Nyarlathotep had a fish bone lodged in his throat.
This sounds ridiculous and extremely rude, especially when this Nyarlathotep is still in his true form.
But if there is a hospital for treating alien gods in the Cthulhu mythology system, then they can only explain this symptom as being stuck by a fishbone.
This fishbone is Schiller.
Theoretically speaking, no one can come into contact with the entity of the outer gods. They may not have such a thing at all. According to the theory of American comics, each of them is an infinite universe. This definition is even better than that of OAA.
Class things need to be more abstract, just like you can't hit mathematical formulas.
But then again, mathematical formulas are formulas in mathematics, but if you use this mathematical formula to create something, then this thing has an entity, and you cannot say that it is not a mathematical formula.
The situation of Nyarlathotep is roughly the same. If he does not enter the American comic universe, then he will always be nameless. However, the DC universe does not operate according to this set of rules. All the gods here have certain entities.
, so we can see the famous scene of gods throwing planets at each other.
So if Nyarlathotep wants to exist here, he has to get himself an entity. Lu Xun once said, as long as you have a voice, you will one day be stuck by a fish bone.
Nyarlathotep converted his file form and entered DC, so of course he has the same entity as the abstract god here, and he has been staying below the Wayne Hotel.
But there is absolutely no part in his script where Schiller falls on him.
As the saying goes, every recreational person is a fisherman, but not every DYD likes to eat fish. What many people like is the process of fishing, and Nyarlathotep is no exception.
He has no habit of eating fish, and basically does not take the initiative to kill people, let alone engage in large-scale massacres. At most, he accidentally kills people, which is similar to not walking well when fishing and letting fish hit and kill him.
Today was an anecdote for the ages. A fish flew directly into his mouth, but his huge mouth that could swallow everything failed to chew up such a small fish bone, and it stuck in his throat.
When Nyarlathotep found that he couldn't pull out the fish bone, he knew that something was in trouble.
But when he discovered that after he was stuck by a fishbone and then stuck in this cave, the incident became even more bizarre.
Then he discovered that it was not him who was stuck, but Schiller. Although he didn't know where the huge hole with a diameter of several kilometers trapped Schiller, the current situation was similar to a
A fish pierced the throat and pinned the man to the wall.
Nyarlathotep was nailed by this fish bone.
Guessing that time was almost up, Greed came with gray mist.
How did the Bishop get this body? That's how they got here. Although there is a problem in the hotel, the universe is not blocked, so it is not difficult to get in.
So what did the two of them do here?
The answer is also very simple. Schiller may be unscrupulous, but he is definitely not a quack.
Although a psychiatrist will not remove fish bones, he can comfort you when you are stuck by fish bones, and charges by the hour. Regardless of the cost, the comfort effect will definitely be in place.
Schiller and Huiwu spread a picnic cloth on the edge of the cliff and placed a pile of potato chips, cheese and fruits. Schiller was in a good mood and poured a glass of crazy wine for each of them, and the two of them drank on the edge of the cliff.
Up.
Of course, Naiya was trying various ways to pull out the fishbone, but in fact, if he had a way, he would have pulled it out long ago, and just posing here now is just a joke.
Not long after, a dark figure came up.
"What on earth is going on?" Naiya's incarnation as the Dark Man asked.
"Don't get me wrong, this is not your problem, there is someone else who is unlucky." Schiller said: "If he is in the zombie dungeon, he will definitely meet the tyrant as soon as he goes out. If he is in the shipwreck dungeon, he will only step out of the door.
Step into the mouth of a great white shark.”
"So in your dungeon, what could be more unlucky than falling directly on you? Of course, it would not only fall on you, but also get stuck with you. If you can't overcome his bad luck, it's best to
Choose to accept.”
Naia was speechless for a moment, and she didn't know if he couldn't accept such a ridiculous statement.
But he is worthy of being an alien god. He has seen too many absurd things in this world, so he could only say: "Can I understand that he is carrying a curse? A curse that I cannot lift?"
"This is not a curse." Schiller said: "This is a great blessing. No one else can ask for it. Isn't this nailed here for you?"
"What do you want?" Naiya seems to be more familiar with the process than Schiller. In other words, he is the one among the outer gods who is closest to the devil recognized by humans. In addition to being evil, he is also very cunning. He will quickly negotiate terms if he is just short of a move.
Give yourself an advantage.
"There's no hurry," Schiller said.
Gray fog had eaten and drank enough, and soon drifted out. I don't know why he went there. Anyway, after a while, everyone was there.
Cobot, Jerome, Jerome, Gordon, and a confused Peter holding a basin of psychedelic liquid.
Gray fog signaled them to place the metals on the ground. Soon, the five metals were placed in complete order. With a flash of light, a passage was opened.
A figure appeared in the dark passage.
Seeing this man approaching, Schiller greeted him enthusiastically, and said, arm-in-arm: "Hey, you are laughing so hard, aren't you talking about writing in seclusion? Why are you here?"
"It's not that I'm telling you that you can't work behind closed doors. I recently came across a good script. The person who wrote this script has a great background. But for a famous screenwriter in the universe, in our line of work, although talent is important, connections are also important.
