MTL - I Created Mythic Revival-Chapter 58 Cthulhu descends

Standing in the center of the granite rock, Lu Chen stared at the sneaky and complicated patterns under his feet, turning a blind eye to the kneeling of these extreme fanatics around him.

Of course, in the eyes of those fanatics, their summoning ceremony has not yet been completed, and the rumored terrifying vision has not appeared on the stone platform, but even so, their enthusiasm has not diminished in the slightest.

It seems that they truly believe from the bottom of their hearts that what they do will definitely get a response from a great evil god.

And this sacrificial sacrifice full of evil was actually something that Lu Chen occasionally bumped into, but what really caught his attention was not these stinky believers who violated the bottom line of human ethics, but the mysterious patterns that seemed to be drawn with blood at will at their feet. .

After his observation and simple comparison, this completely unrefined ghost painting talisman actually has some similarities with the knowledge of the formation technique he obtained in the spar inheritance.

To put it simply, what this group of ignorant mortals who don't know anything is depicting is very likely to be a real and effective summoning formation.

Although there are still a lot of incomprehensibility, but it is also surprising enough.

Facing the unknown, chasing the source is Lu Chen's usual practice.

And one of the old men, who was wearing a black robe and leaning forward, was also lucky to be selected.

In the complex and pale memory world, this old man, who is over seventy years old, seems to be really just a "simple" believer.

Because even though this church, or group that worships the evil gods, is full of evil and chaos, as the helmsman and leader, the old man has never sacrificed for his own sake except occasionally killing people to dedicate to his great Lord. seek any personal gain.

If what he worships is not the evil god, but the Lord, this is definitely an existence comparable to the old pope.

But unfortunately, Lu Chen didn't care about these things, and he skipped a lot of useless memories until finally, they stopped on a yellowed sheepskin scroll!

Even if it was just a memory, Lu Chen could still feel the ancient aura emanating from it.

And when he saw the contents recorded through the old man's perspective, Lu Chen was sure that this world, once, really existed...

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"Don't move! Put your hands on the ground!"

"Everyone, stay where you are!"

"Don't move, or we'll shoot!"

At this moment, with a sudden loud noise of footsteps, from the surrounding dense forest, more than 20 police officers suddenly rushed out, each of them holding cold firearms and roaring in their mouths.

But from their trembling voices, it can be heard that these people are not at peace in their hearts.

As for the nearly 100 extremists, they were like a flock of migratory birds that were startled and fled in all directions.

All of a sudden, the sound of gunshots, shouting and screaming exploded in this untouched wilderness.

The fanatics in robes twisted their ugly and bloated bodies, trying to rush out of the encirclement, but were finally forced back by the cold guns.

And despite the chaos around him, Lu Chen still stood quietly on the rock in the center, as if everything was expected.

And it seems that no one has ever noticed that there is still a plain boy here.

The riot lasted for several minutes. With the weapons in their hands, the rushing police quickly controlled the scene.

The extremist believers, tightly bound by handcuffs, crouched together, surrounded by more than 20 police officers with guns, surrounding them nervously.

Looking at these morbid counterparts, most people's eyebrows show disgust.

And the head of the sheriff, looking at the bound corpses, spat fiercely at the headed old man, and scolded unhappily:

"Damn, in this world, how can there be scum like you, who use other people's lives to do some meaningless sacrifices, do you think it's a primitive society ten thousand years ago!?"

The sheriff became more and more angry, and then he simply kicked him directly. The old body couldn't bear the heavy kick at all, and fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing manner.

But even though it was very painful, the old man never let out a groan, letting the other party vent his anger.

"Huh, you guys, go to the scene to take a few more photos, and prepare to close the team!"

After expressing the bad anger in his heart, the sheriff was too lazy to continue dawdling with these scumbags and scum in front of him, and ordered the two of them to collect evidence for the scene, and then prepare to leave this place of resentment.

And when a policeman, holding a camera, turned the fire away, and came to the huge granite rock, Lu Chen, who had always been independent from the world, finally moved.

I saw that above his right hand, divine power suddenly began to roll and gather. Then, it turned into a streamer and shot directly into the rock formation under his feet.

The policeman, who was just about to take a photo, just fell on the line drawn with blood.

For a moment, the young policeman was stunned.

He can guarantee that in his short life, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has never seen such a disgusting and terrifying work.

Without any color palette, the illustrator just used the simplest brushstrokes to draw out this blasphemous and terrifying pattern, the shocking extreme morbid and unethical spiritual stench, and the pungent **** smell is even more intense and abnormal. .

Is this really something that one person can draw! ?

Just when the little policeman was in shock, a strange sound suddenly hit his eardrum!

He didn't know what it was, but he heard it, everyone heard it!

It's like the repentant ravings of the dead souls and the deceased, and it's like the low-spirited ridicule from hell.

That strange sound is constantly coming from the huge rock, no one knows what it is!

The policemen clenched their guns nervously, while the old man who fell to the ground and those extremist believers knelt down on the ground with fanatical eyes and kept reciting their ancient scriptures.

The sound in the rock became louder and louder, gradually covering the entire wilderness.

No one knows what it said, and can only roughly estimate the pitch of the sound, because it is not a sound that a human throat can make!

Just when fear has covered the hearts of the police, excitement and fanaticism have also filled the minds of the believers.

A strange red light suddenly lit up above those strange patterns. The little policeman who was just about to take a picture was so frightened that he took three steps back and sat down on the ground. The sanity in his eyes was gradually dissipating!

In the red light, under the watchful eyes of the police and the believers, a figure challenging the bottom line of life and trampling on the laws of the universe is slowly condensing in the light.

Old, ugly, and crazy!