Witch Redemption

These rulers, known as "evil gods" or "Great Old Ones," are supreme monsters that no human can directly contact, and are also catalysts that lead people to corruption and madness.

Of course, legends are just legends. Since the birth of mankind, many evil gods have disappeared without a trace. Although the legends of many "magic books" left by later generations have some truth to them, they are not as terrifying as people imagine.

Because humans cannot easily obtain such mystical items; they are all in the hands of the corresponding evil gods. Even if an evil god "doesn't think straight" and causes trouble to let a human know the truth of this world, there is only one fate for him.

The most powerful ruler in a universe will take the initiative to purge, and some things that are not even considered evil gods will be completely destroyed and become dust in the universe.

It's worth mentioning that there is indeed a very famous "magic book" on Earth, the legendary R'lyeh Text, which records ancient marine biology and marine history...

In reality...

Okay, how could this thing possibly contain such a thing? The R'lyeh Text is not actually the kind of magic book that can summon evil gods as rumored, but rather the power of the evil god Cthulhu.

Many years ago, the god of blindly eating fish—no, the god of blind folly, Azathoth—began to expel all other gods in the galaxy and establish his own absolute power. From then on, the galactic world fell into true silence, which the gods called the Absolute Darkness.

It was from that time onward that a large number of deities who had once followed this supreme god were scattered throughout the universe.

They may slumber in the universe, abandoning thought and waiting for the stars to return to their places before reviving; or they may wander about, expanding their territory on the edge of the universe and pursuing the end of its expansion; or they may try to pass the time during their long lifespans by creating numerous clones, allowing these clones to represent their original consciousness and dream extremely distant dreams in various places.

Besides these, some evil gods who were never content with their lot chose another way. Perhaps they were curious as to why the Supreme God had banished them, perhaps they were unwilling to be driven away so easily, or perhaps they simply had a death wish flowing in their veins.

So after being banished, they once again placed their clones back into the galactic world, leaving behind many "magic book legends" while also going to great lengths to lie in wait and secretly observe the course of history.

Of course, as long as these avatars of evil gods behave themselves, the supreme god Azathoth will naturally turn a blind eye. But if they keep causing trouble, they will bring about their own destruction.

Among these many remaining evil gods, the true holder behind the R'lyeh Text, "Cthulhu the Weak Ship," is undoubtedly the most low-key, constantly showing weakness, and then inexplicably always running into obstacles.

At first, He suspected the Supreme God of having ulterior motives, wondering why He was stubbornly guarding this mundane and unremarkable place called the Galactic World. Curiosity led Him to lie low. However, He was never the kind of evil god who could sit idle. After a long period of inactivity and timidity, He began to build His own paradise in the depths of the South Pacific Ocean, the vast underwater city of R'lyeh.

Then He was shattered by some supreme being and lay dormant in the universe for countless years before recovering. However, when His avatar secretly returned to Earth, the planet had become completely unrecognizable and terrifyingly different...

Many evil gods who want to "deceive" the supreme god Azathoth into the galactic world, or even into the Earth world, must follow certain "unwritten rules".

The unspoken rule is that no evil god can descend in their true form, but only in the form of an avatar. Furthermore, this avatar must not reveal its secret as an "evil god" and must perfectly "integrate" into society.

The avatars of the evil god can choose to reside in polar regions, the deep ocean, or the Earth's core, far removed from any human or intelligent society. If they intend to enter human society, they must do so under a normal identity, absolutely avoiding any panic. In other words, this "unspoken rule" is tantamount to a prison for the avatars of the evil god, forcing them not only to change their appearance but also to constantly conceal their true power.

The so-called "magic book" is precisely the countermeasure of these evil gods. They seal most of the power of their clones in the "magic book" they carry with them, so that they can initially transform into humans or other normal forms of birds and beasts.

This is why these evil gods can act within the physical framework and behave like "normal people" when they do not reveal the true power of the "magic book".

Why are there legends about "magic books" in human history, but no real information has been left behind?

The biggest reason is that these "magic books" are never something that the evil god's avatars can easily discard. Rather, they are their source of power and their lifeblood that they absolutely cannot lose.

For example, is the R'lyeh Text, which is related to the evil god Cthulhu, really a record of ancient marine biology and marine history?

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"Reveal, R'lyeh Text!"

A hoarse voice, like boiling water, is calling for the revival of the slumbering land; the most hidden homeland of Cthulhu is about to be revealed!

At that moment, Kelvin's slender left hand mutated into eighteen wildly dancing, blood-red octopus tentacles, which "spit out" a strange, yellowed book amidst the frenzied intertwining. The book's cover was engraved with various twisted black and gray patterns, vaguely forming a malicious octopus head, with an evil eye open in the very center.

The world seemed to have fallen into a long standstill. The strange book that had broken through time and space and opened rapidly was completely blank, containing no content.

But the moment it was fully opened, the entire space resounded with the strange roar of the ocean, wave after wave, crashing in all directions like a raging tide.

Suddenly, the world distorted, the jungle landscape faded, and was replaced by an eerie bluish-green.

