After all, the Mysterious Lord had plenty of allies too!
Nyarlathotep supplied the limbs of the Xia Insect Race, a race of Elder Things that worshipped Azathoth.
As for where they came from, Nyarlathotep never said, and the Mysterious Lord never asked. In any case, he settled the bill with the finished liquor he brewed.
Yog-Sothoth supplied mist spirits, a high-ranking servitor race that excelled at knowledge but lacked offensive power. The Mysterious Lord only needed a kind of mucus these mist spirits secreted.
That mucus carried wisdom and knowledge. With enough of it, and a few additional special methods, it could readily influence the logic by which the Great Old Ones thought.
Shub-Niggurath supplied Black Goats of the Woods for a price. Needing the placentas of this top-tier ancient high-ranking servitor race for brewing was hardly a problem.
After all, Shub-Niggurath had them everywhere.
The crucial thing was that, over the past hundred-odd years, the Mysterious Lord had been working to make Di Qi's Great Old One ascension ritual succeed, trying to raise its chances by even one or two percent.
The Mysterious Lord had sought out Shub-Niggurath almost every day, borrowing or buying blood and souls from the Black Goats of the Woods by every means he could.
Fortunately, Shub-Niggurath had always been a generous being.
Seeing how badly the Mysterious Lord needed these Black Goats of the Woods, she had produced a litter on the spot!
There had been roughly ten thousand of them!
That had allowed the Mysterious Lord to spread the blood and souls of this top-tier ancient high-ranking servitor race across the entire Small Thousand World!
"All right, everything is ready. All we lack is the east wind!"
After more than a hundred years of work, the Mysterious Lord finally patted his arms,