From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 344 Synchronizing Thoughts Across Timelines

Chapter 344 Synchronizing Thoughts Across Timelines

A chill ran down his spine, and Jeremy felt a deep sense of fear.

The fear that lingered in his heart did not stem from the sea monster, but from a discovery he made unexpectedly.

"These things seem to be escaping the deep sea?"

When the idea first came to him, he almost laughed at himself.

What are these sea monsters? Deep-sea creatures and star creatures.

And this is the South Pacific, which is the home ground of the R'lyeh faction. They should be more relaxed here, instead of acting like madmen trying to seize ships.

"What on earth is happening down there? Even these locals of R'lyeh are so panicked. Could it be that the Yellow King has attacked with the Byakkis...?"

""

Looking up, I confirmed that it was still daytime, and there was no sign of Aldebaran or Calxar.

Jeremy felt a little relieved, at least he could be sure it wasn't Kalkssa calling.

Looking again at the sea that had turned red, he couldn't help but think of a question—was the sea that had turned red related to the panic of the sea monster?

This speculation had barely surfaced when the calm sea was stirred up again.

The seawater turned even redder, its color resembling that of black blood that had been left to dry for a long time.

The Star Familiars, who were just causing trouble, have completely disappeared, or perhaps they have merged into this sea and become part of the blood.

A stench of blood rose up like a giant wave, carrying the stench of blood into our mouths and noses.

On board, both the raging crew and the deep-sea divers who boarded the ship became even more agitated after smelling the blood.

They lost their last shred of reason and forgot their original purpose, throwing themselves wholeheartedly into the killing.

Blood splattered everywhere, turning the overtime work into a color almost indistinguishable from the sea.

Jeremy staggered two steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The connection between him and his crew puppets was severed by madness, and even his spirit was corrupted by that madness.

His body was trembling, and he tried to suppress this involuntary madness, but nothing he did could help.

It was as if that madness had taken root in his soul and the depths of his heart, or perhaps it was simply a part of him.

The cells were screaming. Jeremy looked down and found that a mouth and tongue had grown from one part of his body, while eyes and extra tentacles had grown from other parts.

The cells, which were originally a macroscopic whole, now gave birth to independent wills that should not have been born, and each will occupied a part of his body.

They clamored and argued, wanting independence and to break away from him.

"Hmm, what's going on? I should be able to easily suppress them with my mental power, so why isn't it working..."

""

Jeremy covered his head and grabbed a Deep One that had wandered into the captain's cabin.

The tentacles on its face pried open the Deep One's skull, pierced it, churned the brain into a paste, and sucked out the brain matter.

"Fresh brain... Ugh, it smells rotten!"

Upon closer inspection, Jeremy froze on the spot. There was no Deep One in his hand at all; it was clearly a pool of blood flowing downwards.

What was he inhaling just now?

He turned to look at the mirror hanging on the wall and understood everything.

In the mirror, a mind flayer, its body deformed in many places and unrecognizable, is piercing its own brain with its tentacles.

What he had just sucked was his own brain, which was already rotting, just like the ship beneath his feet.

Although he didn't know when it all started.

The tentacles that had grown all over his body pierced his own body, sucking up anything they could.

"This is... liquidation..."

'

The last thought vanished into the darkness, and the vast captain's cabin became empty, with only a pool of blood corroding the steel and seeping downwards.

Amidst the ship's agonizing groans as it writhed under its own weight, a wave of blood crashed down, capsizing the entire vessel.

Even the alloy skeleton could not withstand the corrosion of blood, and the sea returned to calm in no time.

There are no ships, no monsters, only an unchanging sea of ​​blood.

In the deep, dark sea, all the Deep Ones and Star Families who fled in panic have dissolved and become part of the sea of ​​blood.

Only that sunken ancient city remains quietly hidden beneath the endless sea.

It is magnificent and enormous, but the structure of the surrounding buildings is extremely distorted. Some parts appear to be convex at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they are found to be concave.

