The next Great Old One, Yig.

It looks like a huge new green ancient snake about 1,400 feet tall, with a crown similar to that of a cobra king, and wings similar to those of a bat on its back.

The father of all snakes, bad medicine.

In addition, he is also the transcendent among the few remaining lower-level Old Dominators except for the sons and daughters of Cthulhu!

"Stop it, King in Yellow! Your singing is giving us a headache! It's bothering us!"

Ig, who now looks like a snake-headed monster, has once again transformed into a huge snake father.

He stared at the trash poet who was drunk and singing at the top of the mountain with his blood-red eyes that exuded golden light!

"Yes! I have never heard of such artless art!"

"Even the nursery rhymes of human children are more interesting than this!"

"You are not even as good as those artists in the ant society! Even the deep divers have more artistic talent than you!"

With the opening of the Father of Snakes.

The easy-to-shoot leader was born.

Then the next flock of birds, that is, the remaining old rulers who dared to be angry but dare not speak out, finally couldn't help it anymore!

They all issued deafening soul words, standing in the planet's atmosphere and accusing Hastur!

"Oh! Adoyle! My brother! How are you!"

This time.

A sudden cry attracted the attention of many old rulers.

A lot of eyes with crazy murmurs looked towards the swampy area.

I saw Asamost, the old ruler of the tentacle monster, and his friend Natzador, the founder of the dinosaur civilization, holding a strange man covered in mud with frightened faces.

Either there were bandages or tentacles on his face, showing just the right amount of confusion and just the right amount of panic in his expression and tone.

And the strange man they were holding, who looked like black mud, had a humanoid form at the moment.

Although the lower body is still in the shape of mud, the upper body has the shape of a somewhat abnormal-looking man.

It's just that the man's eyes are now close to the tip of his nose, and his face has some abnormal flushing color.

The tongue sticks out high like a snake and is pulled down on the Adam's apple of the neck.

The old rulers who saw this scene fell silent.

Even those old rulers who drank too much and were so drunk that they could hardly tell the difference between east, west, north and west were rarely able to speak.

This man's name is Adoyle.

A young inferior old ruler who was born approximately 200 million years ago.

His name is "the masochist", "the dirt that loves abuse" and "the filthy depraved body".

You can clearly tell just by looking at the name!

This guy is the ultimate masochist among the Old Ones!

God in m!

"What happened to him?!"

At this time, Xuanjun emerged from a volcano full of lava.

Pretending to be a person who has just entered this world and was born is not long enough.

A new Old One who doesn't quite understand the special nature of these Old Ones.

"I don't know! I only know that he was very intoxicated just now listening to the poems of Hastur, the King in Yellow, and then his face was full of excitement and his whole body was shaking, and he became like this in a few seconds!"

Natzaldo shook Adoyle crazily with his bandaged Aeolian pterosaur wings.

I want to shake this unfamiliar guy awake.

"Oh! My friend, how could you become like this!"

The tone contained one-third kindness, one-tenth favorability, one-fifth confusion, and the rest was all 99 points of gloating!

He looks like an Oscar-winning Best Actor from the world of the Old Ones!

Silent, really silent.

The entire planet that was originally noisy suddenly became quiet.

Only the noisy wind was left, carrying the crazy murmurs of too many old rulers who merged with each other.

"Ha! Perhaps our friend appreciates Hastur's art too much?"

The Lord of the Ice Flame Circle, Yafum Za, also got tired of beating Itakua later on.

Actively jump out and attract hatred without fear.

At the same time, he looked at Hastur, the Lord in Yellow, who was also at a loss on the top of the mountain with a mocking face and said:

"Lord of the Deep Sea and Starry Sky, take a look! Your art is not worthless."

Then he exuded the mocking aura of blue flames:

"At least for the abused, it is simply the sound of nature! It is a death song that can torture an old ruler until he faints!"

"In my opinion, I am afraid that just your poems and your singing can independently give birth to the incarnation of a lower old ruler!"

Yafum Zha looked at the Lord in Yellow, who was blowing the howling wind alone on the top of the Himalayas, and looked at the other person silently.

Suddenly, the energy in my heart was so strong! I continued to spray venom wantonly from my mouth:

"I've even given your avatar a name!"

"How about calling the fallen loser a wail that destroys all things!"

Yafum Zha held up the wine in his hand that clearly contained the medicinal ingredients of the iceworms, his ancestral race, who believed in him, and spoke in the language of the soul that could correspond to the entire world.

And after hearing these words, the Lord in Yellow, who was ridiculed to the extreme, finally couldn't bear it anymore!

"Yafum Zha! You are looking for death!"

Hastur jumped directly from the edge of the Himalayas.

At the same time, the appearance of a down-and-out scholar-poet changed rapidly.

The original ragged yellow robe returned to his body, and tentacles stained with the chaotic color of the starry sky appeared beside him!

A chaotic-colored octopus tentacle shrouded in yellow clothes quickly attacked Yafom Za's position!

"Oh! Don't you want your cousin to come over and join the banquet?"

Yafum Zhafen's whole body also changed from the appearance of that black hip-hop youth into a big ball of blue flames like a natural gas stove!

By scattering, he easily dodged the thunderous strike of Hastur, the King in Yellow!

And the King in Yellow's move didn't completely fail either.

"Crack!"

The shadow of the chaotic-colored octopus tentacles exuding the light of stars directly and viciously hit a chest made of purple crystals!

Xuanjun stretched out his hand expressionlessly, flicked the white bathrobe that was torn on the chest, changed his position and soaked in the lava, looking at the two people in the sky who were preparing to fight.

However, it was obvious that Hastur, who heard Yafom Zah saying to be careful about waking up Cthulhu, hesitated.

No one wants to get involved with that shit-stirring cousin!
Chapter completed!