The air, imperceptibly, had transformed into a cold, intensely salty liquid; all the surrounding trees were frantically moving away, then changing into high walls, gigantic windows, massive stone carvings, twisted statues, or reliefs...

Everything here, though seemingly architectural, completely defies normal building construction. The entire area appears to be composed of unprecedented spatial structures and dimensions. Perhaps any intelligent being who witnesses this extraordinary sight would experience intense dizziness, or even descend into madness.

Impure, chaotic, and evil—these are the very words that describe the underwater city of R'lyeh!

And today, this former home of Cthulhu has arrived for the first time in this desolate alien world on the edge of the universe!

"A domain! No, this is a domain?"

Oz the Trembling Wind, the beautiful young man, quickly stopped his attack in the face of this sudden change and retreated a few steps defensively.

He discovered that this godforsaken place seemed to have turned into a death arena. Although the surrounding air seemed to have turned into liquid, he could move around just as normally as before.

Who exactly are you?

Without a doubt, the changes before our eyes have completely exceeded the comprehension of the present god "Oz the Trembling Wind," and are entirely outside the realm of "common sense."

Under normal circumstances, any demigod or true god-level being who possesses "domain power" will reveal their true form and true domain power the moment they fully unleash their domain power, completely transforming into a non-human form.

But this guy is different. Even after being pulled into this terrifying and bizarre space, the woman with the high forehead and long dark green hair did not change much. Even her left hand, which should have turned into a strange tentacle, began to return to normal.

"Who am I? Ha!"

The girl with long, dark green hair and a high forehead smiled slightly. "Don't you already know? The ancient creator, whose true name is 'Cthulhu,' the great being who will kill you next—remember that name well!"

"Come on, I'm getting serious now!"

The R'lyeh Text, tossed into the air, mutated, twisted, and expanded, transforming into a terrifyingly multiplying behemoth. In less than a second, what should have been a bizarre book turned into a colossal, dark green beast, exploding with a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

The enormous octopus head, covered in countless floating tentacles, and the massive humanoid body were covered in indescribable, bizarre scales. A pair of tattered, seemingly undeveloped fleshy wings flapped from its back. The overall image was striking at first glance. At the same time, this colossal monster raised its pair of huge, webbed claws, assuming a ferocious posture ready to attack.

This is the truth of the R'lyeh Text. In order to hide in the Earth world, He, Cthulhu, endured humiliation and hardship, severing most of His power and sealing it within a spellbook. To survive on that Earth, He, lurking in the ocean depths, dared not even attack the numerous ships, leaving behind many humiliating titles.

But that doesn't matter. As long as that world can bring her a more extreme spiritual experience, she doesn't care even if she has to be treated like a grandson forever.

But what does this broken world even matter?

Just because you're used to seeing Cthulhu as weak doesn't mean you think He's really weaker than a ship, right?

"This is my complete form! Enjoy! This 800-meter-tall evil god, Powwa!"

"Take him down! My warrior!"

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"This creature is no ordinary creator. Without a doubt, it has severed its consciousness from its physical form. This enormous monster represents its primordial power and actually possesses no consciousness whatsoever. The one who truly possesses consciousness is this unmutated brat. This battle is simply like..."

It's like fighting a puppeteer. No, this fat, bald behemoth that this guy summoned is probably not just a puppet.

As the present-day god of the desolate ancient kingdom, Oz the Trembling Wind is actually over nine thousand years old. He did not personally experience the mythical era more than ten thousand years ago, nor did he ever fight against the true creator. However, he has completely memorized all historical records left over from ancient times, and has never forgotten them.

In other words, he is not simply a living god, but a walking encyclopedia.

His understanding of the creators who once existed in this world was second to none, which is why he was able to judge that the creator before him was different from others.

"The Creator's realm is very special. If the realms of the ancient gods are the embodiment of the mind, creating a special world on the spot with countless backdoors, then the Creator's realm is pre-set, unrelated to the mind, and more like a completely closed space with only one door for entry and exit. That's why the Creator's realm is even more terrifying than the realms of the present gods. Once you get caught up in it, it's a fight to the death. The present gods can't escape unscathed. Only by completely killing the Creator can they break the deadlock."

The gods of the present world could also consider striking first and directly trapping the creator within their domain; however, the danger of doing so would be far too great to bear.

This is because the realm of the Creator is far more advanced, and generally, higher realms cover lower realms, making the lower realms the least risky. However, if a lower realm were to attempt a futile effort to capture an ancient Creator prematurely, there is a high probability that the lower realm would be overwhelmed by the ancient Creator's higher realm, resulting in severe consequences.

Therefore, when the ancient gods fought against the true ancient creator, they were often the ones who had to act last and were extremely passive. Even so, with the wisdom of those ancient ancestors, they still created many methods to deal with the ancient creator. For example, many ancient gods would face one ancient creator together and then activate the "domain power" of all the ancient gods to crush the ancient creator's personal domain.

Unfortunately, Oz the Trembling Wind is now all alone, and he must find a solution on his own.

