335: Call of Cthulhu!

“The Time Loop of the fishing village?

Cthulhu's Red Moon?

Loki, Chen Lu, and the Whale of Change?

Has the fishing village incident been brought forward?”

Song Zhong's face showed a grave expression. Perhaps it was a chain reaction caused by his destruction of the Egyptian God Kingdom?

Had Chen Lu, that old fox, finally lost his patience and decided to try and break the Time Loop left by Old Wang Mian?

When Old Wang Mian met Song Zhong in Anta County, he had already informed Song Zhong of all his arrangements.

He did not hide anything, because this was his last Transmigration through the Time River, returning to the past.

Old Wang Mian's lifespan could no longer support another Transmigration.

Therefore, he placed all his hope on Song Zhong.

Originally, Old Wang Mian was still worried if his all-in gamble was too risky.

But after understanding Song Zhong's pure character, he felt relieved.

Moreover, when performing deductions, Old Wang Mian had also seen a glimpse of the future.

Song Zhong looked at the Ghost Country he was refining, and a plan formed in his mind.

Currently, he had no way to rush over to help, so he could only see if Biyou Palace could spare any manpower.

However, before that, he could help Zhou Ping stall for a while.

Song Zhong took out the creation jade seal, and with a thought, a giant Great Xia map, like a holographic projection, appeared before his eyes.

This Great Xia map was condensed from the National Luck.

Song Zhong quickly scanned the map, only to see a distorted black Qi surging from the location of Ningchang County in the south.

“It seems this is the place!”

Song Zhong held up the creation jade seal and gently pressed it towards the location of Ningchang County!

In an instant, Ningchang County, which was enveloped by darkness and the Red Moon, became as bright as day.

A pure white light emerged from underground; this was the pure power of National Luck.

Song Zhong had relied on this to keep the mist ten thousand li away from Great Xia.

Although the mist was an accessory of Cthulhu's Divine Power and not inherently strong, since the Great Xia National Luck could disperse it, it must have some restraining effect on the Red Moon's light beams.

Indeed, under the shroud of the white light, the red light beams began to thin and fade.

Chen Lu looked at the surrounding light in horror, starting to panic.

“This… what is this?”

Although he possessed some information, he was not entirely clear about the reason for the mist's retreat.

Seeing this unknown power actually restraining Cthulhu's Divine Power, he was at a loss for a moment.

In Chen Lu's understanding, Cthulhu's power was a dimension-reducing blow to all gods on Earth.

But now, a power that could contend with it had appeared. How could he not be shocked?

Zhou Ping's mouth curved into a bitter smile. As expected, his judgment was correct; Song Zhong had still made a move.

Although he did not know why he hadn't appeared here, at least, things were starting to turn around now.

However, the appearance of the National Luck's power seemed to greatly anger the Red Moon in the sky.

In the center of the Red Moon, a dark red area appeared.

From a distance, it looked like a tightly closed eye, as if it could open at any moment.

On the Moon, the Angel King Michael spread his wings, and the broad holy sword in his hand radiated a sacred light.

Facing the frantic fleshy tentacles and various bizarre creatures from within the crack, Michael spoke calmly:

“This place needs quiet!”

Buzz!

A faint golden halo erupted from the holy sword. The Miracle power of the Mortal Domain instantly covered the entire Moon.

The Moon's Seal was reinforced again, and the originally wide crack was gradually closing.

Those fleshy tentacles struggled desperately, trying to crawl out of the Moon's crevices, but under the powerful Miracle power, they had to return underground.

Seeing the situation contained, Michael sighed slightly.

Just then, from the Moon's core, an unwilling murmur came.

“Miracle can only delay the loosening of the Seal, Michael, how long can you suppress us?”

What followed was a dense, maddening Whisper and desperate cries.

Michael frowned. Even after listening to such maddening Whisper for so long, he still felt a headache.

Facing Cthulhu's unwillingness, he calmly replied: “My Lord's glory will forever illuminate this planet.”

“Hmph! Yelande couldn't do anything to us. Do you think you can destroy us?

All things will move towards Chaos and destruction. Why don't you join us and welcome the end of the world with us? You can become Cthulhu's fourth main god!”

Michael plunged the holy sword back into the Moon's surface, and a huge impact stirred up a storm on the Moon.

The raging winds carried dust, completely filling the crack, and the disgusting Whisper also disappeared.

“You, underestimate me, Michael, far too much.”

Peace returned to the Moon, but during the time Michael was resealing it, a deep red light still descended upon Earth.

And the Cthulhu's purpose in provoking Michael just now was merely to gain these short dozen seconds.

That deep red light enveloped the sky above Ningchang County. Zhou Ping stared at the light, his expression tense.

Strangely, however, he did not feel anything unusual from that light.

This light had neither the mental pollution of Cthulhu's murmurs nor any destructive power.

What were they trying to do by bringing down such a thing from the Moon?

Chen Lu looked at the light, and his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

“I feel it, I feel it… that adult is coming!”

Chen Lu's words alerted Zhou Ping. That red light indeed had no attacking power, because it was merely a key to awaken some existence.

On Earth, there existed a Cthulhu God.

Unlike the Whale of Change, which was contaminated, that was a true Cthulhu God.

Although only an incomplete part, his status was incomparably noble.

The exposed seabed suddenly began to shake violently. Zhou Ping grabbed the unconscious Wang Mian and leaped into the sky.

The originally complete seabed suddenly split into pieces. In just a breath, an incomparably dark abyss appeared before his eyes.

“This is…” Zhou Ping looked at the abyss. He felt a corrupting power emanating from below.

That red light drilled into the abyss and disappeared. Soon, a giant black tentacle extended from the abyss, then a second, a third…

As that bizarre existence appeared, Zhou Ping finally saw its appearance.

It was a black mass of flesh composed of countless tentacles and fangs.

Chen Lu saw the mass of flesh and excitedly shouted: “It's Lord Black Goat, it's the great Black Goat, Lord Shub-Niggurath!”