"The King of Yellow?"

Sait's words made many people at the scene stunned. For most people, this name is very strange, just a little familiar.

Everyone looked at the figure wearing a yellow robe in silence. The large ashes seemed to never be cut off, and continued to escape from his body.

"This is the source of the turbulent fog, just the ashes on his body."

"If I count this way, these ashes have floated for at least hundreds of thousands of years..."

The various behaviors of the King of Yellow Clothes after his death made everyone subconsciously silence, just as if his own random words would awaken the master of the dream-loving voice that was always there.

"The King of Yellows! I get it!"

After a moment of silence, Artoria's Knight of the Round Table, the young man suddenly broke the silence and silence.

Everyone looked at him, and even Artoria asked with a serious look on her face at this moment:

"Do you know the King of Yellow? Where did you know? How did you know?"

"And...who is he?"

The air is filled with whispers of unknown meaning. When you are in the thick mist, every extraordinary person has the illusion of being stared at by dense and non-existent eyes.

Such a strange feeling made the eldest sister Artoria suddenly become solemn, looking at the boy seriously, for fear that he would hide anything from him that should not be concealed.

Feeling the stern gaze of Artoriana, the boy blinked innocently:

"The King of Yellows, I saw it from one book."

?

Everyone's faces showed a look of emotion. Did you tell me that the existence who obviously died with a big shot like Hades, was he seen in it?

Everyone's face said disbelief and confusion!

Especially Xiang Youming, one thought after another flashed through his mind.

"After the revival of the spirit, will the fantasy come to reality?"

"In fact, the King of Yellow is not just, but real?"

"It shouldn't be..."

One by one, Xiang Youming's face was unstable. At this time, the boy frowned and looked like he was thinking hard, and continued:

"That book seems to be called Cthulhu Myth? It tells the story of a group of external gods, old dominators, and ancient gods."

"Oh, by the way. The King of Yellow is one of the old dominators, and the ancient god... the god in our earth's mythology is the ancient god."

When everyone heard this, their faces were still full of disbelief. Seth began to ask the Pharaoh in his mind:

"Pharaoh...Dad! The old dominator? This thing really exists? Oh my god, that's just!"

The Pharaoh's voice became solemn:

"Old Dominator? I never remember this name, but the name of the King of Yellows has it."

"The King of Yellow Clothes, the dominant among the demons outside the realm, symbolizes fear and unknown existence."

"As for that? I don't know, but maybe... maybe that author was once an extraordinary person who participated in the war against the demons outside the realm. Do you understand what I mean?"

As an Egyptian, the soul is constantly reincarnated in Seth's worldview, and he can understand the meaning expressed by the Pharaoh in seconds.

And it was precisely because he understood that he instinctively exclaimed: "Extraordinary rebirth, the incomplete memory made him write the Cthulhu myth?"

A scream made everyone focus on Seit.

Even the saints of France and the witches of Harumi Shrine are the same.

This is the secret realm of Olympus, neither Andre nor Abe Ryosuke is here. The only ancient man, the only existence who may know some truth, is parasitizing on the Pharaoh.

"What are you talking about?"

Looking at Seth, who turned into a golden giant and had no expression on his face, Mie Torimon lowered her head and asked in her English with a strong Fusang accent.

After being asked this, Seit came back to his senses and realized that he had become the focus of everyone.

So he could only spread his hands and then point to his head:

"There is a high probability that it can be proved that the author of the Cthulhu myth should be a former extraordinary person."

"It's the kind of extraordinary person who participated in the war against extraterritorial demons in his previous life."

"The extraordinary person is reborn, and his soul still has some memories of his previous life, so some works with traces of memories of his previous life were born."

Sait's explanation made Xiang Youming's frown stretch: "It turns out it was a routine for the rebirth of the strong..."

Regarding this explanation, Xiang Youming, the routine king, instinctively believed, but he is now a member of Qianlong, and any speculation must be supported by reality before it can be concluded.

