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Chapter 97 Cthulhu and the King in Yellow

Amidst the ruins, Casillas watched this scene with satisfaction; the feeling of turning the tide in such a desperate situation was simply wonderful.

Gu Yi probably didn't expect this either; she's probably still dreaming.

Thinking of this, Casillas became even more smug.

"Casillas, have you joined forces with them?"

Ignoring the excruciating pain, Gu Yi struggled to get up and ask for an explanation.

"It's not really a partnership; it's just a matter of each getting what they need."

While answering the Ancient One, Kaecilius ordered his men to subdue the group of mages who had been defeated by Banner.

"Are you insane, Casillas? Or has your inner jealousy driven you mad? Join forces with Banner, and this city..."

"The city will be fine."

Kaecilius said calmly, and seeing the Ancient One, who was usually as calm as a saint, now looking somewhat out of control made Kaecilius extremely happy.

"Did Banner promise you he wouldn't destroy the city?"

Ancient One frowned. Even if Banner had made a promise, given Kaecilius's personality, it was unlikely that he would trust him.

"He made no promises, but he's a smart man, and he wouldn't dare to make any rash moves until he figured out a way to deal with that crowbar."

Casillas's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with calculation.

He walked slowly toward the Ancient One, each step exuding composure, as if victory was already assured.

"As for you, Ancient One, you always called yourself a guardian, but you never expected that your stubbornness and prejudice would become your greatest weakness. You refused to accept new power and refused to serve the King in Yellow, which doomed you to failure."

Casillas waved his hand slightly, signaling his men to handle the captured mages more carefully, ensuring they wouldn't become unexpected variables.

"And I, Casillas, see a more distant future. I will lead my great Father into this turbid world and create a new era like never before."

A flicker of despair crossed Gu Yi's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"Casillas, you're wrong. None of those sovereigns are easy to deal with. They are not as merciful as you think. You may succeed temporarily, but what you pursue will ultimately destroy everything."

"Then let's wait and see, Ancient One."

Kaecilius's lips curled up, as if he could already foresee the glorious scene of his victory. To the Ancient One's warning, he simply smiled, a smile that contained both disdain and mockery.

"Ancient One, you always live in the shadow of the past, thinking that your experience can see through everything. You always smear those benevolent beings. The Yellow King you serve is indeed such an evil god, but the great Cthulhu is different. He is a merciful Father, and we are all His children. Children can enjoy the love from their father."

Casillas’ words were full of confidence and fanaticism. He turned to face the captured mages, and his voice suddenly became cold and resolute.

"These mages, they will become the cornerstones of the new order, or witnesses, or victims; it all depends on their choices."

Casillas's gaze swept across the faces of each captured mage, their eyes filled with fear, anger, or confusion, but he merely smiled faintly, a smile that revealed an unquestionable authority and determination.

"Remember, each of you has the opportunity to become a creator of this new era. Choose to stand with me and believe in the great Cthulhu, and you will gain unprecedented power and glory. But if you choose to resist, then only destruction and oblivion await you."

His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate directly into people's hearts.

As he spoke, Casillas waved his hand lightly, and a surge of green energy flowed from his palm, instantly shrouding the surrounding space in gloom.

The captured mages were completely immobilized by this force and could only watch him helplessly, their hearts filled with despair.

"Casillas, do you think you've won?"

Gu Yi sighed softly, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Oh, I didn't win? Isn't everything before my eyes the best proof? The new era I'm about to usher in will completely change this world, and you will be forgotten by history as a remnant of the old era."

However, an unusual light flickered in the Ancient One's eyes.

"Casillas, if you had intended to kill all these mages, perhaps it wouldn't have been a big deal. But you actually want them to convert, and to the Lord of R'lyeh no less! Do you think the Yellow King will remain unmoved?"

Kaecilius was about to mock the Ancient One when, for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill.

A malevolent gaze was fixed upon him, a gaze that seemed to transcend time and space, piercing Casillas like a blade.

The other members of the Dagon Church felt the same way; despite the weather not being cold, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Stop being so mysterious. How could those great beings come to Earth so easily just because some believers want to convert? Are you kidding me!"

Kaecilius angrily berated the Ancient One, as if only in this way could he soothe the fear in his heart.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if the King in Yellow really came into this world because of this trivial matter.

Just then, the sky suddenly turned unusually gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sky and obscuring the faint light. A cold wind blew by, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression, as if some indescribable being was approaching.

Kaecilius's expression changed drastically. He looked up at the sky, a sense of unprecedented crisis rising within him. He realized that the Ancient One's words were not unfounded; those ancient and powerful beings might indeed possess unimaginable power and perception.

"No, this is impossible..."

Casillas muttered to himself, trying to convince himself that it was just a psychological effect, but the chill from the abyss grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible for him to ignore.

A faint yet soul-piercing golden light slowly rose from the church, like the rising sun piercing through the long winter night, yet carrying a solemnity and eeriness that did not belong to this world.

Amidst the light, a figure gradually emerged, clad in a dazzling yellow robe. His face was shrouded in a faint golden halo, obscuring his features, yet exuding an aura of transcendent majesty.

Casillas's teeth were chattering. He regretted not doing it. Who would have thought the King in Yellow would actually show up?

Just as Casillas and the others reached the peak of their fear, they suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

A colossal figure, beyond the measure of conventional scale, slowly emerged. Its body was composed of endless darkness and tentacles, each tentacle as thick as a mountain range, its tip shimmering with an eerie green light. It was none other than the Lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu!

Two enormous gods now appear in opposition in this city!

(End of this chapter)