Henry VII...
Su Yue's memory was suddenly magnified by the scene at this moment. Henry was actually holding a pistol, and his proud neck did not appear too arrogant.
The air surrounding him, permeating the city of Karl in the clouds, seemed to engulf him in the clouds.
Su Yue asked, "Do you remember who I am?"
Henry slowly sat down and said, "Of course I remember."
"..."
Su Yue: "Then, who am I?"
Henry VII: "Destroyer of my empire!!" He suddenly raised his pistol and aimed it at Su Yue's head. The sight immediately drew a reaction from Elisa, the two children, and many guards beside him. Elisa screamed, while Su Yun and Su Yu were astonished, their bright, childlike pupils trembling.
Gregory's expression was unusually calm, as if he had anticipated this situation.
Henry's gun barrel rubbed against Su Yue's head.
He said, "Just kill me."
He used a question.
Henry VII, as the crown prince of the city of Calvary in the clouds, pulled the trigger with trembling right hand. Instantly, the firing pin was activated at a minute point, and Henry VII's fingerprints were deformed, like a truck crushing the land and sinking into the center.
Sparks flew from the gun barrel.
"Bang!"
The scene of Su Yue lying on his side on a chair outside the coffee shop with his head covered in blood was not shown.
Henry VII's pistol was tilted halfway.
The bullet mysteriously exploded in the barrel.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!!"
"Your Highness!"
The guards all aimed at Su Yue and ran from all sides. The scene made Elisa extremely nervous. She didn't understand why Su Yue would offend Prince Henry by going to the front line.
"Your Highness, should we take him to prison?"
Henry said, "No, no, there's no need to imprison him. Dying on the front lines is his best fate. You damned usurper, you've wasted all my efforts. I trusted you so much, but what have you done? You've become a traitor! Why did you attack my Batho Empire?"
"That's right, I did not do anything wrong by shooting him!!"
Su Yue suddenly laughed.
He burst into laughter, and two priests dressed in black robes appeared beside Gregory.
They had also seen many papal priests on the battlefield.
However, Su Yue did not see many priests or clerics in black robes.
At this moment, the bodies of the two priests seemed to be magnified, their towering figures looming over the city of Dukar in the clouds. Su Yue seemed to understand the situation at this moment.
He did not have an illness.
It wasn't that she encountered any mental problems, but rather that she was attacked.
As we all know, when humans encounter unavoidable and enormous trauma, their life instinct will subconsciously make them forget it in order to maintain their self-protection.
—"The Cthulhu Gods," "Lord of the Deep Space," "The Wind King," Hastur!!!
Su Yue suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky.
A colossal giant, as massive as the crimson light of the sun before a blazing sun, its towering shadows composed of crimson, gold, and pale yellow hues parting the clouds, seemed to be striding toward him.
The endless blazing sun carried with it a destructive force.
It seemed they intended to crush him on the spot in the rift between the [Turin World] and the [Island of Reality].
"husband……"
A massive energy barrier rose up above Cloud City.
The scene before Su Yue's eyes suddenly became real, then suddenly became unreal, and the next moment, nothing had happened.
Abraham appeared before him and said respectfully, “My lord, you need to win this war on the front lines.”
How much time do we have left?
Su Yue looked at Abraham.
"A year and a half."
Su Yue said, "I understand."
The priest stood in the shadows beside Pope Gregory. Su Yue looked at the figure of "the noble one" Gregory with some confusion. He was just sitting there sideways, yet he exuded a unique temperament and aura of the Holy See.
"Gregory?"
“In the world of Ducal, you should call me His Holiness the Pope, or Patriarch Gregorius I, the Ecumenical Patriarch.”
"!!!"
The black priest's robes were swept up by the fierce wind.
The towering, powerful priest seemed to have become Gregory's right-hand man. He pointed slightly towards the sky, and the enormous divine giant moved to the left.
Abraham, standing nearby, laughed and said, "I am the embodiment of the devil's cult."
Beside him, countless shadowy bats and their followers appeared, along with vampires, evil spirits, and devilish followers of the fourth and fifth tiers and above, all appearing at his side in an instant.
Su Yue stared in a daze at the scene in the sky.
What does this really mean?
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The fourteen-day leave at the front line passed quickly. In the trenches, Su Yue looked at the fleshy tentacles flying on his arms, the beggars by the roadside, the stoves on the ground, and the gun racks that had fallen to the side of the street and were still emitting flames, forming a battlefield footprint like a continuous mountain range.
A large number of enemy slaves of Duval, their faces like wax figures, began to melt.
