Chapter 879： dream and reality

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"Ahhh-!!"

Namor was so frightened that his shrill screams cut through the silence of the abyss.

The huge bloated and fat body like a mountain, the huge head that looks like an octopus, and the red eyes that are like stars, enough to burn out the soul, are deeply imprinted like a brand, the deepest part of his brain. in memory.

Just looking at it, the outline full of madness and distortion made his sanity almost collapse.

If he insisted on describing his current state, he was like a psychopath with a manic episode, his eyes were scarlet and violent, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Almost subconsciously, goosebumps erupted all over Namor's body. Holding the trident, he swept around for a week. With all the strength of his body, he stabbed back fiercely and abnormally, as if to stab the man in the opposite direction.

zheng~~~

The sharp trident blade was grasped by five slender fingers.

A familiar face came into Namor's eyes, and his calm eyes were mixed with some doubts, and he asked, "Namo, are you alright?"

Familiar voices and faces dragged Namor out of the abyss of madness, rationality gradually took the lead, the scarlet in the depths of his pupils faded, and then he could clearly see the surrounding environment.

They are in the middle of the abyss under the sea, and countless crushed flesh, mixed with viscous blood, dyes the nearby sea red.

All the Dagon clan chasing them were beheaded, including the largest Dagon.

That Dagon's neck was forcibly twisted off, leaving only a relatively complete head, staring at them with two huge green eyes, staring at them full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Wait... I... why am I here?!" Namor looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, the chaotic memory flashed in his brain, showing a painful expression: "I Remember...we're supposed to be in...the sunken city."

There are no sunken undersea cities, no weird structures twisting madly.

Not to mention the mountain-like, bloated, fat, disgusting octopus-head stitched monster.

The men did not lose consciousness either, the Dagon ethnic group chasing them was wiped out, and everything did not exist!

The terrifying abyss monster that happened in that sunken ancient ruin, as if all this was just his fantasy.

But...is that really a fantasy?

The image that remained deep in the brain, the crazy and distorted outline, made Namor wonder where the truth was.

"The sunken city?"

The man frowned slightly and said in surprise: "You have no problem with your mind, where did the sunken city come from?"

"No...not right! What the **** is going on?!"

A flash of pain flashed on Namor's face, his hands tightly clasped the roots of his hair, and his eyes were red: "I remember that shortly after diving into the abyss, you suddenly lost consciousness and became like a vegetative person, and then I took you to escape. , accidentally entered an underwater ruins."

But after he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong.

The man on the side showed surprise and astonishment, a complex look of doubt and shock, and even faintly dignified.

"What... what's wrong?" Namor's face stiffened, and he stuttered with an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Namo... Think about it again and make sure that the person who lost consciousness is really me?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone suddenly became much more solemn, as if he was verifying some kind of fact. .

Valley Foot </span> "Of course..."

As soon as Namor spoke halfway, the whole person was stunned, and the cold sweat was like a waterfall, and the 'swish' flowed out.

He is not a fool, not to mention that the meaning of the man's words is so obvious, how could he not understand it, Namor's face suddenly showed a look of stunned and shocked, and he said intermittently: "You mean... lose consciousness. The person, it's me from beginning to end?"

"You go ahead and talk about what happened later."

The man neither admitted nor denied it, just let him continue to describe what happened next.

"I remember... After you released the blood-colored shield, you suddenly lost consciousness." Namor recalled that memory painfully, and described his own experience in a trembling voice with lingering fears: " Then I ran with you and accidentally came to the underwater ruins."

"I swear in the name of Poseidon, the **** of the sea..."

"I've never seen in my life, such an ancient... and weird, crazy, ominous ruin."

"I even found the fossils of the Ediacaran biota. Damn, how could something that only appeared in the Cambrian period at least appear in an underwater ruin?!"

"Pause for a moment, can you describe the ruins?" The man interrupted Namor and asked.

"Sorry...I...I don't know what words to use to describe that crazy ruin."

Namor lowered his head in pain, several bloodshot eyes grew in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "The only thing I can describe it is... crazy, twisted, ominous, shrouded in stench and miasma, covered with moss Moss, and a city of strange rocks."

"The construction of the building is completely contrary to human geometry, the perception of space is distorted, and even for a moment, I can't tell whether I am walking up or down."

"The entrance to the city is a huge thorn-like stone pillar that is randomly stacked on top of each other."

"I followed your footsteps and explored deeper, and saw a stone tablet with... a crouching monster with an octopus-like head and two long and narrow wings behind it, bloated and bloated. The fat body, like some sort of gelatinous mass, exudes a sickening stench."

"Yes... that's right!"

Namor's voice became more and more urgent, and even mixed with a hint of madness, and his pupils were unknowingly dyed with a deep pitch black: "I remember the name of that city, and the name of that great god."

Great...God? !

The man frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized that Namor's current situation was not right. UU Reading

However, Namor suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar directly. Those dark and deep pupils seemed to contain extreme madness, staring straight at him: "In his palace Lalaiye, sleep forever. The Hou Ru of Cthulhu fell into a dream."

"Let go!"

The man frowned, his whole body surging with spiritual energy, trying to push Namor away.

But the result was somewhat unexpected. Instead of being pushed away by the spiritual force, Namor pushed him even further.

His strength was so great that the knuckles of his five fingers protruded, and he clenched his collar and flesh tightly, eager to insert it, so that the man was a little surprised for a while.

The black blood vessels burst out on Namor's face, and the dark and deep pupils were like abyss vortex, which attracted his soul madly, and the sound was similar to that of a demon, and the strange tone and words spit out from the stiff lips:

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"