It's time to become an evil god.

The man closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in Prague, thousands of miles away.

The Vltava River has dried up, leaving only its riverbed. The remaining ruins of the city have also disappeared, replaced by a patch of blood-red moss and lichen, with columnar fungal chimneys constantly emitting thick dust of spores.

"What the hell is this thing?"

He had never seen such a bizarre scene before, and none of the Great Old Ones currently ruling the Earth could do it.

Just as the man was about to go down, a monster with astonishing speed suddenly rushed up and tried to sever his limbs. However, the man was faster and directly disintegrated the monster that rushed in front of him into powder.

A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes beneath his dark skin.

"Impossible,"

The man could clearly sense the speed of these terrifying insects, and even found it somewhat difficult to keep up. He himself was immortal, but these insects possessed the power to steal divine power.

"No wonder those bastards disappeared; I never imagined such a monster existed."

Realizing something was wrong, the Black man crossed his arms in front of him, and the surrounding noise vanished without a trace.

He was in an unimaginably dark and enormous chamber, where the blind, mute, and foolish souls of gods danced clumsily to the sound of giant drums and the shrill whistles of flutes that echoed throughout the chamber.

The man pulled the swarm's hive master's consciousness into his own domain.

However, to his surprise, this guy turned out to be a human.

interesting.

Bai Ge, who was in the dark, didn't understand what was going on until she saw the tall, thin man in front of her, and then she had an expression of sudden realization.

"I see."

"I know who you are."

Bai Ge sized up the silent black man and said coldly, "Lucian, the Purifier."

The black man across from him, who had been smiling the whole time, froze instantly. The God of a Thousand Faces took a deep breath and slowly said, "I still prefer to be called Obama."

Chapter 601 Artificial Ancient God

What exactly are you?

Nyarlathotep remained restrained, unable to see through the young man before him. This man possessed power no less than any Outer God, for in his eyes, the young man was a monster whose upper body barely maintained a human form, while his lower body had transformed into enormous, writhing tentacles. Moreover, he could clearly sense the power of Lawrence, the Lord of Imagination, trapped within the Star Sea Storm, emanating from him.

"you guess?"

Bai Ge calmly gazed at the gods before him. In Bai Ge's eyes, those once high and mighty gods were not even considered terrifying others, but merely slightly troublesome elite monsters in the dungeon.

"I see."

Nyarlathotep's gaunt, almost inhuman face suddenly twisted into a ferocious grin as he pointed at Bai Ge and said, "It seems those guys from Nordens have created things that even they themselves can no longer control. Rather than calling you food for the higher Old Gods, it's more accurate to say you're beings capable of replacing them. How terrifying. If we wait a little longer and are trapped in our own separate instance worlds, you players might become beings that even the Outer Gods cannot resist."

Nyarlathotep seemed to understand the purpose of the Evolution Game very well, but he also seemed to care nothing about the means of the Evolution Game.

"I forgot to tell you something: as long as the concept of matter exists, Azathoth will not disappear. Even if you continue to rebel against him, don't forget that in a sense, he is the creator of all things. Those Outer Gods and Great Old Ones that came into being are like seeds of grass scattered haphazardly to grow and die on their own. The venom of an ant may kill a giant elephant, and a fly may stand on the giant elephant's corpse and swagger around, but don't forget one thing. Even the most powerful ant is still just an ant; they have nothing to boast about."

"Alright, even if you devour the entire planet, so what? It's just a copy."

"It is indeed just a dungeon, but what if I were to say that the Zerg hive could devour all dungeons?"

"All the copies? Impossible."

Nyarlathotep's expression changed slightly. He understood what Bai Ge meant. The Outer Gods who invaded Earth were split into countless dungeons, and the final boss of the dungeons that humanity faced were the unspeakable Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods.

"You think you can devour all the Outer Gods and Great Old Ones by yourself? Absolutely not!"

Nyarlathotep's expression changed drastically, and he ceased to maintain his human form, transforming into the true Lord of the Gods.

The darkness was torn open, and daylight returned to the world.

