Nayaratotip can be killed by physical means in human form, and after death in human form, the corpse will begin to vibrate and expand after falling down, and finally explode, and a huge long-clawed monster emerges. This offensive troll will fly into the sky from the scattered corpse and eventually disappear without further invading the person who killed it.

Just like the responsibilities of the Chaos Protocore Messenger himself, the function of this monster is to inform the ontology of Nayaratotipu's body. Because even in human state, there are very few killing intellects, and after the ontology knows this, it is likely that other intellects will be sent to continue his game. But Salomon did not want the situation here, or he himself aroused the interest of the ontology of Nayaratotipu, so he had to stop the monster.

"Ah? Cough!" The man of darkness raised his head and looked at Salomon with all his strength. Even though he was in a dying state, the ridicule on the corner of his mouth still did not disappear. "It's useless, 'I' already knows, you don't know how many incarnations I have... In fact, except for the original body, no incarnation knows. Hahaha, don't think about escaping the game of Chaos Protocore Messenger. There is no exit button in this game. Salomon Damonnet, I am very satisfied with your cold blood, but I am not a cruel guy. You understand me, I just like to have fun. The soul of that woman is in Colson's body, and I swap their souls! How interesting, right? The only way you can solve this is to cast spells yourself and exchange them back. I believe Randolph Carter must have given you that magic, right?"

Salomon frowned. Randolph Carter did copy a magic called "Soul Transfer Technique" in his magic book. This evil spell can pull the soul out of the living body and put it into another body. However, learning and using such magic will permanently weaken his rationality and willpower, and Randolph Carter also suggested that Salomon should not cast too many similar spells in a short period of time.

Apart from that, there is not no way, but we have to wait until we return to Kama Taj.

"Maybe." Salomon twisted the hilt of the sword, "And, who betrayed you? Do you have any helpers? Tell me!"

"I refuse!" The Dark Man seemed to be indifferent to the pain. All he could do now was to mock Salomon, "Do you think you won? Actually, it's not, sweetheart. You have fallen into my trap, but you haven't discovered it yourself."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?" The Dark Man slowly stretched out his bloody hand, "Let's see you next time. Oh, I really hate this magic, annoying Ktugya."

As soon as the words were finished, the dark man was surrounded by a few flashing light spots, as if he was covered with a gorgeous star cloak. These light spots also emitted invisible high temperatures like real stars. The huge heat instantly ignited all the fallen leaves on the ground. The expanded hot air swept through the entire forest like a strong wind. Salomon and Colson had to retreat to avoid being burned by the high temperature. After drawing out the sword, the secret mage did not forget to take Colson's body with him, and Colson also grabbed the stray dog ​​that made great contributions and ran away quickly.

The dark people are rising higher and higher, just like the stars rising in the east, bringing a long-lost light to this dark forest, but this light represents not hope, but the cruelest death. Salomon and Colson ran out desperately, and the high temperature chased behind them. Wherever they passed, all the American elm trees were ignited instantly. These magics cast by Nayaratotip himself were far beyond the imagination of mortals. If the weapons used by Salomon were not the sword of victory but ordinary metal weapons, then those weapons would only be melted into iron.

Immediately afterwards, with a huge explosion from the sky, the starlight rising to the sky disappeared, and a monster appeared in the air. With the orange-red firelight reflected by the burning forest below, Salomon saw clearly the monster's appearance. It was a monster with black flesh wings. This monster had no head and body in the usual sense, as if it was just a limb formed by a few huge black tentacles. The lower body of the monster was several different lengths, similar to the pointed claws of an arthropod. These pointed claws had dark patterns similar to fish scales. These dissonant limbs grew around the head. Just below the head were several deep black tentacles that were constantly wriggling, revealing red light.

