You're kidding? Can this anti-hero thing move? In addition to this, if Guildreis added a flying charm to it, the king's stomach will most likely be filled with tentacles, like the child killed by the baron.

“------!”

There was a strange sound, and as soon as the title page was opened, a purple magical mist erupted, turning into a foul smell.

Although Guildres is angry at the cunning of the magician in front of him, the spell cannot be broken. He went to read another book written by Wang Mu, picked up the pen next to him, and wrote little by little.

This is no ordinary handwriting.

The caster's fingertips are spells etched by the caster's own magic. The bright red color is as brilliant as blood, but there is also a looming shadow that one has to study.

It's weird.

Wang Mu did not rush forward, but drove behind Guildres.

The sorcerer was not describing an Italian translation by François Plasetti, but something even stranger, with his distorted expression giving the king a sense of distress in both body and soul, and even a hint of the sea and musty.

"What are you writing about?"

Wang Mu narrowed his eyes and stared dangerously at Gilderes, he was so angry that he was about to make a move.

“… Isn't this the knowledge in the 'Snail's Lost City'?"

"Hey~"

Hearing Wang Mu's question, Gilderes stopped writing and turned to look at him with wild and vicious eyes.

"Don't you really want it?" That's up to you! Well, this is not just an "annihilation script", but the original Larriel text. Although I don't understand these words, in life I will write them all down, every single stroke!!"

“!!!?”

Wang Mu's face turned pale, and he knocked the madman to the ground with a punch, ignoring the unfinished book, and held up the book of the fake minister

"This is the caster of spells. Kill yourself. ”

"It's too late!!"

Guildres rushed to the book, using his own blood as the final symbol of the ominous book.

Prosperity!

The magic in the air was vibrating, as if there was an eternal being, opening its eyes and looking at the world, and even a suppressive force could not stop the sight.

"Haha, that's what you want......"

Gilderis Zoey is passionate and laughing. "When I was alive, even when I was put to death, I did not dare to write the incantation on the manuscript. It's scarier than death!" He turned his angry eyes to Wang Mu.

"Our sad hopes!! It's done! My Joan of Arc, she has risen from this war!!"

"But!! He shouted frantically as he chanted the incantation, plunging his palm into his heart. "Despicable and abominable! Not only killed my dragon master, but also trampled on my only wish! I curse you! Curse you with this "Larirven" to sleep forever in Kturhu!!"

Gradually, Custer, who had lost his owner, slowly sank in the face of the bear's fatal injury, and finally turned into fluorescent and dissipated in the air.

It also marks the exit of the first defeated hero of the Holy Grail War.

"Master!"

At this time, the door of the room was slammed open, and Di Ludo's anxious expression appeared in Wang Mu's sight.

"Are you alright?" I feel the magic of the servant......"

Then he was speechless.

The room was filled with the smell of water and blood, and there was a mutilated body of a young man on the floor.

"It's ...... He watched in disbelief.

"Nothing. The caster's master and the caster himself were just wiped out by me. ”

Wang Mu calmed down and gave another order.

"Lancer, if nothing goes wrong, you can come here. This is no longer useful.

"But ......"

"You don't know me!

It is rare that Wang Mu's words have a hint of anger in them, this is the first time he has given birth to a baby Ling.

"Yes!"

Hearing Master's voice, Drumudo hurriedly knelt down to pay respect.

"Under your command!

After driving Lancer away, the king returned to the couch with his chin in his hands.

He didn't care about the caster, who was afraid to make a timid person's heart beat faster to death, but cautiously looked at the book that had begun to glow green.

Wang Mu knew it was time to make a choice.

Is it to ignore the ban and plan little by little according to the trajectory of the original Holy Grail, and finally win?

Or open the ancient book of unknown dangers and explore the secrets of ancient times?

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Mu handed over the silence to the Golden Rooster Book.

I've been walking a tightrope for a long time. I wouldn't be a master if I didn't take risks. If I didn't take risks, I wouldn't have the knowledge of great magicians.

Without danger, there can be no achievement.

Let go of your fears and look straight ahead. Fear brings aging, fear brings death! With a fierce gaze in his eyes, Wang Mu suddenly put his palm on the "Laraya Original Canon", ready to use his divine power to read this symbol.

