PFC Chapter 2834 Naya is in trouble (Part )
Chapter 2834 Naya is in trouble (Part )
Chapter 2834 Naya is in trouble (Part )
Nyarlathotep had a fish bone stuck in his throat.
This sounds ridiculous and extremely rude, especially when this Nyarlathotep is still his original form.
But if there is a hospital in the Cthulhu mythology system that treats foreign gods, then they can only explain this symptom as being stuck by a fish bone.
This fishbone is Schiller.
Theoretically, no one can come into contact with the entities of the Outer Gods. They may not even have entities at all. Using the theory of American comics, each of them is an endless universe. This definition is even more abstract than something like OAA, just like you can't hit a mathematical formula.
But then again, mathematical formulas are just formulas in mathematics, but if you use this mathematical formula to create something, then this thing has a physical entity, and you cannot say that it is not a mathematical formula.
This is roughly the situation of Nyarlathotep. If he had not entered the American comic universe, he would have remained nameless forever. However, the DC universe does not operate according to this set of rules. All the gods here have certain entities, so we can see the famous scene of the gods fighting with planets.
So if Nyarlathotep wants to exist here, he has to create a physical entity for himself. Lu Xun once said that as long as you have a throat, there will always be a day when you will be stuck by a fishbone.
Nyarlathotep converted his file form into DC, so of course he had the same entity as the abstract gods here, and he has always been staying under the Wayne Hotel.
But there is absolutely no such thing as Schiller falling on him in his script.
As the saying goes, every DYD is a fisherman, but not every DYD likes to eat fish. Many people like the process of fishing, and Nyarlathotep is no exception.
He had no habit of eating fish and basically did not kill people on his own initiative, let alone engage in large-scale massacres. At most, he would kill someone accidentally, just like when he was fishing and didn't walk the fishing rod well and got hit to death by a fish.
Today is a rare story for all ages. A fish flew directly into his mouth, but his huge mouth that could swallow everything could not chew up such a small fish bone, so it got stuck in his throat.
When Nyarlathotep found that he could not pull out the fishbone, he knew that things were in trouble.
But the incident became even more bizarre when he found that after being stuck by a fish bone, he was also stuck in the cave.
Then he found that it seemed that it was not him who was stuck, but Schiller. Although he didn't know where Schiller was stuck in this huge hole with a diameter of several thousand meters, the current situation was similar to a fish bone piercing the throat and piercing the person to the wall.
Nyarlathotep was entangled by this fishbone.
Thinking that the time was almost up, Greed arrived with the gray fog.
The bishop's body came from the same way they came here. Although there was a problem with the hotel, the universe was not blocked, so it was not difficult to get in.
So what are they two doing here?
The answer is very simple. Schiller may be unscrupulous, but he is definitely not a quack.
Although a psychologist cannot remove fish bones, he can comfort you when you are stuck with a fish bone, and he charges by the hour. Regardless of the fee, the comfort effect will definitely be there.
Schiller and Gray Fog spread a picnic blanket on the edge of the cliff and put a pile of potato chips, cheese and fruit on it. Schiller was in a good mood and poured each of them a glass of crazy wine, and the two of them started drinking on the edge of the cliff.
Of course, Naya was trying various methods to remove the fishbone, but if he had any way, he would have pulled it out long ago. He is only posing here now, which only adds to the joke.
Not long after, a dark figure came up.
"What is going on?" asked Naya's incarnation, the Man of Darkness.
"Don't get me wrong, this is not your problem. Someone else is unlucky." Schiller said, "If it was in a zombie instance, he would have run into the tyrant as soon as he left the house. If it was in a shipwreck instance, he would have stepped into the mouth of a great white shark as soon as he left the house."
"So in your copy, what could be more unlucky than having it fall directly on you? Of course, it not only falls on you, but also gets stuck with you. If you can't overcome his bad luck, you'd better choose to accept it."
Naya was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether he could not accept such a ridiculous statement.
But he was worthy of being an Outer God. He had seen a lot of absurd things in this world. He could only say, "Can I understand that he is carrying a curse? A curse that I cannot remove?"
"This is not a curse," Schiller said. "This is a great blessing. Others can't even ask for it. Isn't it nailed here for you?"
"What do you want?" Naia seemed to be more familiar with the process than Schiller, or he was the Outer God who was closest to the devil known to humans. Besides being evil, he was also very cunning. He would negotiate conditions at the first sign of trouble to gain an advantage for himself.
"No hurry," Schiller said.
After eating and drinking, Gray Fog quickly floated away. No one knew where he went, but after a while, everyone was together.
Cobblepot, Jerome, Jerome, Gordon, and Peter who was holding a basin of psychedelic liquid with a confused look on his face.
Gray Mist motioned for them to place the metals on the ground. Soon, the five types of metals were laid out. With a flash of light, a passage was opened.
A figure appeared in the dark passage.
Seeing this man approaching, Schiller greeted him enthusiastically, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Hey, you're laughing, didn't you say you were going to write in seclusion? Why are you here?"
"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you can't just work in isolation. I recently came across a great script. The person who wrote it is a very famous screenwriter in the universe. In our industry, talent is important, but connections are also indispensable. If you don't know a big director, no matter how good the script you write is, it won't work!"
