Chapter 3258: The Shadow of Faraines (Twenty-Nine)

Chapter 3232 The Gloom of Faraines (Twenty-nine)

"Nya, you..."

Before Schiller could curse, he found that the originally red blood surface began to flash green light, blue and green intertwined and merged, becoming like the last point of the ocean light disappearing in the deep sea.

The horrible whisper echoed in the small space, and Schiller heard a slight friction sound in his ears, like the sound of wet and smooth skin passing through water plants, which made him feel dizzy and nauseous.

The book in front of him cracked, the pages melted into the water, a complete lake unfolded, and a huge monster was gradually rising from the bottom of the lake.

Schiller endured the severe pain in his head and remembered the name he had just heard in the whisper - Cthulhu's knight "Otum".

Tentacles stretched out from the lake, and a huge head with countless tentacles on both sides was floating from the lake. The skin was gray-green with holes, and there was a big golden eye in the center that kept turning. There were layers of tiny tentacles and teeth in the vertically split mouth below.

This was not a cultist at all. Schiller realized that this was the Knight of Cthulhu, the Old One, Otum!

"Oh." The voice of the Transcendent sounded in Schiller's ears, "Didn't you all come out of that room? Why did you summon it again?"

Because of the severe headache and dizziness, Schiller couldn't speak at all. Humans couldn't face any of the Old Ones directly, and the effect of the old seal was minimal.

Fortunately, it soon entered the first round, and Schiller was finally able to withdraw from his original feelings.

He let out a long breath, resisted the urge to curse at Naya, and asked the Transcendent: "The final boss you designed is Autumn?"

"Yes, I can't really let you fight Cthulhu, right?"

Schiller suddenly recalled that he thought the book was attached to the evil spirit of a cultist, but it was because Naya told him that the book was alive and that a cultist sacrificed everything to form this book.

Naya, this dead liar!

Schiller felt that Naya might not be lying, but he didn't tell the whole truth. Maybe there was indeed a cultist who sacrificed himself and used his skin to sew this book, but the biggest danger hidden in this book was not a cultist at all, but Autumn!

When certain conditions are met, the Old One Autumn will be summoned, and the final boss battle designed by the Transcendent is also against this Cthulhu Knight.

There is very little information about Autumn, but it is mentioned in the book that Cthulhu occasionally contacts this Old One, especially when he is angry.

Schiller understood that Autumn was Cthulhu's secretary and best friend, and Cthulhu would complain to him when he had any troubles.

But the above records were all, only recording Autumn's private life, and not mentioning his appearance and abilities, which put Schiller in a very dangerous situation.

"What do you think is my chance of winning this battle?"

"Haha, zero." The Transcendence was very straightforward.

But as if afraid of being misunderstood as gloating, the Transcendent explained, "In this case, if all of you are present and have collected more than 80% of the important props in this game, there is about a 70% chance of winning."

"Winning means?"

"Expel him."

"What about the probability of loss of personnel?"

"100%."

The Transcendent paused and said, "According to the style of Cthulhu Mythos, humans cannot fight against the horror in the depths of the stars. Otum is a secondary Old One who can barely fight, but can only be expelled, and someone needs to make a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice means?"

"Sacrifice your soul and become Otum's follower. This will help you delay some time, and then use the Old Seal to drive him away."

Schiller probably understood that they should need to find the Old Seal and the method of using the Old Seal in the process of the game, and then in the final battle, one person will stand up and sacrifice himself to delay time, and the others will set up the formation to drive Otum away to win.

Now Schiller got the old seal, but his method of using it was obviously superficial. It was okay to disgust the deep divers, but it was ineffective for Autumn.

But now he was alone, and it was impossible for him to sacrifice himself to delay time. Besides, he didn't have a better way to use the old seal, and delaying time would not drive Autumn away.

Schiller sighed.

But fortunately, although they didn't follow the process, they got the clearance treasure chest in the captain's room without clearing the customs, that is, the small sculpture weapon and golden honey wine.

Schiller looked down at the bottle in his hand, uncorked it without hesitation, raised his head and swallowed the golden wine.

In an instant, the effect of the golden honey wine was activated, and Schiller felt a warmth bursting from his chest.

Those colors that represented horror faded and turned into dreamy colors, orange, red and yellow intertwined, like the sunset on the west coast.

In just a few seconds, Schiller seemed to see the entire process of the earth's development from a barren land to modern society. He saw alien flying saucers, dancing dogs in skirts, Broadway drama performances, and various dance music in his ears, which was cheerful and lively.

