CH 47

A small boat slowly sailed through the dense mist, a human in a black robe rowing the oars, fishing up several corpses floating on the sea’s surface.

These were sinners, sacrilegious people not loved by the Lord.

Several other boats nearby had cultists performing the same actions.

More than a dozen corpses were floating in the coastal waters, giving people a strong visual shock.

Looking at this appalling scene, the cultists remained unmoved and methodically performed their duties.

Obviously, their job was to retrieve the bodies and return to the island with the surviving offerings.

The red-haired woman curled up in the corner of the boat, her clothes soaked and her face pale.

Just a moment ago, a newcomer who was traveling with her was sucked into the ocean by impossibly huge waves.

The other two reincarnators she relied on were on another boat, so right now she was surrounded only by dead bodies and some poor, grimy slum-dwellers. This made her unbearably anxious.

She was from a small world and this was the first time she was going on a mission. Although she dedicated herself to a strong reincarnation senior and was therefore protected by them, she still felt incomparable fear at this moment.

The closer she got to the island ahead, the more terror welled in her body.

It was a fear that came from the depths of the soul, as if there was a great existence on that island that human beings could never win against.

She trembled unconsciously, her formerly bewitching face appearing distorted and ugly.

She’d heard of the myths and legends about Cthulhu. It was an existence that humans could not comprehend. It is said that the deeper you explore, the deeper you fall, and the easier death would find you.

It was an inexplicable fear.

She regretted wanting to do this task!

Soon, the boat was beached, and cultists dragged out the crying woman.

"You people are sacrifices for my Lord! Desperately ask for forgiveness! My Lord will send you back to your eternal hometown——" A cultist with a staff stood before the living and also dead sacrifices, chanting and praying piously.

The hoarse, low voice contained a shaking power.

With the end of the prayer, the red-haired woman screamed desperately with her hands on her head, heart destroyed by terror, breaking down completely.

The reincarnator with fluffy, lion’s mane-like hair stood up, indifferently watching the cultist disappear. He turned around and witnessed the red-haired woman’s collapse, and immediately spat impatiently: "Is this a mental breakdown? You’re such a waste!"

As a matter of course, the reincarnators abandoned the woman on the beach.

With the beach being overtaken by screams, the three surviving reincarnators quickly ran into the woods on the edge of it.

***

The ship’s speed had reached its cap, causing numerous white waves along the way.

Facing Zhou Yu's momentum, Antonio didn’t dare show his anger, only bowing his head in silence and letting his plan be disrupted.

What else could he do?

This damn native! He has a good-looking face and great amount of f*cking power, but his damned brain is full of water! Damn it! Just how much of a death wish do you have?

Zhou Yu, who stayed on the bridge to supervise, naturally noticed something weird.

The sea was too calm.

There were no large waves, and the animals had disappeared, the sea’s surface as calm and flat as a mirror.

Zhou Yu frowned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the mist in the distance.

What will be in the fog?

As soon as he thought about it, the mist in the distance dissipated, revealing an ocean as tranquil and beautiful as sapphire, and an island full of green in the distance.

The helmsman looked at his Lord God watch with a dull look.

This, what the hell is this? Shouldn't they encounter a storm and then a submerged reef on this route?

But after sailing all the way, the storm was nowhere in sight and the reef was nowhere to be seen. Now the fog was moving out of the way, and you could directly see Laleille Island, which was said to be really really hard to find! He must be having an extremely long dream!

Zhou Yu saw the familiar island, and although it was a little strange that its appearance was a little off from the island in his visions, he was sure that this was the Laleille Island from the plot.

"Land!" Zhou Yu ordered the helmsman to move closer to the island, feeling a little confused.

It's really strange, why did he feel that this island was very safe?

It's as if the island was covered in the aura of a very familiar person, and that person would never hurt him.

Is it Franken?

Zhou Yu noticed the ship pulling alongside the shore, and immediately casted a spell, summoning a pair of wind wings behind him and quickly flew to the island.

He ignored the panic-stricken crew and Outsiders, carefully scanning the surroundings.

The sand near the shore was permeated with the strong smell of blood, and the bloody remains stained the sea water a crimson red.

Fragments of limbs without their bodies scattered on the beach can easily make people imagine how wretched the scene was when it happened.

Zhou Yu's eyes swept across this ruby-tinged beach, looking at the woods not far away as well as the tallest mountain.

A picture flashed back in his head again: dark clouds, and on the highest mountain, a strange altar, a dying monster.

There!

Zhou Yu chanted a spell to aid his flight, and in a blink of an eye left the shore and plunged deep into the unknown island.

"Hey! Hey! Lord Caster!——Damn!" Antonio called out to this valiant native, finally watching his back speed away relentlessly, and couldn’t help swearing with a vicious expression.

This white-eyed wolf! How could he just abandon the ship? What on earth did I hire him for? What a jerk! Look at that arrogance! I don't know what he’s like in private, ne! (S: White-eyed Wolf, means that you’re an ungrateful little sh*t)

In his heart, he cursed the native who couldn’t tell good from bad. Antonio then shouted at the rest of the men: "Get off the boat! Why are you still just standing there? Don't you know it's very dangerous here?"

The crew of ordinary people was very sensitive to the ominous aura on the island and they became emotionally unstable. A few people even started to fight because of a little quarrel and the boat turned chaotic, Antonio even got the urge to commit homicide.

