Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

3Carrying his own weapon, he went down the mountain and returned to the Redcliff tribe.    2

    

"Don't be careless, warrior. The calamities have not gone far, and even more terrifying calamities are waiting for you in the future. Challenging fate or waiting for death, brave warrior, what is your choice? "    

    

This was what God of Earth said to him before parting.    

    

Just the "living person" had already killed this world. But there was an even more terrifying disaster... What could it be?    

    

He couldn't imagine what kind of natural disaster it was.    

    

But he knew that he had to survive. No matter how terrifying the natural disaster was, he had to live.    

    

Moreover, it wasn't like he didn't have the chance to resist fate.    

    

He stretched out his hand and looked at the black mark in the center of his palm.    

    

New power...    

    

This wasn't the power of those powerful monsters, but the power of God of Earth, the power of the stone golems themselves.    

    

As long as he could control this power, it was not impossible for him to challenge fate. Even if he was powerful enough...    

    

He understood the hint that God of Earth gave him.    

    

But it was still not enough. He was still too far away from God of Earth. He had to become stronger, stronger than anyone else. Only then could he have the qualifications to obtain everything. Only then could he have the qualifications to guard everything.    

    

He looked at the Stonemen of the Crimson Rock Tribe who had come to welcome him, and with a smile on his face, he extended his hand in a friendly manner.    

    

The black mark on his palm was clearly visible.    

    

The Crimson Rock Tribe...    

    

He held the Crimson Rock Man's outstretched hand.    

    

Accept God of Earth's gift and become stronger together.    

    

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"What? You have an older sister?"    

    

The Six Legged Beast with the carapace looked at the black-skinned man in surprise.    

    

"Why have I never heard you talk about this before?"    

    

"You didn't ask..." Nyarlathotep sighed helplessly. "Anyway, carapace monster, Cthulhu, any female came to you during this period of time, especially those who look extraordinarily charming. You must be careful."    

    

"It's fine." Cthulhu shook his head. "Your sister will not harm us."    

    

"Not necessarily." Nyarlathotep looked at Cthulhu seriously. "I can't guarantee what she will do. There's nothing wrong with being careful."    

    

"Don't worry so much. We're not that stupid." Du Kang waved his hand. "Be happy, Nyar. You haven't laughed in a while."    

    

"Is that so..."    

    

Nyarlathotep rubbed his face and adjusted his facial expression.    

    

"I've been busy lately, so I'm under a lot of pressure."    

    

Du Kang knew very well that Nyarlathotep did not hide his emotions because he trusted him and the octopus head. However, if Nyarlathotep, who always wore a smile on his face, could not smile, the atmosphere would be too depressing.    

    

"Don't think too much about it."    

    

Cthulhu handed a turtle shell filled with liquid to Nyarlathotep.    

    

"Try it. This soup is very delicious."    

    

"Wait a minute."    

    

Nyarlathotep walked into the shadows. After the ugly giant with tentacles on his face came out, he took the small turtle shell that was as big as two millstones.    

    

"It's just a bit too little." Cthulhu shook his head and looked at Du Kang. "carapace monster, when can you make a big pot? I'm getting a little tired of only eating roasted food and raw food. "    

    

"The ingredients are limited. It's impossible to cook anything in such a big pot. I'm also thinking of a way to solve this problem."    

    

Du Kang, who was handling the prey on the grill, glanced at Cthulhu.    

    

"octopus head, let me ask you a question."    

    

"Speak."    

    

"What is the motivation for you to keep eating like this? Won't you get sick of it?"    

    

"Why would I get sick of it?" Cthulhu was a little puzzled." You will get sick of just one thing. But there will always be better food. Won't it be enough to eat those new ones?"    

    

" Er... that's not the case. " Du Kang pondered for a moment. "What I mean is, what if there is no better food? If one day you eat the most delicious food and get sick of it. What will you do after that? "    

    

" I... "    

    

Cthulhu thought for a while and shook his head.    

    

"Nothing like that will happen."    

    

"The situation you mentioned will never happen." Cthulhu picked up half of the big bird. "Look, I've never eaten this before, but now I've eaten it."    

    

He looked at Cthulhu, who had a serious expression on his face. Du Kang somehow admired this Green-skinned fat man.    

    

Although he only knew how to eat, this octopus head was unexpectedly open-minded.    

    

But...    

    

Du Kang cut off a piece of meat from the grill and stuffed it into his mouth.    

    

Where was his own path?    

    

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"This is..."    

    

The Crimson Stone man named Fields looked at his hands in disbelief.    

    

"This is a gift from God of Earth."    

    

Looking at Fates' shocked expression, he inexplicably thought of the first time he felt his body mutate.    

    

At that time, he was terrified. And now, gates... was pleasantly surprised.    

    

"God of Earth has already sent down an oracle." With a grim expression, he made a strange and profound gesture and said, "A new calamity is coming. All of the stone golems must be prepared. Accept the power that God of Earth has bestowed upon us and resist the unknown calamities. "    

    

His voice was sonorous and sonorous.    

    

"The future is in our hands!"    

    

"God of Earth!"    

    

The Stonemen of the Crimson Rock Tribe cheered loudly.    

    

"God of Earth! God of Earth!"    

    

Looking at the fanatical stone people in front of him, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Fortunately, when he led the soldiers of Inkstone Tribe in the past, he did not forget much about the ability to raise morale.    

    

He knew very well that it was very difficult to resist the unknown calamity by himself. Only by gathering enough strength could he fight for a way out of that calamity.    

    

He also fought for God of Earth's way out.    

    

He knew that his idea was to desecrate a true deity worthy of respect. After all, the power of the black mark originated from God of Earth's selflessness. But he did not have any intention of changing his mind.    

    

If the gods were only monsters with great power, then would he, who possessed the power to rival the gods, have everything he wanted?    

    

He knew that his thoughts were very crazy, but he had already lost too much along the way. He truly did not want to lose anything else.    

    

For this, he would rather sacrifice everything.    

    

Everything.    

    

Even if he transformed into a monster.    

    

"Too little."    

    

Looking at the fanatical stone golems, he shook his head.    

    

"There are still too few Stone Golems that accept God's power."    

    

"Oracle, you mean..."    

    

Fates raised his head and looked at him with a serious expression.    

    

"Speak, oracle, what should we do? The Redcliff Tribe obeys the Oracle's orders. "    

    

"God of Earth has nurtured everything." He opened his four arms. "Now that the calamity is about to descend, God of Earth has bestowed power upon us. Every stone golem has to accept this power, fight for the world, fight for God of Earth, and fight for their own future! "    

    

"Every single one of them..."    

    

Gates immediately understood what he meant.    

    

"But... the Oracle, there are still some surviving tribes. But they don't believe God of Earth."    

    

"It's okay."    

    

He clenched his four fists.    

    

"They will believe it."