The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Just as the meeting was nearing its end, and the group had prepared several contingency plans for a major attack, someone suddenly burst in, saying in a panic, "Excuse me, Mr. Howard, I've brought you to the wrong place..."

"Oh, you all continue with your work..." The old man who loves crafts got up and raised his fist as he left.

The meeting room fell silent, leaving only the group of mystics looking at each other in bewilderment.

Then, he finally saw the person he was looking for, and incidentally, the person he wanted to assassinate.

Brinton, a famous mystic.

Within the circle of mystics, the Brinton family's influence can be described as that of a truly millennia-old dynasty.

Even for ordinary mystics, having one unique technique in their family is already considered a significant achievement. This patriarch alone possesses dozens of unique techniques, and with each generation, their number of techniques will only increase.

If things continue as they are, it may only take a few decades for this family to openly unify the power of all mystics.

However, they chose the most unconventional approach: after eliminating all those who posed a threat to them through the Salem incident, they recruited all the other mystics into their ranks.

This is information that Mr. Love Crafts obtained from the two mystics, Austin and Howard.

Meanwhile, this mystic, who was no different from an ordinary person, stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window at the scenery of Mousse, Indonesia, completely ignoring the old man who loved craftsmanship disguised as Howard.

“Lord Brinton, I have come to offer my loyalty.” The old man of the Craftsman’s tone had become just like Howard’s as he spoke.

"Howard, have a seat." The person opposite him seemed like a normal young man. He didn't give the impression of being an old man who was nearly a hundred years old according to the information. Instead, he seemed like a young general.

However, after the old man who loved crafts sat down, Brinton laughed. He looked at the mystic across from him who had been "capturing" him and said, "I really don't know how Howard got the 'Reincarnation of Evil Spirits' spell and was able to summon a guest that I never expected."

The old man who loved crafts shrugged and said, seemingly jokingly, "Looks like I've been exposed."

"I knew you when you first showed up. After all, Howard and Austin should be on the shores of Boston right now, right?"

At this moment, the old man who loves craftsmanship stopped pretending. He reverted to his original form, dressed in a gray suit and wearing a white mask, holding a cane in his hand. The empty black hole beneath the mask silently stared at the enemy in front of him.

He had always been very curious about why this person had created such a "Mousse, Indonesia tragedy," even at the cost of dragging the whole world down with him.

"Heh, a humanoid evil spirit, possessing the ability to disguise and mimic, wearing a mask. Let me guess your identity... The Joker? No, the Joker wouldn't have such rationality, nor would he possess your wisdom. Heh, I've got it..."

A smile played on his lips, as if pleased to have guessed the identity of the person opposite him: "The representative of Cthulhu fear, Mr. H.P. Lovecraft?"

The old man who loved crafts didn't say anything, but it was clear that the other party had completely confirmed his identity.

"It seems I guessed right. So it's the renowned Elder Luo. Although you were born in the form of an evil spirit, I have long admired you." He smiled, seemingly not lying.

"When I was a child, around ten years old, the first birthday present I received was your book, 'The Dunwich Horror.'" He seemed to be recalling his childhood, and suddenly his expression turned tearful as he reminisced about the past.

"Later, during my university years, I also joined your work enthusiast group. Your work was incredibly popular back then, circulating throughout the university. Some people even started writing derivative works based on your work immediately after reading it, creating the now-famous 'Cthulhu Mythos'."

The old man who loves his craftsmanship doesn't feel anything real.

His works only became popular more than ten years after his death, and even became popular to an extent that no one could have imagined. However, he was destitute during his lifetime and could not even afford to eat. His death was also closely related to poverty. If it weren't for the help of his friends, he might have starved to death much earlier.

He was like Van Gogh of the 20th century. Before his death, his works were ignored and couldn't even earn him a decent dinner. But after his death, his manuscripts and stories were sold for exorbitant prices, and even a century later, they have become the benchmark of "horror" worldwide.

It has to be said, it's a very strange thing.

Seemingly persuaded by the "fan" opposite him, the old man who loves crafts said: "I am very confused now. Why did you do such a thing? To rule the world? To become a god? Or simply to create terrorist incidents? Your answer may determine my attitude towards you in the future."

