The moment his voice fell, the seawater in the stomach wall violently rolled, and a violent and fierce force surged out of Chen Yangrong's body. From a realm point of view, he was only half a step away from breaking through the peak of the "Klein" realm.
Reaching the human ceiling.
In the crazily churning sea water, the lantern fish's light flickered uncontrollably. Its own level was not high, and at this moment, it was already crumbling under the impact of Chen Yangrong's power.
Feeling this terrifying power fluctuation, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.
"His mind has been completely corroded by that mass of flesh and blood." Lin Qiye glanced at the stomach wall wrapping Chen Yangrong's body, and whispered to Jia Lan, "I can sense an extremely weird and violent divine power, coming from the giant
Beast corpses poured into his body continuously. His current state should have been forcibly pulled up to his current state by the power of the giant beast corpses...
An Qingyu heard from members of the Ancient God Church that the more powerful a god is, the easier it is for his power to affect the agent's character and thoughts. Although Chen Yangrong is not an agent, I think the principle is the same.
.
Under the wash of such huge divine power, his subconscious and thoughts have been completely affected."
"You mean, his current thoughts are actually not his own?" Jialan asked doubtfully.
"Well, if what he just said is true, then after all, he is just an ordinary fisherman who came here by chance. How could he be so bold as to threaten to bring back a god from the pantheon within four days? This
The change in xinxing is so great!
If I guess correctly, the one who really wants to attract the Ke gods to return... is it."
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pointed at the stomach wall above his head.
"This giant beast? What is its relationship with the Cthulhu Mythos?"
"I don't know yet...perhaps it was a creature that once worshiped the Cthulhu Mythology, or maybe...it is a member of the Cthulhu Mythology."
In the crazily surging sea water, the giant beast's stomach wall had swallowed up most of Chen Yangrong's body, leaving only a head and the chest with a long knife exposed.
The fluttering hair surged in the sea water. He raised his old face and looked at the void above his head. The reflection of a blood moon vaguely appeared in his eyes...
He spoke slowly:
"The blood moon is coming again..."
…
fishing village.
The sky was getting dark, and the dim sunset was obscured by thick dark clouds. The night had not yet completely fallen, and the sky and the earth were filled with darkness.
The originally calm sea surface suddenly arose with cold and violent winds. The waves were rolled up tens of meters high and slapped heavily on the shore. The broken water droplets turned into fishy rain and fell on An Qingyu and Chen Gou.
Chen Gou collapsed to the ground, curled up in pain, covered his ears with his hands, and hit the ground with his forehead crazily.
"Stop talking! Stop talking...my head is going to split!"
As if he was unaware of the pain, the force of his forehead hitting the ground became stronger and stronger, and blood dripped down his cheek to the ground, but he still had no intention of stopping, as if he wanted to smash his head open!
An Qingyu frowned tightly, and he grabbed Chen Gou's shoulders to stop his self-mutilation.
"Uncle Chen, what did you hear..."
Before An Qingyu could finish his question, he was stunned on the spot.
I saw Chen Gou's blood-stained face and his eyes as scarlet as blood. He stared blankly at the dim sky above his head. A blood-colored moon was reflected in his pupils, emitting a strange light.
"I heard..." Chen Gou murmured to himself, "'their' voices..."
An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and immediately activated the forbidden ruins. His eyes were filled with a layer of grayness, and he began to quickly analyze Chen Gou's body.
Vaguely, he saw a scarlet thread extending from the sea, split into two, and one of the threads merged into Chen Gou's bloodline, constantly eating away at his spirit and body.
Another ray passes through the boundless sky, extending to nowhere.
"Soul pollution?" The moment An Qingyu saw the thread, his brows furrowed tightly.
He took a deep breath, and his gray eyes stared at the bloody thread seriously, as if he wanted to analyze its existence, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly hurt, as if a sharp thorn had been pierced.
Eyeballs, I couldn't help but close my eyes.
"Ah..." An Qingyu groaned, holding his head with both hands, his expression equally painful.
After dozens of seconds, he regained his composure, opened his eyes with difficulty, and gasped as if he was exhausted.
Just when he was about to analyze the bloody thread, a strange power of pollution passed through his eyes, trying to invade his mind. Fortunately, An Qingyu reacted quickly enough and withdrew his gaze in time, otherwise he might also
Like Chen Gou, he must be contaminated by that strange power.
But he didn't understand why Chen Gou, just an ordinary fisherman, was suddenly involved in such horrific pollution.
An Qingyu looked at Chen Gou who was lying on the ground and roaring in pain, then turned to look at the bloody thread extending from the bottom of the sea, and the second section of thread that split into two and flew to the sky without knowing where to go, as if he had thought of something.
What, the pupils contracted slightly!
"...My wife died of illness a few years ago, and my son left this fishing village a few years ago and went out to make a living..."
"...A few days ago, I went fishing with my father and encountered a storm...I was lucky enough to be caught by other villagers' fishing boats, but my father didn't..."
Chen Gou's two words suddenly echoed in An Qingyu's ears. At this moment, he thought of some possibility.
"Bloodline? This kind of soul pollution has penetrated into the bloodline?" An Qingyu murmured to himself.
If his guess is correct, the blood line extending from the bottom of the sea comes from Chen Gou's father, who is also the real source of this soul pollution.
And this strange soul pollution is affecting his descendants through the bloodline, including Chen Gou who is still in the fishing village, and his grandson, Chen Lu, who left the fishing village early.
The dreams that Chen Gou had in the past two nights were not just dreams. As he said, this was his father conveying some kind of message to them through his bloodline.
The dead, pool of blood, red moon, kneeling down...
An Qingyu seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky. Unexpectedly, a blood-colored moon quietly poked out from the edge of the thick dark clouds.