Bai Ge looked up and saw a huge, writhing black object hovering above him, seemingly crawling across the sky. This was Nyarlathotep's incarnation.

The image of an old god's messenger who brings omens of destruction.

The ground was now covered with countless insect nests, ravenously hungry and howling, intent on destroying everything in their path. The speed of the insect swarm's evolution had reached a level that even the gods feared—Nyarlathotep had initially thought these bloodthirsty insects would take about a day to devour and destroy the world, but unexpectedly, in just one hour, the entire Earth had been devoured, leaving nothing but barrenness, and even the remaining microorganisms on the ground had been completely absorbed by the mycelium.

"All the energy is converted perfectly, without a single bit of waste. It's as if this race was created to devour the universe. I suddenly wonder, if this race devours everything, what fate awaits them?"

"They will degenerate into cocoons and lie dormant, drifting in the silent outer space until they find the next target to devour."

Nyarlathotep instantly realized the gravity of the situation: the Outer Gods only wanted to destroy Earth, but these guys were thinking of returning the entire universe to its deathly state.

However, Nyarlathotep realized that he alone could not stop this swarm of insect monsters that was growing stronger and stronger. The only way was to find a way to unite with other gods to destroy the swarm before it grew stronger.

Do you think I'd give you that chance?

Bai Ge shook his head slightly and said coldly, "While you were speaking, the insect hive had already teleported all the monsters to other worlds and was desperately devouring all the organic matter in the dungeons."

Bai Ge pointed to his wrist, making a gesture as if he were checking his watch.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Hive has already devoured several weaker Great Old Ones and is gradually taking over all the instance worlds."

"Are you crazy?"

A feeling called fear arose deep within Nyarlathotep's heart.

It firmly believes that gods who have existed for eternity will not die, but if all the fundamental matter that exists is destroyed, the so-called Outer Gods are nothing but empty shells.

These are not weak insects at all, but terrifying man-eating worms!

……

In all the scattered parallel worlds, the top-tier players truly experienced despair.

Faust clutched his empty arm, his forehead beaded with sweat from the pain. He had tasted the agony of his body being torn apart countless times. Although the power of the gods was barely enough to keep him in the fight, he could still sense that the Outer God's offspring before him was an insurmountable peak.

The Black Goat of the Forest, which has given birth to countless offspring.

Sabu Nicholas, the Mother of Dark Abundance.

Countless offspring of the Outer Gods descended.

Those enormous, pitch-black monsters, emitting sounds like goats, were rampaging and devouring everything in the world. However, Faust could not use the Necronomicon's effects; he could not use the Outer Gods' power to defeat them.

"impossible."

He turned to look at the enormous pile of corpses behind him, stacked like a small mountain. They were lower-level players from the Frankenstein Alliance and other organizations who had paid a heavy price to stop the Outer Gods' invasion.

However, he was no longer in the mood for sadness. Even with the combined fighting power, they could not defeat the vast number of Outer God offspring. Even when he joined forces with other top-tier players, they could only eliminate one of the Dark Offspring.

But for Faust, that was enough.

In the previous Yharnam instance, Faust inadvertently obtained the method to create reborn Ancient Gods. After research by all the scientific elites of the Frankenstein Alliance, they developed another path that had never been imagined before.

[Artificial Ancient God]

"call."

Faust let out a soft breath and turned to look at the vice presidents behind him.

Ed, Death Requiem, Cursed Doll, the Ritual Summoner is desperately holding up the last magic circle, while the Black Goat Spawn within the circle is undergoing constant changes.

"here we go."

Faust closed his eyes, dropped the props in his hand, and slowly walked towards the center of the magic circle.

He wanted to merge with the corpse of the ancient god.

