Chapter 931 Hastur and Saro Duran

The "Spear of the Dead Sea" is a demi-artifact that uses the head and spine of a god as its main material. Even though that god has just entered the realm of a true god, even though that god is only a true god who absorbs the power of faith, he is still a god after all. True gods, the semi-artifacts made by their gods, naturally have completely different powers.

The water vapor filled with the breath of death pierced out along with the spear, turning into a hideous and painful human face, roaring silently at the skeleton body wrapped in carrion.

But seeing this ferocious and painful human face rushing forward, it instantly hit the carrion skeleton body, and the water vapor filled with death quickly corroded the carrion, making the carrion gradually stop moving. In the end, it turned into lifeless and powerless ashes and scattered.

Screaming and backing away, this unfinished avatar belonging to Sorantia doesn't have the power of Sorantia, and he probably only has the strength of a demigod. When his body has not yet fully grown, he can't deal with the transformation head-on. Aesop holding a demi-artifact for hell's monarch form!

Without any hesitation, this demigod clone of Sorantia immediately turned around and jumped into the huge hole on the ground behind him. There is a special environment below which can isolate the will of the main material world. As long as he can enter it, he can be guaranteed Without being disturbed by the main material world, he successfully recovered his complete body.

However, seeing Sorantia's avatar flee and jump in, a golden halo spread, making Sorantia's movements extremely slow, jumping down towards the hole on the ground little by little.

At this time, Al appeared on the edge of the hole, holding the head of the 'Key of Time' tightly with both hands, and manipulating the 'Key of Time' with a solemn expression to resist the resistance of Sorantia's clone.

At this time, Avenlin and Solangoya in human form rushed towards Sorantia's clone temporarily restrained by Al.

Seeing that their attack was about to hit Sorantia's avatar, a breeze suddenly blew up, and a hooded yellow cloak suddenly appeared between Sorantia and Avenlin. Under the breeze, the tattered yellow cloak immediately swelled up, and the hood slowly lifted up, revealing a face wrapped in the same old bandages from under the hood, two dim eyes The back of the bandage lights up, looking at Evan Riel and Solangoya.

Seeing the existence that suddenly appeared in front of them, neither Evan Liner nor Solangoya hesitated, and the power accumulated in their hands blasted out one after another, toward the yellow cloak.

However, the moment they shot, a large number of tentacles suddenly stretched out from under the yellow cloak, obliterating all the energy shot by Evan Liner and Solangoya.

At the same time, a pair of wide yellow sleeves suddenly protruded from both sides of the yellow cloak. The wide cuffs were bulging, and a pair of sharp claws wrapped in white bandages stretched out from them.

Waving towards Evan Liner and Solangoya, a faint yellow gust of wind was stirred up, sweeping with confusing thoughts.

Neither Avenliner nor Solangoya dared to touch this weird gust of wind easily. They retreated immediately to avoid the gust of wind, but because of this, they completely lost the opportunity to attack Solantia's clone.

At the same time, the bandage-covered face in the yellow cloak just glanced at Al, and Al spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and retreated quickly with bleeding from his seven orifices, and sat down on a boulder. Just a look, almost completely collapsed Al's mental state.

Without Al's maintenance, Solangoya's avatar returned to normal. He looked at the yellow cloak floating beside him, and the head that had gradually turned into Sorantia's appearance said to him: "The Unspeakable One ... Hastur!"

"Sorantia, the Lord of Billions of Glory, has heard of his name for a long time, and take me to say hello to Lord Nyarlathotep."

"Hmph, then please also send my regards to Master Shabu Nicholas."

As soon as these two sentences were uttered, both Sorantia and Hastur understood one thing, that is, both of them were the same, they both betrayed their father god and mother god, and they were just Because of this, they have the possibility of cooperation.

"Very well, since you, Sorantia, want to survive in this world just like me, then I think we should have a lot of things to discuss."

"Of course, but before that, I think we should get rid of those guys here first. Although you and I are just clones of the main body, we should be able to get rid of all the guys here."

"Of course, as long as they can be dealt with, only the dragons of Dragonscale Island and the wizards of the middle mainland will be left. As for the three continents in the east, west, and north, no one will be able to stop the recovery of our old gods!

When this place is resolved, you can go to Dragon Scale Island. As long as you kill all the dragons there, you can release the clone of Cthulhu who was suppressed and sealed under Dragon Scale Island. At that time..."

Before Hastur finished speaking, an old voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"That time will never come, no matter which timeline, you will not be able to land on Dragonscale Island, because in all timelines, you will all die here!"

As the voice fell, a huge and ancient golden dragon appeared in mid-air, looking down at the clones of Sorantia and Hastur, the golden power of time radiated from him, and the power of time The phantom of the river appeared and disappeared around his body, constantly flowing.

At this time, seeing the appearance of the golden dragon, Solangoya smiled and said to him, "Saluo Duran, you are late."

"Hehe, I'm not late. You said that I arrived before things got worse. Now that I'm here, things haven't gotten worse. How can you say that I'm late?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it now. The two intact demigod-level old god clones, with us and you who are now greatly weakened in strength, I am afraid that there is no certainty that we can keep them here."

Listening to Solangoya's words, Saro Duran smiled slightly and said: "I said just now, in the many timelines I have seen, no matter what, they will not leave safely, at least one will die and one will be seriously injured In the end, even if we let go of our hands and feet, we can win."

"Heh, victory is possible, but if we want to win this victory, how many of us can survive?"