Cthulhu Xing Yi Quan

Iron Man listened to the Premier as they walked and asked, "Have you ever considered that perhaps the Evil God Cthulhu you speak of never intended to destroy humanity at all, and merely came out for some fresh air?"

"How is that possible? If merely getting some air could turn us into this, then that would be too ridiculous. Are you saying that the civilization humanity has developed for so long is nothing but a joke?" Big Beard behind them snapped.

Lu Changsheng walked in the middle, smiling without a word. What Stark said was true, but it was clearly far too devastating for them.

The Old Man Premier clearly did not believe Stark was right either. He sighed and said, "Every word spoken by the Evil God contains some incomprehensible terror. We do not understand what His words mean, yet they are extremely targeted at us."

"No, He is not targeting anyone. It is simply that ordinary people cannot withstand His power, so they lose their minds," Daigo explained.

"How do you know His words were not meant to target us?" Big Beard said. "You do not understand what He is saying either."

"I might be able to build a language translation device, so everyone can understand what Octopus Head... Cthulhu says." Iron Man opened his faceplate, revealing the face within.

"That is impossible. The Evil God's words are seductive. You will fall into corruption." The Premier shook his head.

Stark tapped his armor. "This armor of mine can withstand it."

Though Stark had never tested it for certain, Lu Changsheng's assurance gave him tremendous confidence.

"Armor that can withstand an Evil God?" The Premier gave Stark's battle armor a deep look. Its offensive power was absolutely beyond anything Empire armor could possess, and this was clearly no ordinary set of armor.

Perhaps... they really could give it a try and figure out what the Evil God's words actually meant.

That way, they might have a chance to strike back.

"Then let us try it. We have a record containing Cthulhu's whispers. It is rather damaged, but there are still some fragments on it. Try translating that first. But if you die, do not blame anyone." The Premier said.

"Fine." Stark nodded.

"Premier, this is not a good idea. What if his armor cannot block it and he loses his mind? The battle armor he is wearing..." Big Beard was deeply wary.

The destructive power of Stark's Crimson Phoenix Battle Armor was enough to wipe out everyone in their base.

"Do not worry. If he truly loses his mind, I will deal with him." During their conversation, Lu Changsheng had already seen through everything in the base and, incidentally, investigated the situation for tens of thousands of miles around.

The Premier looked at Lu Changsheng in surprise. Based on their surveillance footage, this man had never acted from beginning to end, yet among the three, he seemed to hold the highest status.

He did not question it further and merely said with a genial smile, "You can decide this matter yourselves. It is a family matter for you."

With that, the Premier had Big Beard bring out the record containing Cthulhu's whispers.

Big Beard was helpless, but he had no choice but to comply.

He handed the Evil God record to Stark and solemnly warned, "If you feel unwell, you must stop immediately. There will still be time then."

"Do not worry." Stark lowered his iron faceplate. "Get me a laboratory."

The Premier nodded and had Big Beard make the arrangements. Daigo was led to the lounge, while the Premier slowly walked over to Lu Changsheng and said, "Sir, shall we have a chat?"

"Rather than chatting with me, you should think about how to keep the base operating underwater. It would be best if food could be recycled, or perhaps you could create a shield so the continent will not be flooded, or..." Lu Changsheng listed many examples.

"Why are you so certain Cthulhu will break through the seal?" the Premier asked in confusion.

Lu Changsheng smiled faintly, then turned and went into the lounge to keep Daigo company.

Would he tell him that his main account was chatting at Cthulhu's home, and once they finished chatting, he would help remove the seal?

The Premier's mind, meanwhile, was filled with speculation as all sorts of ideas surged forth.

This man was no ordinary person!

He was surely an expert.

R'lyeh City.

Lu Changsheng learned quite a few stories about Old Gods and Outer Gods from Cthulhu.

He stared at Cthulhu's figure. In his eyes, humanoid figures seemed to be throwing punches, every blow containing Cthulhu's unique power.

"That is more or less the whole story. You know what happened afterward—I was sealed on this planet."

Cthulhu transmitted a terrifying thought, and all of R'lyeh City trembled.

"What are you doing?"

Cthulhu sensed that something seemed off about Lu Changsheng's state.

Confusion showed in His scarlet eyes.

Many phantoms appeared around Lu Changsheng, carrying Cthulhu's distinctive aura.

Each phantom threw a punch as it emerged. One punch, two punches... the surrounding Chaos Buff grew increasingly dense.

Behind Lu Changsheng, Cthulhu seemed to see a figure identical to Himself.

For a moment, Cthulhu seemed bewildered by His own power, but He recovered in the blink of an eye.

He stared at Lu Changsheng in shock.

"Cthulhu Xing Yi Quan."

The phantoms threw countless punches before finally stopping.

Lu Changsheng's eyes returned to normal as well. With a calm expression, he spoke the name of the move.

Because of Cthulhu's special nature, Lu Changsheng had used Saint's Eye to observe Cthulhu while listening to the story. Then, he had unconsciously comprehended this move.

Pure Cthulhu flavor~

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