Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Although Scar Eye had always stressed that life was the most important, but he still liked the feeling of charging at the front line.    

He liked to fight, but he didn't like reckless battles. He liked to charge at the front line, but he didn't like to rush straight to his death.    

The enemy's city was getting closer and closer...    

Scar Eye adjusted his emotions. He could not be too excited, nor could he underestimate his enemy. He had to maintain his composure, just like in the past.    

He silently estimated the distance. Soon, he and the other soldiers would rush into the city through the waves. The enemy would fall under their spears and tridents.    

Very... fast?    

"Wait!" Scar Eye shouted, "Where is the priest?"    

"Scar Eye, watch your words." A vague voice came from the wave, "What's wrong?"    

"The speed of the army is not right." Scar Eye did not feel good. He, who was walking on the edge of death, was especially sensitive to danger. "It is not the time to attack. Why are you preparing to attack?"    

"The marching speed is normal. I am not preparing to attack. I do not know what you are talking about." A vague voice responded to him. "Guard your position, scar Eye."    

The priest did not want to care about Scar Eye. Even controlling a part of the wave was not an easy task. He needed to concentrate.    

Scar Eye, who did not attract the attention of the priest, was very anxious. As a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, his sense of distance was undoubtedly very good. And now, they were moving too fast towards the enemy's city.    

The enemy's city gradually enlarged in his field of vision, becoming bigger and bigger.    

This was not normal, it was like... the enemy's city was facing the waves... charging?    

The next moment, scar Eye saw light.    

The light filled Scar Eye's vision. He could no longer see anything.    

Only his headless body was carried by the waves, drifting along with the waves.    

And this was only the beginning...    

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High up in the sky, some Flyer were observing the battle from afar.    

The news of the merfolk mobilizing troops was not confidential. They had almost conquered the land and did not need to keep it a secret from anyone, so it was only natural that they would attract spectators.    

The Deep One's operation this time was considered a big deal. Five veteran elite legions and three organised Priest Groups. One had to know that the ordinary Deep One legions were mostly equipped with one Priest, and having three Priests was an impressive team.    

The Deep One's ambition was obvious. They wanted to use their mortal body to challenge the gods.    

This was a war that was destined to be recorded in history, and the Flyer who had not completely lost their way would naturally not be absent - they were also in the audience seats.    

The deities and Flyer that the Deep One wanted to challenge were not unfamiliar to them. After all, the deities that they believed in had disappeared after the battle. However, the divine Flyer did not have any hatred toward the powerful existence that had defeated the god. If the god accepted the challenge, the divine Flyer did not mind being worshiped by another god.    

They would definitely look for the one who could fight if they could find a backer. The way the Flyer thought had always been simple and crude.    

But all of this depended on the outcome of this war.    

The Deep One's Priest regiment was very powerful. The Flyer could see that there was a fundamental difference between this and the waves used by ordinary armies. If the waves used by ordinary armies were the waves in the sea, then the Priest regiment gave the waves quality, turning them into a true tide of death.    

Warriors were also powerful warriors who had gone through hundreds of battles. The Flyer appraised them. Judging from the way these warriors moved, no matter how brave the Flyer was, it did not have the confidence to come back alive after diving at these warriors.    

Then... what about the enemies they were facing?    

The shrimp people's valley was as calm as ever. There was no longer a single shrimp person in the valley. The crisscrossing canals, which looked like they were cleaving with knives and axes, seemed to be depicting some unknown characters. In the square in the middle of the valley... The flames on the altar were still burning fiercely. The mountain-like figure beside him was the powerful existence that had defeated the gods.    

"Are they... waiting for death?"    

The Flyer could not understand the strange behavior of the prawn people. At this time, shouldn't they start preparing for war?    

In the next moment, the unusual movement shocked all the Flyer present.    

The valley was moving.    

There was no deafening sound. The valley was silently moving on the ground.    

It felt like it was sliding, ignoring all obstructions and rising and falling. With the ground as a plane, the valley was sliding silently.    

And it was gradually accelerating.    

The speed of the valley's sliding became faster and faster.    

Facing the waves, the shrimp people in the city charged forward.    

The Flyer people held their breaths. The development of the battle had exceeded their expectations from the start. They did not dare to miss out on any details.    

The Flyer could not understand the actions of the shrimp men. Since the valley could move, why didn't they run away? Why did they rush forward to die instead?    

The strength of the Deep One was so strong that even the Flyer warriors who were watching the battle could feel it. There was no reason that the shrimp warriors couldn't feel it. So, under such a powerful attack, were these shrimp warriors begging for death?    

Or... did they have some unknown means?    

The Flyer people quickly witnessed the shrimp people's methods.    

That was light.    

A beam of light shot out from the rock wall surrounding the valley. The beam of light was like a spear, accurately piercing through the head of a Deep One that was swimming in the waves.    

The headless corpse of the Deep One drifted along with the waves, quickly dyeing a large area of the tide red.    

However, this beam of light was not the only one.    

Two, five, ten, thirty.    

Beams of light shot out from the rock walls one after another. Each beam of light struck a Deep One from afar, turning it into a corpse.    

More and more beams of light shot out from the rock wall. With the pitiful brain capacity of the Flyer, there was no way to calculate the number - they could only count to thirty at most.    

The long spears formed by the light beams kept shooting out, like a rain, rushing towards the half-fish people in the wave. The wave had already begun to turn red, and the headless corpse was rolling around in the blood red water.    

All of this frightened Deep One Warrior. They could accept being killed by the gods of their enemies, or they could accept being cut into two by the prawns, but what was the meaning of such an inexplicable way of dying?    

What are we fighting against?    

"Retreat to the water!" A vague voice came from the tide, it was the order of the priest group.    

Retreat!    

Deep One Warrior did not hesitate to listen to the order of the priest group and dive back into the tide. At this time, they would catch any hope of survival.    

The light beam was still accurately killing the Deep One. The Deep One that was still in the water did not have time to dive in. They were called by the light spear one by one. Some light spears followed the descending Deep One and shot into the tide, but they did not go far before disappearing.    

The half-fish people who had dived into the tide managed to escape.    

The Flyer watching from afar were completely stunned.    

However, this was only the beginning of everything...