Accidents happen.

When Wang Mu's fingers touch the paper, it is like a mixture of lime and water. The Queen Mother's own magic reacted with the magic left behind on the "Ralaire Source", and the huge flow of information broke through the barrier of will and rushed into his brain like a rushing river.

Wang Mu felt that his consciousness was like an old tape, full of messy tones. He wanted to let go of the hand that had touched the book, but the paper turned green and wrapped around Wang Mu's right hand and neck like a poisonous snake.

The mind becomes blurred, and the soul begins to clear.

In the darkness, Wang Mu heard the hymns sung by the family of evil gods, and under this sacred and profane song, he felt himself dissolved, sunken, distorted, and pulled out of reality by all the power.

This is the power of evil.

Even the will of the stars had to succumb to the evils that had existed since the dawn of the multiverse, flattering them and praying for escape from destruction.

In that strange chapter, Wang Mu traveled through time and space, through cause and effect, and reached the realm of great existence.

It's a wonderful feeling, as if 10,000 years have passed, but it all seems to happen in an instant.

When he woke up again, he saw ominous blue-green water.

- The sea.

"It's ......"

Wang Mu was very confused and thought of Shen. He tries to grab something to balance his body, but when he floats in the sea, he has no choice but to grab a handful of seawater.

Why can I breathe in the sea......

He took a deep breath, or rather water, and noticed that he didn't feel a lack of oxygen in his lungs, but felt the ease of breathing in his mother's amniotic fluid.

"Warning! You have entered the kingdom of the true God, please leave at once!"

"Warning! You have entered the kingdom of the true God, please leave at once!"

"Warning! You've ......"

Familiar and nostalgic notes appeared again, the mechanical voice was eager and anxious, and the bright red bullet frame kept jumping out of Wang Mu's eyes like free money.

"The Kingdom ...... of the True God"

Gradually waking up, Wang Mu wanted to touch the ammunition box as usual to learn more about the situation. But his hand was bounced back by a faint bolt of lightning, and not only that, but his fingers were scratched, and blood spread down the water.

This was the artifact's warning to him.

More than anyone, I am worried about Wang Mu's legacy. I began to get really worried, constantly reminding Wang Mu with subtle lightning, but what I was worried about was that the "rules" could not speak for themselves.

"Is this the Abyss City?"

Wang Mu is not a fool. He spent half a year with her. Of course, he was able to understand the meaning of inheriting artifacts.

He rolled over and stared at the bottom of the sea.

Then he saw so much that it made his scalp tingle.

In the dark depths of the sea, countless bright and jet-black golden eyes stared at him. There used to be 10,000 pairs of eyes, and they were still approaching him.

It's like in the mouth of some kind of monster.

Wang Mu's soul kept warning him and forced him to turn away, but the intense fear bit his nerves like maggots on his tarsal bones, making him unable to move.

It wasn't until those eyes were closed that Wang Mu really saw the appearance of those existences

The creature's body is grayish-green, although its belly is white. Most of the body is shiny and smooth, but the back has a high ridge with scales.

It has vague human features, but its head is fish-shaped, with huge, bulging eyeballs that never close. His neck was flanked by trembling gills and webbed hands and feet. Some fins swim freely in the sea, some use only hind legs, and some use limbs.

- Deep diving

Followers and relatives of the god of rest, Crusoe.

Just as the king was about to flee for his life, a larger diver came up to him and, after performing a strange ritual, spoke human language in his hoarse, high-pitched guttural voice.

Don't be dismayed. We have come to bring you into Darachel according to the will of God the Father, Dagon. ”

Hearing the familiar human language, Wang was relieved, and his fear was alleviated.

After all, if a monster can communicate, then there is nothing to be afraid of it. At best, it's a monster.

"This ...... Oh Mr. Deepwater Diver, I don't know who the caller is, but something must have gone wrong.

Wang Mu smiled and pointed to the green line on his right arm.

"I'm just a magician who studies the mysteries of Cturus. The shelter for those who go to sleep is not what I expected..."

"God can't be wrong!

Wang Mu's words were interrupted by a sharp voice. The deepdiver appeared to be insulted. The gills on both sides were blistered, indicating his anger.

"Uh, sorry."