Only Song Hang and the other two reincarnators remained clear-headed, disembarking next to Antonio and waiting for orders.

Some of the adventurers they hired also fought with the crew, they’d obviously already lost their rationality. Antonio didn’t bother about these trash and left with the remaining adventurers.

These weak-willed guys, they deserve to gradually go crazy due to the influence of Cthulhu's divine power.

According to the plot in the movie, there would come about another wave of monsters here. This group of crazy people would be their meal. He has no time to save these indigenous people.

As Antonio expected, a group of distorted and ugly monstrosities soon appeared on the mirror-like ocean, climbing into the ship and wantonly killing.

Before the massacre was over, a giant steamship appeared off the coast of Laleille Island.

The handsome blond man stood on the deck and looked at this mysterious island with excitement, shouting, "It's really God blessing me. We didn't encounter even a storm along the way! Incredible!"

As soon as his words fell, the originally calm sea began to toss, the waves rolled, and the entire ship swayed uncontrollably.

Something was coming up from the seabed.

Above, in the sky, the wind howled and the temperature plummeted.

At the weirdly ancient altar, a cultist knelt and prayed frantically.

As he prayed, the sky changed, the wind raging, but the torches on the altar remained motionless, no shift in the flames.

In the center of the altar, the huge and ugly monster had lost consciousness, all the blood in his body drained, and his pain disappeared, as if he had really become a true corpse.

He didn’t want to leave this world, the world in which the Creator lived, to become a trivial fragment of the evil god.

But, weak as he was, he couldn't resist the pull at all.

The monster opened his eyes slightly, and the original cyan had turned into a dull, empty sapphire, no more light to be seen.

It was a pity that he didn't get to see his favorite Creator again until he returned to darkness.

He never said to the Creator, “I love you”, he didn't know if the Creator's feelings for his monster were of disgust, and how long it would take for the Creator to forget he even existed at all...

He, was not reconciled ...

At the last moment of his life, he thought he vaguely saw his Creator, and he just barely lifted the corners of his mouth, revealing his usual “smile”.

Even if it was a hallucination, it was great, since he got to see the Creator again.

"No——Franken! Feng Xing!" Zhou Yu, relying on spells all the way, saw the silent Franken on the altar at a glance.

The spells in Zhou Yu's hands sputtered out. He cut a somewhat sorry figure as he landed, helpless and distraught, no longer having an aura of indifference like when he was facing the Outsiders.

His lover was dead.

Franken, or rather, Feng Xing? Dead ... died in front of me...

Why did it happen this way, that as soon as he was clear on his lover’s identity, he disappeared in front of him.

It must be because he was so useless, he didn't recognize Feng Xing! He was the one who killed Feng Xing! It was all his fault ...

Zhou Yu's mind drifted away, and he fell into a thick self-loathing.

Several cultists by the altar were killed by a spell. He staggered to the side of Franken's body, tears falling as he sobbed.

"I'm sorry——I’m sorry! Feng Xing ... please ... don't leave me!" Zhou Yu choked as he hugged Franken's corpse, trembling hands touching Franken's cheek, dreaming that he could wake up.

Even though he could already clearly feel that the body under the palm of his hand had become ice-cold.

This being that was completely different from human beings, was drained of every drop of blood in his body. His skin had shrivelled up and his flesh lost its warmth. The huge corpse looked extremely terrifying.

Zhou Yu's eyes became dark and gloomy, his expression fragile, broken sobs intruding into his speech.

"Franken, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have treated you so coldly. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you...... I love you."

He regretted that he didn't recognize his Feng Xing.

He kept speaking of love, but in the end he couldn't even recognize his lover, it was really hypocritical.

People like him might deserve it, so the heavens punished him and took away his favorite person.

Zhou Yu felt his heart tearing, tears still dripping, his face numb to the point of losing his expression.

Rumble——

The mountain peak was shaking and the gravel crackled as they fell.

Zhou Yu hugged Franken, looking back at the source of the earthquake — from deep in the sea.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and the rain poured down.

There was a sound in the deep, and a vortex that appeared out of nowhere covered a large area of ​​the water near Laleille Island. The ships docked by the island were shattered to pieces.

The sounds from the sea depths were getting louder and the sea’s surface was becoming more and more unstable.

Boom——

The waves crashed from the sound’s impact, and all humans on the island looked up at the darkening sky, an incredible sight filling their vision.

Huge tentacles stretched out of the sea and saltwater rained down, half of the island washed away by the overflowing tsunami.

Along with the heavy rain and thunder and lightning, the atmosphere and momentum from ancient times infected everyone who saw this scene. Even the poor souls who’d never touched the realm of the gods and didn’t know what the gods were, they naturally knew the identity of the existence before them—— It was the Supreme God, Cthulhu the Eternal Ruler.

"This is trouble, Cthulhu was awakened." The reincarnator with fluffy, lion’s-mane hair was a little stupefied, staring at the image more thrilling than in the movie and muttering to himself.

Antonio struggled to climb higher to avoid the tragic ending of being drowned in seawater.

He looked at that huge tentacle, his expression becoming even more insane. Obviously, his willpower wasn’t that strong, as he’d long lost his sense of reason because of the divine power scattering over the island.

"Ha ha ha, die, Andrew! Let’s see you get away this time!"

Zhou Yu raised his deathly-still gaze and looked at the scene in the distance, and whispered the name of the god: "Cthulhu."

Let’s welcome death together ba, you only deserve death, demonic being.