Chapter 73
Before today, Miel's impression of slime was—
It comes in a transparent gel-like form and may or may not be colored. If it is colored, it is usually light in color.
Although they do not have a fixed shape, their surface is smooth and their individuals are distinct. They can move by crawling or jumping, and they give people an overall cute feeling.
However, the slime in his sight, which Cthulion called "Shoggoth"—
Black masses of varying sizes and shapes, sometimes merging and sometimes splitting, with countless green glowing eyes scattered randomly.
Eyes can move freely on the body, disintegrate like grease under high temperature, or gather together like a school of fish competing for food. It is impossible to understand whether they are a whole or a group composed of countless individuals.
In short, Miel felt unknown, horrible, and his scalp tingled.
But Leon said these things called him master.
"Can they talk?" Miel asked tentatively.
He could only hear a sound similar to "tickly". At first he was not even sure whether it was their cry, but thought it was the sound made by their disorderly bodies squirming and colliding.
As if in response to Miel's question, all the Shoggoths began to gather in one place, condensing into several tentacles that intertwined with each other, and making more "tickly"-like sounds.
Unlike Cthulhu's distinct tentacles, these tentacles intertwine and merge with each other, making it impossible to tell how many there are.
They struggled to form a slender human figure, but it toppled over because it couldn't keep its balance.
After a while, their lower parts were still tentacles fused into a mass, but their upper parts became more human-like.
She looked like a woman in a black nun's robe.
It retained the black color of the rest of the body, even retaining the green glowing eyes on its tentacles, leaving only the woman's face with a healthy complexion. She opened a pair of ordinary, black eyes and spoke in a voice that was almost human, but very childish: "Miel, our master."
She had the face of an adult woman, but used a loli voice to call out Miel's name.
Miel got goosebumps all over his body and didn't respond.
The nun in front of him, who he didn't know whether to regard as one or a group, raised the corner of his lips: "Miel, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Miel, give us orders."
"Miel Akunela."
"Miel, Miel, Miel."
Multiple voices spoke at once, overlapping each other in a maddeningly noisy cacophony.
Finally, Miel couldn't stand it anymore: "Quiet!"
The Shoggoths kept their mouths shut.
The tentacles in the lower part continued to wriggle, gradually forming a more complete human shape in the process.
Miel decided to get some information from Leon first: "Why do they call me master? What is their relationship with the Yis people?"
If there was anything about him that was worthy of being targeted by these unknown creatures, it was only the soul power he inherited from his mother, that is, the power of the Yis people to travel through time and space.
However, Leon responded, "I don't think they're related to the Yith. Shoggoths are slaves and construction tools created by the 'Ancients.' The Ancients, though I don't know exactly what to call them, are a highly intelligent and technologically advanced race, just like the Yith. Perhaps you have some connection to the Ancients?"
"But my mother is an Is, and my father is a high elf." Miel frowned. "Now they are both dead. Not only are there no bodies, but even a hair can't be found. Even if we want to investigate..."
He was halfway through his words when he thought of Ina.
Ina's soul is the incarnation of Naya, but Ina's body was created from the bodies of Bros and Miphiel. Perhaps we can find some clues?
No, if that's the case, why didn't the Shoggoths recognize Ina as their master?
So the answer has nothing to do with his body or bloodline, but with his soul.
Is his mother really Islamic?
"Is it possible for the ancients to master the power of traveling through time and space?" Miel asked tentatively.
"If you're asking 'is it possible?' then the answer is of course 'yes,'" Leon responded. "The Yith's ability to travel through time and space isn't innate, but rather etched into their souls through extensive study. Any race possessing the wisdom and knowledge of the Yith could potentially master the same power."
"Then I understand."
Miel thought about it and realized that "Is people" was information he had investigated in another timeline, but this information was not necessarily accurate.
The only thing he could be sure of now was that he possessed the power to travel through time and space, and that this power was trapped in him in a special way, preventing him from using it freely and allowing him to passively resurrect infinitely.
As to whether this power comes from the Islamic people, it has never been confirmed.
Perhaps his mother was an ancient being with the wisdom of the Yith?
But now, Miel has more important issues to worry about.
He looked at the Shoggoth, who was becoming more and more like a nun, and asked "her", or "them": "Are you from the sewers?"
