A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Felin aimed the still-smoking gun at the great wizard who was about to sound the alarm, and decisively fired, killing him on the spot. "Who told you that Iberian swordsmen are only good at close combat? Hand cannon shooting is also a required course for us."

He stepped forward, casually beheaded the legendary wizard who had been struck in the heart, and then looked at the cave entrance to the side.

Just as he fired his gun, the other four men jumped out of the cave and rushed toward their target. Within seconds, not a single living wizard could be found in the bottom layer of the control center.

The dragon glanced at the reincarnation watch on his wrist, shook the blood off his longsword, and sheathed it. "Fifty-eight seconds, not even a minute yet. Three legends, a bunch of great wizards, not bad!"

"Is this considered boasting?" The Phidian placed square explosives on the ground, looked at the dragon race not far away, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you Yan people supposed to be very modest?"

“Excessive humility is arrogance.” The dragon raised his head slightly and said casually, “With our current achievements, if we continue to be humble, how will those who are worse than us survive?”

Hearing his words, the Phideon shrugged. "Say what you will, you're the captain anyway." Then he turned to his teammates who were standing there watching. "You guys are just going to stand by and watch? Come on over and help! Stick these bombs to those machines."

The group sprang into action, and soon, high-energy explosives were spread throughout the entire energy center. After completing the final scheduled task, the Phildians stood up and walked to the dragon's side. "When are we going back?"

"One minute later." The dragon silently submitted the quest.

"Are we really not going to try our luck with those three missions? What if we accidentally..."

"Our heads will fall off."

"..."

"Stop dreaming." The dragon looked silently at the energy center in front of him. "Three, two, one, go!"

A colorful light flashed, enveloping the five people and instantly taking them away from the energy center where the explosion had begun. Amidst the endless, scorching flames, they vanished without a trace.

Chapter 310: A Letter from the Cthulhu World

"I heard that they've already started working on the Reincarnation Space. How's it going?" Yarman asked the doctor following him without turning his head as he walked forward slowly.

The doctor followed behind him step by step, and immediately answered the question: "The results are very good. We have successfully reclaimed several small worlds and captured a lot of damaged wizard starships. Vegapunk has reverse-engineered the wizard starships, and the results are remarkable."

"Has the problem with void travel technology been solved?"

"Of course, we're not as advanced as the wizards, but that's no longer our weakness," the doctor continued, then added with some concern, "However, since our starships have improved, Dominator-level wizards have been appearing more and more frequently, and the front lines are a bit strained."

At this point, the doctor sighed with a headache. The war was getting more and more intense, and death was no longer limited to the soldiers and officers at the grassroots level, but was beginning to spread to higher levels. In just the last short period of time, he had already received no less than five obituaries for gods who had died on the battlefield.

Although most of the deaths so far have been among the weaker minor gods, the increasingly brutal nature of the war still worries him greatly. If things continue to develop in this way, by the end of the war, the Terran Divine Court will be at least half empty, or even 70%.

"Don't think about it too much for now. Let's get through this first." Yarman walked through the dream world, inspecting the world layers that were now filled with military factories and barracks. "Post-war problems will be solved after the war. First, we need to win this war. If we lose the war, thinking about post-war matters is pointless."

The doctor paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, “...You’re right.”

The two walked forward one after the other for an unknown amount of time before Yarman suddenly stopped. He slowly took out a snow-white envelope from his pocket, on the surface of which was a sealing wax stamp of a Tree of Life array.

Looking at the familiar pattern, he sighed deeply. What was bound to happen would eventually happen; a letter had arrived from his hometown.

He casually opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and read it carefully. The content was not much, less than three hundred words. Excluding the opening greeting, the closing blessing, and the final signature, there were only a little over one hundred words of useful content in the middle, which could be described as a lot of empty talk.

After reading the contents, Yarman silently put away the letter. He turned to the doctor beside him and said, "You'll have to do the inspection work yourself from now on. I have to go out for a bit."

"Did the Cthulhu universe send you a message?" the Doctor asked bluntly.

“To be precise, it was a letter written to me by my mother, Shub Nicholas.” Yarman smiled with his head down, then turned to look to the side. “The Council of the Gods has convened. As a formal member of the Pantheon, a direct descendant of the High Mother Goddess, and a legitimate member of the Cthulhu life system, I must return to attend the meeting.”

After listening to his words, the doctor nodded as if he understood, "You have quite a few titles. By the way, what is the Pantheon? How come you are a formal member?"

“The Pantheon, as the name suggests, is the divine court of Cthulhu,” Yarman said calmly. “As for why they are official members, it’s because those who can hold meetings in the Pantheon are all Outer Gods.”

