Chapter 594: Tavel's Strategy

In the city of R'lyeh, the temple was silent.

Cthulhu had never felt that the air could be heavy, but now he felt the weight of the air was making it hard for him to breathe.

Just a second ago, the consciousness separated from the many Void Lords and infused into Aforgomon's body disappeared.

All the Void Lords understood what this meant. Another eighth-level lord had perished.

Only five days had passed, and the eighth-order pinnacle Void Lord who had become the main body of the consciousness community died in battle. The blow to them was fatal.

Time seemed to stand still, Basatan held two huge pincers, his eyes out of focus.

Bergkrug remained in a squatting position, with his tail swaying in an arc but completely rigid in place.

The tentacles that were always dancing on Sayigya's body were motionless, as if they had turned into statues.

The evil flames surrounding Hasut were completely absorbed into his body, and he was the one who was most shocked.

He witnessed the enemy's growing strength, and the death of the Void Lord was just a sideshow for the other party to show off their power.

I don't know how long it took, but the tentacles on Cthulhu's head resumed dancing, and its hoarse voice rang out in the temple.

"Lords, what should we do?"

The death of Afugomon made him realize that the Void Lords present were completely unable to compete with the target.

In this universe, there are no Void Lords who can compete with the target.

This mission of assimilating the polluted universe can basically be declared a failure.

Echoes resounded in the empty temple, the lingering sound finally disappeared completely, and silence returned to the place again, a deathly silence.

Saigeya's sharp soul voice echoed: "Sink the city of R'lyeh into the sea again. When the spirit world and this world are separated, the target will inevitably leave this universe.

Then, the Mother Goddess of All Things and the Lord of Time will deal with this difficult enemy. "

Let the more powerful Void Lords solve the difficult problems. They have done their best.

The death of Aforgomon caused part of their souls to be severed, which would affect their combat effectiveness and they would need a long rest to recover.

"I agree. The lords should continue to lie dormant and wait for the next opportunity."

Astral world.

Ghroth gathered all his strength, and the bright red liquid iron on the surface of his body had cooled down and turned gray, blending perfectly into the black background.

Cthughaja also stayed nearby, but no light was emitted from it, and all light and heat were hidden.

They are waiting, waiting for the outcome of the battle.

At this moment, they were in a relatively relaxed mood, as Aforgomon's plan was supported by all the Void Lords.

A Void Lord at the pinnacle of level eight, infused with the power of many lords, has no possibility of failure.

Strange soul fluctuations spread out, carrying with them a sense of death and decay.

The temperature of the liquid iron in the core of Ghros' body dropped a lot in an instant, and it received the soul fluctuations emitted by Afergomon after his death.

How is it possible?! It can't accept this ending at all.

Noticing its unusual movements, Cthugha asked:

"what happened?"

"The plan failed, Aforgomon died, and the souls of other Void Lords were traumatized. What should we do?"

In the spiritual world, Yog-Sothoth woke up from his sleep and sensed the scene of the death of his clone Aforgomon.

He knew the past, present, and future, but he could not see through the fog of time that enveloped Crown.

This layer of time fog cannot be seen by ordinary creatures and is the manifestation of power from a higher dimension.

When a creature becomes powerful enough, it will break free from the timeline, and then the fog of time will accompany it.

Yug understood that in this universe that was now merged with the spiritual world, a creature of immortal level had been born.

Time will not be a shackle for immortal creatures; even if the universe is destroyed, such creatures will be able to transcend.

It couldn't understand how such a creature could be born in a universe whose power level was obviously lower than that of the spiritual world.

But it knew that it would be difficult for either Shub or itself to kill the enemy.

It began to travel through time, looking for the Mother Goddess of All Things.

Crown was suspended in the air above Lorent. He felt that after killing the evil god, he had a deeper understanding of the law of time.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the sand of time in the hourglass shines with golden light, and every grain of sand exudes the breath of time.

It is undergoing a metamorphosis, and perhaps it will be able to go further when the time comes.

“It’s an extra bonus, but I’m not happy about it.”

Crown whispered, looking down at the ruins.

This is the key passage for the church to control the seaport. It needs to be rebuilt after being destroyed, otherwise there will be a steady stream of minions of the evil god entering the heart of the kingdom through the river.

However, as this is the primary attack area of ​​the evil god, it will be impossible to defend it without me here.

The pollution laws in the ruins have been completely purified, leaving only a charred area.

Clown contacted Charles through the Golden Light Dao Seed and sent a message:

“The town of Lorente was destroyed, and there were no survivors.

The only good news is that the evil god has been killed, and there is one less evil god at the eighth level.

Now, send a troop from Shattrath City and a construction team, and I will rebuild Lorent from the ruins."

Ten interstellar spaceships were arranged in battle formation and slowly landed at the edge of the ruins.

Janice walked out of the spaceship and strode over to Crown.

At this time, Clown emitted a thousand-foot-long golden light, which excluded all the gray fog.

"Your Majesty, the First and Second Divisions of the Silver Dawn are reporting in!"

