Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Two Six Legged Beast covered in carapace were gathered together, fiddling with something.    

"God Father, your skills are getting better and better."    

Sunday spoke the language of the Deep One in a somewhat awkward manner. Although the speaker made by Nyarlathotep was indeed very useful and it was not complicated to use, Sunday, who had been using the body language all this time, was still not used to it.    

"This reaction speed..." Sunday moved the gloves on his appendages. His five fingers made all kinds of movements under Sunday's will. "Just like how it grew on the body, there is no discomfort at all."    

Du Kang was also a little happy to see Sunday's movements. After all, this pair of gloves was one of his few successful works.    

Universal multi-purpose support platform, codename "Gloves." It used the excellent transformation technique from Nyarlathotep and Anubis's material activation technique. He had also used Du Kang's simplified rune technique, which he had developed with the help of the lunar stronghold. It was strong and durable. It had quick reflexes and convenient storage. More importantly, with this, the shrimp people would be able to take things with one hand in the future.    

Right now, what was on Sunday's appendages was only the prototype. The real mass production still needed to be handled by Sunday himself when he returned.    

After all, so many years had passed. Du Kang was not very clear about the level of development of the shrimp people. He still had to let Sunday bring it back and modify it according to the actual situation.    

"There are also these..." Sunday controlled his hands and picked up a few weapons at the side. "They are also fine pieces of work. This time, the commanders of the six warzones will not cause any more trouble."    

"Actually, can't you make a batch of these things yourself?" Du Kang was a little puzzled. "Why do you want me to come?"    

"God Father, it's not like you don't know." Sunday shook his head. "After that incident, the leader lost all his prestige. It made those kids in the military lose all their prestige. Right now, no one is willing to accept it. Besides you, who else is qualified to be the commander of the warzone? "    

"That's right..."    

Although Du Kang did not know much about the development level of the shrimp people, he still had some understanding of the current situation of the shrimp people. The few Conservatives led by Shrimp Leader had completely lost the right to speak. Now, the only active ones were the pioneers led by Sunday and the warmongers with the military as the core. Although there were no conflicts or disagreements between the two parties, they were still unable to do the honorifics themselves.    

"That's right." Sunday picked up a small crystal from under his feet and handed it over. "This is what you wanted, God Father."    

"Yes."    

Du Kang nodded, but did not take the crystal.    

"God Father, you are really..."    

Sunday shook his head and threw the crystal to the huge Deep One that had been standing there for a long time.    

"Dagon, right?" Sunday glanced at the ugly Deep One and said, "Keep it well."    

"This is..."    

Dagon was stunned when he felt the information contained in the crystal.    

"Why?"    

"octopus head, it was my fault last time." Du Kang did not care about Dagon's surprise. He looked at the green giant that had grown back half of its body. "I remember you said you wanted to go on a trip. This is a gift. "    

"It's fine." Cthulhu put down the huge cigar in his hand and sighed. "I was also cheated in the previous incident. I didn't expect that even if my brother agreed to reconcile, he still had such a strong desire to kill you. But let bygones be bygones. "    

" Alright. "    

Du Kang let out a long sigh of relief. He felt bad for keeping such things in his heart.    

"Wait." Dagon held the crystal tightly in his hand and called out to Sunday, who was packing up the weapons and preparing to leave. "Why?"    

"Why? Anyway, this thing will flow into the hands of the god who sent it to the water. It would be better to let you build it directly." Sunday glanced at Dagon. "What do you think? I should let those brats from the military come back and kill all of you Alien. "    

"You think too highly of your race." Sunday shook his head, "Now it's time to educate the history of cubs. Did a race that can't even walk out of the planet actually have a war with the people of the fire? You have been left far behind by us. The precious knowledge in your eyes is only the foundation of the people of Fire. "    

" Yes, my actions are indeed to support the enemy. But it is the unanimous decision of the Military Department and the Upper Creation Research Institute. " Sunday looked at Dagon, "I also know about your experience. I have to say that you have been living a smooth life. The same goes for your race. That's why you can't see it. You are leading your race towards destruction."    

" Analyze it, understand it, master it " Sunday pointed at the crystal in Dagon's hand, "The people of Fire are waiting for you in Galaxy."    

Looking at the crystal in his hand, Dagon was stunned for a long time.    

"Aren't you afraid of starting another war?"    

"Why should I be afraid?" Sunday did not understand. "We are happy that we have strong opponents. This means that civilization can continue. "    

"You guys... sigh."    

Dagon let out a long sigh and put away the crystal in his hand.    

He could no longer see through these old opponents.    

Du Kang looked at Sunday, who was packing his things, and sighed.    

These shrimp men had grown to such an extent...    

"carapace monster." The ugly giant with tentacles on his face patted Du Kang's shoulder. "Where's the thing you were talking about?"    

"Oh, it's here." Du Kang fished out a broken armor from behind him. "The things trapped inside are now yours. You can pack whatever you want. Just tell me the whereabouts of my work. But I can only give you four of those six seeds. It's not that I don't want to give you face, Nyar. I want to keep one as a sample, and use the other to analyze what it is."    

"That's right." Du Kang stopped Sunday, who was about to leave. "Take this back to your leader," he said.    

"This is..."    

Feeling the runic structure of the large sword in his hand, Sunday took a deep look at Du Kang, then waved his limbs and bowed to Du Kang.    

"Your will."    

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After the long-awaited feast, the carapace covered Six Legged Beast moved its legs and returned to the workshop next to its main body.    

Giving the long-distance teleportation structure to Cthulhu as compensation for the previous incident was the best result Du Kang had come up with after a long period of consideration. After all, it was not the first time Cthulhu said that he wanted to travel and change his tastes. But if the technology developed by these shrimp people were in Cthulhu's hands... Du Kang was very clear about the grudge between the shrimp people and the Deep One.    

However, what Du Kang did not expect was that Sunday would actually come and find him.    

"The people of Fire are grateful for God Father's respect for the people of Fire." After guessing Du Kang's thoughts, Sunday explained, "However, the people of Fire have been planning to raise new opponents for themselves. The diary of the people of Fire sounded the alarm for us. If we don't have strong enough opponents... Civilization will stop and even retreat. There must be opponents worth fighting in front of them. Only then can civilization continue."    

The Deep One that had once nearly wiped out the entire ancient era was undoubtedly one of the best targets in the eyes of the shrimp people.    

Du Kang didn't want to care too much about the grudges between the shrimp people and the Deep One. These shrimp people had already grown up and knew that they were responsible for their own actions. He only knew that the shrimp people had indeed agreed to his idea. This was already very good.    

In exchange, Du Kang returned to the shrimp people's society in another way. He replaced Meng De, who had completely lost his right to speak, and became the nominal leader of the shrimp people. This gave the various factions of the prawns a chance to unite.    

However, Du Kang did not intend to use the name of this leader to do anything. He knew very well that the shrimp people only needed a reason to avoid splitting up. The shrimp people had grown up, and whatever they wanted to do was their own freedom.    

He took out a long spear from the workshop, and the carapace covered Six Legged Beast casually inserted the long spear into the ground.    

After lighting up a cigarette, Du Kang silently looked at the long spear.    

Speaking of which, Sunday should have already returned... Yes.    

Feeling the familiar fluctuation from the bottom of his heart, Du Kang exhaled a puff of smoke and silently responded to that unknown message.    

Old brother, so many years have passed.    

Are you alright?