“Haha, Mr. Lovecraft, if it were you, you would surely understand me. In the future, we are very likely to be like-minded people walking the same ideal path.” Brinton looked up at the sky, seemingly gazing at the stars, and said…

"Elder Luo, don't you think Blue Star is far too insignificant?"

The old man who loves his craft: "?"

"Look, planets that we can't explore even with all our might are as insignificant as grains of sand in the vast universe. Humans might not even be able to explore the solar system in their entire lives, let alone the deeper parts of the universe. For you, who have written such science fiction horror, do you see humanity as insignificant as ants?"

He sighed, and this sigh even made the old man who loved crafts pause for a moment.

"Haha, it seems I guessed right. Indeed, you are someone who shares my ideals." He seemed to marvel at his own extraordinary wisdom, extending his hand to his childhood idol and extending his invitation.

“Old Luo, don’t you think humanity has actually gone astray? Technology has its limits. In this short life, I understand that the more we develop technology, the further we get from our goal of exploring the universe, even to the point of going in the opposite direction. And the creatures on this planet have even castrated themselves of their own ‘immortality.’ By the time I realized it, I was already old and frail.”

He sighed and smiled as he continued to the old man who loved crafts: "In ancient times, all life was immortal. As long as they weren't preyed upon by natural enemies, they could reproduce forever and live forever. But this unparalleled power was abandoned by those ancient creatures, who instead imposed lifespan limitations on themselves..."

"Your era may not have been able to figure it out yet. The so-called lifespan is actually the self-restraint of later generations. The earliest life forms are all immortal beings!" He looked up, and behind him, ancient trees that had grown tall and mighty outside the window were visible.

"Like these ancient creatures, they don't even have telomeres; they are in a perpetual state of division, which is what we call 'immortality'!"

"And if we can also achieve 'immortality,' wouldn't the exploration of the universe be an achievement within our grasp?" he said, even dropping another bombshell on the old man who loved crafts, "Old Luo, you may not know, but there are aliens in the universe!"

"Even the origin of life on our planet was only possible with the help of an alien called the King, and we are the ones who obtained the alien legacy and thus transcended this era."

"So, if it's you, you'll surely understand me. We, who are dissatisfied with the inherent flaws of humanity, also disdain the humble and insignificant nature of humankind. Let's explore the entire universe together and witness the vast and diverse futures on other planets. What do you say?" He extended his hand, as if inviting the old man who loved crafts.

The old man who loves his craftsmanship: "..."

Is this idiot crazy?

When did he ever look down on humans?

That's artistic license in the novel. He's writing a horror story, and how can you highlight "horror" without showing the insignificance of humanity? Are you suggesting he write about Jehovah and Zeus playing a role-playing game in a horror story?

Do you want to eat?

He originally thought that the enemy might have some "huge conspiracy", but it turned out to be just the social Darwinist approach.

All that he did was for... immortality?

The old man who loves crafts doesn't understand. Shouldn't your cultural circle consider immortality a curse? Isn't the desire for immortality part of their culture? Perhaps the obsession with immortality might resonate with the demonic cultivators of a certain Eastern power, but for him, it doesn't evoke much resonance.

However, what made him frown was that the other party mentioned the news of "the King". Although it was only mentioned briefly, he kept it in mind.

"So, what is your ultimate goal?" the old man who loves crafts asked.

"Qijiela will absorb the world's energy, thus giving birth to several 'World Fruits'." He smiled and revealed his plan. "At that time, with just one of these fruits, we will have the power to travel through the stars, and this world will lose its value."

He looked out the window with a mocking expression: "After all, all that's left in this world is a bunch of useless cogs in the machine of work and debt. They're just tools that provide value anyway, so they might as well become value in the hands of us pioneers exploring the universe."

"And Elder Luo, I am willing to share with you the great power brought by this fruit."

The old man, who loved his craft, let out a long sigh. Behind his mask, he looked at the person opposite him: "It seems I have no reason to refuse, so there's only one answer..."