Furthermore, he noticed something even more chilling: the ancient creator before him, who called herself "Cthulhu," possessed a domain unlike any other recorded in ancient records of creators. This being's domain wasn't created out of thin air, nor did it seem pre-planned; rather, it appeared to have existed for millions of years. Rather than a domain, what he saw was a strange, independent, and ever-present underwater world. He hadn't been trapped within a domain; he had been transported to another world!

Could it be that way?

Speculation is speculation, but there is one thing that is quite surprising: this creator named "Cthulhu" is so aggressive, but in reality, the power he displays is probably not as terrifying as the creators recorded in history. There should be a considerable gap between them, at most he is only slightly stronger than these gods of the present world.

"I still have a trump card to kill gods, perhaps I can test it out in advance!"

Thinking of this, facing the enormous creature about to attack, the beautiful young man suddenly widened his eyes. Instantly, his body burst through countless clothes, and his enormous divine form was officially revealed in this area.

"Roar, Hurricane Domain!"

A storm swept up in the water, transforming into a massive, rapidly surging vortex. Within the vortex, a super black monster, standing three hundred meters tall and nearly a thousand meters long, finally revealed its true form.

The monster resembled a coiled serpent, its jet-black "snake body" covered in countless twisted, braided patterns, between which were clearly numerous wildly dancing "fuzzy tentacles," shimmering with a pale blue light. Instead of a reptile's head, it was an unimaginably enormous human head.

The head's face had long since rotted away, revealing eerie white bones and a mouthful of densely packed sharp fangs. The eyes in their sockets had been replaced by vortexes of wind elements.

Behind her and down to her neck, there was a large amount of hair that looked like "black flames," burning fiercely.

"No, my domain..."

Was the hurricane domain absorbed by the domain of this ancient creator?

No, he didn't absorb it; he can still use his magic to control the wind element normally. So the real situation is that this godforsaken place makes it impossible to cast domains? Or perhaps neither of them has a domain? How is that possible?

In that instant of confusion, the two enormous beasts finally collided heavily, the terrifying impact causing the surrounding seawater to tremble wave after wave.

"R'lyeh, my haven."

Faced with the impending fierce battle, the high-browed girl, who should have been standing still, suddenly moved and retreated thousands of meters away, hiding in one of the buildings that was not submerged by seawater and was tens of thousands of meters high. She found an armchair, took out her "collection", and began to enjoy watching the scene.

The last time she expanded her domain, she brought ten false gods from the Elf Kingdom into this place, only to be completely overwhelmed. She herself couldn't even hide and suffered heavy injuries.

This time, there's only one opponent, so surely we can relax and watch the show, right?

This is the life everyone dreams of—the mind dreams, the body works. Sorry, but this most indulgent evil god has already achieved it. Her own body becomes a laborer, fighting to the death below, while she sits atop this highest peak, sipping her sugary soda, constantly watching and shouting.

"Well done! Faster! Harder! Hit him to the death!"

Ah, this is life, I don't want to try anymore!

She took out a dozen bottles of soda that she had collected long ago from her cozy nest and said with a sigh, "I have to use this sparingly. If I had known things would turn out like this, I would have prepared more before we were kicked out. What a miscalculation!"

"According to the plan, I might have to bring those two bastards into my comfort zone next. I need to find a way to hide this thing so they don't find out."

Once upon a time, that blue planet also became the ideal world in the heart of this evil god. Perhaps she could understand the thoughts of a certain supreme being who had been protecting the galactic world all along.

"Never mind, I'll finish them off once the fighting down there's more or less over. I'll take down this false god, establish my authority, rescue my followers, forge a deeper alliance with those two evil gods, and then continue my escape..."

Tsk, this is really annoying. Even the evil god's clone has to run away in fear of this godforsaken place. Xiao Shu hurriedly ran away.

Chapter 30 The God-Slaying Spear

The once handsome and beautiful young man has transformed in the blink of an eye into an ugly, serpentine black monster in this vast underwater world, with sharp wind blades coiling around his body to protect him, creating high-speed whirlpools in the water.

At that moment, the enormous black creature collided heavily with another ancient, dark green creator. The violent collision of their bodies tore through the wind and sea, creating a deafening explosion.

"What terrifying strength!"

The god of the present world, "Oz the Trembling Wind," was sent flying backward, his jet-black serpentine body bearing ten hideous wounds and gushing out a large amount of purplish-red blood.

"If I'm not mistaken, I can't use my domain in this strange world, and it seems that the other party is also unable to use domain power, otherwise they wouldn't be engaging in hand-to-hand combat with me like this."

The dark green true form of the Creator, as large as a mountain, appeared in their field of vision. It was like a wild beast without any sense of reason, rampaging and exuding oppressive power. Its huge claws displayed unprecedented destructive power.

If it were two god-level powerhouses clashing over their domain powers, the outcome would not be as simple as a physical melee. Instead, each attack would create its own corresponding physical laws, triggering mental energy attacks at the physical level and above, damaging the soul and divinity, rather than a passionate wrestling match like this.

"Oh no!"

In the blink of an eye, the long, serpentine body, flung through a distance of nearly ten thousand meters, slammed heavily against the towering walls. Strangely, the mutated body of a god-level being, which inherently possessed extreme weight and power, remained completely unharmed and unmoved by the impact.