The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3232 The Shadow of Faraines (29)

Chapter 3232: The Shadow of Faraines (Twenty-nine)

"Naya, you..."

Before Schiller could curse out loud, he found that the originally red surface of the blood began to flash green light. The blue and green colors intertwined and blended, becoming like the last point of the ocean's light disappearing into the deep sea.

The horrible whispers 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 open, 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 recalled the name he had just heard in the whisper - the knight of Cthulhu "Otum".

Tentacles stretched out from the lake, and a huge head with countless tentacles wrapped around both sides was floating up from the lake. The skin was gray-green with many pore-like protrusions, and in the center was a large golden eye that kept rotating. Inside the vertically cracked mouth below were layers of tiny tentacles and teeth.

This is not a cultist at all, Schiller realized, this is the Knight of Cthulhu, the Old One Otto!

"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?"

Schiller couldn't speak because of the severe headache and dizziness. Humans could not face any of the Old Ones directly, and the effect of the Old Seal was minimal.

Fortunately, the first round began soon and Schiller was finally able to pull himself out of his original feelings.

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

"Yeah, we can't really let you fight Cthulhu, right?"

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

Naya, you liar!

Schiller felt that Nayya might not be lying, but he just didn't tell the whole truth. There might have been 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 Otum!

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

There is very little information about Otum, except for a mention in the writings 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 whenever he had something bothering him.

But that was all the record said, recording only Autumn's private life, without mentioning a word about his appearance and abilities, which put Schiller in a very dangerous situation.

"What do you think my chances of winning this battle are?"

"Haha, Zero." The Transcendent was very straightforward.

But as if he was 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 that you can win."

"What do you mean by winning?"

"Expell him."

“What’s the probability of attrition?”

"100%."

The Transcendent paused and then said, "According to the style of Cthulhu Mythos, humans are unable to fight against the horrors deep within the stars. Otum is a secondary Old One who can barely fight against them, but can only be driven away, and someone needs to make a sacrifice."

"What do you mean by sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice your soul and become a follower of Ortum. This will help you buy some time, and then use the old seal to drive him away."

Schiller roughly understood that they should 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 would stand up and sacrifice himself to delay time, while the others would set up the formation and drive away Otum to win.

Now Schiller has obtained the old seal, but his method of using it is obviously superficial. It may be used to disgust the Deep Ones, but it is ineffective against 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.

Fortunately, although they did not follow the process, they got the clearance treasure chest in the captain's room without completing the game, which was the small sculpture weapon and golden mead.

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

Instantly, the effect of the golden mead took effect, and Schiller felt a warmth bursting out from his chest.

The colors that represented terror faded and were replaced by dreamy colors, with orange, red, and yellow intertwined together, 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 heard all kinds of dance music, cheerful and lively.

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

After an unknown amount of time, Schiller felt someone shaking him.

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

Schiller suddenly woke up and saw Batman squatting beside him, shaking his body.

Schiller's consciousness was still a little hazy until a hint of bloody smell entered his nose, waking him up completely.

He sat up from the ground, feeling drunk, and looked down at the bottle in his hand. It took him several seconds to realize what had happened.

"I'm fine," he began, feeling his voice grow hoarse, and cleared his throat.

"What happened to you?"

"Old One... Never mind. When did you come here?"

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

Schiller followed Batman's gaze and found that "Water God Ktayat" was not destroyed. It was just lying quietly on the ground, as if everything that had just happened was just his illusion.

But Schiller knew very well that it was not the case. The disaster that destroyed the fleet twice was the coming of the Old One Ortum.

Schiller sat up straight, took a deep breath, and let his brain work again. He said, "Something happened just now. The Old Ones came. I drank to protect myself. How are you doing?"

"I evacuated a little late and had a conflict with some people from the church. I was injured, but not seriously."

Then Batman came over with a bag, and he returned Schiller's gun to him and said, "I have modified this gun. You can load the bullet from here, and you can aim and shoot normally."

"I modified the electric baton and made it significantly safer. I tried it on people in the church and it was quite lethal."

"You are hurt?"

"Yes, they are professionally trained and have guns." Batman nodded and said, "I was shot in the calf, but after I got out of danger, I took out the bullet and bandaged it. It's not a big problem."

Batman took out some more food and water from the bag, and they replenished their supplies on the spot. Schiller said while eating, "Naija, come out, let's talk."

Naya said nothing.

"You should know that anyone can write a novel." Schiller's tone was threatening. He said, "If you continue to remain silent, I will take it as your consent that I have sent out our chat records."

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

"I do hate insanity, but in this case I'm not drinking. It's not a matter of insanity. I'm going to die horribly, and it's all because of you."

"But all this could have been avoided. Reading a novel wouldn't have been that difficult for you."

"But this novel was written by Constantine, and it's about you. The combined lethality of the two is almost greater than Bruce's thesis. It's normal that you don't want to read it."

"You are extremely prejudiced against both the author of the novel and me."

"And your actions just now confirm my prejudice."

"So you're not going to watch it yet?"

"If I don't look, are you going to continue your actions?"

Naya was silent again.

Then Batman suddenly said: "Maybe you can take a look."

"why?"

"I can't stand them both saying bad things about you in my head." Batman said, "They said you were stubborn and unreasonable..."

"Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

“You said it was a fair trade,” Naya replied.

“Is this how you do business?”

"I have no intention of engaging you in a verbal battle. I will only see what happens if you tell me what's going on."

"Is it because you always lose the upper hand in words?" Schiller snorted coldly and said, "Your plot against me won't be so easy to get away with."

"I can give you some compensation."

"What compensation?"

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound coming from behind him. He turned around and found that it was a bottle of red wine.

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

"Is that all? I'm not as easy to fool as Pride."

"You can identify it."

Schiller was skeptical. He picked up the red wine and activated the Cthulhu Mythos skill, and soon learned the information about the bottle of red wine.

"Naya's compensation gift: a bottle of golden-year red wine, exuding an alluring aroma. After drinking it, your mental health will be reduced by 100%, and you will fall into an endless hallucination state and cannot be awakened."

Schiller widened his eyes slightly. Wow, this is pure poison. He can't even pretend.

He told Batman about the effect, but Batman said, "It's poison to others, but not to you."

Schiller also reacted now. Yes, a normal person would go crazy when his sanity hits rock bottom, but after Schiller’s sanity hits rock bottom, there are still two stages.

For ordinary people, falling into an endless state of hallucination is basically equivalent to taking a direct train to heaven, but after Schiller's sanity is lost, he will fall into hallucinations himself, so this negative state is almost equivalent to nothing for him.

In other words, this is a bottle of special poison that Schiller can drink but no one else can.

Schiller immediately thought of how this thing could be used.

From the few words spoken by the black man and the inference of a series of clues, Schiller felt that the so-called great prophet Gad should be a fake.

What deadbeat guy could resist sharing a drink with his enemy?