They all call me an Outer God.

"He needs to generate more negative emotions."

At this time, Leah was completely immersed in his own art of self-cultivation, and didn't care at all how big a hole he had dug for his past self.

"My great Heavenly Father, how can you be so cruel even to yourself?"

Just when Liya was about to leave, Daler suddenly appeared beside him. This action frightened Sval so much that he flew several thousand meters away with a wing.

But Daler soon returned to Leah.

"Don't be so wary of me all the time. After all, we are on the same side, right?"

“Hahaha——”

After hearing what Daler said, Swar actually opened his mouth and blew air at a mask. To be honest, this was the first time Riya saw little Swar blowing air.

"It's so scary." Daler acted very aggrieved in front of Leah.

"It's just teasing you."

Liya did not hide his bias. After another simple joke, he began to ask Dale if he had any new discoveries.

Of course, Dahler is happy to answer this question.

"Great Father, after helping you complete the Hongmen Banquet you mentioned, I got the list of guests for the banquet.

There are many people who are related to the old gods. I have marked the key names with blood. Maybe there will be more uninvited people later. Ah, to be honest, I am a little worried that the palace of Cranbeya can't bear the aura of so many people."

"We can unite the sun and the abyss to use the laws to reinforce time and space to curb pollution. This is not a difficult task."

"You are so wise!"

Dale laughed and said, "Father, shouldn't we write a new script for their arrival? Otherwise, it would be boring to just socialize."

"It won't be boring. Besides, there's no need for a script. Reality is dramatic enough."

Speaking of this, Riya's eyes suddenly became playful.

"The people on the list were all invited by Rising Sun and Abyss through their personal connections. Just imagine, if we invited everyone but left out the one we wanted to invite the most, how would things go?"

"As for the one who wants to be invited the most, I think you can guess who it is even without me telling you. We just played a trick on him, and now he is probably so angry that he will come down immediately and blow Enders up."

Dale understood immediately: "In this way, the development of things will become like a fairy tale, but this fairy tale can only be called a dark fairy tale."

Liya agreed with this statement very much. Gradually, He narrowed His eyes and slowly narrated the new script like a bard singing.

The wind blew in all directions, covering the dusk with the withered yellow leaves and the evening stars, and playing the whispers of a night banquet.

"A long time ago, there was a beautiful and rich country that was often shrouded in fog—"

The name of this country is Enders.

Endles, as its name suggests, means a place without end.

One day, a new angel was born in Cranbeia, the capital of Enderles..."

This angel has six gray wings on his back and holds the power over trade and gold. He was named "Gold" by the meme god Sodiris who accepted him. From now on, gold will continue to govern the laws of balance and replacement of all things and command order.

To celebrate the birth of the Golden Angel, Sodiris was naturally very happy. He would hold a grand banquet in the palace to welcome the Golden Angel. The Sun handed the invitation to his messenger. At that time, the four knights of plague, war, famine and death would wander in the shadows and pass the invitation to those who were willing to attend the dinner.

All of these people are well-known and influential figures. Even though many of their real bodies are still sleeping, they are still happy to send their incarnations to join in the fun.

People admire angels.

Before attending the banquet, everyone brought their own gifts and blessings to the golden angel. They all had sincere smiles on their faces, and their clothes and accessories showed their status and strength.

Under the cheers of the sun and the abyss, everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine in the direction of the golden angel.

Singing, dancing and music began.

The church's yellow bell suddenly rang, and just as the blood-red full moon hovered above the Gothic spire, seven black figures stepped into the church in sticky shadows.

The candle flames froze into pale humanoid crystals as they passed, and the choir's children's voices suddenly turned into the sticky echo of hundreds of octopus tentacles hitting the stone slabs.

"Welcome everyone."

The Archbishop of the Church of the Rising Sun took off his robe, revealing his back covered with star-shaped suction cups.

As seven figures stood in front of the throne, the stained glass windows inlaid with human teeth, unable to withstand the pollution, suddenly oozed out a bituminous substance, almost completely wrapping the magnificent palace covering 26 hectares into an amber cocoon.

The first visitor took off his hat, and his molten silver face showed seventy-two kinds of smiles: "On behalf of the will of the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, I offer my blessing to the golden angel."

He pressed the crown of thorns into the angel's skull, and dark gold blood immediately formed an eye-shaped emblem on the angel's forehead that kept opening and closing. The spikes of the crown began to pulsate regularly, as if some liquid darkness was being injected into it.

The woman wrapped in a scarlet nun's dress let out a flaming laugh, and the jewel necklace around her neck looked like countless miniature suns collapsing.

"On behalf of Cthugha, I grant you blazing purity."

When her fingertips touched the wings of the golden angel, veins of magma immediately emerged under the angel's pupils, and the hidden negative emotions were carbonized into ashes in the scream.

The third messenger, whose figure under the yellow robe was always shrouded in the mist of corruption, until He placed a golden mask inlaid with mermaid gill slits on the angel's face and said: "This is the blessing of Hastur."

Countless transparent tentacles suddenly extended from the inside of the mask and pierced into the flesh. The golden angel greeted him: "Thank you for taking the time to bless me."

He turned his gaze to the fourth messenger and was slightly stunned: "Teacher..."

"I am proud of you, Lea. So is my Lord Yog-Sothoth."

"We grant you the power of higher-dimensional space and time."

The fifth knight called himself Msisha. He embedded a bronze pocket watch into the angel's chest. The numbers on the dial were the words of twelve extinct civilizations: "May our civilization last forever."

The sixth lady wears a black veil and a black dress, with a mourning flower adorning the right side of her head, covering her pair of pointed ears.

"Shab Nicholas, I offer this gift to Father God. May your authority over creation be further enhanced..."

The seventh messenger was an extremely huge, long-horned black dragon with multiple pairs of wings. He hovered outside in the form of a dragon, then turned into black mist and poured into the hall, then transformed into an owl and saluted with one wing.

"Goo."

(End of this chapter)