He picked up his cane: "I swear to be loyal to you."

Chapter 196 There is only one way to revive the giants.

"Buzz..." Zigela's flowers opened.

In a very short time, the flower went from blooming to withering, until two fruits were born in the very center of the flower.

The energy of 52 billion people seems to have converged on these two fruits of divine will. They are the crystallization of "humanity," the highest-level treasure that can be created by the collective of individuals called "human."

The only regret is that someone has invaded the underground and disrupted their ritual, forcing them to start the final plan ahead of schedule and even expending a lot of energy to "split" the contaminated body.

This further reduces the quality of the already shrunken fruit!

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because at this point, the plan is basically complete, and the benefits for 52 billion people are not much different from those for 84 billion people.

The branches enveloped him as he slowly stepped into the petals of the Zijera. At that moment, as he climbed the petals, it felt as heavy as ascending to godhood. Until he plucked a fruit into his hand, he smiled, grabbed it, and swallowed it instantly.

"Hahaha, I did it! I finally did it!"

Such laughter seemed to resonate throughout the world.

……

"Hey, hey, hey, what on the other side is that?" Annabelle saw this scene from across the coastline, and could only gape in astonishment.

"Old Master Lovecraft sent back a message..." Austin said with a strange look, "The other side obtained information about something called 'The King,' and then summoned the first creations of the ancient King on Blue Star... which are the ultra-ancient prokaryotes we saw..."

"By the way, 'King' might be the creator god of the Big Bang..."

"Huh?" Not only Annabelle, but everyone else also found it strange.

"No, doesn't he realize there's something wrong with this information?" Howard chimed in, "If that 'King' is the creator god of the Big Bang, then the universe has existed for billions of years, while prokaryotes first appeared 30 billion years ago... It just doesn't make sense, does it?"

He was originally a paleontology professor in addition to his studies of the occult, and he had planned to just coast along, but now that he'd stumbled into his own area of ​​expertise, he couldn't help but complain.

“How should I know? Go find him! And what are we doing here empathizing with a mental patient? Maybe he's just a tool all along, doing everything for someone else without even realizing it,” Annabelle complained. “Isn't he just like those Kirieloids?”

Howard: "..."

He's someone who's only watched superhero movies and never watched tokusatsu, so he's really out of touch with your kind of jokes.

In short, the old man who loves crafts at least brought back the information they could find, which means that the so-called Brinton may simply be a tool, someone else's puppet.

Their enemy, the ancient prokaryotic being, is very likely a creation left behind in the world by "a certain god," who simply said he summoned that god's creation.

“I know that. The theory of the origin of life once included the ‘extraterrestrial hypothesis’.” One person raised their hand.

Everyone looked over and saw only the brown-haired girl with glasses that the witch had brought. They didn't even know what the girl did. She looked like a student who should be sitting in a lab writing a report, not here with them, these old, abnormal creatures, preparing to save the world.

“But wasn’t the extraterrestrial hypothesis overturned? The mainstream hypothesis that followed became the ‘biosoup’ hypothesis, which is the hypothesis that life would emerge from the natural aggregation of organic matter,” Howard chimed in, after all, he was a paleontology professor.

Although this paleontology professorship was obtained by paying money, it was merely a cover for his identity as a mystic.

“I once saw a ‘new alien hypothesis’ derived from the alien hypothesis,” You Xiaoniao continued. “In ancient times, before the emergence of life, there may have been alien meteorites or asteroids that brought ‘samples’ of other life forms from the universe.”

"Although it traversed countless universes, and the sample lost its activity and merged into the primordial ocean, it essentially provided the world with a reference answer. As a result, all organic matter in the world began to gradually converge and evolve in the direction of that sample..."

She presented another hypothesis.

“Hey, hey, hey, we’re facing a monster that’s a thousand meters tall and can be clearly seen across hundreds of kilometers of ocean, not discussing paleontological hypotheses!” Annabelle complained from the side. “What are we going to do to fight it? I reckon even Daigo would have a hard time with this thing. Are we going to rely on the old man Ai-shou-yi?”

