The subsystem and KP have fallen into a dead silence for the development in front of them.

One of them is the host of Zong Jiu, and the other is the host of the cult leader.

But neither of them has seen such a battle before!

To be honest, the infinite loop has existed for so long, every so long about ten years, there will be a batch of survivors selected to enter the Super S-level dungeon, and many of them have entered the plane supported by the ten-sided dice.

After hosting for so many years, I have never seen any big storms between the subsystem and KP. Fortunately, like the leader of the cult who looked directly at the ancient gods and could barely survive, I have seen it. The opening is countless big failures and I have seen myself sent away directly. The teammates are dying and throw out the big failure first aid directly. I've seen him who sent his teammate's soul to the west in the past.

But they have seen so many examples, they have never seen one who tried to impersonate the old dominator.

But I can't say impersonating. Strictly speaking, the magician is just a mania with manic symptoms.

The problem is that this temporary crazy mania has once been drawn as a trainee, but no one has won it like Zong Jiu played in secret.

I think I am a Cthulhu, and I persuade others to think I am a Cthulhu, these are completely two concepts.

Of course, persuading others to think that you are a Cthulhu, and persuading Cthulhu that you are a Cthulhu, these are two more concepts.

Looking at the yellow-clothed magician in front of him, he firmly believes that he is the king of the yellow-clothed, and chatting and laughing with Shabu Nicholas who just descended from the sky—

Sub-system: numb, destroy it.jpg

For a moment, it even felt that this one of the three-pillar primitive gods who only lived under the master of the universe, Asathos, was the black goat of the forest, who had bred thousands of descendants, whether it was a bit stupid.

But when I think of a big success in persuasion and a big success in words, the sub-system is relieved again.

It cast aside the doubts in its heart and tried to convince itself of the unstoppable power of the magician. Today, even if it is Asathos, it has to kneel.

The cold black tentacles danced in the sky, and thousands of mouths continued to drip with saliva, making an obscure sound of disgust.

Strictly speaking, the communication method used by Cthulhu is impossible for humans to understand. Don't even say that they understand, even hearing their real names requires a sanity check, which is completely called the rational wear and tear of intelligent creatures.

So of course, Zong Jiu couldn't understand either.

Even if he threw another ten big successes, he wouldn't understand it, because it was impossible to light up the Cthulhu language skill on the identity card belonging to a human being. Not to mention that Zong Jiu is just a Xibei goods evil god.

But the white-haired youth did not panic at all.

He stood with his hands in his hands, letting the **** and unpleasant wind lift up the corners of his ragged yellow robe, his white hair flying in the deep and terrible night, and her face indifferent and unpredictable. Human appearance.

Zong Jiu listened to the Supreme Mother God repeating it for a while with an indescribable dreamy chatter full of fear and horror.

He automatically understood the other party's waving tentacles as meaning "friends, show each other's tentacles and have a look", and spoke very calmly.

"This is just a phantom/phantom of me, Shabu. My body is still confined on the planet of the star Pleiades in the Pleiades star cluster."

Everyone knelt on the ground and called Master Sab Nicholas, he was fine, and he was his own as soon as he opened his mouth.

Subconsciously, Zong Jiu felt that he also had tentacles, especially when his tentacles protruded from the hem of his yellow robe, it was not much worse than Senzhi's black goat, and he could use a bayonet.

It's a pity, he is just a phantom.

The leader of the cult/sect who was dumbfounded by the side watched the exchange between the two of them like no one, and was shocked by the shock that no one could understand.

No, no, no, he won't really drag a phantom of an evil **** from another world, will he?

If that's the case, he won't have to fight anymore, and he doesn't even need to dig a hole to bury himself.

The survivor turned the dice in his hand, trembling, and gave Zong Jiu an anthropological skill.

KP told him in a voice that didn't fluctuate.