In this sunken ancient city, a sense of disharmony and asymmetry is everywhere. Every extremely twisted ridge seems to hide some kind of anxiety and sinister threat.

Just seeing it is enough to make one feel disgusted.

Even Modi... even Modi himself couldn't appreciate this type of architecture.

"Although we couldn't reach a consensus with that green-skinned fat otaku on aesthetics, we did confirm some things and gained a lot of interesting information."

Mordi walked on the seabed, heading out of R'lyeh.

The surrounding buildings gradually blurred and faded away. Although they were not corroded by blood, they still disappeared over time.

Ultimately, this ancient city was never meant to exist at this point in time.

Using Antasto's memories as a starting point, Mordy found the past R'lyeh and, with the power of the Unchanging Spear, forcibly rewrote the fact that R'lyeh had disappeared.

The phantom of R'lyeh from the past was thus brought to the present by him.

But no matter what, it's a spirit of the past, naturally rejected by reality.

With neither Modi nor its master protecting it, a return to the past is only a matter of time.

The former is unnecessary to intervene, while the latter is not feasible because a group of stars have not yet returned to their positions and Cthulhu is still sealed.

For Modi, the purpose of this trip has been achieved.

He spoke briefly with Cthulhu, who was sealed away, and learned about R'lyeh and the reasons for the disappearance of other Cthulhu-related elements.

"Sure enough, it's those troublemakers again."

In this world, apart from the warp space creatures, there are very few things that can be called troublemakers.

Before the stars have returned to their proper places, their purpose is to cleanse the world, eliminate unstable elements, and then attempt to corrupt it.

"I just don't know which guy orchestrated this, whether it's a usurper, a corrupt official, or some other cunning old fox hiding in the shadows..."

""

Modi squinted, his body, submerged in blood, vaguely sensing the movement of the wind.

This is not normal.

"Are they going to make their move again?"

The thought popped into his head instinctively, and his eye twitched involuntarily.

"What are they planning to target this time? The phantom of R'lyeh? No, that will soon disappear on its own. The Antarctic Mad Mountains and the Elders? No, these things are connected to them; denying them is tantamount to denying themselves."

A strange and terrifying sound came from R'lyeh behind him. Mordi knew without a doubt that Cthulhu, who was sealed away, had been provoked.

Although ordinary people cannot understand them, this green-skinned fat otaku has a fairly good attitude towards beings of the same level, provided that he is not facing some old yellow rival.

But even the best-tempered person has moments when they can be provoked.

Originally, He only wanted to wait to be rejected by reality and leave this world, after all, the sleeve here was just a projection, as was R'lyeh.

The repeated provocations from the gods of the subspace truly enraged Him.

In a fit of rage, He roared with a sound powerful enough to shatter an eardrum, and then departed from this world with R'lyeh.

The stars of this world have not yet returned to their places, so no matter how angry he is, it's useless. He might as well give himself a way out and simply ignore this place that is about to be dragged into the cesspool.

The phantom of the sunken ancient city completely dissipated. Modi looked at the empty seabed again, opened his mouth, and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

To be fair, the green-skinned fat otaku has a really good temper. At least when he mentioned Deepsea Fish Head Soup and Star Familia Teppanyaki, he actually delivered the ingredients.

These ingredients are just too fresh; they keep trying to jump off the plate.

"Forget it, let's go see what those troublemakers are planning to stir up this time... Hmm, what's with that constipated look on your face?"

Modi shook the Antasto he was carrying. The ancient being's entire body trembled, and his whiskers began to spasm unnaturally.

"I...I think I've forgotten something..."

""

Antasto's mind was in complete chaos, partly due to his encounter with two rulers, but mainly due to the loss of his memories.

Its memories of the Ancient Ones, other mythical races, and the Dominators are rapidly fading away.

Modi's expression turned serious. He lifted Antasto's body and inhaled the blood into his stomach with each breath.

