Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

A chaotic roar echoed in Wei Lang's ears.    

"F * ck you faggot!"    

Du Kang was shaking with anger when he saw the perverted look in the monk's eyes.    

Du Kang had no dislike for faggots. After all, everyone had their own ambitions. No one could say anything to each other. However, this did not mean that he would allow these faggots to be gay on his face. If it did not concern him, he could just let it be. If it was his own business, then it was his own business. Du Kang had no other choice.    

There was nothing he could do. Although he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit, he was still just a spectator. He could not really affect the matters in front of him.    

Therefore, he could only cheer Wei Lang on from the side, hoping that Wei Lang could blow up the head of this demonic monk.    

"Hurry up! Kid! Blow up his head!"    

Du Kang roared furiously from the side.    

"Yes! That's right! Force! Punch! Beat this freak to death."    

Bang!    

Along with Du Kang's furious roar, Wei Lang suddenly punched out with his fist, which had been accumulating strength for a long time.    

However, it was useless.    

Wei Lang's fist collided with the other fist.    

Fist against fist.    

The two fists were unharmed.    

"Young man, you're interesting..."    

The strong monk named Yanfeng smiled.    

"You like to use fists?"    

"You..."    

He saw Yanfeng's white teeth. Wei Lang suddenly had a bad feeling.    

"I also like to use fists. But now..."    

A pair of thick arms stretched out towards Wei Lang.    

"I prefer wrestling."    

Boom!    

"This..."    

Looking at Wei Lang who was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, Du Kang was dumbfounded.    

Although he did not have a general understanding of the combat strength here, Wei Lang's strength was obviously not bad. After all, this kid usually killed bears, tigers, and leopards in the mountains with his bare hands. It was as simple as eating and drinking. Even when facing those super powered beasts called "Magic Beast," he didn't fall into a disadvantageous position. But now... he actually lost? And was even at a disadvantage?    

Furthermore, Du Kang had just seen with his own eyes the bright red mark on Yanfeng's palm.    

Yanfeng was also a contender for the Demon Weapon.    

Feeding sh * t, this was definitely a deliberate act of feeding sh * t.    

Du Kang could tell that the so-called competition for the Magic Tool was definitely an important plot in this book. But what was the deal with placing such an outrageously strong gay monk in this important plot?    

Wei Lang was the main character of this book. Shouldn't the main character fight all the way to destroy everything? Alright. The main character who was popular enough didn't need to destroy everything, but what was the meaning of being destroyed by a gay monk? Why did his opponent just have to be a gay?    

Just by looking at the combat consciousness displayed by the monk, Du Kang was sure that if Wei Lang hadn't learned any fist techniques from him, he would definitely be killed in an instant. As the main character, was he killed in an instant by an enemy, or was he killed in an instant by a gay man... What was the author of this book thinking?    

The Yanfeng in front of him was indeed fighting with Wei Lang, but whether it was when he was punched or not, it didn't matter. "Oh!" "Ah!" The weird sounds and the saltiness in his eyes when he fought with Wei Lang made Du Kang feel like he was about to vomit.    

At this time, the disadvantage of his current situation was completely revealed. If it was just an ordinary book, Du Kang would have just flipped through two pages. But this kind of virtual reality reading method was similar to reading a book in real life. Du Kang could even see Yanfeng's armpit hair clearly.    

Du Kang already wanted to know which bastard wrote this book.    

If he knew, he would beat up that bastard's glasses.    

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"Right! That's right! That's right! "    

In the distant Galaxy, there was a huge monster wearing a yellow robe lying in the ruins of the city. Its eyes were staring at the yellowish page in front of it.    

In order to deal with the carapace monster, which was full of muscles, Hastur had a good understanding of these crazy warriors who only had fighting in their hearts. These martial madmen were determined to fight, and had nothing to do with it. It could be said that they had no weaknesses. However, under Hastur's persistent efforts, he still found a way to fight back.    

That was...    

"Hehehehe! How do you feel!? How do you feel!? "    

In the book, Yanfeng had already twisted Wei Lang's arms and laughed wildly.    

Hastur, who was reading the book, couldn't help but smile.    

He could already imagine what kind of expression this madman Wu, who had turned Wei Lang into a war maniac, would have now.    

He must have eaten sh * t.    

"Just follow the plot obediently and watch the main character 'take everything', alright? You have to disgust me... Hmm? "    

Hastur was stunned for a moment.    

In the book, Wei Lang, who was about to lose to Yanfeng, had actually broken free from the shackles. He even summoned the girl named "Cangfeng," who was already predetermined to be a harem, and directly snatched the sword from the girl's hand.    

It was no longer empty handed. It was sword versus empty hand.    

"It's you again..."    

With just a glance, Hastur understood what the problem was.    

It must be that madman Wu who bought the book was making a move for Wei Lang.    

"You're not done yet, are you?"    

Hastur waved his tentacles angrily.    

That crazy warrior not only turned Wei Lang, who was the main character, into a battle maniac, but also influenced Wei Lang to make Cangfeng so fat. Cangfeng was Wei Lang's most popular harem. There was still a large part of the following plot. If they were to really compare, even Wei Ying, who was his childhood friend, was one step behind.    

However, the most successful character that Hastur had created had actually appeared in front of him in the form of a fat pig.    

"Good, good, good."    

Hastur, who had already been pressured by the full-time line to the point that his scalp felt like it was going to explode, immediately gave up on thinking and started to rub the yellowish paper wantonly.    

"Alright, kid, you asked for it..."    

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"You asked for it."    

At the top of the mountain, Wei Lang, who was holding a long sword with both hands, shouted in a deep voice.    

In front of Wei Lang was an arm that had been neatly chopped off, and there was also a one-armed Yanfeng.    

"If you leave now, I won't kill you."    

Wei Lang raised the longsword in his hand.    

"But if you don't leave..."    

"I asked for it?"    

The pale Yanfeng revealed a smile.    

"Yeah, of course I asked for it... If I didn't find it, how could I have met such a beautiful young man like you?"    

"You... What are you!"    

Wei Lang was just about to lift his sword and step forward when he noticed that Yanfeng's severed arm had actually flown up on its own and was reattached back to the fracture.    

"You can use the Power of the Moon, but can't I use it?"    

With a flash of light, the wound on Yanfeng's arm healed in an instant.    

"Healing ability..."    

Wei Lang's pupils shrank.    

Although healing ability was not an offensive ability, it was undoubtedly the most troublesome ability to deal with Yanfeng.    

"No, no, no, it's not just the healing ability."    

Yanfeng smiled and pointed at his shoulder.    

On his broad shoulder sat a child with blond hair and red pupils.    

"Come, pika. Say hello to everyone."