There was the sound of dripping water, and Irelia's eyes turned. In the mirror world, a graceful figure appeared in front of her. She couldn't see her face clearly, but this scene was very familiar. Since the day she became an adult, this person appeared in her dreams every night. She stood there and taught her all kinds of things.

"What are we going to talk about tonight?" Irelia asked.

The other person sat on the water: "You know the gods, right?"

"God of Light?" Irelia was thinking of the God of Creation that the missionaries who came to the village had mentioned.

"That's not true." The other party denied it. She shook her head: "That's just a false god. There is no real god with authority."

"I don't understand." Irelia said.

The unknown person laughed crisply. "I like your honesty. Real gods possess abilities that are beyond your imagination."

Irelia frowned: "So, you are a god?"

"Oh, I'm not. I'm just the afterimage of a fool who was teased."

Thinking back to the past that was too painful to recall, Irelia nodded and said, "Can you tell me again about the technique you mentioned before?" She had told the missionary in the village about that method before, and the other party said that it was the power of God.

"That's no big deal. It's just a simple way to increase your chances of connecting. But it doesn't work for you anymore."

"Why?"

"You're connected."

"Oh, then, are you okay?"

"Maybe this is the last time we meet." said the blurry figure.

"Why?" Irelia asked.

The figure stood up and walked around Irelia. "I am only a shadow. By now, my mission is complete. Therefore, I will pass away, and you will embark on your journey. Two reminders, one is that you must be careful with religion, and two is that you must always be vigilant of the sky."

The water receded from her skin and she stepped out.

This was in the forest. Irelia put on all her clothes, picked up the dagger on the ground and checked it.

"Two hours? Is that so long?" Irelia frowned. She touched the scratches she had carved into the tree. "I feel like something's wrong. Was what she said before she left just a trick?"

She didn't know, but she didn't want to guess.

She walked to the dirt road, looked at the village at the foot of the mountain, and smiled.

Ten years later.

In a wasteland, Irelia stood by the road, watching the sky being crushed by an indescribable thing. In the rain of blood, the one-handed sword in her hand fell to the ground.

"What the hell is this?"

…

"Azathoth! What are you doing!?" Chen Jing shouted.

Azathoth's mythical form enveloped the entire star field. Was it mist? Liquid? A supernatural entity that defied imagination and defied description. It was as if its very existence questioned order, its madness constantly eroding reality.

For the first time, Chen Jing looked directly at the frantic god. His SAN value instantly dropped. "It hurts, it hurts!" He clutched his head.

Ji Xuanyuan hugged him: "Are you okay?"

Nidhogg frowned and looked at Azathoth: "What on earth has this guy been through? How could the origin of the universe be like this?"

"I don't know." Fenrir had been leading them to the periphery. "I don't know what's wrong with this guy. He just came up and started to act like a jerk."

"I told her I wanted to steal that laboratory. I just pointed out the approximate direction and she did it." Cheng Mulin was much better than Chen Jing. He didn't dare to look at that thing at the beginning.

"With her size, even a blind other Lih can see her. The noise she makes is almost as loud as a supernova explosion." Azathoth was so excited for some reason.

Cheng Mulin was very scared.

"Did you know? The lazy little girl you thought was so funny is actually the most powerful evil god. She's not like the ones next to you. She's a true evil god. Even if she just stands still, it's the end of the world."

Cheng Mulin's pupils shrank: "What should we do now?"

"Actually, as long as she stops making trouble, it's very simple." Chen Jing calmed down and rubbed his temples. "The pillow is still in there. Azathoth is not a fool. He can control himself."

"I don't quite believe it." Cheng Mulin looked at the thing.

"What don't you believe?" Azathoth asked.

"?" Everyone looked over.

Azathoth took out a ball and said, "Just release it where it's convenient. I've pulled it into the mezzanine."

Chen Jing pointed at the swaying mass and asked, "What is that?"

"Ialdagorth, my servant, asks Him to switch me this time."

Chen Jing was stunned: "Another Outer God?"

"Of course." Azathoth nodded: "Let's go."

"Where is He?" Chen Jing looked at Tool God No. 2.

Azathoth straightened his messy hair and said, "He will go back by himself. I am not a devil."

You are scarier than the devil! Baozhenjiang crawled from the ground into Azathoth's arms and rubbed against him obediently.

"Hey, that's good."

Cheng Mulin poked the ball and said, "How can something so big fit into such a small space? What kind of black technology is this?"

Azathoth shrugged: "In my world, science is defined by bubbles, which means I define it, understand."

What science are you talking about, you evil god from the magical universe?

Chen Jing's mouth twitched.

Nidhogg came over and said, "The outer layer almost collapsed just now. What on earth did you do?"

"I don't know why, but someone is ambushing me outside this lab."

Chen Jing felt uneasy: "Then what?"

"I'm hungry." Azathoth silently shed crocodile tears.

So cruel!

Chen Jing hugged the pillow tightly in his arms and shook it. They shook together.

Azathoth raised an eyebrow: "Huh?"

The pillow shrank back into Azathoth's arms and rubbed against him.

"Oh, that's good."

Cheng Mu watched them interacting and felt numb. They were simply crazy, but following these crazy people with extraordinary abilities also had its advantages. At least he got what he wanted.

"The next step is to find the emperor inside, right?" They didn't know if it was a prince or a princess, but in any case, for the legitimacy of the rebellion, they had to support this person to ascend the throne.

There are many other rebels, so if Cheng Mulin's group wants to become the orthodox one, it is impossible to rely on strength alone. Relying on the title of royal descendant is the most important thing.

"Uncle, can I go now?"

"Wait." Chen Jing smiled.

"I will deliver the promised supplies and things to you in the right quality and quantity, so you don't have to worry about that."

Chen Jing leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I also want to see what's different about the emperor's descendants."

"Uh... Uncle, you'll have plenty of opportunities to work together in the future."

"No, I want to see it unpackaged, otherwise it won't have the flavor."