The Mantid ancient heroes regretted triggering a hidden SSS-grade scenario by accident. Who the hell would have known there was a Cthulhu fanatic lurking in the Rebel Alliance's ranks? Your cult's operation was way too fucking massive!
How were they supposed to fight after this? Who would dare disrupt the army's formation and focus on taking down their more vulnerable mage lords first?
It felt like a terrorist suddenly jumping out in the middle of a battle, ripping off their clothes, and revealing the bomb strapped to their body.
Now, no one could even think of running. Cthulhu's Twilight Domain had completely sealed off the hall. Writhing chunks of flesh and countless bloody tentacles filled every corner.
The Mantid and the Warchief's Guard Corps had seen their enemies completely upgraded. Now they had to face the attacks of countless flesh tentacles. One moment of carelessness, and they would be wrapped up and forcibly dragged into the Twilight Domain, into that dark forest shrouded in mist.
Not only that, they had to constantly resist the Old God's whispers that relentlessly invaded their minds and wills. Those frenzied murmurs tore at their sanity, driving them toward a mindless, insane end.
At the entrance to the hall, the Horde Rebel Army was unaffected. Cthulhu naturally knew that these mortals were allies of the divine master's worldly empire. If he dragged them into madness too, the divine master would definitely be displeased.
Cthulhu was still rather afraid of Sarodar, this Titan master. Besides, the Titan's tastes seemed rather unique. Sometimes, he looked as if he wanted to eat everything, including but not limited to Cthulhu's huge flesh tentacles.
However, as Sarodar Company's annual outstanding employee, Cthulhu had always performed admirably and never made any mistakes. Thus, Boss Hu's plan to stir-fry squid tentacles had