It’s indispensable. If you don’t know the great director, no matter how good the script you write, it won’t be effective!”
"Come on, let me introduce you. The man in the pit is called Nyarlathotep. You may have heard Barbatos say that this man is known as the God of Thousand Faces and the Lord of Conspiracy in the Universe. It is said that there is no
There are no people he can’t deceive, and there’s no conspiracy he can’t direct.”
"He wrote "The God of Many Faces" and "The Walking Chaos" which were very popular in the universe. Today he has written another big play. I watched the whole process. It was quite exciting. Maybe I can adapt it with you.
Compete with "Star Core Rescue"."
"Oh, by the way, the release dates of these two films coincide with each other. This is a rare fate. I will have a drink with you two!"
Kuangxiao also walked to the edge of the cliff half-heartedly. He also wanted to see what the background of this guy who dared to call himself the master of conspiracy in the universe was.
As a result, as soon as he got a little closer to the cliff, Schiller kicked him down.
The moment Crazy Laughter came into contact with Nyarlathotep's body, Nyarlathotep exploded.
It's not an exaggeration, it just exploded on the spot. All the masked goddesses scattered flowers and sprayed out directly from the huge cave, along with the entire hotel above.
Everyone standing on the edge of the cliff stared dumbly at the big hole above their heads. What was even more outrageous was that this huge torrent broke through the thick dark clouds, and a beam of light shone on the dark city.
Peter looked at the sudden rain of masks, took two steps back, stood in front of Schiller and murmured to himself: "No wonder..."
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you see the photo I sent you?"
Schiller really didn't look at it, because their accounts were not universal. At this time, the fog came down and Suoship was fished out, and Suoship forwarded the information to Schiller.
Only then did Schiller see that the place where Peter took the photo was a park not far from the hotel, and the Gotham in his photo was sunny. What was even more outrageous was that there was a huge statue placed in the center of the park square. The statue
What is depicted is neither Batman nor an owl, but an aggregation of a thousand masks.
Under the sculpture is written "The Great God of Many Faces—The Great Savior of Gotham, Our Eternally Beloved Lord."
"What's going on??!!!!"
Another voice came from the bottom of the cave. Schiller lowered his head and saw, isn't this little Bruce? No wonder he wanted to send a distress signal, but was directly caught by Naija's body. Is that okay?
Little Bruce took a step out, but then retracted. He didn't dare to stand in the sunlight. He first stretched out a tentacle to poke it, and then retracted it with a whoosh.
The gray mist flew out with a few people, and he discovered that because the torrent sprayed too high before, all the masks were now falling down, as if a rain of masks had fallen.
What's even more bizarre is that all the buildings touched by the mask have lost a layer of black and gray, and the buildings that have been infected by the power of darkness for many years have returned to their original appearance. It seems that this secondary dark power is still not as good as Naija's true body.
Where the mask is, the sky becomes blue, the water becomes clear, the trees become taller, the flowers become brighter, and even the lawn is no longer bald.
Even the people of Gotham began to pray.
"You can't play with the power of the evil god now." Jerome sneered and said to Bruce: "I'm going to rebuild Gotham Cathedral and build a statue of my Lord Nyarlathotep, will you go?
"
Little Bruce looked terribly ugly.
Jerome laughed maniacally and left.
"Don't listen to him, he's just a lunatic." Jerome came to Little Bruce and said, "I hate this sunshine too, let's go back together."
Little Bruce walked away in disgust.
In Schiller's thinking tower, Arrogance and Superego stood in front of the railing of the patio, and Arrogance asked: "Do you think he went to find that person again?"
"I'm afraid so. Greed is the kind of person who will never give up until someone else owes him a favor."
"In that case, we were not at a loss back then." Arrogance nodded.
"Are you serious?" The superego looked at Arrogance and said, "Okay, I know you favor him, but he made us and those agents live in vain for several years, and he also deleted his memory. This is the worst thing.
This will not be tolerated."
"It's all over." Arrogant said: "How do you think he will pluck Naia's wool?"
"Isn't it enough that he was immediately dismissed?"
Arrogance shook his head and said with a smile: "As you said, he is the kind of person who will never stop until he cuts off other people's hair."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tower was opened, and Schiller walked in with the black manager with an ugly face.
"From now on, you will be Nyarlathotep's ambassador to Schiller. Although you are known as the God of Thousand Faces, I am not bad at all. Come on, let's visit the headquarters first..."
"This is the head office, and various branches are being built outside. You can first look at the categories of subsidiaries, and then decide which one you want to join..."
"Oh, yes, there is another colleague of yours here. You are known as the God of Thousand Faces, and the one over there is known as the God of Moon Phases. Come, Kong Su, meet your new colleague..."
The superego upstairs covered his face and said: "I just said that he has a collection addiction to such diverse characters..."
"I advocate the free development of love." Arrogant said.
"But you can't bring everything into the tower!" The superego raised his voice, and then he said as if he suddenly remembered something: "How could I forget that you also have Batman's collecting habit!"
"I didn't." Arrogance turned and walked towards the room.
"Then don't let them send letters here."
"Then just wait for them to tell you in person."
The superego took a long sigh and whispered: "When will I become a real empty nester?"