"So who is Daigo that you've been talking about?" Howard, the male prostitute mystic, finally blurted out.

“Ha, my husband!” Annabelle shamelessly pointed to herself with her thumb, her stitched face beneath her pigtails now displaying an expression of pride.

other people:"……"

Although her outburst dispelled the tension in everyone's hearts, it was clear that it only provided a slight relief.

To this day, they have found no way to deal with the enemy. Looking at the mystical ritual beneath their feet, can this "glorification" ritual really work?

They don't know it, but it's difficult for them to realize it.

Even in the next moment, the tree roots thrashed wildly, and the seawater surged like a raging tsunami. A few minutes later, the colossal tsunami, which defied human understanding, directly struck the Boston coast where they had set up the ceremony.

However, the next moment, a giant standing weapon appeared in the sky. It was like an ultimate robot that could only appear in a fantasy work. Just by passing by overhead, one could feel an unparalleled airburst.

The beam of light emitted by the Sky Thunder instantly split the sea, easily destroying the tsunami, which then disappeared into the boundless ocean as waves.

"I'm not late, am I?" Xue Dinglu's voice came through the loudspeaker.

At this moment, everyone was shocked by the owner of the voice. Even Austin could not imagine that Xue Lude could pull out such a gorgeous mecha that seemed to exist only in fantasy.

“No, you’ve come at just the right time.” Everyone laughed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xue Dinglu launched the Tian Ting into the air. He wasn't going to give the other side any time to react and said directly, "Full power, target: enemy a kilometer away."

The crystal on the chest of the Skybreaker burst forth with endless energy conduction. Starting with zero frames, it immediately unleashed its ultimate move, a sign of respect from Xue's Law to the opponent.

"Star-Burning World-Destroying Cannon!"

A surge of intense heat energy overflowed from its chest, and the light and heat that shone in the sky bombarded the giant tree from bottom to top.

If the Star-Burning World-Destroying Cannon were to strike Mausoleum, Indonesia, the entire North America would be transformed into a hellish landscape of obsidian and glass by this terrifying energy. Even the Atlantic Ocean would be burned to ashes, seawater would flood in, and the entire South America and Eurasia would become a barren wasteland where life could hardly survive.

So it was a shot from the bottom up. In my imagination, this attack should have easily burned the giant tree, and even if the remaining heat spilled into the sky, it would have raised the average temperature of the world considerably, and it would take many years for it to reach equilibrium.

Just now, the seawater in the distant Atlantic Ocean was almost evaporated by more than half a meter.

However, when the light and heat disappeared, all that remained on the other side was a charred piece of wood. The Star-Burning World-Destroying Cannon had worked, but the result was far from satisfactory. The giant tree even began to shed its charred outer bark, revealing new shoots inside.

"How is this possible? An attack capable of burning the sea could only cause this level of damage to that thing?" Neither the people on the shore, nor Hermin with Xue Lu, the old ghost, nor the Greeks could believe this result.

“Tier 5… Indeed, it is a fragment of the Venerable King…” Xue Luding closed his eyes. The next moment, his consciousness connected with the entire world. Xue Luding asked the world consciousness directly.

"Mom, can you give me the information now?" Xue Dinglu asked.

Before he even arrived in this world, he had guessed that Blue Star might not be so simple. After all, based on his experience, there might be more than one being above the fifth rank on Blue Star.

For other civilizations, Tier 5 is an insurmountable barrier. Even for a renowned power like the Iron Curtain, Tier 5 is the upper limit.

Currently, among those above level 5, Xue Law only knows about the Interstellar Corps, but the Interstellar Corps is clearly a group that does not reject the use of the "King's" power.

And, the Great Sage...

However, Xue's Law may now know that the Great Sage has probably not reached level 5 yet; he should be around level 5.

"I'll tell you everything after it's over."

Xue Lu took a deep breath. In other regions, the Tian Ting, which had unleashed the Star-Burning World-Destroying Cannon, would be paralyzed and completely unable to move. However, on Blue Star, his home turf, the machine could still continue to operate.

However, it's unclear how long it will take to recharge before launching another planet-destroying cannon.