"...The entire temple is filled with Outer Gods! How many Outer Gods must be inside!"

"I don't know, but judging from the number of seats, there must be at least thirty or forty, right?" Yarman stroked his chin uncertainly. It had been a long time since he last went back to his hometown. In such a long time, the number of Outer Gods in his hometown must have increased considerably. He couldn't be sure.

However, one thing is certain: the current Cthulhu world is incredibly powerful.

After straightening his clothes slightly, Yarman looked at the Doctor beside him, "I'll go back and make some preparations. With you and Mostima here to keep things under control for a while, the Wizarding World shouldn't be too worried..."

"Isn't Mostima coming with you?" the Doctor asked, somewhat puzzled. He looked at the frozen Yarman and tilted his head in surprise. He felt that it was unlikely that Yarman would want to go alone.

Given Mostima's personality, in the end, the two of them will probably have to go together. However, this presents another problem: Terra will temporarily lack an Outer God-level powerhouse, leaving it in a state of temporary emptiness.

If the Wizarding World happens to break in at this time, that would be terrible. If it's not an Outer God level being, the Doctor can still kill it, but if an Outer God level wizard comes...

After thinking for a long time, Yarman waved his hand, "Let's leave it at that for now. I'll let you know when we set off. I'll try my best to keep Mostima here. If it really doesn't work, I'll think of something else."

"Alright, you go ahead then." The doctor nodded, turned and flew off into the distance. "I'll go inspect first."

Watching the doctor leave, Yarman turned and walked into the portal, returning to his office.

He picked up the golden robe from the coat rack, put it on, and was about to leave the office when a blue figure suddenly appeared and stopped him.

“You’re going to a meeting in the Cthulhu world? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mostima stood in the office doorway, looking at Yarman, who had pulled his hood up. “You were planning to go without telling me?”

After a moment of silence, Yarman removed his hood and looked helplessly at Mostima in front of him. "There are only two Outer Gods left in all of Terra. At least one of us needs to stay. I have to go to a meeting. You..."

“I want to go too!” Mostima said resolutely. She knew that Yarman was going to a meeting to discuss how to deal with the invasion of the Wizarding World.

As the leader of the Terra world and one of the gods of the Cthulhu world, and a direct descendant of the High Mother Goddess, Yarman will definitely be on the battlefield, and most likely as a frontline commander.

After so long of war, Mostima had gained a deep understanding of the Wizarding World, a vast and unfathomable world with a considerable number of Outer God-level powerhouses.

Attacking such a powerful world, even a strongman like Yarman might perish far from home.

Seeing Mostima's resolute expression, Yarman sighed and stepped forward to support her shoulder. "Don't worry, this is just a meeting. The home front isn't fully prepared yet, so it's impossible for war to break out so soon!"

"Don't worry, I'm really just going to a meeting, and I'll be right back. You just wait here for a few days, okay?"

Seeing Mostima remain silent, Yarman lowered his hand, casually crushed the time travel ticket in his hand, pulled the hood back over his head, and turned to step into the spatial portal.

"Wait a minute!" Mostima raised her hand, and a purple spell flashed as she looked at the mysterious purple rune that appeared on Yarman's hand. "If you don't come back within a week, I'll come looking for you."

Looking at the purple spell runes on the back of his hand, Yarman silently lowered his hand, turned around, stepped into the portal, and disappeared into the air along with the portal.

Chapter 311: You are the vanguard general of the Cthulhu world

At the center of the Milky Way, on the edge of the galactic center.

A massive portal suddenly appeared above a rocky planet, and a figure clad in a golden robe slowly emerged from it. With a wave of his hand, the figure closed the portal and began to observe the surrounding environment.

After scanning the entire galactic core, the figure slowly raised its head. "This orientation is wrong. There's no one around here, so why did it give me this location?"

Taking off the hood from his head, Yarman looked at the bare, rocky planet beneath his feet, scratching his head in a bit of confusion. He had come here according to the coordinates contained in the letter, and looking at those new coordinates, he had thought that his mother's life world had moved.

But now that we've arrived, we've discovered that something seems off. Surely, a world with life shouldn't be this desolate. The planet beneath our feet is just a rock ball, completely devoid of any signs of life, and the surrounding planets are the same.

Standing on the planet's surface, Yarman looked up at the sky. Instantly, a strange wave surged from his body, spreading in all directions. In just a few seconds, it passed through the entire Milky Way galaxy and spread unstoppably towards the entire Cthulhu universe, sweeping across every corner.