"Come, come, let me introduce you. The man in the pit is called Nyarlathotep. You may have heard of him from Barbatos. He is known as the God of a Thousand Faces and the Lord of Cosmic Conspiracy. It is said that there is no one he cannot deceive, and no conspiracy he cannot direct."
"The Thousand Faces of God and Crawling Chaos, which he wrote, are all very popular in the universe. Today, he wrote another big play. I watched the whole process. It was quite exciting. Maybe it can compete with your adaptation of Star Core Rescue."
"Oh, by the way, the release dates of these two movies just happen to coincide with each other. This is a rare opportunity. I'll have a drink with you two!"
Kuang Xiao also walked to the edge of the cliff reluctantly. He also wanted to see who this guy who dared to call himself the master of cosmic conspiracy was.
As a result, as soon as he got closer to the cliff, Schiller kicked him down.
The moment the wild laughter touched Nyarlathotep's body, Nyar exploded.
No exaggeration, it exploded on the spot, and all the masked fairies scattered flowers directly sprayed out from that huge cave, and the entire hotel above was sprayed into the sky.
Everyone standing on the edge of the cliff stared in amazement at the huge hole above their heads. What was even more outrageous was that this huge torrent broke through the thick dark clouds, and a beam of light shone on the dark city.
Peter looked at the sudden rain of masks, took two steps back, stood in front of Schiller and muttered to himself: "No wonder..."
"what happened?"
"Didn't you see the picture I sent you?"
Schiller really didn't read it because their accounts were not universal. At this time, the gray fog went down and fished Sosip out, and Sosip forwarded the information to Schiller.
Only then did Schiller realize that Peter took the photo in a park not far from the hotel, and the Gotham in his photo was sunny. What was even more outrageous was that there was a huge statue placed in the center of the park square. The statue was neither Batman nor an owl, but an aggregate of a thousand masks.
At the bottom of the sculpture it is written "The Great God with a Thousand Faces - the Great Savior of Gotham, the Lord we always love."
"What's going on??!!!!"
Another voice came from the bottom of the cave. Schiller looked down and saw that it was little Bruce. No wonder he wanted to send a distress signal. Is it okay to be caught by Naya?
Little Bruce took a step forward, but then retracted it. He didn't dare to stand in the sunlight. He stretched out a tentacle and poked it, then retracted it with a whoosh.
The gray fog flew out with several people. He found that because the previous torrent had sprayed too high, all the masks were now falling down with a crackling sound, as if a rain of masks had fallen.
What's even more bizarre is that all the buildings touched by the mask lost a layer of black and gray, and the buildings that had been infected by dark forces for many years returned to their original appearance. It seems that this secondary dark force is still not as good as Naa's original body.
Wherever the mask was, the sky turned blue, the water became clearer, the trees became taller, the flowers became brighter, and even the grass was no longer bald.
Even the people of Gotham started praying.
"You can't show off your power as the evil god now." Jerome sneered at Bruce and said, "I'm going to rebuild the Gotham Cathedral and build a statue for my Lord Nyarlathotep. Do you want to come?"
Little Bruce looked extremely ugly.
Jerome left laughing maniacally.
"Don't listen to him, he's a lunatic." Jerome came up to little Bruce and said, "I hate this sunshine too, let's go back together."
Little Bruce walked away in disgust.
In Schiller's tower of thought, Pride and Superego stood in front of the railing of the patio, and Pride asked: "Do you think he went to see that person again?"
"I'm afraid so. He is greedy, but he will not stop until others owe him a favor."
"So, we didn't lose out at the beginning." Pride nodded.
"Are you serious?" Superego looked at Pride and said, "Okay, I know you favor him, but he caused us to be in cahoots with those agents for several years, and he also deleted our memories, which is the most intolerable."
"It's all in the past." Pride said, "How do you think he will fleece Naya?"
"Isn't it enough that he was killed directly?"
Arrogant shook his head and said with a smile: "You said it all, he is the kind of person who will not stop until he has plucked someone bald."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tower was opened, and Schiller walked in with his black manager with an unpleasant look on his face.
"From now on, you will be Nyarlathotep's ambassador to Sile. Although you are known as the God of a Thousand Faces, I am not bad either. Come, come, let's visit the headquarters first..."
"This is the head office. We are currently setting up various branch offices outside. You can take a look at the categories of the subsidiaries first, and then decide which one you want to join..."
"Oh, yes, there is another colleague of yours here. You are known as the God of a Thousand Faces, and the one over there is known as the God of Moon Phases. Come, Kong Su, meet your new colleague..."
The superego upstairs covered his face and said, "I said he has a collecting habit for these multifaceted characters..."
"I advocate the free development of hobbies." said Arrogant.
"But you can't bring everything into the tower!" Superego raised his voice, and then he said as if he suddenly remembered something: "How could I forget that you also have a Batman collection!"
"I didn't." Pride turned and walked towards the room.
"Then don't let them send letters here."
"Then just wait for them to speak in person."
Super-me sighed and whispered, "When will I be able to become a real empty-nester?"
Revenge from morning till night