Cthulhu Gonfalon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The breach that was made by the Kingdom of the Goddess of Harvest had turned into a horrible world where demons and monsters danced like mad.

The first batch of meat sacs had hatched, and hundreds of demons in odd shapes had crawled out of them. They didn't spread to all sides, nor were they overconfident enough to attack the God of Justice, Yorgaardman. Instead, they made strange roars which made people feel dizzy, formed an odd battle formation, and began to pray.

These demons prayed in a very special way. Ordinary people prayed according to the following procedures: praying, worshipping, and meditating. But the creatures did it differently—when they were in position, they began to dig up disgusting green sludge from the ground and put it in their mouths without any hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the powerful divine figures who could stare at the Dragon of Chaos suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't because they had been attacked or something of the like, but a reflexive action.

On the ground, a floating green jellyfish made a strange cry, his face turned white.

"What the f*ck! That's too disgusting!"

This scene made Sui Xiong wonder if he had been attacked by any spiritual spells. He couldn't imagine that there would be such a kind of creature that would regard the putrid sludge as food and eat it with such a fanatic appetite.

"The aesthetic standard of demons is really different from that of human beings…" he muttered to himself and shook his head incessantly.

A moment later, the demons did more to challenge his expectations.

Sludge certainly couldn't be digested, and they ate so much that their stomachs swelled as if they were seven or eight months pregnant. If human beings ate like this, they would surely be lying on the ground, unable to move, or maybe sent to the hospital for assistance. But these guys had no intention of stopping and were trying to eat more, so their stomachs finally burst.

One by one, miserable wounds appeared on their chests and abdomens, and the sludge they had eaten before, mixed with their dark red blood, flowed to the ground.

"Are these guys insane?" Sui Xiong was startled.

But after a while, his expression suddenly changed.

Demons even grabbed the semi-digested sludge that flowed out of their stomachs mixed with their blood and ate it like delicious food.

Sui Xiong couldn't bear it anymore and threw up on the ground.

What was worse, he vomited what looked like water, which fell to the ground and mixed with mud. It seemed similar to what the demons had eaten.

So Sui Xiong vomited again, even harder.

In the Pantheon, even the most powerful gods were standing up and gazing at each other.

"What the hell is this?" the God of Orcs, Lefon, muttered to himself. "Should we beat our opponents in such a disgusting way?"

"God knows! But there is no denying that this way works." The God of the Holy Pedigree of War, Wenner, brightened his eyes and said, "Maybe I can try to learn it."

"You're perverted enough. Don't push yourself in an even more perverted direction!"

"Quiet." The God of Human Beings, Wuther, frowned and said coldly, "Let's just watch what Yorggardman will do."

Those powerful figures suddenly quiet down. Their will was stronger than steel, so no matter how disgusting the scene was, they wouldn't shrink back. But since now they were in another man's shoes, they would certainly be affected by others.

A confrontation between masters, where if one side was affected a little bit, it would become an opportunity for failure.

As Wuther had said, what was most important was how the God of Justice Yorgaardman would deal with it.

In terms of strength, Yorgaardman wasn't worse than any of them, even better than many people. Now, Yorgaardman's way of dealing with such things could be used for reference so that in the future, when they faced the Dragon of Chaos, they would have more possibilities to win.

And the God of Justice did not disappoint them. Facing the ugly demons inspired by the Dragon of Chaos, he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled coldly without being affected by them even a bit.

All the powerful Gods nodded slightly, but others sighed softly.

The way that the God of Justice had dealt with such a situation was legitimate, not outrageous. They could also use such methods, and if they encountered such a situation, their practice would be similar to that of the God of Justice.

This held no importance for their future reference!

However, valuable information wasn't so easy to get after all. They sighed slightly and put this matter aside.

"I don't know what will happen after they finished their praying," the God of War, Wenner, murmured. "What powerful helpers will they summon? Or will they make the Dragon of Chaos stronger?

The answer to this question soon came to light.

When the disgusting demons had "prayed" for a period of time, their bodies suddenly exploded into blood all over the ground.

This blood fell into the pits they had excavated before and become the outline of a magic array. A disturbing atmosphere rose from these lines, lingering and merging, finally becoming stronger and thicker.

Just then, when the first batch of demons had hatched, the rotten meat sacs that grew again on the ground also hatched, and many new demons were bred.

