Good grief!
The Mysterious Lord could only exclaim, good grief!
Even his true self, Xu Tong, had never encountered so many people who were traitors to a man in the hundreds of billions of years he had spent in the Primordial World!
After all, aside from the Dark Dweller Nygotha, who was already Shub-Niggurath's stand-in, and the King of Tindalos, who had nothing to do anyway...
Every god associated with the prophecies of Cthulhu's resurrection was here.
"Well, I see it now. Every last one of you has a special talent!"
The Mysterious Lord delivered that quip with an expressionless face.
Then, before the other Great Old Ones could pick up the joke, the Mysterious Lord spoke at lightning speed:
The instant the Mysterious Lord arrived, he had sensed that beneath its perfectly normal appearance, this environment had long since fallen under the control of Yog-Sothoth's authority, the nameless mist.
Beneath the forward world of this mirror universe, within that reverse universe...
These Great Old Ones, who had been in contact for countless ages, had created a private chat channel with extraordinary mutual understanding.
But this was Yog-Sothoth, after all.
A Hunyuan Taiji Daluo Golden Immortal whose strength was no less than that of Xu Tong's true self.
Although the Mysterious Lord could detect the private communications channel he had established, he had absolutely no way to infiltrate it.
"We would like to invite you to join our faction!"
After a long period of deliberation, Nyarlathotep slowly put the proposal to the Mysterious Lord as their representative.
?
An enormous question mark practically appeared above the Mysterious Lord's head.
What faction?
*There really are factions here? Could that Elemental Alignment System, which was once said to have single-handedly dragged down the mystique of the entire Cthulhu World, actually exist in