[Your throwing result is 7/30, and the anthropological test is successful]

[Undoubtedly, what is standing in front of you is not a Cthulhu, let alone a Cthulhu phantom, but a genuine, upright human being... It’s just that he seems to be in a state of uncertainty and madness, and his thinking is a little different. Too normal]

Leader of the Order: "..."

Leader of the Order: "Damn!!!"

He just thought he had summoned a dad.

The sacrifice in front of him not only dared to fool him, but also dared to fool the supreme Mother God!

As the saying goes, you must be able to bend and stretch when you are a cult.

Believe in which **** works. Throwing the wrong name Oolong behind, the leader of the cult can change his faith on the spot in the next second.

The leader raised the staff in his hand, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke righteously towards the sky.

"Holy Supreme Mother God! How dare this despicable sacrifice deceive you!"

The survivor is sincere, faithful, and polite: "He is clearly a human being, but he lied in front of you that he was the lord of the stars and seas in the deep sky. His heart is shameful!"

"I can learn from your pious world, please don't be deceived by this rhetoric, trying to deceive the world!"

The tumbling and festering clouds seemed to be still for a moment, and the tentacles that were convoluted with mucus fell in the air, not knowing what he was thinking.

The energetic Zong Jiu, the king of cos yellow clothes, glanced at this cultist who dared to speak wild words with a scornful gaze. When he turned around, he found that Shabu Nicholas who was still talking to him on the channel just now seemed to be talking to him. Also fell into an unknown contemplative state.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Order thought that his advice was effective, and his heart was very happy.

He immediately knelt down and opened his arms, "Great Mother God, please allow me to offer this perfect sacrifice to you!"

Zong Jiu was silent for a while, surprisingly angry.

He directly threw the ten-sided dice in his hand, "Sub-system, charm me this evil god!"

[Your throwing result is 1/70, the charm is a big success]

Once again greeted with a successful sub-system, it said that it didn’t want to talk, and its heart was so tired.jpg

[...No, since it is a charm, it must be counted as a confrontation check, I will give the evil **** a psychology secret die]

In the past, the sub-systems of speaking skills and persuasive success could only open one eye and close one eye. As a result, now, the good guys and the enchanting evil gods are all up, but a confrontation check is really unjustifiable.

The next second, the subsystem was silent.

The noble Black Goat of the Forest, the Supreme Mother God, Her Royal Highness Sab Nicholas, threw a big failure.

At the same time, the subsystem suddenly realized something.

If it can be realized, then the subsystem must be trembling now.

Because the big failure is not the most terrible.

Cthulhu belongs to the existence of a high-dimensional world, but the ten-sided dice and its rules are special products made inside the super S-level instance.

Undoubtedly, Cthulhu's level is higher than this entire Super S Grade copy.

In the final analysis, the ten-sided die of the low-latitude product cannot have any effect on Cthulhu at all.

Including words, persuasion, charm.

So what the magician saw...

In the eyes of Shabu Nicholas, he should be watching all this as a teaser.

Deliberately throw a big failure, deliberately show friendliness.

This is the most terrible.

He is very interested and willing to cooperate.

After the subsystem anticipates this, it restarts using the remaining energy to contact the main system.

Talking tremblingly while contacting.

[...There is no doubt that your charm success has produced unexpected and gratifying effects]

[You fascinated Sab Nicholas]

"well."

Zong Jiu, who has fallen into the madness of uncertainty, has long lost his usual sense and calmness.

Of course, even if there is, the magician who now paranoidly considers himself a Cthulhu can't listen to all this.

The white-haired young man pointed to the cult/cultist who was kneeling on the ground, with a nonchalant tone, "Sabu, this is the sacrifice I brought to you."

Leader of the Order:? ? ?

The survivor jumped from the ground with anger, "Fart, you mean-"

However, in the next second, the leader could no longer speak.

Because the black goat cub that appeared suddenly from behind broke his neck without mercy.

The blood gushed like an injection, the broken head rolled down to the ground, and he didn't look at him until he died.