After standing still for a moment, he detected a tiny and mysterious response fluctuation. After determining the location of the fluctuation, he instantly disappeared from his original spot, leaped several times in the boundless universe, and arrived at the place where the fluctuation originated—a vibrant, primitive planet teeming with life.

He slowly landed on the planet's surface. After scanning the entire planet with his spiritual power, he quickly identified an ancient tree with particularly vigorous vitality. He traveled to the ancient god, placed his hand on the tree, and the life tree array in the origin stirred slightly, connecting with the ancient tree's genes.

Sensing the chromosomes that were specially pieced together to resemble an array of the Tree of Life, Yarman smiled knowingly and connected his own essence to the chromosomes. Instantly, a powerful summoning force dragged him into the ancient tree.

Without offering any resistance, Yarman let the force drag him forward. After a great deal of struggle, he finally appeared at the end of his life—in Nicholas's world.

Looking at Nicholas standing not far away, he paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mother, how have you been?"

“You have truly become an Outer God.” Nicholas said slowly, somewhat surprised. The black mist around her rose and fell slightly as if it were a living thing. She looked her child, who had been away for so long, up and down and nodded repeatedly. “That’s really good. You’ve already reached this level.”

"It seems that going out more often has its benefits; it's not advisable to stay indoors and work backwards!" Nicholas said with great emotion, her words carrying a sense of the passage of time as a former child who has now grown up.

“Compared to you, I am still far behind.” Yarman said with a smile. When he was at the Dominator level, he did not have a direct understanding of his mother’s power, only that she was very strong. It was only now, after becoming an Outer God and standing in front of her, that he truly saw everything clearly.

The difference between the two is like the difference between a grain of sand and a star; they are completely incomparable.

Hearing his words, Nicholas did not refute them, but just smiled casually. Suddenly, the black mist around her began to surge, slowly flowing towards Yarman, enveloping him in the black mist and pulling him in front of her.

The enormous tentacles gently wrapped around Yarman, pulling him into her embrace. "Welcome home, my child."

Sensing that gentle life force, Yarman unconsciously revealed his true form. Like Nicholas, tentacles slowly extended out and embraced Nicholas, who was holding him. "Yes, I'm back, Mom."

The two embraced for a long time before slowly separating.

Nicholas led Yarman, who had regained his human form, to a small pavilion. Looking at him, who was shrouded in a golden robe, she said with some dissatisfaction, "Can't you take off that golden robe?"

Helpless, Yarman removed his hood and looked at Nicholas across from him, asking, "Didn't you choose this for me?"

“I chose this for you, but that doesn’t mean I expect you to wear it all the time!” Nicholas shrugged helplessly. “Are you going to sew this outfit onto your body?”

Yarman shrugged. "Isn't this about keeping in line with everyone else?"

"You... never mind, I can't be bothered to argue with you. Wear it if you want." Nicholas shook her head, casually grabbed a black goat that was circling around the two of them, and hugged it, rubbing it. "You should know about this meeting, right?"

Yarman imitated her, picking up a black goat and slowly rubbing it in his arms. "I know, but has the Wizarding World offended us? Why is war suddenly breaking out?"

“The main problem is that there have been a lot of new Outer Gods lately, and we can’t keep up with the resource allocation.” Nicholas said, stroking the black goat in her arms with her head down, without looking up. “Our operation is indeed quite large now, but there are too many people to feed, so in the end, there’s still not enough cake to go around.”

Is there ever enough cake to go around?

"That's what we say, but we should still give what's due, and the rest is up to each individual to do."

"So this war is about distributing the extra pie?"

“You could say that.” Nicholas slowly raised her head and looked at Yarman opposite her. “This time, I hope you can participate in the war, and it would be best if you could kill a few alien gods. That way, no one will gossip.”

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at Nicholas across from him and asked, "Is it because I haven't been back in my hometown all these years, and I've been taking a portion of the Pantheon's offerings all this time?"

“That is indeed true.” Nicholas nodded and said slowly, “You always need some achievements to prove that you are worthy of this offering, and more importantly, you are my child.”

After listening to her words, Yarman nodded. "I understand. I will go. Will I be the commander this time?"

“No, you’re just the vanguard. We’ll be going into battle later,” Nicholas said calmly, leisurely stroking the black goat in her hand. “According to the intelligence we’ve gathered, there should be quite a few Outer Gods in that Wizarding World. You need to be careful.”

"..."

"Don't worry, a few more Outer Gods will go with you, and we'll go into battle afterward." Nicholas's tone remained calm, as if she were discussing what to eat today.

Listening to her words, Yarman sensed something was wrong. The Wizarding World was indeed powerful, but it shouldn't require Nicholas and the others to intervene, right?

