People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

"Hera... Hera..."

"The great God...gives..."

The sounds of some human words were mingled with the piercing roars of the monsters that had initially been heard upon awakening.

Cobra tried to hear the specific meaning of these prayers, but due to the interference of the roars of these monsters, he could only hear fragments of words, unable to piece them together into understandable sentences.

After listening carefully for a while, Cobra felt a wave of sleepiness welling up in his heart.

So he returned to the altar by accident, lay down on the soft fur of an unknown animal, and fell asleep deeply.

"Hera... Hera..."

Hearing this familiar roar, Kobra immediately turned over, his eyes red as if infected by blood.

Seeing the monster on all fours at the door, he was not afraid but subconsciously responded to the other person's roar: "Hera... Hera..."

The monster who came to call him left with satisfaction, and then Kobra followed the monster and merged into the large army.

A group of monsters climbed up the rock wall with agility and hid in the cracks. They squatted for several days.

The amazing thing is that during this period, Kobra not only did not slack off, but became more and more energetic, as if what the monsters were expecting would soon come.

Sure enough, as this sense of anticipation reached its peak, the sound of a heavy object falling woke up all the similar people lurking on the cliff.

A brighter red light illuminated their upcoming destination.

The heavy object that fell from a height happened to land not far from where Kobra was lurking. It climbed expertly alternately with its limbs and soon arrived at a place illuminated by red light.

With this bright red light, Cobra clearly saw the appearance of the heavy object in front of him.

be alone!

A human being who has just died and whose taste is at its most delicious!

Kobra drooled, and he pounced on the human corpse in front of him, opened his bloody mouth and bit down hard.

Do not!

I am not a monster!

Kobra woke up suddenly, dripping with sweat.

Looking around, there were no delicious human corpses. All that came into view were sacrificial vessels engraved with unknown patterns.

It turned out to be just a dream!

"Hera... Hera..."

The monster's roar reached his ears again, and Cobra was shocked. The sound was obviously much closer to him than before, and it was also much deeper.

It was obvious that the monsters' sacrifice was coming to an end, and the sounds were getting closer.

Are their destinations coming to us?

Kobra nervously lay back on the altar, pretending to be unconscious, for fear of letting the monsters see clues.

But until the monsters' voices passed him by and were gradually submerged in the darkness, he didn't wait until the monsters came to this closed sacrificial chamber to find him.

Waited for a long time.

Kobra was a little panicked. There was dead silence in the darkness, and there were no exits in sight around the sacrificial chamber.

Didn't they forget themselves?

Or is he actually being used as a sacrifice for this blood sacrifice?

Being in the dark for a long time without any sound to share his inner fear, all kinds of terrifying thoughts couldn't help but start popping up in his head.

Loneliness is more terrifying than death.

Cobra could no longer suppress the darkness in his heart, and violent thoughts came to his mind one after another.

Just when these thoughts occupied his entire consciousness, the darkness dissipated, and a bright red gradually covered his pupils.

A pair of cloudy and red eyes appeared behind him.

The old man quietly watched Kobra's silent roar in the sacrificial chamber, his face constantly changing with complicated expressions, his body gradually standing upright, and the body that originally looked a bit human became more and more like a black goat.

The old man's eyes were full of enthusiasm and admiration, and his withered lips trembled as he murmured: "He is indeed the new clan god! The clan finally has hope!"

Kobra didn't know when he left the sacrificial chamber. When he woke up again, he found that there were dozens of monsters crawling in front of him that looked similar to the old man.

The old man who discovered that he had escaped held a strand of black mane in both hands, half-knelt in front of him and said in an extremely sacred voice: "Please welcome the great clan god to the mane of the ancestor."

"Hera... Hera..."

Hearing the roars of the monsters in front of him that refused to stop for a long time, Kobra was filled with horror.

My eyes turned out to be all red!

Exactly the same as in the dream!

All of this happened in reality and not in a dream!

The intertwining of reality and dreams made it difficult for Kobra to accept it for a while, and his blank brain had no way of distinguishing what the old man said to him.

He didn't even notice when the ceremony ended.

It took a long time for Kobra to finally accept this reality helplessly, but at the same time, he kept reminding himself repeatedly that he was a human being, not a monster.

You can't do this kind of thing under any circumstances!

Having set the final bottom line, Kobra stretched out his hoof and rubbed the long black mane on his chest.

What is the origin of this mane?

At this moment, in his eyes, the whole world looked like what he saw in a dream. Everything was dyed with a touch of red. Only the black mane growing on his chest looked particularly dazzling in this blood-red world. .

After trying to think back, this strand of black hair seems to be the mane of the ancestor mentioned by the old man.

Clan god?

Mane of the Ancestor?

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to ask the old man.

Cobra sighed helplessly. It was all because of that old man that he became like this.

If you want to change back, it seems you can only find a way from that old man.

After making up his mind, Kobra got used to his new body and left the underground cave where he was.

Although his eyes were red when he returned to the ground, he could still distinguish the surrounding environment to some extent. The place where he was now was in a canyon. The cliffs on both sides were very steep, soaring into the sky and the top could not be seen.

There are no extra buildings on the ground. You can only see countless slightly bright circular apertures hidden in groups on the ground, which look similar to the crypt that you crawled out of.

It seems that all these monsters live in caves. If so, where should I find the old man?

Cobra was a little confused.

"It seems that you have integrated well with the Mane of the Ancestor."

Just when Cobra was hesitating, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

old man!

Hearing the old man's voice, Cobra turned around with joy.

The old man was dripping with blood, as if he was an evil ghost who had just come out of hell, and his long and cold eyes were staring at him, as if he was looking at the specimens in his collection.