I'm in SCP: All Around Me are Evil Gods!

Chapter 141 Incarnation of Niya

Watching the back of Wang Li choosing to leave, Niya had the intention to focus on the anomaly that had just been touched.

Located in a corner of the waking world, it seemed that someone was calling her.

There is no lingering rhyme to say hello to the cat god Buster, Niya directly chooses to project the attention along with the summoned coordinates.

There is no need to go there in person, because her avatars are everywhere, even some of them don’t know that they are part of Niya, and firmly believe that they are independent individuals.

This situation did not only happen to Naia alone, other old rulers, as well as external gods have similar problems.

The avatar thinks that he is an independent individual, and it is common for him not to listen to the subject’s domination.

Directly skipping the lower Buster, Niya lifted his chin slightly to look at the moon, but his eyes were deep and gloomy, as if looking at the inexplicable void through the dream world.

At this moment, somewhere in the real world!

At night, in the vast room that shone with light, a group of 08 people gathered. They all looked like people of Middle Eastern descent, roughly a dozen or so.

If you look closely, you can see that they are staring nervously at the brass utensils placed in the room, as if waiting for something.

After a long time

Without any warning, in the vast room lit by pale light, a terrifying sound from an abominable trumpet suddenly sounded, and the light above was blooming with weird laughter.

The terrible scream from the brass instrument rang three times in total, when the echo of the third horn sounded with a snicker and faded away.

The invisible power that does not belong to the world suddenly rushed out, and a new voice came from the farthest end of the room.

It was a rhythmic horn sound, but the source of the sound seemed to be farther than the ablated harsh blast of the previous three.

All the miracles and beautiful rhythms in the wonderful dreams resounded in the deep sound of horns.

In every wonderful chord and a little strange rhythm, the room is full of exotic customs, full of unimaginable beauty.

Then, what came was an inexplicable aromatic smell commensurate with the secret tune, and a strong light gradually strengthened on their heads.

Its light cyclically changes, changing to a color completely different from the earthly spectrum, and with it is singing composed of the sound of trumpets.

The sound is as harmonious as a strange symphony.

The torch in the corner of the Quartet began to light up gradually, and at the same time the beating of the giant drum was also trembling, gradually approaching in waves of strong expectations.

During this period, there was a vague fog.

Behind the thin haze and the mist filled with strange fragrance, unexpectedly appeared two rows of tall black shadows surrounded by colorful silk around the waist.

On their heads, a huge torch made of shiny metal, like a helmet, is tied with a belt.

The fragrance of unnamed sesame oil is spirally spread to other places in the form of smoke from these torches.

Black Shadow’s right hand is a cane made of crystal, and the top of the crystal cane is carved with Chimera squinting.

And their left hand is holding the thin and slender silver trumpet, playing this wonderful instrument in turn.

There are also gold armbands and ankle ornaments on his body, and a golden chain is extended between each pair of ankle ornaments, so that they maintain a steady and steady pace.

At first glance, the black images look like humans, but their shapes change from time to time in a single mist.

And their rituals and costumes are different from anything that exists in reality.

In the end, the dark shadows stopped ten meters away from the crowd. When they stopped, every horn suddenly slid into the thick lips of the carrier.

Then a wild and fascinating sound erupted in the room, but what was even crazier was the shouting from the sound of the trumpet.

The dark shadows opened their black throats, and in unison shouted a loud cry that had been sharpened by some weird technique.

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Then, a lonely figure strode along the wide passage between the two columns.

It was a tall but thin figure, with the face of an ancient pharaoh when he was young, wearing a colorful and gorgeous robe, and wearing a naturally twinkling golden double crown.

Looking down on these people like an emperor’s luxurious figure, his arrogant demeanor and dark face have the charm that a dark god or fallen angel can possess.

Around his eyes lurked sparks of burnout shining from the unpredictable gloom.

He spoke, and the round tone seemed to be rippling with the soft music played by the water of Forget River.

“Believers, say your prayers.

Dreamland!

“So that’s it, well, these toys may be able to play for a while.”

Looking at the scene where one of her avatars descended, Niya murmured softly.

It seems that the next period of time will not be boring. .