They all call me an Outer God.

"What did you do?"

The Death Knight was slightly startled.

Leah kindly reminded him: "Do you remember why you massacred your own people?"

"for……"

The knight covered his head, and could not recall any of his previous memories at this moment. However, a strange premonition told him that what Leah was going to say next was definitely not what he wanted to hear.

Lia spoke slowly: "You are afraid of Hephisgetu because you are afraid that their appearance will mean someone will take back your throne and force you to step down."

"If you cry wolf too often, it will come true. But you can rest assured that no Hephaestus will appear here, because I have awakened a more terrifying existence than that."

As his words fell, a thick blood light shot up into the sky, and the ancient being opened its eyes from the throne of the mausoleum and cast its gaze over here.

At the same time, Riya's voice sounded like an evil spirit.

"Your Excellency Tabalf XV, I solemnly introduce to you our old king, the incumbent king of Tabalf for five consecutive generations—"

The moment he finished his words, the yellow sand on the surface began to surge up into boiling arcs.

"People" made of sand appeared from the arc, holding spears made of sand, just like well-trained soldiers.

Then, the Huangsha soldiers consciously formed two teams with Riya as the center, and a lonely figure walked along the wide passage between the two columns.

It was a tall but thin figure with the face of a young ancient pharaoh.

He was dressed in a colorful and gorgeous robe and had a golden double crown on his head that naturally shone with light. He strode towards Riya with a majestic figure like an emperor.

His proud demeanor and dark face had the charm of a dark god or a fallen angel, and his eyes sparkled with an unpredictable sense of humor and lazy comfort.

He began to speak, and the soft music of the Stream of Oblivion rippled through the mellow intonation.

"You can call me the Black Pharaoh."

"Who are you going to kill?"

The appearance of the Black Pharaoh was not the end. Along with the arrival of His projection, more dazzling blood lights appeared over the desert.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the silent Sphinx, and the gap opened from its face. The solid rock fell down, revealing the dark face of the god behind it.

He roared, and His roar could be heard throughout the desert. Then, He completely spread His wings that covered the sky and the sun, broke the stones that bound Him, and descended from the horizon, causing the yellow sand to tremble.

Then everyone witnessed the Faceless God moving his powerful limbs, gently swinging his slender lion tail and walking towards them with his head held high.

"Who are you going to kill?"

In the void, huge claws broke through the cracks in the dream, and the inverted shadow opened its blood-red eyes in the crack, and its bat wings moved slightly, like a wild beast lurking in the darkness ready to pounce at any time, its claws still constantly playing with the metal tridecahedron.

The Night Demon was extremely excited.

"Who are you going to kill?"

At this moment, countless incarnations of the Pillar God who controlled the power of chaos cast their shadows towards this place. Among them were men and women, humans and animals, and even some creatures whose form could not be identified at all.

After their figures arrived, they all grinned and excitedly asked the same question to Lia, the summoner wearing a mask with the aura of her true self:

Who do you want to kill?
At this time, the one thousandth smiling face became bigger and bigger, and its owner moved his arm, revealing his arm from the dark and cold black fog, and then pointed his index finger casually at the stiff Death Knight.

"Kill Him."

A cruel voice sounded from behind the black fog.

The soul that holds the power of death cannot die. It can be constantly reborn from the dust of ashes, and continuous death will endow it with more divine power, making its body more huge and terrifying.

But Leah didn't care. If he couldn't kill it once, he would kill it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times! Ten thousand times! A hundred thousand times!

Kill the opponent so badly that not even ashes will be left.

And didn't He shout that everyone here would turn into Hephaestus? The story of the boy who cried wolf has been told too many times, and the wolf will really come.

By then, no one will be able to save Him.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty Death Knight was facing more and more historical projections before him, and his few remaining thoughts had completely stagnated.

He probably could never have imagined that he just wanted to kill Leah, a simple Memetic Level 2 Extraordinary Being, but he ended up dragging so many people out of the historical time and space.

Even the old kings who had come before him countless times were dragged here.

The Death Knight originally thought that there were only eight projections on the opposite side, but after changing the view, he found that there were only eight projections visible through the gap in the helmet.

There was also a large group of dark shadows blocked by the iron plates on their helmets, and it was very noisy at this time.

Riya seems to be very good at turning a one-on-one situation into a group fight. He knows very well that if he cannot kill the opponent with his own strength, he should find more help.

The person who merged with the Death Knight was originally a Meme One Angel. When he had no savior, the ally he had just made would undoubtedly become the best savior.

If you have a savior, you might as well use it.

"rush!!!"

I don't know which projection shouted first, then rushed forward with weapons in hand. The many projections behind him seemed to have found a leader, and they rushed forward in a black mass following the vanguard's shouting.

Judging from the situation, those people don’t look like fighters charging forward, but more like children who have found a toy they both like and are fighting for it.

"How could I describe them like this..."

Leah shook her head. “The number of incarnations He has used is truly remarkable.”

"Otherwise, why would he be called the God of a Thousand Faces by later generations?"

The Black Pharaoh appeared behind Riya. At this moment, Riya turned around suddenly and saw the emperor nodding slightly at him.

"You have a mind?"

Riya was a little surprised. After all, it was true that one thousandth of the side contained the divine power of Nyarlathotep, and these divine powers could also summon the historical projection of his incarnation.

Although the combat power of the summoned projections is lower than that of the non-projected original body, they have the advantage of large numbers. Moreover, these projections have no thoughts of their own and can be controlled at will.

Therefore, when Riya discovered that the projection of the Black Pharaoh had betrayed her will and stood behind her, she still felt a little confused.

But it was just some doubts. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be completely frightened at this moment and shout: "Ghost!"