In the face of such crazy believers, Wang Mu was very clever to contain Zuba.

Now that you're on someone else's turf, you'd better keep your mouth shut. Wang μ thoughts.

"Forgive my rudeness, great caller, it's been a long time since we've spoken to humans." A deep-water diver organizes words with his fish mouth.

"We are always ignorant and ignorant before God, which makes it impossible for us to guess what our God thinks, but it does foresee your coming and command us to bring you to the holy city of Lalayya."

With that, the gathered divers headed for the deep sea.

"Let's go, Great Summoner." On the road? How to get on the road?

Although Wang Mu knew that the other party did not mean that, he still heard the unspeakable evil in this sentence.

It's also the nature of deep-sea divers who are trapped in the deep sea, where even time is meaningless. Their haughty lives are filled with icy beauty, their cruelty is incredible, and their lives are immortal. As servants of Cthulhu, they do not die of old age, nor do they die without outside influence.

The thing is, I can't swim......

After the diver finished speaking, Wang Mu looked embarrassed and stood motionless.

After a while, as if he saw something, the leader of the deep-water diving team said a language that Wang Mu didn't understand, and then greeted a figure of the smiling female deep-water diving team, Shen. Hold the balance in your right hand.

"Please hold my hand and let me hold you."

Hearing this, Wang Mu drew the corners of his mouth, whether his heart was resisting in every possible way, or his hand had been replaced with the "claws" of the fish.

Following Cheng Qun's deep-water divers, Wang Mu shuttled through the sea.

This is the deep sea.

Whether it's strangely shaped corals or a variety of vicious fish that can't be named, you can see them everywhere, and even when crossing deep-sea trenches, you can swim a giant sperm whale head-on.

However, the guys could have flaunted their bravery on their own chassis, and when they met a group of deep-sea divers in the group, they all happened to give way to each other, as if there was something terrible about them, which made these ferocious fish not come closer.

"Is this an intensive care unit?"

Wang Mu casually asked the deep-water diver who was pulling him forward.

"We believe in the Great Sleeper, so we are the nobles of the deep sea, and the ordinary sea creatures are the subjects of the rule." Jiao Xiao dived deep into Wang Mu's question and explained in a cold tone.

"Callers, we're almost there."

After bypassing the Grey Reef, the "City of the Deep Valley", the holy city of its former rulers, finally reveals its true colors.

Towering stone pillars and cracked walls are clearly visible in this city ruled by the "god of rest", which is carved with traces of time and the erosion of the sea. The buildings in the shadows are dripping with thick green mud everywhere, hinting at hidden horrors. There are hieroglyphs on every wall, on every pillar. From the depths of the earth, from an unknown direction, a voice that cannot be called a sound is heard.

After taking Wang Mu to the bottom of the sea, the divers took a few steps back and knelt on the ground a few meters behind him, as if worshipping some god.

"Welcome, young man, to the endless sea of sleepers."

With a loud thunderous sound, Wang Mu finally saw the scene he had just overlooked.

At the gates of the holy city sat the diver's father, who was as silent as a giant.

In mythology, it is a subordinate god of the "god of the sea" and the consort of the "mother god".

Dagon is the father of deep water.

"Respectfully, King Gon." The king asked with his right hand, and the bear bowed to the true god. "I don't know what I've done to surprise you."

"You don't have to devalue yourself, human."

Dagon opened his dark green eyes and stared at Wang Mu emotionlessly.

In the face of fate, there is always only inevitability, no chance. The great Cthulhu saw it all, and you will be the brightest of all the stars.

"Overwhelmed".

Wang Mu didn't care about Dagon's sugar-coated cannonballs, this group of crazy evil gods in the mythology of Crooksu was not a good thing as long as they shot it, they had to be careful now, a little careless life would go in.

But......

"Your Majesty, isn't the sleeping man still wandering in eternal dreams? How do I have time to look down?"

According to the former ruler and the royal priest of Cthullu, the "god of sleep", in ancient times, he defected with his realm of Laril and sank to the bottom of the sea. After that, he stopped asking about anything about the world and even occasionally communicated with believers, communicating his will through dreams.

This is where the phrase "Sleep, Cthulhu, in your dreams" comes from.

"It's not something you can understand."