Zong Jiu just glanced indifferently, and gathered the yellow clothes on his body, showing no interest in the death of this kind of ants.

He raised his head and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an indescribable voice in his mind.

[I like this sacrifice very much]

[Do you want to destroy this copy? 】

Sound has no attributes, and is more like a lazy stream of consciousness than the definition of sound given by humans.

Zong Jiushi nodded simply.

He didn't want the body to be sealed, he would have destroyed this disgusting copy a long time ago.

The surging magic mist and countless open and closed mouths seemed to be laughing.

In the next second, tens of thousands of tentacles suddenly fell from the air.

If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely fall directly into permanent madness.

Because the entire sky is occupied by a huge evil god.

The earth turned into the sky, and the black forest hanging down from above, with teeth and claws, was so terrible that it was beyond description.

Numerous tentacles involuntarily wrapped around the magician's waist and pulled the person directly off the ground.

In this moment, Zong Jiu seemed to realize the existence of the sub-system.

In the next second, the sub-system with little energy left gave him an answer.

[He has a crush on you and wants to mate/mate with you]

As the supreme mother goddess, Shabu Nicholas is also a representative of desire/hope.

He has super fertility and is the mother of all things. There are even sayings that he gave birth to all the old dominators.

In other words, it is approximately equal to a walking evil **** aphrodisiac.

[You run away, I can't stop him]

There is really no way for the subsystem.

The coming of Cthulhu directly blocked its way to contact the main system, and now the energy is almost running out.

How could the human body be able to mate/mate with the evil god?

The subsystem knows well.

It is estimated that the next moment when he is accepted by that cloud, whether it is body or consciousness, the magician will disappear.

However, Zong Jiu didn't worry about this at all.

He didn't even struggle, but let the thick tentacles of each of his own to surround him and pull them into the bottomless festering cloud of the sky.

At the last moment, the white-haired magician lowered his head.

He saw that the ground was full of stumps, blood and on the verge of destruction, someone stepped on the shadow and hurried out.

The other party raised his head and looked at the magician across the distant sky.

Because they were too far apart, Zong Jiu couldn't see what was in those dark golden pupils.

Inexplicably, Zong Jiu felt that there must be no smile on the other side's face now.

Whether it is a pleasant smile, a cheerful smile, a lazy smile or a fake smile, in short, there is no smile.

[The energy wave of the main system is detected, and the link is in progress... The door of space is ready to open]

[Space door failed to open, link failed, sub-system energy has been exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep state]

The man's expression was gloomy and gloomy, like an angry beast.

He grabbed the black umbrella in his white gloves, and the shadows under his feet kept cruising and fleeing, and his whole body was constantly rising, turning into spikes and ruthlessly stabbing into the darkness of the evil **** of the sky.

"—!"

He seemed to say something to the sky, but Zong Jiu couldn't hear it clearly, nor could he hear it.

This avatar/phantom should be dying.

At the moment of being swallowed by the festering black mist, Zong Jiu thought.

It was weird, he was obviously an old enemy, showing such an expression. If he could speak now, he would definitely laugh at each other fiercely.

But... if it is for sex/love, he really prefers to have **** with the devil. There is really no harm without comparison.

The tentacles sensed his resistance, and the enveloping force became even harder, and the limbs and limbs felt like crushing pain at the same time.

The festering black mist was surging, like ink buckled on the surface of the water and continuously gathered, surrounding the white-haired youth.

Forget it, wait until the body is restored.

Zong Jiu thought in a daze.

Zhuge secretly said that he was right, this copy he really has a deadly catastrophe.

What's more **** is that the solution to the game is indeed on the devil. It is a pity that Zong Jiu's pride does not allow him to bow his head slightly.

At the last second, the magician closed his eyes wearily.

The blood rolled down from the ragged yellow robe, mingled between the white hair, ticking, dyeing the depths of the other pair of pupils red.

At this time, ten minutes before the use of Iluka's silver coin took effect, there were still thirty seconds left.