Sensing his doubt, Nicholas's tone became slightly evasive, "Nyarlathotep has already gone to see for himself. The Wizarding World is indeed worth our full effort. You've all underestimated them."

"...!"

Chapter 312: I, Mostima, am the commander of the vanguard army!

Sitting quietly in his seat, Yarman watched the arguing Outer Gods without saying a word. His mission as the vanguard general to lead the newly promoted Outer Gods on an expedition to the Wizarding World was already decided. All that remained was to wait for the troops to be ready before the army set off.

Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little unsure. As the world administrator, his main task was to maintain the stability of the Terra world. He mainly worked behind the scenes in management and logistics. He hadn't led troops into battle for a long time and was worried that he wouldn't do a good job.

Furthermore, after so many years of development, the Cthulhu world seems to be no different from before. He still doesn't know what the soldiers he's going to lead this time are like, whether they're recent products or a hodgepodge of different countries' weapons and equipment.

The soldiers didn't know their generals, and the generals didn't know their soldiers. This situation made Yarman uneasy. His troops had already met all the criteria for a ragtag army. If things continued like this, he would probably end up being buried far from home.

What should we do? This is terrible!

Yarman muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the arguing Outer Gods. If nothing unexpected happened, these newly promoted Outer Gods arguing before him were his generals.

The problem is that he still doesn't know the specific abilities of the individuals or their specific areas of specialization. He does have a relatively clear idea of ​​their general direction, though, since they are currently in a meeting and each Outer God has runes condensing above their heads after they sit down. By looking at the runes, he can roughly guess their general direction.

“One is on the spiritual side, which should lean towards the soul; two are on the energy side, which should be electricity and dark energy; and one… two… five are on the physical side! Isn’t that too many?” Yarman observed the arguing gods in front of him, propping his head up with his left hand and muttering in surprise.

He could understand that there might be more new Outer Gods on the physical side, but the other two major directions combined didn't even have this many, which was a bit outrageous. Had the Cthulhu universe been updated? Otherwise, how could there be so many on the physical side, and they all seemed to be of pretty high quality?

"Speaking of this, I have to thank you, my child."

A voice suddenly rang in his ear, but Yarman's expression remained unchanged. "Hmm? What's going on?"

"Because you successfully advanced from the Dominator level to the Outer God level, I had a research direction, which led me to discover the reasonable path for Dominators to advance to Outer Gods, and that's how so many new Outer Gods on the physical side came to be." Nicholas's voice rang out again, explaining all of this to him.

"You deserve a lot of credit for the fact that there are so many Outer Gods over the years. If it weren't for you, we would still be thinking about how to create Outer Gods directly. My child, you are of milestone significance, do you know that?"

Listening to his mother's words, Yarman immediately understood everything. After successfully breaking the rule that the rulers could not become Outer Gods, he brought these people a brand new idea, which indirectly promoted the development of the Cthulhu universe.

As for why there are so many newly promoted Outer Gods on the physical side, it's probably because they are Nicholas's children. Nicholas developed a reasonable method for advancement, which she shared with the other two, and the other two also gave up their share.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman idly surveyed the assembled gods, quietly awaiting the final result.

The gods present did not keep him waiting long. After a brief vote, four new Outer Gods were selected: one from the spiritual side, one from the energy side, and two from the physical side.

Seeing that the results were in, Yarman didn't linger any longer. He took the scroll Yog handed him, turned around, and left the Pantheon, leaping towards the small world where the vanguard army was stationed.

In three days, the army will set off. He needs to get to know his army as well as possible during this time. As for the selected Outer Gods, he has already sent them a message, asking them to gather at the army headquarters. They can get to know each other better then.

"Sigh, why the rush this time?" Yarman sighed in frustration. He had promised Mostima that he was only here for a meeting and would return afterward, as the army's departure was still a long way off. But now, the vanguard was setting off in three days, and he feared he wouldn't be able to return.

Standing in the army command post, Yarman remained silent for a moment, then sent the message to Mostima and quickly received a reply.

"I'm coming to find you right now," Mostima said firmly. "Give me your coordinates."

Yarman didn't give it to her directly, but instead started talking about something else, "This time, I'm leading the vanguard army from my hometown to conquer the Wizarding World. Once we've established a foothold, more Outer Gods will come."

"You mean, this war is very dangerous, and you still want me to stay in Terra and not come here?"

“Yes,” Yarman replied calmly. After receiving information that the Wizarding World was comparable to the Cthulhu world, he was even less willing to let Mostima come; it was too dangerous.

After receiving Yarman's message, Mostima did not respond. Their chat window remained stagnant, without any further activity.