144: Chapter 144 My Father Zhang Erpaopao

Wrong!

What the hell is this bastard laughing at?

Nyarlathotep had been laughing endlessly when ripping open his chest and drying the stone tablet earlier, and now It had finally calmed down.

What was this bastard laughing at?

Xie Feng shuddered violently.

He felt that Nyarlathotep's ruthless trick was about to appear.

What was It anticipating?

Why did Xie Feng suddenly feel so hot all over his body?

Looking down, the long-dormant Ghatanothoa mark suddenly erupted with a dark red beam of light, piercing directly out from the surface of the skin beneath his left collarbone.

"No way?! Dog Nyarlathotep, would it kill you to let me act cool for a little longer!"

Xie Feng truly had no counter against Nyarlathotep at all.

That force came extremely fiercely, completely giving him no time to react.

The King of Volcanoes's mark had squatted on his body for far too long, so long that he had almost forgotten that the source of this mark was Cthulhu's eldest son, and Cthulhu and Hastur were mortal enemies.

He wiped clean the stone tablet eroded by somebody's father here, and then summoned Hastur's Clone?

Xie Feng had received Lord Cthulhu's blessing, yet he did such a thing?

It was impossible for Ghatanothoa not to react.

The instant the mark left his body, Xie Feng was pushed back two steps by the rebound force.

"What the fuck? We're done for!"

Looking down, there was only a dark red fissure-like scar left on his skin, like an old wound that had healed a long time after being scalded.

That honest mark which had squatted on his body since the first day of his Transmigration, having absorbed heat countless times for him and issued warnings, and having never uttered a sound even when Cthugha squeezed it from his chest to beneath his left ribs...

Just flew away like that.

The dark red beam of light crossed the sky above the Hall of Supreme Harmony Square, crossed the thick black surface of the moat, and smashed straight into the very center of the moat outside the imperial city, which had been dyed black by the aura of The King in Yellow.

The river water exploded into a circle of black water walls the moment the light beam entered the water, and a huge, damp figure was slowly rising in the center of the water walls.

That figure was several zhang higher than the flying eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The surface of its dark green skin was covered with densely packed deep-sea barnacles and reef-like scabs, and every breath oozed extremely thick and viscous deep-sea water vapor from the surface of its body.

Its head was a collection of countless tentacles, the ends of which were slowly writhing in the air.

A huge octopus-like head appeared along with a pair of membranous wings behind it.

Cthulhu's projection did not open its eyes, but The King in Yellow had already slowly turned around.

Obviously, Lord Cthulhu was — towards Hastur, who had poached the laborer under his command —

Very! Un! Happy!

The King in Yellow was also not very fond of the fat octopus otaku.

This made the one-and-a-half mythical creatures present feel extremely despairing.

One was Brain Matter, and half was Xie Feng.

"Lord Cthulhu!? Can you be any more petty-minded!!!"

Xie Feng's wail exploded over the Hall of Supreme Harmony Square, mixed with the low breathing sound of that huge figure in the moat, mixed with Nyarlathotep's increasingly loud snickering in his ear, and mixed with the subtle friction sound of the robe corner tearing as The King in Yellow's Clone slowly turned its head from the Void Realm.

The Thousand-Faced God squatted in the shadows deep within his consciousness, letting out a satisfied and lazy sigh.

Throughout this entire game, It had merely been watching the fireworks whose fuse had been lit from start to finish.

His magic power value had completely bottomed out, and now Cthulhu's projection had been lured over by Ghatanothoa.

That group of unlucky usurping Cultivators on the Hall of Supreme Harmony Square had just been frightened to their knees by The King in Yellow, and before they even had time to catch their breath, they had to Face the projection of the Lord of Rlyeh directly once more.

He had just thought he was steady, but looking at it now... steady my ass!

Even if Lord Cthulhu and The King in Yellow fought until their dog brains were beaten out, Xie Feng wouldn't care, but the problem was that Tu Ziguan, Lu Mingyuan's account, and Emperor Zhou Weixi's ancestor were all present right now, so what should he do?

If these two immortals fought until their dog brains were beaten out, these few people would be beaten into mud.

The problem was that Xie Feng had only learned the Cthulhu Communion Spell inside the book of eibon, and that damn book did not have a Cthulhu Dismissal Spell!

He had a little magic power now, but if he used the Fog Creation Technique to drive Hastur away, would he be beaten into soybean juice by Lord Cthulhu for being a two-faced turncoat?!

But if he didn't do this...

Xie Feng looked back at Zhou Shudan.

Then he could probably make a memorial tablet for this new emperor right now.

Having no time to hesitate, Xie Feng immediately activated the Fog Creation Technique.

Then The King in Yellow gently waved a hand, and the fog dissipated.

The two Great Old Ones projections simultaneously cast strange glances toward Xie Feng.

Xie Feng didn't understand, but the general meaning, through the Nightgaunt's eyes, was probably like this:

Are you out of your mind?

"Two sirs, let's discuss this. Can you not fight for now? Whatever requirements the two of you have, please state them, and I will try my best to satisfy them."

With a sycophantic look, Xie Feng slowly edged over.

As for Brain Matter, it felt like this scene looked a bit familiar?

To everyone's surprise, the two old entities actually really stopped their terrifying standoff.

Xie Feng hadn't expected himself to have such great Face.

"Hiss... Could Tu Wu be right? Am I really the protagonist?!"

As soon as Xie Feng thought of this, he discovered that a silver-white light was emitting from behind him.

Inside, light spheres resembling dreamlike bubbles flashed past.

"Holy shit! Dad!"

Xie Feng gave a fierce shake of his head that almost flung his own skull flying off.

Yog-Sothoth is simply so reliable!

When things happen, it really steps up!

I almost forgot, my dad is bigger than both of you!

"Two sirs, how about this, for my sake, right? If the two of you have a conflict, tell me, and I will coordinate, alright?"

Of course, if you made Xie Feng point at their noses and order these two?

That would truly be like a fly going to the toilet — asking for (death) shit.

The Lord of Rlyeh and the Unnamable looked at each other.

Then both of them pointed a finger at Xie Feng simultaneously.

Lightning-like messages and whispers instantly flooded Xie Feng's ears.

As expected of cousins, even their whispering accents were similar.

Unfortunately, humans could not understand, and at this volume, Xie Feng's brain would be blown apart along with Brain Matter in the next second.

The mark in his eye socket slowly emitted a faint glow.

The obscure and profound Rlyehian language turned into understandable texts and concepts received by Xie Feng.

"Father Yog-Sothoth! Absolutely awesome!"

Holding his throbbing head, Xie Feng couldn't help exclaiming:

"Believing in the right god really saves ten years of detours."

Brain Matter groggily replied in the brain:

"Not that short."

As the information was successfully transmitted, both projections completely dissipated.

And the mission in Xie Feng's brain was also issued.

Lord Cthulhu still required Xie Feng to head to the sea and make a trip to Rlyeh, though what exactly to do was unknown.

As for the Unnamable, His meaning was very obvious; His Elderliness wanted an altar.

Xie Feng could only sneak into the imperial palace like a thief, take out a writing brush, and begin sitting on the dragon throne to write a Spell.

Waving the ink brush, mixed with the resentment of a pitiful wage slave:

"Bastard Emperor Zhou Weixi, the Hastur Release Spell and Carcosa Construction Spell of your royal family actually ended up being written by me!"