A Weird Theater That Started In London

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Weird Theater Chapter 41: The Power of Faith

It was huge, resembling Polyphemus, loathsome, and dashed toward the monolith like a monstrous monster in a nightmare, then swung its gigantic scaly arms beside the monolith.

—HP Lovecraft, Dagon

winter! Dongdong!

The earth trembled slightly, and Lu Li thought of two words:

Father God Dagon and Mother God Hydra.

According to records, this couple, whose logical relationship is beyond ordinary people's cognition, and whose size and age are extremely exaggerated, have lived for at least several million years.

They dominate the deep diver and lead the deep diver to worship Cthulhu. At the same time, the couple are not servants and can move freely and exercise their own will.

But it turned out to be a pity, it was just a pure-blooded deep diver elder, because he lived a little longer, and his body was relatively exaggerated, about 100 meters tall, with some ape-like features, with the iconic fish head, and long hair. Huge bulging eyes that never close.

There is this sentence in the summons:

The priest who controls death in the dark!

So, this is the top of the pureblood deep diver?

If you kill...

Just when Lu Li was about to take action, forcing him to stage a **** drama like "hit the young, come the old", Yang Kai rushed up and showed his indomitable spirit.

To be honest, the little magic mouse was startled.

When Lu Li saw this, he temporarily put out his thoughts and asked them to peck each other—

On both sides of the pure-blooded priest's neck, there are constantly trembling fish gills, and the sharp and slender claws are covered with webbed membranes. They are obviously born for the deep sea. Now that they have landed, their combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.

I saw this guy jumping around randomly, sometimes on both legs, sometimes on all fours, looking very clumsy, and it was the same.

The younger brother who received various blessings played it in the palm of his hand, at least in the fields of speed and movement.

Therefore, Miss Mia decided to be like Lu Li for the time being and wait and see what happened.

To be honest, with the in-depth understanding, she became more and more curious about Lu Li. She wondered where these powers came from? Not quite like those essentias in deep space.

Noisy, barking.

During the battle, the high priest of the deep diver made a more unpleasant voice, which was obviously a clear and complex language, conveying dark emotions that his dumb face couldn't express.

Naihe's younger brother is purely illiterate. Except for the Han nationality and the Lentinos language that circulates in the world, he can't understand anything else. He doesn't understand the method of eroding the spirit through language.

What deeper resonance was isolated from the Holy Light early on. Therefore, Yang Kai became more and more brave in battle, and firmly believed that he was blessed with no taboos.

As for the mixed-blood high priest, he has turned into a deformed monster at this moment:

A big-eyed murloc with octopus tentacles.

In the East, the dragon is as long as a scale insect, its head is like a cow, its horns are like a deer, its eyes are like a shrimp, its ears are like elephants, its neck is like a snake, its belly is like a snake, its scales are like a fish, its claws are like a phoenix, and its palms are like a tiger.

There are other sayings.

No matter what kind, dragons are extremely beautiful and majestic, and the second-class Jiaolong is no exception.

And the painting style is here, the pagans who believe in the evil god, directly make himself this respectable face, even if Lu Li has seen different civilizations and has a high degree of acceptance, he still thinks that this thing will affect his mood after watching it for a long time.

When distracted, the battle entered a white-hot stage.

The big man was not at the home court, and could only reluctantly withstand the attack from Yang Kai with his thick scales and indelible vitality.

The half-blood stared at this scene and fell into a long silence, no longer the fanatical priests responsible for sacrificing young girls and developing scale for pure-bloods. , this time the calculation fell through—