On the spaceship, she saw the ruins of the city and was still in shock.

From the Pope's mouth, she had learned what had happened here.

But seeing such a huge military fortress being breached by the evil god still had a huge impact on her, and the death of her own kind made her sad.

The evil god was killed by the gods again, which made her feel proud.

In short, her current mentality is very contradictory, with various emotions mixed together.

“Two divisions will be stationed on both sides of the river to kill any minions of the evil god that pass by.

Let the array builders start working, giving priority to the construction of the Moon Soul Aura Array and the Shelter Array to provide guarantees for subsequent work."

"Yes, sir."

Janice pulled herself together and agreed, then turned back to give orders and assign tasks.

The gods are here. There are no evil minions in the nearby sea area, and no polluting creatures dare to approach the ruins. We must take advantage of this good opportunity to complete as much work as possible.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Three days passed, and the two sets of Moon Soul Spiritual Light Arrays were completed, and Clown restrained his divine power.

“I will send the Fire Cube to guard here, and leave him with power that can resist the eighth-level attack for a short period of time.

From now on, the Cube will stay here to protect the safety of this place."

He paused and asked:

"Would you be afraid to stay here?"

Janice smiled and said, "Your Majesty, fear of death is the instinct of all living things, and I am certainly no exception.

To be honest, I'm a little scared.

But I believe that if we encounter the attack of the evil god again, Your Majesty will be able to arrive in time."

"Don't worry, the remaining strength is enough to support me until I can get to Shattrath."

The events in Lorente Town caused a huge uproar among the top leaders of various churches, and the eighth-level evil god truly entered the sight of others.

Charles held an emergency meeting and invited the Array Research Department to attend.

"Mr. Holkins, is it possible for you to develop a magic array that can defend against eighth-level attacks?"

With the appearance of the eighth-order evil god, everyone became insecure.

Holkins scratched his messy hair and shook his head slightly:

"Your Majesty, based on current theories, it is absolutely impossible.

The protective array can defend against seventh-level attacks because we have created an energy source of sufficient capacity.

Our current energy sources are completely incapable of driving an eighth-order array. The energy levels are too far apart, even farther than the distance to the sun."

The energy quality of the seventh and eighth levels is completely different. It is useless to pile up more Saint Crystals. Quantity cannot make up for the difference in quality.

Flanders said: “I don’t think there is any need to worry about the appearance of the eighth-order evil god.

First, my Lord is able to kill the eighth-order evil gods. Second, the number of eighth-order evil gods is bound to be small, otherwise humans would have been contaminated by evil gods during the last holy war."

Three months later.

A shadow entered the underwater city of R'lyeh, and Cthulhu in the temple was immediately awakened.

The city's barrier is connected to his consciousness, and any abnormality will be discovered immediately.

Before he could react, a voice echoed in the temple.

"Cthulhu, tell us about the death of Avergomon."

A white human figure appeared in the temple, dispelling the darkness here, and Tavel appeared.

"Because of the characteristics of human gods who have achieved the golden level, Hastur believes that destroying believers can weaken the God of Light, and Lord Afugomon also agrees with this view.

Taking the death of the Yellow King as a lesson, Aforgomon decided to use the shared consciousness to infuse himself and confront the enemy head-on in the strongest form.

The plan is to first destroy the cities where the followers of the God of Light live, weaken the enemy, and then...

Cthulhu narrated the whole story carefully, and then said: "If the great lord wants to fight the God of Light, we are willing to infuse you with consciousness and power again."

"It's a good idea, but it's too stupid to execute. Why do we have to choose to fight head-on?"

Tavel taunted mercilessly and opened the door in front of him.

"I now fully understand how powerful the enemy is, and it is no longer something that can be solved by direct combat.

I choose another way to fight, to destroy the enemy from within."

He stepped into the doorway, and the temple echoed with the words left behind: "Notify the other Void Lords to restrain their followers, so that the natives of this universe cannot sense our presence, otherwise they will inevitably let down their guard."

When Tavier appeared again, he had already set foot on the land of Farouk's Kingdom.

He retracted the light on his body and merged into the gray mist.

This is the area of ​​Kronborg City, which is quite far away from the area of ​​Shattrath City and is his first target.

A patrol team rode wildebeests through the gray fog. Their armor and the armor on the wildebeests emitted a faint glow, making it impossible for the gray fog to get close.

No one noticed that a cloud of gray mist entered the body of the deputy captain at the end of the team.

The knight's expression froze for a moment, then a wicked smile appeared on his face, and his barely audible whisper dissipated in the wind: "My name is Sandro, and I am a member of the Third Squadron of the Silver Dawn Force of Kronborg City to support the advance team.

Well, Kronborg, are you ready to welcome me?"

At the same time, Klauen in Shattrath City sensed that the golden light seed in his sea of ​​consciousness had dimmed.

He knew that another user of the Golden Light Dao Seed had died in battle, and this kind of thing happened frequently.

(End of this chapter)