battling platform? But why...    

Ignoring Guan Che's reply, the man in black robe put his arm around Guan Che's shoulder and walked towards the Martial Stage.    

The one who had left with them... A strange tiger?