How to become a mermaid

Samantel has only one feeling now.

Hot, very hot, so hot that the body is about to melt.

Even on Neville's Dragon Island, he had never experienced this kind of scorching heat that almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

The reason why he felt this way was because all the red mist around him was drilling into his body.

His body was like a sponge, continuously absorbing all the red mist that approached him.

And as they entered, his whole fish was rapidly turning red, as if it had been cooked.

"Stop...stop! Don't come in again!" Shamanlell made a sound with difficulty, feeling that he was about to be burst by the red mist.

But they didn't obey Shaman Lair's order, they were still scrambling to get into his body.

In addition to physical pain, his spirit is also suffering.

Every wisp of red mist penetrated into his body, it would bring a burst of complicated information.

It may be a "hungry" thought, it may be some complicated knowledge, or it may be a memory from whom I don't know.

It was okay at the beginning, but when these things accumulated more and more, Shamanlell's mind began to feel overloaded, and it was impossible to hold so many things.

All kinds of information flashed through his mind, making it difficult for him to think for a while, and he couldn't even concentrate for a short time.

"Uh..." Under this kind of mental and physical pain, Shamanlell groaned unconsciously, unable to imagine how he could "control" the red mist.

"@#..." Suddenly, there was a low moan coming from afar.

Shamanlael opened his eyes with difficulty, and found that he had been dragged into the depths of the red mist at some point.

Beneath him was an impenetrable darkness.

There was no light coming out, and one could only vaguely feel that something was about to move in it.

Almost subconsciously, Samantel felt the danger.

And the moment he realized it, a thick tentacle stretched out from the darkness, grabbed his body violently, and dragged him into the endless darkness.

Cthulhu!
Sure enough, He is still in his body!

As the tentacle got closer and closer, Shamanlear "saw" the thing lurking in the darkness.

He is roughly in the shape of a swollen giant, with an octopus-like head, with yellow-green mucus dripping from his body, half of his body is missing, and the remaining half is also covered with a layer of red glue that almost penetrates into his body shape substance.

From this appearance, it looked like Red Mist had taken the upper hand and was eating away at the intruder.

However, Shamanleir knew that the consciousness of his own body was now chaotic. It just instinctively drilled into Cthulhu's body, but it couldn't cause more damage to him, let alone give him a fatal blow.

At this time, Cthulhu is stealing, transferring the other half of his body to Brutal, and controlling Brutal to fly to the red moon, intending to devour himself completely between the inside and the outside!

This big octopus, which looks bloated and clumsy, actually has a lot of eyes!

Samantel was observing Cthulhu, and he was also observing Samantel at this time-with his huge eyes hidden among the tentacles.

He may be examining, or he may be thinking about something.

In the end, the tentacles wrapping Shamanlael's body moved, and his mouth opened wide.

Shamanleir couldn't describe how bad the smell from Cthulhu's mouth was.

He has experienced the tone of having not brushed his teeth for hundreds of millions or even billions of years now!
I don't know if it was smoked, or too many things flooded into his head and overloaded, Shamanlell felt that he had hallucinations in front of his eyes, and all the surrounding scenery, including Cthulhu, were spinning in front of his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

In this case, he was sent into the mouth by Cthulhu almost without resistance.

Maybe I blamed him wrong, not because he didn't want to brush his teeth, but because he didn't have any teeth in his mouth.

Feeling the wetness of countless tentacles passing across his body, this thought flashed through Shamanleir's mind.

Cthulhu didn't know what he was thinking. After "eating" him, Cthulhu let out a cry that no one could understand, but it faintly revealed joy, and his mouth quickly closed.

He also seemed to know that as long as Shamanleir was dealt with, the red mist would no longer be a threat to him.

However, this approach is exactly what Shaman Lear wants.

He was worried that there was no way to prevent the red mist from entering his body, and being swallowed like this directly helped him solve the problem.

"Tick tock..." Not long after it fell into Cthulhu's mouth, Shamanlear heard a sound like rain.

He looked up and "looked" and found countless yellow-green mucus falling from the top of his head.

It is very thick and smells bad, which belongs to the kind of smell that makes people vomit rationally.

"Hmm..." Although there was nothing to vomit now, Shamanlael subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, and dodged to avoid the things that fell near him.