Thinking of this, Xiang Youming suddenly spoke:

"So from the picture, the King of Yellow should be dead, right?"

"Although such a powerful existence is amazing after death, it is dead."

"The one who killed him was Hades of Olympus, the main god with the artifact."

Artifact!

These two words made many people's eyes lit up!

The power of the artifact is still very clear to many people on the scene.

When Fuso's Abe Ryosuke suppressed the hundreds of ghosts at night, he relied on a magical tool!

In other words, the real artifacts that exist in myths and legends have incredible power.

Especially when the owner of the artifact is Hades... the power of the artifact itself can be imagined.

With his eyes flashing, Otto smiled and said, "Do you die or not? Let's go in and take a look?"

Many people who were tempted agreed with Otto's proposal, and those who were hesitant had no say under this trend.

So, a group of people carefully crossed the fog that kept flowing and spinning around the gray area.

Through the fog, a group of people stepped onto the gray ground full of ashes. At the same time, the whispering and gaze that were crazy enough to make people feel countless times stronger out of thin air!

Everyone feels that their soul is constantly touched and teased by slippery tentacles. The itching and throbbing from the soul makes everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Be careful, the closer you get to the King of Yellow, the stronger this feeling will be."

"Fortunately he is dead, and he is dead in the hands of a god like Hades, otherwise we would probably go crazy if we look at him."

As a magician, Prince William could clearly feel that the source of the strange power was the King of Yellow, and he could also feel that the power on the fork had almost wiped out the power of the King of Yellow.

At Prince William's reminder, everyone mobilized their extraordinary power and used extraordinary power to protect their minds.

On the gray-white earth and in the gray-white sky, the group was so careful to search for the place where the King of Yellows and Hades were.

The closer you get to the King of Yellow, the stronger the feeling of being watched, and the more noisy the whispers of unknown meaning are.

In everyone's heart, an impulse to surrender to the king of yellow and turn into the tentacles under him.

And at this moment, the Southeast Asian sect master suddenly exclaimed and said quickly in his unskilled English:

"It's moving...it's moving! It's looking at us!"

In one sentence, everyone's cool air was sent from their tail vertebra to the sky spirit cap. While they were unable to exert extraordinary power, they also quickly looked around, and then they discovered a scene that made them frightened.

Both of the three-headed dogs in the Hell were torn off and were randomly discarded on the ground like a ball, with only one head connected to the neck.

And the scarlet eyes that were originally staring at Hades were looking at this group of people at some point. The cold and empty eyes made everyone stand up.

Even the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain had a feeling of fear in their hearts at this moment.

"or……"

Otto was cowardly. As a long-lived blood clan, Otto cherished his life more than anyone else.

But Fang Lei, who always watches here, can he allow Otto to be timid?

So, Fang Lei, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, flashed in his eyes, and noisy whispers suddenly filled Otto's brain, causing Otto to look at the yellow-clothed king with his back facing him!

Swish!

Otto's bat wings spread out, and when no one could reflect it, he flew towards the King of Yellows, and finally made a fanatical whisper:

"Great King of Yellow, your loyal servant is here to accompany you."

Otto's strange behavior shocked everyone. Without thinking, Xiang Youming shouted:

"Run! Something is not right here!"

With a command, the Chinese team turned around and ran away, and the people in the underworld also ran away without thinking about it out of trust in Qianlong!

But it was too late. As Otto approached the King of Yellows and Hades, a strange wind suddenly blew out of thin air in this gray world. The ashes on the ground were blown by the strange wind and rolled towards the sky.

In the strong hurricane, countless strange and indescribable existences were born out of thin air, and even the masters of Lingyin Temple were bound there by the strange and indescribable thing.

Crazy...

A strange hurricane, a sound of robe blowing over all the sounds, making everyone subconsciously look in the direction of the source of the sound - the King of Yellow!

The strong wind blew, and the hem of the King of Yellow Clothes's robe floated gently, revealing dense tentacles, and the large and unknown pieces of strangeness!
To be continued...