They all call me an Outer God.

Just as Leah had thought before, he alone was no match for this group of angels, but it wouldn't be too embarrassing to tell others that he was able to defeat thirteen of them and injure them so badly.

But they couldn't kill him yet.

[Everyone, thank you for practicing with me, but now that the conditions for the sacrifice have been met, this farce should end.]

"What are you talking about? What are the conditions for the sacrifice?"

[Hehehe… I have to start with what I am best at]

The gray-black creature made a hoarse sound, and then a pale mask appeared on its body.

His voice echoed slowly.

[The Supreme Soul Whispering in the Depths of Chaos]

[The uninhibited wanderer who wanders the world and witnesses the facelessness of all living things]

[Rebuilding the bliss of nothingness, giving the fallen joy the dark truth, the embodiment of wishes]

[We sing praises to desire and offer sacrifices to flesh and blood]

【Praise the Faceless】

Praise the Faceless——

This prayer is not directed to Ria herself, but to the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, who has never met in reality, the real Faceless God.

This is Barkley, the place closest to Him. Riya holds His mask in his hand and has sufficient sacrifices around him. The ritual he offers to Him is this absurd, primitive and crazy bloody battle.

As for the sacrifice, the so-called sacrifice is not the angels, but Leah herself, who is now in the state of a mythical creature.

[I call your name here, praying for your attention]

As Leah's voice continued to echo in this space, the pale mask gradually fitted his body.

During this time, an angel noticed something was wrong and tried his best to destroy the mask, but even though Leah's body was riddled with holes, the white mask remained intact.

In the name of Hephaestus

Leah had already discarded that false prayer, and now reciting this prayer would only point to the most authentic result.

In an instant, the broken flesh and tentacles gathered frantically towards the bottom of the mask. In front of the thirteen angels, the white mask was stained black, and a huge phantom with a lion's body and no face appeared behind it.

He gently moved his front paws, and the frightened angels instantly returned to the surface of the stone tablet.

And Ria took this opportunity to wave his tentacles, creating a crack in the air and throwing all the stone tablets into the dreamland.

In the short term, this group of angels will not pose any obstacle.

[Go to the throne, where part of His body is hidden... You will get the answer you want]

The Faceless God guided Riya, and Riya turned back into human form, but the mask on her face still could not be removed.

Since he couldn't pull it off, he simply stopped wasting his energy and turned around and left the basement.

……

On the throne, Tabalf held the scepter in his arm and stared thoughtfully at the disappearing portraits on the walls around him.

Then, he saw the giant who had left come back with a pure black mask on his face. At first glance, it seemed as if there was nothing behind the hood.

"I see. Those gods can't do anything to you?"

Tabalf's sitting posture gradually straightened up. The sound of flowing sand gradually appeared in the cracks of the walls around him, and golden scarabs crawled out from them.

"As early as when you mentioned the name of Chaos, I guessed that you had some connection with Him. If you know something about the history of the royal family, you should know how much we fear and hate Him. Everything about Him is taboo."

"Including the chair you're sitting on, Sand King?"

Riya walked forward, and the scarabs from all directions surrounded him like a tide. But when they gathered to a certain range, they seemed to have smelled the most terrifying thing in the world and refused to move forward another step.

"I know you have the means to stop me and delay time, but fate cannot be changed. Hand over the throne."

"You are not qualified."

Talbaf's pupils lit up slightly, as if he was somewhat surprised to hear the title "Sand King".

He raised his hand, and the entire floor of the palace was instantly covered with yellow sand, and a huge suction force violently tried to drag Leah in and bury her.

"Those who are dead need not return, and those who are sleeping need not wake up. We once paid a heavy price to tear the tyrant off the throne, but now it is impossible for him to touch it again."

"No one can do that, especially you - Hephisgetu, you, and only you... must die!"

Tabalf finally read out the name to Riya. It seemed that what he discovered was far more than Riya had imagined.

"Destruction...complete destruction..."

【＃￥■▲%！】

The Sand King stood up, waved his scepter, and began to chant those obscure spells.

However, the next second, Riya's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Tabalf in an instant.

He stood back to back with the monarch, and his tall figure, still maintaining the appearance of a giant, slowly leaned over and touched the Pharaoh's throne.

It was also at this moment that a large number of tentacles suddenly emerged from behind Riya and swallowed Tabalf.

"Let's make a deal, Sand King."

The hoarse sound pierced Tabalf's eardrums.

"I want to borrow this country's time for one minute. The price is that I won't kill you for the time being."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. Then, see you in a minute—"

Before the other party could answer, Riya chuckled shamelessly and sent the person to the dreamland in an instant.

Ever since Atlachnacia was imprisoned in the Red Moon by Messias and her power was stolen by her, and the power of the Red Moon itself was returned to Leah herself, entering and exiting the Dreamland has become much easier than before.

He has the ability to send his targets off into the Dreamland when they least expect it.

If the person being sent away does not understand spatial abilities, it would be difficult for him to come back. But at the same time, this teleportation also has a huge flaw, and that is the magician.

Magicians in this meme are generally good at space magic. High-level magicians, especially angel-level magicians, can always escape faster, so what Riya did this time was just to delay time as much as possible.

Of course, there was a key reason why Tabalf was successfully plotted against by himself -

The pre-casting of his spellcasting is really too long. It is expected that this monarch is more suitable to play a supporting role rather than a front-line personnel in war.

The moment Tabalf XV disappeared, the yellow sand and scarabs disappeared without a trace, and Riya also felt that there seemed to be something unusual about the throne in front of her.

His fingers were burning, and just as Leah was trying to cut the throne open to find the hidden items inside, a figure sitting on the golden throne suddenly appeared.

