[3 minutes until the Donghuang Bell rings]

Asylum of the Gods.

boom--!!

The dazzling divine sword light slashed across the earth, instantly obliterating the nurses' dormitory and the courtyard. Flying dust fragments danced in the divine realm, and only the hospital building stood motionless on the battlefield.

In this hospital, it seems that only the wards and the director's office are indestructible. The rest of the buildings have been constantly destroyed, regenerated, and rapidly repaired in the hands of the two gods. Chaos' figure is suspended in the endless darkness, squinting at Michael below.

"What a great ability... No wonder Yelande would rather seal us with the entire kingdom of heaven than leave you behind as the only watcher."

Michael was shrouded in the [Mortal God Realm], his body was covered with scars, but his pair of burning golden eyes were still bright and dazzling.

"But that's what makes it fun, isn't it?" The corners of Chaos' mouth rose slightly, and he slowly raised his hand. The next moment, his figure transformed into a figure wearing a black cloak. The wide hood covered his face, and the aura around him became dark and deep, like an ancient mystic.

The change in Chaos' image made Michael frown even more. He sensed an indescribable deadly aura from the ancient mysterious man.

Boom!

In the void, a dull knock on the door sounded from behind [Chaos].

The moment the voice came out, Michael's heart shook violently, as if the voice had directly penetrated endless time and space and struck the depths of his soul.

At the same time, the scene around him began to change again. His body seemed to be floating in the boundless space. A huge dark room twisted and opened from behind Chaos, directly enveloping both of them.

From the Gods' Mental Hospital to the Dark Chamber, Michael felt that his connection with the outside world was getting weaker and weaker, as if he had come to another time and space.

And this also means... it is extremely difficult for Him to convey information to the outside world.

Boom——!

The dull knock on the door was heard again. Only then did Michael see the source of the sound.

Behind [Chaos], a huge coffin carved with countless twisted dark runes was hovering strangely in the dark room. Low knocking sounds came from inside, as if something was hidden in the coffin and was about to break out.

"Do you know what's in here?"

[Chaos], wearing a cloak, stood in the center of the dark room, his voice was somewhat teasing.

Michael held the golden holy sword in his hand, like the only light in this huge rock. He frowned and stared at the huge coffin in silence.

Boom, boom——!

Continuous knocking sounds came from the coffin, and an inexplicable irritation and discomfort suddenly surged into Michael's heart.

The [Mortal Divine Realm] beneath His feet shook violently, the light dimmed a little, and a chaotic and crazy aura overflowed from the crack of the coffin, madly tearing a gap in the surface of the [Mortal Divine Realm].

At the same time, the progress bar above his head suddenly moved back one step!

"Michael's treatment progress: 99%"

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong

As time passed, the knocking sounds from the coffin door became more and more rapid, as if someone was hammering the coffin door madly. Along with bursts of harsh nail scratching and teeth-grinding chewing sounds, an evil and crazy aura spread wildly in the dark room!

"Michael's treatment progress: 98%"

"Michael's treatment progress: 95%"

"Michael's treatment progress: 90%..."

“…”

As the [Mortal Divine Realm] shattered, the crazy aura madly penetrated into Michael's soul. The healing progress bar above his head quickly retreated, and pain appeared in Ranjin's eyes.

“How is it? Can your [Mortal Divine Realm] still hold out?” [Chaos] chuckled.

The face beneath the hood lifted slightly, his eyes were as deep as the abyss. The next moment, the knocking sounds in the dark chamber stopped abruptly, and the lid of the coffin slowly lifted a corner...

When Michael saw what was under the coffin, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Gray stars and nebulae floated in the coffin like dust. Although they were extremely small, Michael could clearly sense that it was once a vast universe.

In this universe, all the stars have no vitality, and their surfaces are covered with hideous blood vessels and wriggling tentacles. From a distance, they look like countless floating dark red cells. These stars are intertwined together, and from a distance, they look like the face of a hideous and crazy monster!

This coffin contains... an entire polluted universe?

"Surprised?" Chaos saw Michael's expression and raised his lips slightly. "You should know that we are from outside this world... and this thing is our last trophy."

“You… polluted the entire universe?” Michael’s [Mortal Divine Realm] continued to shatter. He tightly grasped the giant sword in his hand, shock appearing in his eyes.

"Who said there was only one?"

The smile on Chaos' face became more and more intense, and he lightly hooked his finger. The second, third, and fourth... In this endless dark room, three identical black coffins emerged from nothingness!

Four black coffins, four struggling faces, four insane and morbid universes... This is the past of Cthulhu mythology, and it is also the medal that they are proud of.

Boom boom boom boom—

Rapid and chaotic knocks came from inside the four coffins, and each knock struck deeply into Michael's soul.

His eyes trembled violently!

"Michael's treatment progress: 52%... 46%... 33%..."

"What... do you want to do?" Michael growled, suppressing the madness and bloodthirstiness in the depths of his soul.

"I told you that I will make you my patient, and then... plunder your [Mortal God Realm]." [Chaos] said slowly, "This hospital is in the hands of that kid Lin Qiye, so it can't really play a role at all. Only I, Nyarlathotep, can continuously create mental patients, and then cure them... so as to continuously plunder the divine power.

Dr. Naya is the most suitable owner for it."

As Chaos finished speaking, the Mortal Realm was completely swallowed up by darkness. Michael's consciousness was constantly torn apart by the endless knocking on the door, and finally returned to silence. He floated in the center of the huge room like a corpse, motionless.

"Michael's treatment progress: 0%"

Chaos' figure slowly landed on the floor of the huge room. He casually put on the white coat that symbolized his status as the dean, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his bosom, and put them on his nose, looking like a gentle and intellectual black scholar.

He walked to the empty Michael, smiled and said:

"Now, consciousness is returning."

clatter--!

With the sound of a finger snap, the progress bar above Michael's head jumped forward one level.

"Michael's treatment progress: 1%"

"The conditions for drawing rewards have been met. We will start randomly drawing Michael's divine power..."

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