Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

The huge and ugly Deep One held onto a stone pillar as it stared blankly at the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers in front of it.    

"Un, a new world."    

The Six Legged Beast that was covered in armor nodded its head.    

"But there are no intelligent races here. Dagon, you can ask some of your clansmen to help you manage it." Du Kang scratched his head. "It might be a little troublesome if you don't have enough water, but you can ask the octopus head to make a sea for you. Don't worry, he will agree. "    

"No need to trouble the gods."    

Dagon bent over, grabbed a handful of soil, and put it in front of his face, smelling the fragrance that was full of life force.    

"It's enough... it's enough."    

Taking a breath, Dagon calmed his agitated emotions.    

"It's enough. Dark Spawn won't ask for more."    

"Uh... whatever you want." Du Kang waved his hand and looked at Dagon. "But to be honest, you do not have to fight with the people of the fire. If you fight again, it will be very difficult for octopus head and I to do it. Do you understand what I'm saying?"    

" I also know... "Dagon smiled bitterly." But this is not something that I can control. Civilization has taken root and germinated. It will find the most suitable thing for itself. I can only guarantee that when I am around, I will try my best to avoid fighting an overly strong opponent. But if one day Dark Spawn's civilization abandoned me... That's something that I can't control."    

"Is that so..." Du Kang pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it. You just need to pay attention to yourself. I will talk to the people who are angry."    

Du Kang did not know much about politics. He had never gotten involved in any of these affairs that involved the lives of countless people. Because he knew that with his intelligence, he did not have the ability to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. However, regarding the matter between the prawn man and the Deep One... it was better not to fight if he could.    

Du Kang didn't want to have another fight with Cthulhu.    

"Dark Spawn thanks Flame Lord for his generosity from top to bottom." Dagon bowed slightly to Du Kang. "Your kindness will be remembered by Dark Spawn."    

"What kindness?" Du Kang waved his limbs and said, "Don't talk nonsense."    

Du Kang knew very well that he was not a person who was easy to talk to. If it were not for the moral constraints in his memories, he would have jumped more happily than anyone else.    

However, Du Kang also knew that simply following instinct was not a good thing.    

"You are welcome." Dagon shook his head. "Your mind..."    

"Dagon, come here for a moment."    

The ugly giant with tentacles on its face waved at Dagon.    

"Don't be too polite. We have known each other for so long. Come, let me tell you something about the new world."    

[Just listen quietly, don't tell anyone.]    

Dagon felt the message coming from his heart. He looked at Nyarlathotep in disbelief, but found that Nyarlathotep nodded at him.    

"I will follow your instructions."    

He bowed to Nyarlathotep.    

Dagon knew very well what kind of ability this expert with unknown origins had. Since the other party had said not to tell anyone, he would definitely not tell anyone.    

He did not dare to use the lives of all Dark Spawn to be willful.    

"Good." Nyarlathotep patted Dagon's shoulder in satisfaction. "This was originally a wild planet. We brought life and prosperity to this place."    

There are some silicon-based lives here. Ask your people to be careful.    

What?    

Dagon looked up in shock and found Nyarlathotep waving the giant tentacle on his face.    

"I, Cthulhu, and the carapace monster have placed some food ingredients into this place." Nyarlathotep pointed at the turtles that crawled out of the lake not far away, "Ask the people of the sea to help manage these things. Of course, you can also eat some of them, as long as they are not extinct."    

I suspect that those silicon-based life forms might have been modified into carbon-based life forms. Your mission is to let your people of the sea kill all the creatures that have developed civilization on this planet.    

This order...    

Dagon couldn't help but glance at Du Kang.    

He knew about Flame Lord's mental cleanliness fetishes. Although they were very comfortable with each other, it was also because of this that Flame Lord had a fight with Dark Spawn. Although he had carried on that inexplicable "benevolence and righteousness," Flame Lord only used the Gravity Well and did not kill, but Dagon did not want to become enemies with that Flame Lord again.    

Dark Spawn couldn't afford to let that person do whatever he wanted.    

"As for the survival of the people in the sea, carapace monster and Cthulhu will create a good living environment for you. This is not generosity. It's what you deserve."    

[This matter is hard to explain. That carapace monster has been in a very unstable state recently. I think we might have been tricked by some existence. So this time, you will be the one to deal with this matter.]    

[What?]    

Dagon suppressed his doubts in his heart.    

To be able to plot against an existence at the level of the Thousand Faced God... who could it be?    

"In short, the management of this planet will be left to you. I believe in the abilities of the people of the sea."    

Nyarlathotep patted Dagon's shoulder and encouraged him.    

Don't be lazy. If the three of us fall, you and your people will all die.    

Feeling the palm on his shoulder, Dagon felt a chill run down his spine.    

A battle of this level. Why did Dark Spawn get involved in it?    

"Thank you for your encouragement."    

Dagon bowed deeply to Nyarlathotep.    

Please...    

Let us go.    

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"Samuel of the Molten Rock Tribe!"    

He tightly gripped the giant hand of the stone man in front of him,    

"I've long heard of your great name! It's great to be able to see you!"    

"Mm?" Samuel shook hands with him, somewhat puzzled. "Who are you? Why does it look a little..."    

"I am a lost traveler."    

He looked into Samuel's eyes.    

"I have come to awaken you ignorant golems"    

Awakening... ignorance?    

Looking at the body in front of him that wasn't made of stone, samuel immediately understood the other party's intentions. He raised his hand and punched.    

But... he didn't hit it.    

Samuel's fist, which had always been successful, was firmly grabbed by a large hand.    

"The leader of the Molten Rock Tribe is just as the rumors say, his temper is really explosive."    

He smiled.    

"Lord Samur, why don't you take a look at what happened to you?"    

"You..."    

Samuel struggled with all his might, but he found that there was something wrong with his arm.    

His strength was much greater than before.    

This is...    

Samuel looks at his own fist that was caught.    

The fist was no longer hard, but strangely soft.    

But it was full of strength.    

What... was this?    

Samuel stood rooted to the spot.    

"This is a gift from God of Earth."    

He waved at the Stonemen of the Crimson Rock Tribe hiding behind the "host."    

When the impatient Crimson Stonemen saw his order, they all stood up and rushed towards the residence of the Molten Rock Tribe.    

"I am here to bring you power."    

He smiled at Samuel, who was still rooted to the ground.    

"From now on, we're a family."