"I am an emperor. An emperor does not need to charge into battle with others. All he needs to do is manipulate the entire situation like a tactician to win."

"Is that so?" Ria felt that what He said was not right. If it was just a plan, it would be fine, but the Black Pharaoh had done nothing since he appeared, and it was Ria who acted as the tactician.

"So-called chaos is not complete confusion and disorder. There must always be a controller to maintain rationality in the chaos, just like a line controller who occasionally pulls those crazy puppets that are about to get out of control." "So you are now preventing them from completely losing control?"

"No, this is your duty now."

So what are you doing here? Leah wanted to ask Him this question, but the Black Pharaoh smiled at Leah instead, and his figure disappeared and appeared at the other end of the battlefield.

It was obvious that He came up just to tease Leah.

Riya: "..."

It is worthy of being the incarnation that Naya once used.

He watched as the Black Pharaoh appeared in front of the Death Knight and said something to Him, and then the Death Knight went mad with rage.

He had very few thoughts, so the incarnations gave him new thoughts, helped him regain his memories, and then let him witness with his own eyes what was happening around him and what he was experiencing.

He saw those evil ghost-like figures laughing wildly and attacking him continuously, tearing at his flesh, bones and soul.

He saw the old dead king return and whispered that he would deprive him of his throne.

He died and died again, died and lived again, lived and died again. In this short period of time, he has died countless times. His divine power has increased, but the projection of divine power on history does not have much effect.

They are wreaking havoc across time and space, and we can do nothing about them.

Then, the Death Knight, on the verge of collapse, once again cast his hateful gaze towards Leah.

It's all this person's fault... It's all this person's fault. He brought about the disaster. If it weren't for him, my throne would still be firmly on the throne. How could these things happen now?

Maybe everyone can live, but this person must die!
The Death Knight roared, and for a moment the sound waves actually shook away all the incarnations within a thousand meters.

People saw that the armor on His body was shaking constantly, and those rotten tumors that were growing like cancer were growing along the gaps in the armor.

They appeared on His back, forcibly squeezing the armor to form six bloated lumps of flesh, and then those lumps of flesh suddenly extended gray feather tubes that grew deep inside the lumps of flesh, but they grew crookedly due to excessive twisting.

Those are probably the wings of an angel.

In mythology, the wings of angels are smooth, beautiful, holy and divine, but the "angels" that everyone sees now are just monsters stuffed in armor that constantly ooze out grease, emit a fishy smell, and try hard to grow six wings.

The gray horse had been completely swallowed by the overflowing flesh, and four horse legs arranged like spider legs began to grow on the surface of the flesh.

If we allow Him to continue changing, there is no telling what He will become. If we were an ordinary person, we would do everything we can to interrupt this bizarre transformation and kill Him before His wings are fully grown.

However, the scene was eerily quiet, with all the projections waiting with great curiosity for the mythical creature to complete its transformation.

They watched Him as if they were witnessing a butterfly trying to break out of its cocoon, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing this "butterfly".

Look, His cocoon is loosening.

Behold, He has emerged from His cocoon.

Look, He has stretched out His beautiful and huge wings. Even though they are ugly now, I wonder how beautiful they will be when they are fully grown.

Why did he eat the gray horse? Never mind, it would be good to supplement some nutrition when he turns into a butterfly.

How did he grow horse legs?
Maybe it's butterfly legs.

The projections, including Riya herself, were all waiting quietly. According to the rules of some old film and television, the moment of transformation was sacred and could not be interrupted.

"Come on, come on, you can do it!"

"Don't admit defeat, are you just going to give up like this?"

"Think about your throne, think about your people... Forget it, you'd better not think about your people."

"Think about the God you serve. Can you bear to disappoint Him?"

"King, stand up and lead us to charge once more!"

The projections, who were eager to watch the fun, cheered for the transformed Tabalf, but after waiting for a long time, no further changes appeared on his surface.

The wings that grew quills never grew feathers.

On the contrary, those sarcomas that were out of genetic control grew faster and faster, and in the end, they extended outward like a wave, making a thunderous "crashing" sound.

Those projections that had no time to dodge were swallowed up by the flesh waves. The yellow sand swept against the current and attached to the surface of Tabalf's body. He let out an unprecedented roar and rushed towards Riah quickly.

With the sands piling up its shape, His body grew taller and larger.

Lia witnessed all this, and Darus reminded him: "This man is now completely dead and has no thoughts."

"To be honest, you should have taken action just when "He" had just undergone the transformation. What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking... my inspiration can support me in replicating objects, which the Crawling Chaos calls creations.

And every creation can increase my total amount of inspiration, which is very necessary for the upcoming level 1 meme prophet interpretation. "

"You are not planning to..." Dales suddenly thought of a possibility. He felt that Liya's idea was too crazy. It was simply not something a human could think of.

"Yes, it's what you think."

Riya nodded.

"I want to replicate the lifeless mythical creature below, to fight the extraordinary with the extraordinary."

As for those submerged projections... they certainly have more important things to do.

Inside the increasingly huge mythical creature, a group of wandering figures successfully found its core.

If the armor had not been torn, it would not have been so easy for everyone to touch the internal organs wrapped in the death curse.

The Black Pharaoh stretched out his hand towards the seal, and endless black light gathered from His hand.

The squirming mass of flesh automatically appeared in His hand.

It was also at this time that the mythical creature realized that its core was being touched.

He went completely insane, and his body expanded several times in an instant.

Ria also closed her eyes at this time, and when she opened them again and peeked out through the mask, the body of the mythical creature was no longer what it had been before.

His body turned into a series of crisscrossing lines. Unlike ordinary objects, these lines were scarlet, and binary garbled codes like numbers appeared on the surface from time to time.

(End of this chapter)