Chapter 602 Obeying the Will of the Insect Hive

Any item could have an unknown effect on the artificial Outer God, so Faust discarded and unbound all the items bound to him. The Black Goat's offspring, which all the player hunters had exhausted their power to kill, became the best summoning medium. Originally a huge black four-legged monster, it underwent a bizarre transformation. The corpse of the Outer God's offspring began to gather and merge with the players who had died in the dungeon, eventually transforming its lower body into countless human arms, legs, feet, and unknown chunks of flesh haphazardly pieced together with huge bones. The corpse continued to twitch, seemingly on the verge of resurrection. At this moment, Faust stepped into the summoning barrier without hesitation, and the writhing black tentacles of the Black Goat's offspring immediately extended towards Faust, tightly binding him.

An excruciating, corrosive pain coursed through his entire body. Faust gritted his teeth, resisting this terrifying mental erosion as he fought for control against the Black Goat's dying will. At the same time, his body was being slowly devoured, his lower half already merging with the Black Goat's.

"President, if this continues, you will never be able to come back to life."

Ed frowned and said, "That's enough!"

"That's not enough. If we fail in the instance, it means the Outer God will awaken in the real world. Even if we barely survive, then what?"

The others remained silent, forced to watch helplessly as Faust let out agonizing howls, ultimately merging with the Black Goat's offspring to regenerate into an artificial Ancient God. Faust, meanwhile, teetered on the brink of madness, his mind consumed by a single thought.

Kill all the ancient god's offspring before you!

He chanted ancient Mihma incessantly. Although Faust was a self-taught mage, his extraordinary talent far surpassed that of ancient magical families with established lineages across Europe. He even led the Frankenstein Alliance down a path that deviated from tradition by combining magic and technology.

He is now using the corpses of the ancient god's offspring as nodes for radiation, expanding the power of his original magical skills to a level that humans cannot reach!

If a single venomous insect injects enough venom, it can kill a giant elephant instantly!

Faust's remaining human consciousness is desperately suppressing the raging black goat offspring instincts within him. These offspring, created by Sabu Nicholas, only follow two instincts: eating and procreation.

After finally suppressing all his raging emotions, Faust slowly gathered his last bit of consciousness, focusing all his accumulated willpower together.

"Dyson ball!"

Upon hearing this secret code, the remaining players present retreated and immediately created a barrier, knowing that this was a skill activated by the guild leader at the cost of his life.

Eight blazing stars appeared overhead. They were only one ten-millionth the size of the sun, yet they emitted several times more heat.

In an instant, the entire land turned into a burning hell of agony.

Those players who managed to escape also felt the protective shield slowly melting under the intense heat; even from thousands of miles away, they could still see a blood-red expanse in the sky.

The ground temperature has instantly risen to several thousand degrees Celsius and is still rising.

The trees caught fire almost instantly, turning into charcoal; the asphalt road melted rapidly; and the steel plates quickly turned into a pool of molten iron.

The raging fire wind swept across the ground, and the reinforced concrete buildings were rapidly melting, the metal turning into a ball of red-hot molten iron, the high temperature scorching everything.

The rampaging black goat offspring could no longer withstand the scorching heat and let out painful howls. Their massive bodies began to writhe. They were merely the offspring of the black goat mother who had given birth to millions of offspring, and they had no resistance to anything.

Faust's Dyson Sphere was originally a spell that would cause both the caster and the target to perish. If the caster could not withstand the intense heat first, they would die quickly. That's why he used the power of the Outer God to resist the Outer God.

The raging divine power within his body was rapidly dissipating, and the intense heat emanating from the burning star was quickly consuming everything.

Faust could not hold on any longer. The Dyson Sphere was originally designed to be driven by the power of Outer Gods and Ancient Gods, pushing the power of magic beyond its limits. The only drawback of this wide-range attack magic was that the mana bar was consumed too quickly. Even stealing the power of the Outer Gods' offspring could not sustain it for long.

Faust watched helplessly as the star's flames gradually died down and cooled, eventually disappearing into the depths of darkness. The black goat offspring, their bodies melting like ice cream, realized he was about to collapse and charged towards Faust with agonizing howls. By this time, Faust had exhausted all his strength and could no longer resist the monsters' onslaught.

Is this the end?

Faust felt completely paralyzed, as if he had become a statue, helplessly watching death approach him.