His body was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much blood was poured into it, there would be no change.

Having mitigated the effects of the massive disappearance of seawater, he took a step back to the Epsilon headquarters in Antarctica.

He grabbed Yuri's shoulder, ignoring the bald man's astonishment, and asked, "Yuri, quickly think back, do you still have any recollection of 'Miskatonic University' or 'Innsmouth'?"

Miskatonic University, Innsmouth? Of course, it's...

""

Yuri suddenly stopped mid-sentence, unable to come up with a coherent answer no matter how hard he tried.

He only vaguely remembered that he should know these things.

"My memories have been tampered with."

Without hesitation, he connected to Epsilon's mental network and retrieved relevant information from the database, as well as the memories of all those who knew the truth.

As expected, neither the database nor the minds of those in the know yielded any relevant information.

Even when Yuri leaves relevant terms in the database, this information can disappear into thin air.

"The result is obvious; it was undoubtedly the subspace that made the move."

Seeing that he was frowning, Modi comforted him, "You don't need to take it too seriously. It's just something related to the Kree, so it's okay if it's gone."

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Yuri glanced at him, understanding what he meant. “I still remember some of the related vocabulary, which means you must have protected my brain.”

"But what if you leave, and they then try to access our memories again?"

No, you don't need to worry about that.

Modi shook his head. In the short time he had been investigating, he had found some clues left behind by the subspace.

"They don't just do things whenever they want, especially while I'm still in this world. Whether out of fear or worry that I might seize the opportunity to turn the tables on them, they won't act easily."

"This time, they paid the price. Those traces are not so easy to erase. After all, behind them is a cesspool no less than that of the warp."

It's easy to stir up a mental storm, but it's difficult to deal with the troubles that follow, including not only the backlash from the timeline but also the threat from Mordi, an immortal.

"Their deliberate erasure of those elements might be a good thing for humanity, at least we won't have to worry about the old rulers anymore."

"That's true..." Yuri nodded. He had been troubled by those hidden things before, but now he didn't have to worry about them anymore.

What he should worry about is the warp corruption that will intensify in the future.

"It might not be corruption," Mordy subtly cautioned, "but even tangible, untainted benefits can have adverse effects."

Sometimes, the latter can have a greater impact.

This is especially true for Yuri.

How do we deal with this psychic who is determined, powerful, and decisive? It's simple: start with his ideals.

Yuri intends to unify human thought and create a collective will that protects humanity, right? Then he should provide other countries with relevant technological inspiration so that they can effectively resist Yuri's mind control.

As long as human thought is not unified and united, weak individual will is merely a plaything of the warp gods.

"To achieve my goal, I must unite three-quarters of the world's population. If the population is less than that, I will not be able to resist the encroachment of the warp."

Yuri had anticipated this, and he had already devised a countermeasure.

If the major powers were to ascend, he might indeed be unable to unify their thinking, but... that would only apply to this timeline.

The existence of the Allied chronograph and the prototype time machine both point to one fact.

There are other timelines outside of theirs.

The historical process may differ in each timeline.

Some stories feature a small mustache that sparked World War II, while others feature a large mustache, and still others depict the rise of China and its unification of the world.

Even more outrageous accounts include the outbreak of the Tiberium Wars and the appearance of aliens known as the "Sckins".

These were all discovered by Yuri, based on his latest findings.

Through the development of psionic and mind-ending devices, coupled with the time machine data sent by the European resistance forces he secretly supported some time ago, Yuri achieved an unprecedented feat.

He communicated telepathically with his counterparts from other timelines and united them all through mind synchronization.

Now, he is not fighting alone; Yuri from all timelines is supporting him from behind.

They exchanged technology, experience, and intelligence with the goal of building a cross-timeline mental network, constantly developing and expanding Epsilon's power.

A spiritual catastrophe involving all timelines is imminent, and a purple wave is poised to erupt.