I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler Chapter 777

   Chapter 777 776. Welcome to Miskatoke

   The old eggplant is unknown.

  Lu Kizuna created this copy based on this film festival, let yourself experience it in the past?

Or.

   "It's impossible that Lu Kian is at the film festival right now, let's use this virtual reality helmet to experience it live?"

  Old Eggplant laughed.

   But he has seen some game ideas before, that is, using augmented reality technology, players wear smart glasses, and things in reality will become what they look like in the game, and players can interact and play in reality.

   For example, the popular Pokémon mobile game before, is to ask players to go to certain places in reality to catch Pokémon, which is a way of realization.

  Lu Bian's [Morning Star] has achieved virtual reality technology in one step. Now, in turn, do you want to engage in augmented reality?

Although   Old Eggplant is a player, he also has his own thoughts on the game industry.

  To put it bluntly, what is lacking in current games is not creativity, but a way to realize creativity. There are many unrestrained ideas and gameplays that no one has thought of, but they cannot be well realized with existing technical means.

For example, people in the past thought about how interesting it would be if the game could move freely, climb, and fly, but the code and computer level at that time could only support the character to move on a plane, and it was only after the development of computer technology that it became more open. The world, despite this, those open worlds are not completely free, and the NPCs in them all follow the code and cannot derive a real world.

   And Lu Bian's [Morning Star] obviously solved this problem. In the Kingdom of Night, the old eggplant had communicated with those aborigines, and they were all like real human beings, with their own thoughts.

   Although many people appear dull and rigid due to their lack of knowledge, their intelligence is clearly normal.

   Therefore, the old eggplant has always suspected that the Kingdom of Night does exist, it is a real place, and what Lu Kian did was to let the players like them pass through and descend there in some way.

   Anyway, this Miskatok, the old eggplant is definitely going to be seen.

   Before entering the game, the old eggplant did some homework and searched for news about Miskatoke, but only found news about the film festival, which he silently kept in mind.

   Then, he put on his helmet and entered the [Silent Place].

  Old Eggplant did not enter the [Last Lesson] that he had been attacking, and instead pushed open the door of the [Film Festival].

   As soon as the door moved, a gray mist enveloped the old eggplant. Immediately, the old eggplant felt a strong attraction coming from the front and sucked himself into the door.

  The surrounding scenery became psychedelic, like various colors of fuel mixed into the water, constantly swaying, and finally formed colorful colors.

  These colors are like colors that do not exist in this world, flying to the high sky, between the universe and the stars.

   came back to his senses, the old eggplant had already stood on the ground with both feet.

   He first confirmed his status.

   At least personal.

  Old Eggplant was wearing the clothes he wore in the room before, and he immediately felt a chill.

   He was still wearing short sleeves!

   It's too cold!

   It's winter, December, and Christmas is approaching, and it's cold and windy in New England at this time, which quickly makes the old eggplant teeth fight and the whole person curls up.

   "Fuck, I knew I should wear more clothes!"

  Old Eggplant knew that there was no way to change the status quo after quitting the game to change clothes at this time. He could only look around in the cold.

   "What about the film team?"

   He found himself beside a wide grassy area, which seemed to be a city parking lot, but only one car was parked, and there were some pedestrians around.

  Old Eggplant decided to go to see the situation.

   He just took two steps when he saw a pedestrian beside him looking at him.

  Old Eggplant looked over and found that these people had a weird smile on their faces.

   That smile didn't have the slightest joy, like the makeup of the dead put on by the mortuary after death. They were wearing suits and skirts, and they were like puppets in the cold wind, and their movements were stiff.

  “.What are you looking at?”

  Old Eggplant asked, and it was only at this time that he realized that he was speaking English. Obviously, his English had been returned to the teacher after the sixth grade, but now he blurted out fluent English.

   It's normal to think about it. After all, this is North America, where English is spoken. If you have to communicate with the locals in broken English, it will be too difficult.

   "Can he?"

   The person who looked at the old eggplant suddenly made a sound, as if discussing with the people around him.

   "Where did he come from?"

   "He can, he needs it now!"

   "Yes, he can, just want him!"

   "Sacrifice, sacrifice, he is the sacrifice!"

   The few people exchanged a few words, and then, the old eggplant saw that these people who were as stiff as puppets suddenly moved and ran towards their position with quick steps.

   Their running movements are also very funny, like babies who have just learned to walk, stumbling and supporting each other, but very fast.

   Before he could react, the old eggplant was caught.

   His hands were caught, and the old eggplant saw that the skin of the place where he was caught quickly turned black, as if it was smeared with dye. He hurriedly wanted to escape, but soon, he was surrounded by many people.

  Old Eggplant was lifted up, and he shouted loudly, but it didn't take long for his mouth to be covered.

   He was carried to the street. There were many pedestrians on the street at night. The old eggplant covered his mouth and made a whimpering sound.

   He originally wanted to ask for help, but the old eggplant found that the faces of these passers-by also had the same weird smile.

  Old Eggplant was shocked, and in a blink of an eye, he had been carried to a church.

He saw that there was a statue of the Virgin Mary standing behind the prayer platform of the church, but the eyes of the statue were covered with black cloth, showing a somewhat taboo feeling, and the most interesting thing was the Virgin Mary things in.

Normally, there should be a baby **** here. Although this religion itself does not give a specific image of God, in some sects, idol worship also exists, and they will give God a specific image to worship, Faith fanatic.

   And now, in the arms of the Virgin Mary, in the swaddle, is a mass of black mucus.

   That slime is like the darkest night sky, and like an unknown abyss, just looking at it is enough to take away the reason of human beings.

   In the mucus, slender tentacles are bred and are spreading around. The old eggplant seems to see countless eyes between the pieces of meat, as if there are things like goat hooves, he doesn't know more.

  Old Eggplant's consciousness fell into a trance, and he was placed in the center of an intricate, eccentric figure painted with unknown bright red paint.

   "He can be used for sacrifice."

  Old Eggplant heard a man in a black robe covering his face with a hood.

   The next moment, the dagger made of obsidian was inserted into the old eggplant's chest, he felt a sharp pain, and immediately, before the blood poured out, the old eggplant had turned into a pool of mud, dirtying the exquisite ritual circle.

   The man with the obsidian dagger in his hand was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dagger in his hand, then looked at the others, and tilted his head.

   (end of this chapter)

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