I draw a card first

Chapter 111

Ignoring the earl's brainstorm that had already floated into the sky, Ivan leaned forward and looked at the other's eyes with a hint of fear in his anger.

"The serial murder case a while ago, the death of a certain guy, you should have heard about it, right?"

Seeing the other party's pupils shrink instinctively in a panic due to lack of oxygen, Ivan nodded in his heart.

Sure enough, this guy really knows something.

As long as he is sure that he has found the right person, then there is no need to talk nonsense. He grabbed the neck directly, lifted the other person up again, and then gave a low drink:
"look into my eyes!"

The eyes of the two sides looked at each other, reflecting each other's figure, and the next second, Aiwen's figure in the other's eyes suddenly blurred...

Enormous... Horrible... Incomprehensible... Indescribable!
An evil figure that has completely surpassed existence in the conventional sense and merged with death!
This scene, which was completely beyond common sense, instantly defeated the Earl's reason, causing his entire face to become distorted, and he couldn't help but open his mouth.

However, before he could cry out, a handkerchief was roughly stuffed into his mouth.

Sending his hands away, watching the earl trembling and struggling violently on the ground, Ivan walked aside and poured himself a cup of coffee. The warm liquid ran across his throat, bringing a strong fragrance, which completely dispelled the little bit of coolness on his body.

Nodding in satisfaction, he turned his eyes back to the poor guy who writhed and struggled like a dehydrated fish, and finally collapsed there weakly.

At this time, his sanity has collapsed, his eyes are dull and lifeless, but he is faintly controlled by Aiwen.

Although I don't know the reason, there is no doubt that someone's new ability is both evil and effective.

Alvin: Huh?Is it because the zombie tyrannosaurus is too ugly, so frightened and demented?Probably not... ╮(︶﹏︶)╭

"That's an ideal...an idiot who believes in the words of a lunatic...a scholar...Thunder and lightning that he thinks are dangerous and terrifying...the hope for the future..."

"...Madman? I heard that he seems to be dead...Technology...Give it to a few people who have been funding research before dying...That guy is one of them..."

"This guy's death...it's not me...the Church of the Lord of Radiance...they are very hostile...maybe..."

One question and one answer, although the other party's statement was a bit confusing and intermittent, but Ivan still managed to learn more and more stories behind the incident.

Judging from these descriptions, a guy who is suspected of being a green hat in the future is quite discerning, and even knows to invest in electric energy in advance.

Thinking of this, with a little malice, someone tried to inquire about Yulia, but an unexpected result appeared.

"Ma'am? That guy...not married..."

Looking at the earl who was sitting on the ground like a puppet, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, Ivan narrowed his eyes immediately.

not married?
Then what is the woman I saw before? Could it be that he is alive?
No, Aiwen is very sure that he cannot be under some hallucination, and it is definitely not so easy to confuse him to that extent.

Besides, [Iron Will] didn't have this kind of reaction, instead it was enough of the charm effect.

So that woman must be a real person, then the most likely is
— Imposter?
Resisting the urge to go back to the manor to have a look now, Ivan pondered for a while, and began to ask more carefully about various other information that might be used.

Sure enough, he soon discovered many strange places.

The first is the world itself.

It was normal for the coachman, who was from a humble background and had no education, to know what countries were outside.

But it's strange that this earl, who is obviously of status and knowledge, has no knowledge of other countries.

Except for the island country where he is, he has absolutely no knowledge of other regions of the world. Asking questions about other continents and the world can only get the other party a look of bewilderment.

"Is it because the size of the map is limited, only this island is so big?"

Ai Wen couldn't help thinking like this, but he felt faintly that things didn't seem to be just that.

Add to this the exaggerated prevalence of various cults in this country.

Although the vast majority of ordinary people who live in a daze are seldom aware of it, but this world seems to be due to the real existence of monsters, and to a certain extent, they can be driven by people, resulting in a plethora of weird sects.

Even the Brilliant Bishop Sect that the Earl himself believed in, the officially recognized religion, was actually a kind of cult in the beginning.

In the end, it is all about relying on its so-called strongest strength, relatively mild teachings, and its willingness to help isolate the non-human world from the sight of ordinary people, etc., and there may be other unknown transactions.

In the end, it became an official belief recognized by the royal family.

Although the royal family itself is not without being involved in mysterious secret organizations, compared with these former cultists, it is really far behind, which is completely the gap between amateur players and the national team.

In a sense, it can be regarded as fighting poison with poison...

But this is actually not the most important thing. The real point is that Aiwen was also surprised to hear the name of the so-called great existence believed by one of the sects.
——Lord of the deep sea. Cthulhu!
Ai Wen: I'll go, Mr. Ke, is that you? ! Σ(д|||)
Hearing this familiar name, someone finally realized what kind of copy of the worldview he had run into.

Although on Earth, Cthulhu mythology can only be regarded as a relatively small genre, and things that are too detailed are not well understood, and even a few names are known.

But since he has played World of Warcraft, at least Ai has heard of the name of the old ruler, Cthuluk.

"So, this is actually a horror script?"

This type of world is obviously much more troublesome than an elf dungeon that only needs to be played (of course, it can’t be played otherwise), and all kinds of gods and gods are sometimes more troublesome than the evil god itself.

"By the way, the strand of consciousness I devoured may also belong to a certain old ruler?"

If he guessed right, he should have been targeted from the beginning of the dungeon, but the unexpected counterattack from the consciousness space made the other party temporarily lose the ability to monitor him.

At least that cold, feeling of being peeped in the dark has not appeared for a long time.

At the same time, the abilities that suddenly appeared on him now, especially the Zombie Tyrannosaurus, seemed to be similar to those of the old masters in a sense.

After all, the old rulers and the guys from Warcraft who were sealed by the Titans can basically be said to have the same origin, and we can learn from them when the time comes.

Touching his chin, he made sure that there was no other valuable news. The chill in Aiwen's eyes flickered, and finally, a purple gleam gradually emerged!

Driven by this force, the sluggish Earl staggered and stood up like a baby who had just learned to walk.

He moved crookedly to the window, then pushed it away, and the violent wind and rain suddenly slapped his dull face fiercely.

Click!

A surge of lightning suddenly broke through the void, suddenly illuminating the darkness, and at the same time illuminating the earl himself...

In that fleeting moment, a skeleton-like reflection replaced the shadow that should have existed behind him, distorted and terrifying!
Opening his hands, the earl in front of the window suddenly smiled, the smile was so pure and happy.

With the rain all over his body, embracing the sky, he seemed to see the supreme kingdom of God in his ideal, the figure of God looming in the void in front of him, calling him to come...

"My lord..."

Whispering, he took a step forward, and with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a rich bright red gradually merged into the rainwater...

(End of this chapter)