Could these things be the monsters in the sewers of Yuecheng?
The Shoggoth's answer was, "Yes."
Before he finished speaking, another voice rang out: "We like dark and humid places."
Halfway through the conversation, another voice said, "We once built a city underwater, but now..."
“After the earthquake, it was destroyed.”
“We want to rebuild it, but…”
“No one gave us orders.”
“I forgot how to build…”
"We need you, Miel, our master."
The voices were different, but all quite childish, as if several young children were competing to speak.
Miel probably understood that these creatures called "Shoggoths" did not have much thinking ability, memory ability and subjective initiative, and needed humans to control them.
But: "Why me? I am asking, why do you recognize me as Lord?"
The Shoggoths squirmed and thought for a moment before answering:
"Someone told us that our master is on the way to reclaim us..."
"She has a similar aura to her master."
"But she's not the master."
"We do feel the Master's presence..."
"Miel, you are our master."
Miel: ...
"She", "similar breath".
It's you again, Nyarlathotep.
Miel was no longer surprised by this and asked calmly, "Why attack people entering the sewers?"
The Shoggoth's body swayed and his facial expression twisted, as if he was imitating human "confusion" and "grievance".
“Not us…”
"We didn't attack."
"There's something else in the sewer..."
"Very dangerous stuff."
"It ate us."
“Then, it became us.”
Miel:?
Miel looked at Leon, asking for his help - what kind of thing could actually eat a creature like a Shoggoth... and even turn into a Shoggoth?
Leon met his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know everything."
What he meant was that he couldn't answer the question.
Miel turned his gaze back to the Shoggoth, who continued to chatter away:
"It didn't kill us."
"The us inside it can still talk to us."
"We tried to escape."
“But I fail every time…”
"It eats us over and over again."
"It's terrible, terrible, terrible."
Miel: ...
Even creatures like Shoggoths find it scary, so what is in the sewers?
Will Lorne be in danger?
Because Cthulhu is an old man and always thinks he can do anything, Miel did not give him the alchemical fire in the ring, and now he feels a little regretful.
Naa, Shub, Yog—there are countless unknown beings more powerful than Cthulhu. Cthulhu's strength is only relative to ordinary people like them, just like humans are to ants. But even among humans, there are differences in strength.
Just as Miel was hesitating whether to take the alchemical fire to the sewer to find Lorne, accompanied by a sound like shattering glass, the door opened and Lorne walked in.
Miel's worry turned to depression in an instant: "...Why do you use the knocking technique even when you enter your own room?"
"Because it's faster this way." Lorne answered Miel's question first, then narrowed his eyes at the uninvited guest in the room, "My wings, is this how you protect our agents?"
Miel noticed that after merging with Hyrum, Cthulhu would occasionally refer to all of his incarnations as "we" rather than "I."
To some extent, his understanding of himself might be similar to that of a Shoggoth...
On the contrary, Miel now tries his best to treat all of Cthulhu as a whole.
Leon didn't respond. He got up from the bed, flew towards Loen, and merged with him in an instant.
Having gained Leon's memories, Lorne decisively skipped the topic and flew over to sit next to Miel, sharing with him what he had discovered in the sewers: "The Shoggoths are right. It's not them who kill people in the sewers, but a kind of monster that devours all life. They not only devour Shoggoths, but also the rats, frogs, fish, and insects in the sewers. Of course, there are also humans and elves who enter the sewers."
"Alchemical fire cannot harm them. In fact, they are immortal, and anything they devour cannot die."
"What do you mean?" Miel couldn't understand what "unable to die" meant.
It seems that this is not the same concept as his ability to be resurrected infinitely. Is it that even the concept of "death" itself has been erased?
Cthulhu thought for a moment before responding, "The phrase 'immortal' might not be accurate. The bodies and souls of the devoured beings were torn apart, but only torn apart. The devoured flesh cannot decay, and the soul cannot disappear. It exists forever within the monster."
Both body and soul are torn apart, but unable to disappear from this world?
Mier's scalp went numb with fear just by imagining it.
Miel: "...Cthulhu can't handle this monster?"
Cthulhu: "They cannot be killed, but perhaps they can be sealed. The prerequisite is to find their source first - the source of the impulse that makes them hunt for life everywhere. And I already know where it is."
After a pause, he said, "The slaves you are looking for are also there."
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