Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

"Lord... Pu."    

A thin terrestrial species came to Puja's side, who was busy looking at a pile of materials.    

"Master, we really have to disobey..."    

"Don't call me master." Puja shook his head. "Didn't I say it very clearly? We have no choice now. A person with wings died. All the people with wings will not let us go. Even if we go, we will still die. If we don't go, we can at least find a way to save ourselves."    

" But... "    

"[There are no buts.]"    

Putting down the long wooden stick in his hand, Puja turned around to look at the terrestrial species in front of him and sighed.    

"The migration this time will not be as simple as you think. When have those winged people ever treated us as humans? Do you believe me when I suddenly say that I want to send the land? In any case, I don't believe you."    

" If you're too free, go and find out about the migrating tribes and see if they really moved to the fertile land as the winged people said. If that's the case, your legs are on your own. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time. "    

However, I suspect that something has happened to those tribes.    

Puja swallowed this inauspicious guess in the end.    

He waved his hand. Puja indicated to the terrestrial species not to disturb him for the time being.    

With the help of the remaining power of the Molten Shield, Puja did not have much of a reaction when he recruited his own kind. There were even some terrestrial species that spontaneously started to help Puja maintain the most basic order. But when he saw that his people had quickly recovered their stability, Puja did not know whether he should be happy or sad.    

The reason why his kin were able to stabilize quickly was not because of their high quality. It was because they were used to being slaves.    

Puja had also tried to tell them that there was a different way to live. They did not need clothes to cover their stomachs, nor did they need to be slaves to anyone. Those people with wings were not scary. They could live a better life with their own hands. However, no matter how Puja tried to persuade them, it did not work.    

Puja's family respected him and listened to him, but that was only because he had the power to kill the people with wings. As for what he said... No one wanted to listen to him, and no one dared to listen to him.    

The terrestrial species regarded Puja as their new slave owner.    

After kneeling for so long, they had long forgotten how to stand up.    

Puja did not know what to choose. The wisdom he had accumulated since he was young reminded him that he only needed to leave this place. He had embarked on another path. A wonderful life was waiting for him, there was no need to risk his life to become enemies with those winged people. The Molten Shield was indeed useful, but how many times could it be used by someone like him who didn't understand runes?    

However, Puja still couldn't leave.    

Puja didn't have any worries about the country or the people, nor did he have any ambition to care about the world. He simply did not want his people from his hometown to die because of him. Or rather, what he had provoked was that he had to shoulder it himself.    

This storm had started because of him, and it should have ended because of him.    

He didn't want to continue being a slave.    

During the time he had spent with the Six Legged terrestrial species, he had learned a lot. Language, culture, knowledge, and all kinds of secrets between the Galaxy. Those Six Legged terrestrial species had never rejected his request for knowledge, and this was the first time he opened his eyes and saw this world.    

But compared to these, Puja felt that he had learned something even more important.    

That was another way to live.    

It was a life that was completely different from a slave's.    

He wanted to live like he wanted.    

Puja tied a thin rope to the ends of the long wooden stick. He looked at the tight and curved wooden stick in his hand and took out a long and thin wooden stick and put it on.    

He had heard from the Six Legged terrestrial species that this was a weapon called "Bow." It was very suitable for him. This kind of race with a pair of hands could use it.    

He pulled the bow open.    

"Tap!"    

The bowstring made a sound, and the thin wooden stick that was used as an arrow flew out like a bolt of lightning. However, after flying more than ten steps, it powerlessly fell to the ground.    

Puja was somewhat helpless, but also somewhat gratified. Although crude bows and arrows could not harm the people with wings, at least their thinking was correct. With this method, the arrows could be shot out.    

As long as the idea was correct, all that was left was improvement. As for how to improve it... this was not too difficult for the current Puja.    

He had learned a lot from those Six Legged terrestrial species.    

He only needed a little time to complete the improvement. He could even let these vassals around him have the strength to protect themselves.    

Putting down the longbow in his hand, Puja was filled with determination towards the future.    

But the revenge of those Wings citizens was much faster than he imagined.    

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Tewa territory, Floating City.    

In the lord's palace, two youths were trembling under Archduke Tepisan's furious roar. Facing that increasingly terrifying figure, even breathing had become a luxury.    

"Not enough! Completely not enough!"    

Archduke Tepisan flapped his wings and roared furiously.    

"Not enough slaves! The number is not right! Why are there so many fewer slaves! "    

"Father, father."    

Looking at the pair of wings in front of him that were as sharp as blades, the eldest son, langbin Sais, swallowed his saliva with difficulty.    

"The summoning order has been issued. Most of the slaves have already come. Perhaps those who are further away are still on the way..."    

"They are still on their way!"    

Archduke Tepisan stared at Pukasan's eyes.    

"You mean they are still on their way?"    

"Father, this kind of thing..."    

Boom!    

The giant wings slammed down, and Robinson was smashed to the ground.    

"Pukasan..."    

Archduke Tepisan shifted his gaze to his second son.    

"Tell me, how many people are still on land?"    

"Father, father..."    

Facing the overwhelming murderous aura, Pukasan almost collapsed to the ground.    

"Yes, there is a slave of Bataba! There is also a slave of Canon! There's also Basque's slaves! And, there's also Neribelon's!"    

" Mm... "    

The slaves in these places actually dared to defy orders... then they don't need to live anymore.    

Secretly memorizing the names of those places, Archduke Tepisan took a deep breath, stretched out his huge wings, and flew out of Floating City.    

He was in no mood to wait any longer.    

Seeing the pair of huge wings flying across the sky, the soldiers with wings all jumped up and followed their lord out of Floating City. Although their lord obviously didn't need their help in the battle, this was their responsibility as guards.    

Archduke Tepisan, who was flying in the sky, had no interest in what his subordinates were thinking. In fact, in his eyes, these subordinates were long gone.    

He only knew that he was starting to get hungry again.