The symptoms of dizziness and tinnitus completely disappeared, and breathing was no longer so difficult. It was as if he was drunk in a beautiful dream.

I don't know how long, Schiller felt that someone was shaking him.

"Schiller! Schiller! Wake up! Are you okay?"

Schiller woke up suddenly and saw Batman squatting on his side, shaking his body.

Schiller's consciousness was still a little hazy, until he drilled into the nasal cavity, making him completely awake.

He sat up from the ground, feeling his alcohol, looking down at the bottle in his hand, and a few seconds before reacting what happened before he reacted.

"I'm fine." He said, feeling that his voice was a little dumb, and he cleared his throat again.

"What did you encounter?"

"Old dominant ... forget it, when did you come here?"

"Just now, I saw you lying on the ground, holding the bottle of wine in your hand, and that book was thrown over there."

Schiller found that Batman's eyes found that "Water God Katayat" was not destroyed, and he was lying so quietly on the ground, as if everything was just his hallucination.

But Schiller knew that it was not that the disaster of the fleet twice was the advent of the old dominated Ortham.

Schiller sat upright, took a deep breath, and resumed his brain. He said: "Just something happened, the old dominant came, and I drank it for self -protection. Sample?"

"I was withdrawn a little later, and I conflicted with a few churches. I was hurt, but it was not serious."

Then Batman took a bag, and he returned Schiller's gun to him and said, "I have been transformed by this gun. You can play from here and can make normal aiming and launch."

"I transformed the electric baton again, and the safety increased significantly. I tried it on the church people. The lethality was not bad."

"Are you injured?"

"Yes, they have been professional training and have guns." Batman nodded and said, "My calves hit a shot, but after getting rid of the danger, I took out the bullet and bandaged. Not big.

Batman took out some foods and water from the bag. They replenished them in place. Schiller said, "Naya, you come out, let's talk about it."

Please collect books!

Naya didn't say a word.

"You should be clear that everyone can write this thing." Schiller's tone implied a threat, and he said, "If you continue to be silent, I will do your default and send out our chat history."

"I just didn't expect you to be so simple." Naya said, "It seems you really hate mental disorders."

"I really hate mental abnormality, but in this case I don't drink, it is not a matter of mental abnormality. I will die for ugly. This is all to worship you."

"But all this can be avoided. It is not difficult to read a novel for you."

"But this novel was written by Constantin, and you were written. The lethality of the two more than Bruce's thesis is normal. It is normal to not read it."

"You have great prejudice to both novel authors and me."

"And your actions confirmed my prejudice."

"So don't you plan to watch?"

"If I don't watch, do you still plan to continue your action?"

Naya was silent again.

At this time Batman suddenly said, "Maybe you can see."

"Why?"

"I can't stand the bad things that the two of them say you in my mind." Batman said: "They say you are not in the oil and salt, it is unreasonable ..."

"Is this the attitude of asking for someone?"

"You said this is a fair transaction," Naya replied.

"Do you do business?"

"I have no intention of confronting you in words, you can only see how you look at it."

"It's because you always fall into the wind in words." Schiller snorted, "You count on me, it's not so easy to go."

"I can give you some compensation."

"What compensation?"

As soon as Schiller's voice fell, he heard a crisp sound behind him. He looked back and found that it turned out to be a bottle of red wine.

He picked up red wine and handed it to Batman. Batman turned the bottle and looked at it, and then said, "It's a good wine."

"Is this only this? I'm not so arrogant as it is so confused."

"You can identify it."

Schiller was suspicious. He picked up red wine and launched the Csuchu mythical skills, and soon learned the information about the bottle of red wine.

"Naya's compensation gift: A bottle of golden wine of the golden year exudes a seductive aroma. After drinking, it will reduce the mental health value of 100%, fall into an endless illusion state, and cannot be awakened."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly, good guy, pure poison, this is not pretending.

He told Batman about this effect, but Batman said, "It is poison for others, but it is not for you."

Schiller has also reacted, and it is also that normal people are directly crazy when they see the bottom, but after Sille's wisdom bottoms, there is still a second stage.

For ordinary people, the state of endless illusion is basically equivalent to getting on the direct vehicle to heaven, but after Schiller's rational lighting, it will fall into an illusion, so this negative state is about to him equivalent to him. No.

In other words, this is a bottle of Schiller that can drink, but anyone else can't drink special poison.

Schiller immediately thought of the usage of this thing.

From the few words of the black man and the inference of a series of clues, Schiller felt that this so-called great prophet Gad must be a pretender.

What pretender would refuse to drink a cup with the enemy?