Chapter 36 The Mysterious Power of Cthulhu

Cultists of the evil god? Transcendent masters?

The three of them shuddered inwardly upon hearing this.

If they were caught up to on the seabed, it would be certain death.

They had all heard of the cruel methods of the cultists.

The bloody incidents one after another on the continent and the ocean were almost all committed by these cultists.

Especially those fanatical believers—torturing, devouring hearts, sacrificing heads, using corpses and living people to refine some evil spells—these were utterly inhumane practices.

These fanatical believers could no longer be called human.

It could be said that they had completely degenerated into puppets of faith, tools of bloodlust.

And those seemingly normal cultists were also filled with fanaticism for the evil god's faith deep in their blood and souls.

Guné felt this deeply; in the blood of that fifth-rank assassin, there existed the power of devout faith in those 'Titans.'

Fortunately, Guné would not absorb and digest these powers; after transforming them, he would gradually feed them to Blood Touch.

Even if Guné did digest them, these powers might not necessarily affect him.

Even if there were a slight effect, it would gradually dissipate over time, after all, Guné did not believe in the evil god.

These cultists had committed many bloody crimes in the areas controlled by the continental powers.

And on the ocean, where there were no constraints,

the cultists indulged even more wantonly in their inner evil and cruelty.

Especially in some remote places and on certain indigenous islands,

those cultists regarded the natives entirely as—resources.

They captured large numbers of native people, built altars on the spot, and sacrificed all the natives, regardless of age or gender, to obtain the power bestowed by the gods.

"What are these cultists doing in the deep sea?" Buster asked in a low voice.

"What they're after should be the ancient altar deep at the bottom of the sea." Guné did not hide this.

Ancient altar!

The three of them chewed over the meaning of this thing.

Such a mysterious and ancient object, buried deep in the sea, carried extraordinary significance.

"I encountered a follower of the Death God at the outer edge of the ancient altar. He ambushed me, but in the end, he died by my hand."

Guné did not reveal that the enemy was fifth-rank.

After all, he had relied on treasures in this battle; otherwise, he could not have killed the opponent so quickly and smoothly.

Otherwise, if the opponent had used his skills to break his artifact spirit helmet, it might have been Guné who died.

A fifth-rank assassin did have real strength.

At that moment, the damaged artifact spirit helmet, under Guné's control, turned into a necklace and was in the process of nurturing and repairing itself.

As for the 'Dragon Pattern Necklace,' which also protected the head, it was not activated because activating it would cause the high-pressure seawater to directly trigger its energy shield, and the high-pressure state would continuously consume the necklace's energy.

Since it consumed energy and would expose his whereabouts, Guné temporarily stopped using it.

Fortunately, with the artifact spirit helmet, even without the Dragon Pattern Necklace activated, Guné still had defensive protection for his head.

And with double protection on the surface, it would be very difficult to attack Guné's head.

"After I killed that cultist, I sensed movement and many powerful auras flaring up, so I quickly ran away."

Guné gave a rough account, seventy percent false and thirty percent true.

"Cultists, seabed altar, powerful beings, and quite a few of them."

Old Sea Chart spoke softly as he pondered.

"I'm afraid there will be turmoil on the sea again this time."

"The blood sacrifice incident on Buck Island last year, the horror manifestation incident in the Sog Ruins City on Winter's End Night."

"And the shocking Skeleton Undead incident on the Northern and Southern battlefields that broke out some time ago."

"Now those skeleton creatures are still wreaking havoc with no sign of stopping."

"All these events were instigated by those cultists."

Guné had heard about the Skeleton Undead incident on the Northern and Southern battlefields before.

It was said that several very powerful necromancy-type contractee transcendent masters had joined forces, using some bizarre and peculiar transcendent treasures to construct a powerful 'Gate of the Undead.'

Waves of necromantic mist surged out, and a large number of undead from another world arrived in the Northern and Southern battlefield regions.

That wasn't the important part.

The important part was that through the summoning ritual of the 'Gate of the Undead' and the spreading necromantic mist, the vast number of corpses buried on the battlefield turned into skeleton soldiers, rising again from the resting soil.

The Northern and Southern battlefields had been fought for a hundred or two hundred years, and it was said there were dozens of mass graves.

One could imagine the massive number of corpses in the battlefield.

As the necromantic mist spread, overnight, millions of undead skeleton soldiers appeared on the battlefield.

Now, on the battlefield, those countless undead skeleton soldiers were raging at their most ferocious.

"Those evil gods won't stop until they turn our world upside down."

"This time, in the ocean, they're plotting for these ancient altars; I'm afraid there's some bloody and terrifying conspiracy again."

Old Sea Chart sighed.

"Indeed." Jason Holwell also nodded lightly.

The rampage of the evil gods was not only opposed by official transcendent beings.

Many ordinary civilian transcendent beings were also willing to fight against these evil god forces.

After all, anyone could feel the evil and heresy in the cruel killings of the cultists.

"Originally, those pirates didn't have the confidence to oppose the authorities."

Jason Holwell also said in a low voice.

"But in recent years, instigated by those cultists, those pirates have become increasingly rampant."

Guné looked at the dark deep sea ahead and nodded lightly.

"For us, we need to strengthen our strength as soon as possible, so that in the future, when facing these dangerous events, we have the ability to survive, or even to counterattack and kill those cultists."

"Indeed." The three deputies nodded simultaneously.

As he pondered, Guné looked at the sea surface ahead, his eyes deep as if he saw the distant Misty Phantom Islands.

"Strengthening strength is good."

Guné thought to himself.

"But ordinary power alone cannot contend with those cultists who serve them and thus master evil power, let alone those terrifying evil gods."

"As for those slowly awakening, terrifying, and indescribable bizarre entities, even less can ordinary power contend with them."

"To contend with these terrifying entities, one must first become the same type of existence as them, becoming a being that controls bizarre, peculiar, profound, and indescribable mysterious powers."

"Only then can one contend with them."

The more experiences he had, the deeper Guné's understanding of this world became.

The more he could see the mysterious nature of the world's terrifying and dreadful powers.

The rationality of the transcendent system was built under the rules of reasonable source power utilization.

In other words, the system and power of transcendent beings were all traceable.

Like climbing a mountain, slowly climbing would eventually reach the summit.

But!

The mysterious and terrifying bizarre powers Guné had encountered so far

could not be described or explained by any language, let alone cultivated.

It was like a floating island in the sky; you wanted to climb up but couldn't find a way.

Not to mention those powerful and strange powers.

Just Guné's 'Wriggling Flesh,' that terrifying thing, the power it contained was not something normal people could touch; one glance and their eyes would burst.

And the even more powerful 'Indescribable Flesh,' and the Bone Cave, and the peculiar black crystal stones, etc.

One glance would lead to death and fall.

And also the terrifying eye in the blood sea in the sky on Winter's End Night.

Just one glance made Guné's soul and body bristle with fear, and terror wildly grew and filled his heart.

The existence of these things

was even more eerie, bizarre, and inconceivable than the existence of evil gods.

For this kind of terrifying, majestic, strange power that could not be understood with normal thinking,

for this kind of indescribable, ineffable, and unutterable strange power,

Guné roughly categorized them as—the Mysterious Power of Cthulhu.