Chapter 341: Prince, Do Not Panic

"Prince, you've finally come!"

Kalaier looked at the old man before him in disbelief.

The old astrologer Altarlos stood there with a kind smile on his face.

He should have gone crazy on the *Golden King*, but now he was as calm as when he taught him to recognize stars back then.

"Old... teacher? How... how can you be here? No, that's not right! What is that? Where is this place?"

Before Kalaier could finish speaking, his attention was drawn by the scene behind the old astrologer.

Twelve pillars made of whale spines were melting, and bone marrow dripped onto the ground to form glowing, blasphemous runes. In the center of the runes soaked half a human stone sculpture, the stone statue's left hand holding a still-beating human heart, while the right hand had mutated into squirming tentacles—this was a temple!

Not good, I've fallen into an illusion again!

Having been chased in hallucinations before, Kalaier now had experience with illusions. Whenever the surrounding stone walls, statues, and other things began to squirm like living creatures, it must be that he had fallen into an illusion again.

"Prince, you need not be so panicked; all of this is the arrangement of fate. We just need to do what we should do under the guidance of fate!"

Altarlos's expression was incomparably sacred; if his face weren't illuminated by the surrounding light in a blue-green hue, he would surely be a highly respected priest.

"Teacher, how on earth did you get here?"

Real living creatures appeared in the illusion, and it was the old astrologer who had been forgotten on the ship when the fishman army attacked. Even if Kalaier were slow, he would understand that all of this had something to do with the loyal court consultant before him.

Even the fact that His Majesty the King could issue an edict for him to build a ship and go to sea to find the so-called *Treasure Island* had something to do with him.

"Fate! Prince, didn't I say? Everything is the arrangement of fate! Fate let us appear here together!" Altarlos gently waved his robe sleeves, his smile becoming increasingly peaceful, peaceful in such an eerie way!

No, that's not right!

Teacher Altarlos must have a problem!

I have to get out of here!

Blue-gold Battle Qi was triggered again from Kalaier's heart, instantly spreading throughout his body.

Kalaier had experience; the Raging Wave Battle Qi inherited by the Lisi royal family was the only way he could resist attacks in this illusion.

"Bang!"

It was just unexpected that Kalaier had just turned around when he was knocked flying by an octopus tentacle, rolling miserably on the ground to Altarlos's feet.

What?

What happened?

Kalaier coughed violently twice, reached out to support his aching chest, and looked up.

He saw a tall figure wearing a tattered black robe standing quietly in front of the tall arched water curtain, and a thick, long octopus tentacle was slowly retracting into the black robe. Clearly, that blow just now was done by this guy.

And from the water curtain behind him, one black-robed figure after another was walking out continuously, dressed the same as him.

These monsters are... under the black robes, octopus heads were staring at him with pairs of dark yellow eyes, and the octopus tentacles under their jaws were slowly entangling and squirming!

Kalaier woke up with a start; weren't the appearances of these monsters exactly the same as the statues that petrified his sword and arm!

"Prince!" The voice that suddenly sounded beside him startled Kalaier, and a pair of old, withered arms grabbed him. "Prince, don't panic, and don't try to run away! I said that all of this is the arrangement of fate, the Prince just needs to complete his mission with peace of mind."

Mission?

What mission?

I don't want to complete any damn ghost mission!

Kalaier shook off Altarlos's arm, his left hand condensed blue-gold Battle Qi and blasted toward the monsters with octopus heads in front of him.

"The Lisi family has no cowards who are manipulated by others, let alone a bunch of monsters like you! Go to hell..."

It was that leading black-robed monster again, the obscure and profound incantation sound was as disgusting as a slippery tentacle inserted into the throat, but the effect was incomparably powerful.

Prince Kalaier, who was charging on the road, was instantly frozen in place, his body still maintaining the running posture of a charge, quite comical.

It was just that there was no laughter in this temple, all the monsters were quietly watching this scene, and only the old astrologer who had always maintained an absolutely peaceful smile spoke again.

"Alright, don't waste the energy in the Prince's body! Now that the astrology is about to return to its place, and I have brought back the key, let us prepare to welcome the Sleeping God, the Lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu to wake up!"

After Altarlos finished speaking, he turned and walked into the temple behind him!

Following him was Prince Kalaier, who was full of horror but completely unable to control his own body.

The kelp-shaped curtains hanging from high above were sewn with withered human hands, each finger pointing to the center of the temple. The altar there was carved from a complete giant stone, and on it stood a Cthulhu statue pieced together with coral and human skulls. A giant eyeball floated above the statue's head, and the green light it projected nailed Kalaier's shadow to the ground—the shadow was twisting into a monster form with tentacles.

Kalaier, with a horrified face, walked slowly and firmly toward the altar; by now, how could he not understand that he had become a sacrifice for some evil god.

It was just that he couldn't control his body at all now, and even the Raging Wave Battle Qi that he could previously command like an arm couldn't be mobilized at all. He could only watch helplessly as he walked step by step to the middle of the altar and knelt down slowly in front of the monster statue pieced together with skulls and coral.

The giant eyeball floating above the statue's head seemed very satisfied, and it had been staring at Kalaier's movements.

At the same time, the surface of the towering stone pillars in the temple floated with human-eye-shaped reliefs, and the pupils were seeping with foul-smelling ink. The twelve rotting corpses of Deep One elders floated in mid-air, and every time a drop of pus and blood dripped, a twisted constellation lit up on the dome's star map.

Kalaier's body suddenly turned upside down and began to twitch constantly on the altar. The blue-gold Raging Wave Battle Qi of the Lisi royal family erupted on its own and wandered under his skin in the shape of chains.

The previously incomparably calm Altarlos suddenly took out his astrolabe with a fanatical face and stabbed it into the Prince's spine to draw blood. The blood lines wove a Cthulhu octopus skull totem in the air. When the last blood pattern was completed, all the human-eye reliefs on the stone pillars around him turned into solid, mucus-covered yellow giant eyes.

A thick, pulsating sound came from the ground, and this pulsating sound was so huge that the entire lost ancient city trembled with it.

The eyeballs on the stone pillars in the temple shot green light together, focusing on the Prince. The flesh and skin on his chest melted, and his ribs automatically spread into the flower of the altar, revealing the star core flickering between his internal organs, which was the core of the Raging Wave Battle Qi inherited by the Lisi royal family.

Meat whiskers grew out of Altarlos's wrinkles, and he hissed and laughed as he pressed the astrolabe into the Prince's chest cavity.

"Ah~"

The tragic shouting finally broke through the magic seal of the black-robed monsters and came out! ===== CHAPTER 342 =====