There were seven or eight hunched-over monsters that looked like tree spirits.
They are drinking water by the river.
A priest from the city of Karl in the clouds said, "You despicable enemy, smash yourselves and get over here."
The grotesque monsters then pounced on the priest.
"Fire!!"
"Damn it, Duval's prisoners have turned into monsters."
Long branches pierced a person's pupils. Those branches looked like iron skewer made of steel, or like giant steel needles that had been lengthened and thickened. Once they pierced the body of a frontline soldier, they would cause inflammation or even a disease like tetanus.
"Monsters...why are there monsters on the front lines?!"
"Help! Corporal Su Yue, help!"
Seven or eight monsters, their figures blurred, seemed to transform into ice demons with ice crystals covering their bodies in an instant, and in another instant, they transformed into Quasimodo guarding the 24th tower of Notre Dame Cathedral, with blood-red tumors growing from their heads.
The tumors dripped with jaundice-like mucus, and the black, yellow, red, and purple bile mixed together emitted a strange meaty aroma. Su Yue clearly saw the bile spurting out from the heads—or rather, the foreheads—of the abscessed tumor monsters.
Large amounts of blackish-yellow bile and silt transformed the ground before him into a world resembling a watercolor or oil painting. The space and time he inhabited became blurred, meandering, and distorted.
The colors are fading into the distance, like millions of insects fleeing the migration of fish.
The tapeworm-like image twisted before Su Yue's eyes.
Sixteen limbs grew from Su Yue's arm, unleashing the power of the Cthulhu Mythos and the abilities of a demigod and a half-abyss demon.
The enemy is getting stronger.
Su Yue's power thus became even more extraordinary.
The tank's tracks left a rut beside him.
A bizarre scene of gunfire appeared beside Su Yue: "Charge!" "Charge!!"
The tree spirit's withered arm was seized by Su Yue's Cthulhu tumor and then slammed flat on the ground, into the chaotic mud, as the tree spirit's enemy prisoners screamed and wailed.
Duval's enemies have begun to mutate.
This world seems to be starting to become blurred and alienated.
Su Yue raised his head, puzzled, and asked, "Has something started to change? Where exactly is this place? Is it a barrier created by Hastur, the Wind King? Or is it a symbol of some strange power? Logically speaking, I should have already returned to the real world. I should have been intercepted and killed, and Lord Cthulhu Fortnite should have come to help me. Xerath should have come to help me too... Why haven't I seen any signs of them?"
"Where did Id Ya go?"
Evil gods are called evil gods because they are evil enough.
On the dark plains.
The cavalry regiment of over a thousand men behind Su Yue launched a fierce and tenacious charge towards the [Duval] monsters in the distance. Horses' legs were cut open, the warhorses grieved, and the knights on their backs bled profusely.
An endless torrent of steel, mixed with the shadows of tanks, is reflected in the gleaming cold light of the spurs.
Su Yue was also among the charging troops.
This time, he was no longer helpless; he had become a superhuman.
They were slaughtering the demon forces of [Duval] without restraint.
War seems to be an endless melody in the world.
If time is likened to the music played in a string quartet, then Su Yue is currently immersed in a string symphony called "war."
The sound of the piano seemed to be ringing in his ears.
The giant moon in the sky was also dripping, like wax, dripping some indescribable liquid.
That liquid produced an aura that drove people mad, depraved, and corrupted them.
At first, it was the enemy's lives that were changing.
Later, a private next to Su Yue also transformed into an Innsmouth man with a face covered in fish scales, carrying a short gun, and moving nimbly and swimming extremely fast. They charged forward without hesitation.
—Corruption: As a Cthulhu god, you can corrupt the creatures around you, transforming them into Cthulhu pantheon forces and amorphous generation abilities, naturally increasing your rank by 2 to 3 tiers (most likely 1 tier, with the possibility of failure).
The army is mutating.
The battlefield between Su and Yue became increasingly easier.
He is not viewed from the perspective of an "ordinary person".
It felt as if I had returned to the position of "Lord" and was participating in this battle to defend my soul against the outside world.
Throughout history, humanity has gone from the sublime to the destructive, like a shooting star falling from the sky.
The falling meteor burst into flames.
The falling star also has a corresponding metaphor in the Bible.
Abraham appeared before him.
At 7 p.m. sharp, a massive number of devil cultists launched a counterattack against the enemy. This offensive resulted in them breaking through and penetrating nearly 20 kilometers into the [Duval] army's lines.
At this moment, the war changed.
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