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Chapter 122 Let's Talk About Conditions
The communication subtitles protruding from the screen are not the key information. The point is that its sharp, non-human voice comes from the earphones. The language is obviously not a human language, but Zhou Ze can understand it.

The earpiece icon in the lower right corner appears and disappears, which means that he can now communicate with the characters in the game in real time.

But Zhou Ze was too lazy to talk nonsense, and concentrated on manipulating the handle crazily.

Turn on Mirror Flower, Water Moon and create a mirror clone.

Although the strength of the avatar is weak, at least one more pair of hands to help it is better than dealing with the eight tentacles of the octopus by himself.

Considering that Amitheus' mental power is far superior to his own, Zhou Ze did not waste his mental power to use the mental attack of 'soul-struck', but was ready to release 'break barrier' at any time to resist the mental attack from the opponent.

With the mirror image clone at the side to help out, the attack of the two spirit-wielding swords doubled, and the octopus lost its rhythm for a while.

Zhou Ze seized the opportunity, stepped forward and shifted his position, backhand stabbed the tip of the knife with surging spiritual energy and arrogance, and hit the huge head of the octopus tightly held by the chef!Pierce the chef with the octopus!
puff!

The sword light penetrates!
Dark green liquid mixed with bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

The dark green liquid was ejected from the octopus's body, while the bright red blood was the blood from the chef's chest. He could not break away from the control of the octopus in his arms until his death, and finally fell to the ground with a pair of dull eyes staring at him.

"Is it over?"

Zhou Ze didn't care about the chef who was implicated and suffered. He just wanted to know if the octopus, which was most likely the real body of Amishus, was dead!
Buzz...buzz! !
The familiar mental attack comes again!
The mental value in the upper right corner of the screen suddenly emptied, and the character was no longer under his control, frozen in place and unable to move.

"This trick again, hell."

Zhou Ze clenched his fists, and casually crumpled up the empty soda cans and threw them into the trash can.

Every time Ametheus bleeds, he will release this unstoppable mental attack immediately afterwards. I really don’t know how to deal with this guy. He just hit the octopus in the head with a knife, so there is nothing we can do about it. One hit to kill?

On the game screen, a sticky dark green liquid emerged from the body of the dead octopus.

The liquid squirmed and rose up in an irregular manner, and gradually gathered into a human-shaped outline, standing in front of Zhou Ze.

"It can be seen from your expression that you are stunned, terrified, and powerless... Hehe, it seems that you don't know me well?"

The liquid made a viscous humming sound.

The buzzing from the earphones was completely incomprehensible, but the dialog box displayed such a string of text, and I didn't know how to communicate in reality.

Zhou Ze found that although he was physically imprisoned this time, the dialog box could still carry out real-time conversations, and Amishus was not as eager to kill him for blood sacrifice as he was in the last save, but deliberately chatted with him.

In the last archive, Crusu and Hastur were engaged in an old war not far away, and the situation was critical. That's why Amishus was in a hurry to solve Zhou Ze's blood sacrifice. Once the two started a war, there would be no more opportunities for negotiation.

But this time the archive was relatively leisurely. Amishus believed that he had control of the situation, so he condescendingly chatted with the captives.

This is exactly what he wants, and it would be great to have more information.

Zhou Ze thought for a moment, and tentatively asked: "Is that so? This mass of liquid is your body, and the rest of your body is just the shell you occupy... It is very similar to a monster I met last month."

"Are you talking about the flesh and blood demons in "The Guide of Destiny"?"

The dark green slime laughed loudly, and soon stopped laughing: "Don't compare me with that disgusting thing, even if it devours the flesh and blood of the whole world's creatures, it can't be close to the old days, at most it's just a collection of garbage The body is still an inferior existence in essence..."

It is not difficult to see that Amishus is very dismissive of demons.

To ordinary people, the existence that destroys the world is demeaned and worthless in its mouth.

"If you also want to find some core in my body, you don't need to waste your time, I don't have that obvious weakness."

It paused: "Different from the kind of garbage that tries to swallow a large number of ants' flesh and blood to condense a trace of divinity, I am an existence closer to the old days!"

Zhou Ze was straightforward: "You mean, you are immortal?"

"For mortals, it does."

The dark green slime grinned an extremely weird-looking smile.

"In order to make you stop thinking about fighting against me, let me tell you clearly. According to your mortal standards, unless you can crush me from the spiritual level, I will not die. Even the puddle of slime in front of you is actually just a piece of blood. I am just a projection on the first layer of this world, the real me is not here."

"You think I'll believe what you tell me?"

Zhou Ze was dubious about Amishus' words.

According to the other party, it is indeed a higher form of existence than flesh and blood demons. Demons still have the weakness of the core at the material level, while Amishus is a group of purely spiritual forms of existence, and their mental strength is still high !
"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

The dark green slime put sticky tentacles on top of Zhou Ze's head: "Are you ready to face death?"

"..." Zhou Ze saw that the other party had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he called up the save file interface and prepared to read the file.

But he soon thought of Hastur's whispers.

"and many more!"

Amishus really stopped his movements, and said with great interest, "What? Do you want to beg for mercy?"

"Let's make a deal."

Zhou Ze organized the words calmly and calmly.

"What conditions are you willing to give up this blood sacrifice? With your ability, there should be no need to stay at Cthulhu's feet to be a loyal dog, right? His recovery is of no benefit to you."

There was a slight provocation between his words, trying to divide Amishus's loyalty to Cthulhu.

"Heh, poor words, do you think this will shake my mind to follow the Lord of R'lyeh?"

Amishus sneered: "In this crazy world, if you don't live under the protection of an old man, you can't live long. His recovery itself is a great thing for me. The day of turmoil is approaching. Blood sacrifice It is imperative."

"A day of turmoil?"

The more Zhou Ze listened, the more confused he became: "What do you mean? Are you referring to the recovery of spiritual energy?"

The layout of "Rite of Cthulhu" is too grand. It is all about major events related to gods and the world. The topics are becoming more and more high-level, involving countless shocking secrets that ordinary people have no way of knowing.

"Nine stars in a row, the gate of the world will be torn apart again, and the infinite dimension may be connected to the present world... You don't know such a big event? It seems that the existence behind you just regards you as a useful pawn. .”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ametheus' tone: "It's a pity, I'm very disappointed. Mysterious Knight, you are too weak and too ignorant to trade with me... Just die."

After all, the dark green slime swarmed up and melted him in the game.

The body quickly turned into a pool of sticky flesh and blood flowing on the ground, the whole process was creepy.

(End of this chapter)