Chapter 879 Dream and Reality

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“Ahhhh——!!!”

Namor was frightened out of his wits, and his sharp and shrill screams directly cut through the silence of the abyss.

The fat and fat body as huge as a mountain, the huge head that resembled an octopus, and the red eyes that were like stars and could burn out the soul were deeply imprinted on the deepest part of his brain like a brand. in memory.

Just one glance at the crazy and twisted outline made his sanity almost collapse.

If you had to describe his current state, it would be like a manic psychotic patient, with scarlet and violent eyes in his eyes, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Almost subconsciously, Namor felt goosebumps all over his body. He held the trident and swept it in a circle. With all his strength, he stabbed to the back with unusual ferocity, as if he wanted to stab the man through.

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The sharp trident blade was grasped by five slender fingers.

A familiar face came into Namor's eyes. His calm eyes were mixed with some doubts, and he asked: "Namo, are you okay?"

Familiar voices and faces dragged Namor out of the abyss of madness. Reason gradually took over. The scarlet in the depths of his eyes faded, and he could see his surroundings clearly.

They were in the middle of the abyss under the sea, and countless crushed flesh mixed with sticky blood dyed the nearby sea red.

All the Dagon tribe chasing them were killed, including the largest Dagon.

The Dagon's neck was forcibly broken, leaving only a relatively complete head, staring at them with two huge green eyes, full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Wait... why am I... here?!" Namor looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, chaotic memories flashed in his brain, and he revealed a painful and ferocious expression: "I Remember... we should be in that... sunken city."

No sunken undersea cities, no weird structures twisted and crazy.

Not to mention the huge, fat and disgusting octopus head stitched monster as big as a mountain.

The men did not lose consciousness. The Dagon tribe chasing them was completely wiped out, and everything ceased to exist!

What happened in that sunken ancient ruins and the terrifying abyss monsters that were awakened seemed like it was all just his fantasy.

But...is that really a fantasy?

The images and crazy and distorted outlines that remained deep in his brain made Namor wonder where the reality was.

"The Sinking City?"

The man frowned slightly and said in surprise: "Is there anything wrong with your mind? Where did the Sunken City come from here?"

"No...something's wrong! What the hell is going on?!"

A flash of pain flashed across Namor's face. He clasped his hair tightly with his hands and said with red eyes: "I remember that not long after diving into the abyss, you suddenly lost consciousness and became like a vegetative state. Then I took you and ran away. , accidentally entered an underwater ruins."

But after he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that something seemed not quite right in the atmosphere.

The man on the side showed surprise and astonishment, a complex expression of confusion and shock, and even a hint of solemnity.

"What...what happened?" Namor's face froze, and there was a vague premonition in his heart, and he stammered.

"Namo... think about it again, are you sure that the unconscious person is really me?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone suddenly became much more solemn, as if he was trying to verify some kind of fact. .

"of course......"

As soon as Namor was halfway through his words, he was stunned, and cold sweat flowed out like a waterfall.

He was not a fool, let alone the meaning of the man's words was so obvious, how could he not understand it? Namor's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment and shock, and he said intermittently: "You mean...unconscious Is it me from beginning to end?"

"You go on and tell me what happened next."

The man neither admitted nor denied, but just asked him to continue describing what happened next.

"I remember... you suddenly lost consciousness after you released the blood-colored protective shield." Namor painfully recalled that memory, describing what he saw in a trembling voice with lingering fear: " Then I kept running with you and accidentally came to the underwater ruins."

"I swear in the name of Poseidon, God of the Sea..."

"I have never seen such ancient... weird, crazy, and ominous ruins in my life."

"I even found fossils of the Ediacaran biota. Damn it, something that only appeared in the Cambrian at least. How could it appear in an undersea ruins?!"

"Pause for a moment. 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 ruins."

Namor lowered his head in pain, with several bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "The only way I can describe it is...crazy, twisted, ominous, shrouded in stench and miasma, and covered with moss. Mud, moss, and cities of strange rocks.”

"The architectural structure completely violated human geometry, and the perception of space was distorted. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I was walking up or down."

"The entrance to the city is made up of huge stone pillars that look like spikes, randomly staggered and stacked on top of each other."

"I followed your footsteps to explore deeper and saw a stone tablet with... a crouching monster with an octopus-like head and two narrow wings on its back. It was bloated and... The fat body is like some kind of gelatinous mass, exuding a disgusting stench."

"Yes...right!"

Namor's voice became more and more urgent, even mixed with a hint of madness, and his pupils were unknowingly stained with a deep darkness: "I remembered the name of that city, and the name of that great god."

The great...god? !

The man frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong with Namor's current situation.

But he saw Namor suddenly reaching out and grabbing his collar. Those dark and deep pupils seemed to contain the ultimate madness, staring straight at him: "Sleep in his palace R'lye." Lord Cthulhu is in your dream."

"Let go!"

The man frowned, his spiritual power surged around his body, and he tried to push Namor away.

But the result was somewhat unexpected. Instead of being pushed away by the spiritual power, Namor pushed closer.

His strength was so great that the joints of his five fingers protruded, and he clenched the collar and flesh tightly, as if he wanted to insert it, so that the man was a little surprised for a moment.

Black blood vessels popped up on Namor's face, and his dark pupils were like abyss whirlpools, attracting his soul crazily. Strange tones and words that sounded like demonic desperation came out from his stiff lips:

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

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