"What conditions?"
Yog-Sothoth asked, not the slightest bit surprised by the Mysterious Lord's behavior.
After all, this was perfectly normal for the Great Old Ones.
The long passage of time had long since worn away every trace of personal sentiment and social obligation.
All that remained were relationships built on dividing the benefits.
All the higher Great Old Ones thought this way. Over the long years, their outlooks had become remarkably uniform in this regard.
Every gain came with a loss.
There could only be one being in the world who wanted to kill them all: Azathoth.
The Mysterious Lord deliberated for a long time, and the higher Great Old Ones had no intention of interrupting him.
After all, they had already forcibly roped him into this business of rebelling against the Creator God.
They had told him their original plan outright. To prevent him from informing on them or anything of the sort, if the Mysterious Lord refused...
He would basically be a goner!
But since they had already forced him to join them, they had to give the Mysterious Lord some time to consider.
Then they would give him enough benefits.
It was just like Mount Liang tricking heroes into joining their ranks. Afterward, they still had to satisfy those heroes' extravagant demands, didn't they?
The Mysterious Lord remained silent for almost half an hour before finally raising his head and saying:
"You're all planning to leave this world, right?"
"Yes!"
This had been decided long ago. Even Idh-yaa, the weakest among them, who was only at the middle stage of a Middle Great Old One, nodded firmly in confirmation.
"Then... once you carry out your plan to prevent the stars from aligning and send Cthulhu into the third layer of dreams, there will only be two matters