This time, there were more demons, and they were more ugly than the previous ones.

But these demons didn't pray. They just stood still in the same places, but their bodies began to melt like candles held to flames and gradually became pools of mud.

These muddy puddles soon covered the ground and slowly flowed under the force of that disturbing atmosphere. They connected with the bloody lines that the previous batch of demons had turned into and became a tool for the magic array.

Therefore, a huge, disgusting, and disturbing magic array was finally completed.

The Dragon of Chaos, who had been silent during battle, laughed with joy. It flapped its ever-changing wings and stirred up a strange, colorful wind that hovered around the magic array. It seemed that there was someone singing and cheering in the strange wind.

God of Justice Yorggardman frowned, wielded his axe, and slammed it heavily into the ground, but was stopped by the Dragon of Chaos.

Upon seeing this scene, the powerful Gods who had experienced many battles unexpectedly showed their joy.

Yorggardman acted the same. His mouth raised slightly, his hands clenched on the axe, and he slashed fiercely toward the magic array on the ground.

To be honest, there was little technical content in these attacks, but they were extremely powerful. In previous battles, he had never made such an attack, because the hit rate would have been a problem.

But now, the hit rate was not a problem!

When their enemies had to be saved, hit rate was never a problem.

The three faces of the Dragon of Chaos, which seemed to be constantly changing, showed anger at the same time, but the dragon didn't hesitate to prevent these attacks from falling to the magic array on the ground and destroy the ritual that they were about to complete.

In this way, Yorggardman could fight to death without hesitation. He used 100% of his strength, and every blow was enough to make all the powerful Gods retreat thirty miles.

If they had been in a normal battle and facing such a crazy attack, anyone would have avoided sharp edges as much as they could. However, in order to protect the magic array on the ground, the Dragon of Chaos had no way to avoid the sharp edges. On the contrary, it could only use its own body to resist.

In a very short time, the Dragon of Chaos was wounded.

It appeared ordinary, but in fact, the mighty axe cut through his solid scales and tore his flesh. The ever-changing blood flowed like a waterfall to the ground and flowed into the magic array.

Seeing this, Yorggardman suddenly blinked his eyes and showed an expression of shock and regret.

On the contrary, the Dragon of Chaos, who had been in a very difficult situation just then, laughed again.

His blood fell into the magic array, and the strange wind suddenly stopped. The singing and cheering in the wind became more and more violent to the point that it was almost earth-shaking, as if it were going to spread all over the world.

Hearing the singing and cheering, the followers of the God's Kingdom of the Goddess of Harvest all felt confused. After a moment, the vitality and vigor on their faces faded rapidly and turned into mechanical, stiff smiles.

Then they sang and cheered.

At the forefront of the Pantheon, the God of Order, who was sitting alone, finally responded. He wrinkled his eyebrows and flicked his fingers. Suddenly, a circle of white light fell from the impossible height and landed next to the God's Kingdom of the Goddess of Harvest, counteracting the chaotic breath that was spreading in all directions.

For the Dragon of Chaos, it would take a lot of effort, even its own blood, to complete the ritual. But for him, it was nothing more than a flick of the finger.

However, the God of Order didn't rescue the Goddess of Harvest. He was just preventing the horrible ritual of the Dragon of Chaos from expanding excessively.

The effects of the ritual that could have polluted several worlds on a large scale, and possibly even affected the whole main plane, were prevented. The Dragon of Chaos showed its anger, and roared toward the Pantheon with his head raised high.

By this time, Yorggardman had rushed over, waved his axe, and launched a fierce attack.

Whatever effects of the ritual of the Dragon of Chaos might have had, it was a good chance for a victory now.

The Dragon of Chaos was badly injured. No matter what happened next in the ritual, it would take time to start. As long as he grasped the gaps in the interspace, he had the chance to inflict heavy damage on this terrible enemy, not to mention that the Dragon of Chaos was asking for death. Even in such a battle, he had dared to use one of his heads to roar at the God of Order.

It also gave Yorggardman an opportunity to distract it for a little while. Therefore, when he was attacking it, he also sent a message to Sui Xiong, who was vomiting on the ground, at the same time.

"My brother, you're the only one who isn't afraid of chaos and pollution. Please try to save those polluted souls. The Goddess of Harvest is your enemy, but those followers who keep getting killed are not."