Cthulhu Believers Sneak Into My House, and The San Value Goes Crazy

The sudden darkness completely drowned Behemoth's consciousness.

immediately……

The darkness dissipated.

Behemoth came to a ruined star.

Garbage-like stars filled every corner.

But above...

But there are no life characteristics.

This place is like a graveyard of life, making Behemoth feel what despair is in his heart.

"If every star is a kingdom of gods, how many gods did the other party kill?"

Behemoth's consciousness sank.

He is like a rootless flock, floating around the entire interstellar cemetery.

until……

He came to the end of the cemetery.

A group of figures that could cover the sky and the sun was entrenched there.

The so-called stars are nothing but the beds that the other party uses to padded under them.

Every time the other party breathes, a large amount of life breath will gather in the other party's body.

Only then did Behemoth realize that these scattered stars were not without life before, but...

The original creatures above those stars have already been turned into food and have been swallowed up.

And 03, no one was spared!

The other seems to be the source of all chaos and disaster.

Not to mention ordinary creatures, even a divine mansion like Behemoth did not have the courage to face each other for a long time.

The other party transcends time and transcends all the rules of the world.

"This is the Supreme Realm?"

Behemoth just heard that the world has the highest realm.

But only by pure imagination.

He has no idea how powerful the other party is.

And at this moment...

Only then did Behemoth realize what a ridiculous mistake his past self had made.

The strength and terror of the other party cannot be guessed by imagination at all.

The other party has jumped out of the scope of imagination.

The young man in the shop is just a simple disguise.

This body that exists in the interstellar cemetery is the true body of the opponent.

Just when Behemos was in surprise, a sound of music shrouded in a deep, crazy, and ominous aura reached Behemos' ears from all directions.

These drum and flute sounds are extremely monotonous.

That sound seems to have been circulating for tens of thousands of years, or even longer.

So much so that the moment Behemoth heard it, he felt nauseated.

He can't imagine that a simple note has been played for tens of thousands of years, repeating what happened in the last second day after day.

Just think about it...

It makes the scalp explode.

Then……

"Pfft.

Behemoth's head really cracked.

Not a watermelon smashed open by a hammer.

It's more like it cracks open on its own after being cooked.

Along with the sound, Behemoth clearly heard a cracking sound.

However, a split scalp is just the beginning.

With the passage of time, a dense number of terrifying cracks appeared in Behemoth.

at the last moment of life.

Behemoth heard other strange noises.

It was a dance sound stomping on the ground.

Dense and noisy.

Immediately, a distorted figure slowly appeared.

Some resemble a giant seashell.

Several knobby, twisted pseudopodia protrude from the half-open shell.

A face with sunken eye sockets peered out.

Others are an ugly giant who keeps roaring, but the horror is...

There was a terrifying tentacle on what was supposed to be the face.

What's more, it exists in this world entirely in the form of sound waves.

The sound waves it produces can penetrate all barriers, and when faced with it, even plugging the ears is ineffective, and even the deaf are not immune.

Most of those weird playing tunes were transmitted from the other party.

Then……

Just in a trance.

Behemoth saw the other party come to him.

Far away, Behemoth is affected by disgusting tunes.

And now...

When these voices appeared beside Behemoth at close range.

He suddenly felt that each of his cells began to wailing and screaming.

Behemoth suffered unimaginable pain.

He seems to have entered a cycle ravaged by weird music.

Time has no meaning at this moment.

one year.

A thousand years.

One hundred thousand years.

Or...

Only a moment of time.

Behemoth is covered in music.

Habit is a process.

Doing something for a long time, when it reaches a certain number of days, will automatically turn into a constant habit.

Behemoth is going through a terrible change right now.

at first.

The voice in the ear is both monotonous and disgusting.

After countless hours of baptism, the initial disgust has long since turned into an unspeakable enjoyment.

Behemoth has mastered the art of playing.

Not just Himself.

But every cell in the body has mastered the ability to play.

That's when...

The invisible sound wave handed a flute to Behemoth.

Without any hesitation.

Behemoth took it in his hands.

correct……

He has no hands.

Under the influence of strange music, Behemoth's body has already undergone qualitative changes.

Endless tentacles spread around the body.

He took the flute and played the familiar notes.

The tentacles on his body also began to dance with the music.

At this moment, Behemoth became the most beautiful boy in the entire interstellar cemetery.

Those monsters with twisted appearances were all attracted by Behemoth, and immediately gathered around him.

A cemetery shrouded in darkness.

Indescribable, the source of all evil and chaos.

Countless twisted and terrifying monsters.

Everything here is scouring the spiritual world of Behemoth all the time.

But he seems to have gotten used to it.

He blended into this terrifying environment.

He became an integral part here.

Thoughts float.

With a call, Behemoth returned to the shop.

The memories of the two worlds began to overlap.

Behemoth suddenly heard a tearing sound coming from the back of his head.

"Can't be rude!

Behemoth suddenly woke up and tried his best to stop the fission of his body.

Chen Feng was on the side, looking at the customer who stared at the scroll for a long time, he couldn't help but ask:

"Are you all right?""

Hearing the question, Behemoth put down the scroll, not like the initial confusion, at this time, He seemed to have found the soul's belonging.

so that...

A smile like never before appeared on his face:

"It's okay, boss.

Behemoth lowered his head again, and completely focused his eyes on the picture scroll.

In the dark pupils, full of pious expressions, he murmured:

"I just love this painting so much that I even forgot the time!"