The figure's body and face were all blurred, but it seemed to have noticed the person in front of it and raised its head to look at Leah. For no reason, Leah felt that it should be happy at this moment, even too happy.

"I hear your voice, my friend, are you calling me?"

Riya looked at it and quickly realized that it was a projection from history, but it was obviously unrealistic that the shadow of the past could communicate with him today.

However, in the face of absolute power, everything is possible.

"Should I say it's been a long time since we last met, or we meet again so soon."

The shadow in front of her opened her five fingers and tightly grasped Riya's wrist. Under the absolute force of restraint, Riya found that her disguise disappeared as she was caught.

He transformed back into his original human form.

At this moment, the figure stretched out his other hand and touched the edge of his face. With a light hook of his fingers, he effortlessly took off the mask of the Faceless God.

During this process, Riya's body was unable to move, and even her thoughts became stagnant.

"I miss you so much." The shadow suddenly began to tell something inexplicable. From it, Ria could tell that it was trying its best to suppress its crazy desire.

"I'm going crazy thinking about you!"

The illusory figure pulled Lia and led him in his direction: "When you are not here, no matter how short the time is, it is torture for me. Only your presence can bring me the greatest joy!"

"So stay with me a little longer, my friend, ■■■■, just like we did in the past, and see, we have a full minute this time!"

"Do you know what one minute means?"

It muttered to itself in a mysterious way.

"During this minute, you are awake, and this time belongs completely to us. As the price of this transaction, I will also give you everything you want."

Riya could not understand the meaning of the figure's words, and was unable to speak at this moment. He could only watch as he got closer and closer to the figure. The figure suddenly turned into a beam of light and merged into Riya's body. Riya turned around and sat on the golden throne like a mindless puppet, with his head lowered.

Now, within a minute, he was the absolute lone king sitting on the Golden Throne.

……

Time seems to be going backwards, going backwards again and again.

In one minute, the number went from one to zero, and finally a minus sign appeared in front of it, and the subsequent numbers continued to add up.

One minute, zero minutes, minus one minute, minus two minutes, minus three minutes…minus 2,628 million minutes…

The capriciousness of changing the time at will does not seem to match the "one minute" originally stated by the party who made the agreement.

In that era when people still ate raw meat and drank blood and used simple and crude cold weapons, a "creator" with a unique personality cast his eyes here.

Original sin, virtue, body shape, high and low, what does it take to be a human being?

The "Creator" hid in the high void with his head supported by tentacles, pondering what humanity and divinity were, but soon he discovered that all the people he had looked at died suddenly in an instant.

Liya also saw this scene. He suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Am I the 'Creator' now?"

[Cut! Actors don’t need to speak, just follow the script. Let’s do it again]

A narration sounded in the young man's mind. To be more precise, it was the voice of the figure before.

If Riya's guess was correct, this projection must contain the will of the creeping chaos itself, and even when Riya came into contact with it, part of His will was truly awakened.

The narrator continued to explain what happened next, and Riya passively followed the "performance" and recalled the past events.

It's just that the scenes and characters as far as the eye can see are all in black and white. They seem to be performing a pantomime, except for the lively narration, which is really a bit distracting.

They created a black square screen in Leah's mind, and then output white subtitles, with at least thirty-eight languages ​​used in the subtitles.

The "Creator" was unwilling to give up, so He resurrected those people and then asked His own kind whether He could also possess human nature, but the answer He received was no.

God cannot have human nature, but He yearns for humans, yearns for the chaotic and interesting variety of emotions, rather than following self-rules like a machine all day long.

"It's so boring, so boring. I want to make the world interesting."

He said.

"If you are really free, why not come and join me in the calculation and programming of the laws, Naa." Yog-Sothoth invited Him.

"No, it's boring."

"Then, come and have a baby with me, Naya." Shab-Nicholas invited Him, "This is the most interesting thing I can think of.

“Can this be written?”

Nyarlathotep became extremely irritable, and from time to time he turned his gaze towards the planets with life.

Especially for newborn humans, He takes care of them almost like toys, and even His own gaze has been made “harmless” so that it is no longer so lethal.

"Humans are at war again... and the side I support is winning."

"They started celebrating festivals. Who came up with this bunch of nonsense?"

"Haha, someone fell down, how funny!"

Nyarlathotep always entertained himself alone. He created many incarnations for himself, each of which was endowed with its own consciousness to prevent himself from being too bored.

Those farces between humans are also treated as games by them.

Finally one day, He personally participated in the game.

The first thing is to create a human avatar, manipulate the character to lead your own camp to defeat the enemy camp, become the leader of the masses, and gain their followers.

Then I felt that it was ridiculous that they were arguing over trivial matters all day long.

"It's still too boring and not interesting enough. What does the script say about the sequel?"

The first king took out a piece of papyrus, looked at it casually, and found that it was blank. Then he remembered that he had no habit of writing on this thing.

"Then write... In order to make the world less boring, I created countless clones to join the crowd. After all, I can't have only one such interesting personality."

God said, let there be joy, fun, chaos, not dullness, but conflict - let the beauty of humanity be brought to its fullest!

Then, the Dark Dwellers appeared.

They mingle among the people, distort their minds, stir up their conflicts and disputes, and induce people to pray to the monarch for external aggression, and then establish a larger and more perfect country.

"Is this enough?"

The monarch stood on a supreme height overlooking the Yellow Sand Kingdom. The dark dwellers shuttled among the crowd disguised as normal people, shouting, "Not enough, not enough."

"You have been in power for too long. It is time to pass the throne to someone else. Why can you be the only one who can oppress others every day? Why can't we become the new king?" (End of this chapter)