"Tick tock..." However, Cthulhu didn't seem to want to let him go. The sound of the water was getting louder, and more and more mucus was dripping from the top of Shamanleir's head, and there was a tendency to submerge him in it.

Noticing this situation, Samantel knew that he couldn't stay here for a long time, but he didn't want to just go out, so he turned his head and walked deep into Cthulhu's body.

His body structure is different from most of the creatures that Samantel knows, or he doesn't have such a thing as a body structure at all.

Although he also has a mouth, there are no digestive organs in his body, and there is no such thing as an excretory port.

Wherever Shamanleir looked, he could only see groups of wriggling sarcoma and tentacles.

"Twitter... Chick..." These things seemed to have noticed the arrival of Shaman Lair, and they were rapidly squirming and proliferating in his direction.

There seems to be no clue to the "heart" here, and we have to keep going.

Shamanlael didn't care about the approach of these things. After looking around for a week, he found that he didn't find what he wanted, and then continued to walk deeper.

There is nothing that cannot be killed.

Before being pushed into the red mist, Yog stuffed some knowledge in Shamrel's mind about how to kill Cthulhu once and for all.

Note that it is a real "death" that is completely killed and cannot be revived by any means.

To do this, one must first find His "heart" and then crush it!
This "heart" is different from the heart in a biological body. It is not a fixed entity, but a concept, a "concept" created by the supreme being named Azathoth.

According to Yog, the whole world is just a dream of Azathoth. When he sleeps, the world develops with his dream, and when he wakes up, the world ushers in destruction.

Cthulhu, of course, is just a creation in his dream.

So, there may be a huge risk when Samantel shatters the "heart" of Cthulhu.

Azathoth, who is sleeping, will be alarmed and cast his "eyes" here.

At that point, He could have reacted in several different ways.

The first is the worst outcome. He will wake up because of the disappearance of one of his important creations, directly shattering this dream, and everything will disappear together.

Then there is a better result. He will "give birth" to Cthulhu, the disappearing creation, and continue to dream of him.

In the end, it was the result Shaman Lear wanted.

He will be concerned about the disappearance of his creation, but he doesn't care about it, and completely forgets it.

In this way, Cthulhu is considered to be truly dead, and no existence can "resurrect" him.

[In fact, anything that might wake "Him" is so stupid that I can't imagine doing it any good.

But... if you must try this, I'll help you too!
Although "He" is difficult to communicate, and even I can't understand what "He" is thinking, but I will try my best to let "He" sleep, so that I won't be woken up by you just like that. 】

These are the words left by Yog after he stuffed Shamanlael with knowledge.

Judging from his performance along the way, it should be considered credible.

Shamanleir also felt that the risk of killing Cthulhu was too great, and he didn't want to make such an attempt.

But he didn't expect that this guy would take the initiative to swallow himself into his stomach!

As the saying goes, it’s all here, if you don’t give it a try, you’d be sorry for Him.

"Gulu...gulu..." Seemingly aware of the danger, the sarcoma around Shamanlell suddenly split and multiplied rapidly, densely occupying the entire passage, blocking his way out.

Not only that, but these sarcoid tumors were rapidly crawling up Shaman Lair's body, trying to trap him here completely.

"Slap!" Shamanlael twitched his hand suddenly, and threw the things on his body out.

However, they didn't want to just give up, they squirmed frantically, split and multiplied at an unimaginable speed, and rushed towards the direction of Shamanlael again.

There are too many sarcomas around, so many that there is not even a trace of space.

Surrounded by them, Samantel couldn't make any moves at all.

But in the blink of an eye, it was already covered by a dense layer of sarcoma, which was covered from head to tail, as if growing out of his body.

Obviously the situation is already so bad, but at this time there is no panic.

He just stood there, letting tumors grow in his eyes.

"Gulu..." A sarcoma drilled into his body along his nasal cavity, proliferating wildly in his body.

His face began to swell and deform, and his body swelled rapidly, becoming a big meat ball supported by sarcoma!

But he still didn't respond, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

Under this tranquility, his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

[Deep sea, octopus, tentacles, swollen giants, shapeless flesh, and unidentifiable voices and phantoms...]

[I think, I should find Cthulhu's "heart"! 】

【All the things that constitute him come from the creature's fear of the unknown! 】

[The concept of His existence is the unknown! 】

[When I realize this, the unknown becomes the known. 】

【And He...has no longer any threat to me! 】