These two alien gods went into the depths of filth and filled their bellies on the way with their relatives who had nothing to do.

The terrible races that humans on Earth fear are like ants in front of aliens. They are toyed with at will, and they can't even resist.

When the two enter the hall, the most terrifying scene in the multiverse comes into view

In the center of the cave there were countless square tables, and on the stools sat not a man, but a monster, an old god, whose song was sung by aliens in the sky.

"God of Worms", "God of Bugs", "God of Toads", "Father of Serpents", "Father of Serpents", "Terror of the Lake", "Kruger", "God of Spiders", "Atlas", "Cold Death", "Terror of the Mountain", ......

On the throne, there are two former masters.

- Cthulhu in The Sleeper and The Yellow King.

They shrunk down to their original size and reveled in this relatively spacious cavern, gobbling up the neatly arranged offerings on the table—human or otherwise.

The feast of the gods is a nightmare for the lower beings, some of whom are swallowed whole, still remaining conscious when they are disintegrated. Some are torn to shreds and cooked as delicately as a plate.

Where to make the devil scared - Carnival of Ghosts!

"I hate them, and they won't change their barbarism for another 10,000 years." Seeing the miasma scene, King Iago Nak stuck his long head out of her mouth with two hands, like disgust.

"Quiet—Quiet, His Majesty Cthulhu seems to be talking......"

Basaltan stretched out his crab claws, shoved King Nacho into a corner of the feast, and stood beside Satogonia.

The fat toad was more at ease than the other old masters, and with the help of his servants, he didn't even move or eat, because his unstable mycelium seemed to be taking the place of food.

"It seems that His Majesty Cthulhu is different from what he used to be." Iago Wanak watched in amazement. "What do you think, Bassard?"

"Shhh In any case, the morphology of our species is never fixed. Your Majesty also likes to act like to be a person, is that true?"

"Hmmm......"

On the high platform, Kuru stood up.

As King Nak of Iago said, she is not the same now as she has ever been. Visually, Cthulhu is the only redeemer in hell, a lily blooming in the dirt.

- Maiden's posture.

The long emerald green hair, delicate face, white stockings and dress, and the coral scepter on his hand were not the slightest difference from in front of Wang Mu.

She tapped her scepter on the floor, muffling the sound below.

"Be quiet, fool! It's not a party for you to eat!"

"What are you doing, talking about family things, you dead octopus is really funny talking-"

The elephant god Shogonar Fagon sneered and said that he had never liked Cthulhu's pretentiousness.

But in the next second, the moment the oracle blurted out, the Coral Scepter flashed through his mind.

"Old scoundrel! At least think about it when your head isn't as big as a walnut! I'm stronger than you, I'm the host of this banquet!!"

When the last few words were finished, Charlus was almost ranting, and it seemed that even the "sleeper" had done a lot to unite the recalcitrant man.

The elephant's mouth twitched, and finally the coral-mallet from his head was pulled out and thrown to Cthullu in agreement.

"First of all, gobhutin, welcome to the party."

Cthulhu's pale golden pupils glanced at the presence of the gods, and there was a hint of menace in his tone.

Because of the example, this time there was not a single former ruler touched the evil head, and everyone silently agreed with her and listened quietly.

"The purpose of this meeting is to give birth to a life that has been called for thousands of years."

Kesu waved his scepter, and the image of Wang Mu appeared on the huge rock.

"Who's calling?"

“… Mankind? Sizzle, it should be delicious. ”

"3.2 Ah, I remember, it was a long time ago, but I remember that it was the covenant that His Majesty Atalus made before he went mad......"

"Long enough......"

Hearing Charus's words, the ancient masters were in an uproar. The evil gods ignore order and worship chaos, and this is fully manifested in them.

As the noise grew louder, Yon, dressed in yellow, seemed impatient and stood coldly next to him.

"Quiet."

The king's half-hearted "reliance on the gods" was no match for Jehovah's majesty. In short, Hesta has set up a storm in the cave that sends shivers down the spine of those who were not as strong as him in the past.

Lord of Deep Space and the Sea of Stars. The room fell silent again, and Kuru glanced at Hastur disapprerovingly.

It was no secret that she did not have a good relationship with her nominal brother, only now that for the sake of her important visitor, she had put aside her prejudices and sat down to talk calmly. But she didn't understand why these damn bastards listened to him more than he did himself, since Hastings wasn't much smarter than he was.

The shape of the pot? Cthulhu couldn't see his white legs.

"Master Cthulhu, all the gods present have heard about these summoners, and I have indeed seen him before."

King Nag stepped forward and said respectfully. But now he must still be growing and has not yet touched the realm of God. Why did you call us so early?"

So many evil souls together, let alone destroy the world. If they were summoned in their true form, they would be enough to wage a war across the multiverse, and now that they are forced to be together for the greater good of 973 mortals, this mortal will be more or less uncomfortable with these proud demons.

When he heard the news, he was deeply saddened by the short-sightedness of his fellow citizens.

"Fool! Because he hasn't grown up yet..."

"Well, Nick told me that it's not very clear about the secret you know."

From the inside of the rock, a pitch-black, inky black cavern suddenly appeared, and from there came a mischievous female voice.

She interrupts Cthulhu's irritation and takes over the duties of hosting the show.

While the gods were guessing who was so brave, a small silver-haired man jumped out of the cave and stood in front of Xulu and Hastur.

She holds her right hand in the shape of scissors and places it next to her green eyes, a pose that is cute for humans but meaningless for demons.

"The chaos that always lurks around you, and so does Nayaratoptiu!" Good evening, everyone!"

Although the shape is strange, the breath of the god does not deceive, and the presence of the god has already nodded.