Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 879: Dream and reality

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"Ahhh-!!!"

Namo was so frightened that his shrill screams cut through the silence of the abyss.

The huge bloated and fat body like a mountain, the huge head like an octopus, and the red eyes that are like stars, enough to burn out the soul, are deeply imprinted on him like a brand. in the deepest memory of the brain.

Just one glance, the outline full of madness and distortion, nearly collapsed his sanity.

If you insist on describing his state at the moment, it is like a psychopath with a manic episode. His eyes are scarlet and violent, and his whole person is on the verge of collapse at any time.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Almost subconsciously, Namor had goosebumps all over his body. He held the trident and swept around for a week. With all his strength, he stabbed back fiercely, as if to stab the man in the opposite direction.

Zheng~~~

A sharp trident blade, grasped by five slender fingers.

A familiar face came into Namor's eyes, with a little doubt mixed in his calm eyes, and asked, "Namo, are you all right?"

Familiar voices and faces drag Namor out of the abyss of madness, rationality gradually takes the lead, the scarlet in the depths of his pupils fades, and then he can clearly see the surrounding environment.

They are in the middle of the abyss under the sea. Countless crushed flesh, mixed with viscous blood, dyes the nearby sea red.

All the Dagon clan chasing them were beheaded, including the largest Dagon.

The neck of the Dagon was forcibly twisted off, leaving only a relatively complete head, staring at them with two huge dark green eyes, staring at them full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Wait...I...why am I here?!" Namor looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, the chaotic memory flashing in his brain, showing a painful expression on his face : "I remember...we were supposed to be in...the sunken city."

There are no sunken undersea cities, no weird structures twisting madly.

Less than the mountain-like, bloated, fat, sickening octopus-head stitched monster.

The men didn't lose consciousness either, the Dagon race chasing them was wiped out, and everything didn't exist!

The terrifying abyss monster that happened in the sunken ancient ruins was awakened, as if all this was just his fantasy.

But...is that really a fantasy?

The image left in the depths of the brain, the crazy and distorted outline, made Namor wonder where the truth was.

"The Sunken City?"

The man frowned slightly and said in surprise: "You have no problem with your mind, where did the sunken city come from?"

"No...not right! What the **** is going on?!"

A pain flashed across Namor's face, his hands clasped the roots of his hair tightly, and his eyes were red: "I remember that shortly after diving into the abyss, you suddenly lost consciousness and became like a vegetable, and then I took the You kept running away and accidentally entered an underwater ruin."

But after he finished speaking, it suddenly seemed that something was wrong.

The man beside him showed surprise and astonishment, a complex expression of doubt and shock, and even a faint dignified expression.

"What... what's wrong?" Namor's face stiffened, and he stuttered with an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Namo... Think about it again and make sure that the person who lost consciousness is really me?" some kind of fact.

Valley Foot"Of course..."

As soon as Namor finished speaking, he was stunned, the cold sweat poured out like a waterfall.

He is not a fool, not to mention that the meaning of the man's words is so obvious, how could he not understand it, Namor's face suddenly showed a look of stunned and shocked, and he said intermittently: "You mean... .The person who lost consciousness was me all the time?"

"You go ahead and talk about what happened next."

The man neither admitted nor denied, but let him continue to describe what happened next.

"I remember... after you released the blood-colored shield, you suddenly lost consciousness." Namor recalled that memory painfully, and described his own life in a trembling voice with lingering fears. Knowledge: "Then I ran with you and accidentally came to the underwater ruins."

"I swear in the name of Poseidon..."

"I've never seen in my life, such an ancient... and weird, crazy, ominous ruin."

"I even found a fossil of the Ediacaran biota, **** it, how could something that didn't appear until at least the Cambrian period in an undersea ruin?!"

"Pause for now, can you describe the ruins?" The man interrupted Namor and asked.

"Sorry...I...I don't know what words to use to describe that crazy ruin."

Namo lowered his head in pain, with bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "The only thing I can describe it is... crazy, twisted, ominous, shrouded in stench and miasma, A city covered with moss and moss, and a city of strange rocks."

"The construction of the building is completely contrary to human geometry, the spatial perception is distorted, and even for a moment, I can't tell whether I am walking up or down."

"The entrance to the city is a huge thorn-like stone pillar that is randomly stacked on top of each other."

"I followed your footsteps and explored deeper, and saw a stone tablet with... a crouching monster with an octopus-like head and two long, narrow wings on its back, The bloated and fat body, like some kind of colloidal mass, exudes a sickening stench."

"That's right!"

Namo's voice is getting faster and faster, even mixed with a hint of madness, and his pupils are unknowingly dyed with a deep pitch black: "I remember the name of that city, and that great god. name taboo."

Great...God? !

The man frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized that Namor's current situation was not right~IndoMTL.com~, but he saw Namor suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar directly, those dark and deep pupils, It seemed to contain the ultimate madness, staring straight at him: "In his palace Lalaiye, the sleeping Cthulhu Hou Ru fell into a dream."

"Let it go!"

The man frowned as he tried to push Namor away.

But the results were somewhat unexpected. Instead of being pushed away by the spiritual force, Namor pushed him even further.

His strength was so great that the knuckles of his five fingers protruded, and he clenched his collar and flesh tightly, eager to insert it, so that the man was a little surprised for a while.

Namo's face burst into black blood vessels, and the dark and deep pupils are like abyss whirlpools, madly attracting his soul, and the sound is almost magical, strange tones and words spit out from the stiff lips: /

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"

"i'ai'a.cthulhufhatgn!"