When Salomon saw this monster, he seemed to see the huge ball of flesh that kept wriggling in the void, which was the ultimate in the deepest chaos, with the constant echoing low striking and hollow hoarse flute sounds. In addition, several invisible terrifying existences were dancing wildly with the monotonous flute sound. Then, he heard a ridicule, followed by continuous laughter. Salomon completely forgot where he was and what he was going to do. His brain was in chaos, as if the scene he saw had exceeded his cognitive range.

Suddenly, he felt a hand slap on his shoulder. It was a human hand. Salomon felt a sense of joy surge from his heart, all the illusions completely disappeared, and he returned to reality. "Mr. Carter, thank you very much for your help." Salomon managed himself hard to prevent himself from fainting and coma, "Where is Colson?"

"Don't worry." Randolph Carter's voice was soft, "You need a break. As for Agent Romanov and Agent Colson, I'll take care of them."

“Nayaratotip…”

"He has left," said Randolph, "and left forever. You need rest. The ceremony after this will be done by us."

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When Salomon woke up, he found himself in the guest room of Randolph Carter's house. It was early morning, but what came out of the window was not the chirping of birds, but the noisy curse. The secret wizard rubbed his eyes, and he got off the bed and picked up the sword of victory that he promised to beside him. He quietly pushed away the thin curtains and saw the King's army on the street escorting batches of prisoners, and the curses were made by ordinary people watching the prisoners.

The vision of the dark man's death last night attracted the attention of many people. Under the light of the fire that illuminated half of the sky, many people saw the huge monster, but not everyone was able to escape from madness and restore their sanity with the help of others, just like Salomon.

The Puritans' little reason left was consumed after witnessing the monster. From last night to this morning, the noise in the town never stopped, and many people fell into madness completely. The symptoms of madness vary. Some people become more paranoid about their faith. They believe that everyone has something to do with the devil. They pray to God to save them; some people are intoxicated and fantasized, and they are separated from their miserable and painful real life; some people are even worse, they begin to be afraid and have hallucinations. In the eyes of these people, the streets are not living people, but incomplete dead bodies.

Countless murders occurred in one night, and because of the murder of the interrogator, Judge Cotton Mather sent all the kings' troops to arrest prisoners in the town. However, this did not stop the spread of madness. In this chaos, most people became more superstitious. They believed that this was the revenge of the witches. Those prisoners were also people manipulated by witches, or these prisoners were usually related to the witches, but they were completely depraved yesterday.

Now, there is no quiet place in the entire town of Salem, and this mansion is a place that is barely safe. After washing up, the Secret Mage went downstairs with his sword. Randolph Carter had been waiting in the living room for a long time. "You're awake." He put down the newspaper and motioned to Tituba to serve breakfast to Salomon. "The situation is not good now, please forgive me."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Carter. I also want to know..."

"Agent Colson and Agent Romanoff are fine, they are still sleeping. The Chaos Prokaryotic Messenger exchanged their souls, and after returning here, I switched them back. They need to rest and restore their spirits. As for your dog... I think it's chewing on the bones in the garden now." Randolph said, "I heard you have found the stone tower - I've actually been there before, but after the reality reset, the altar I built disappeared. It's a good place for casting rituals. You can spend a day here and wait for Agent Colson and Agent Romanoff to wake up, and then we can go to casting rituals."

"In fact, I have some other questions, Mr. Carter." Salomon hesitated for a moment and decided to ask his own question. "Where is Abigail?" he asked. "I am still a little confused about her question. Why did she alienate?"

Randolph glanced at Salomon. "She was just a 12-year-old girl," he said. "She did do everything you see in history books about Abigail. You can't imagine how much mental pressure she has endured after this, and you also know what will happen when a person is completely crushed. What's more, Abigail was imprisoned by the magician for more than three hundred years and stayed in that dark and quiet environment for more than three hundred years. It's hard to say that no one's spirit will not have any problems."

"I mean... Why did the Lord of the Sect leave his children in this world?" Salomon shook his head, "This makes no sense."

"This is because you can still understand these issues. In fact, the great immortals did not leave any offspring in this world. Abigail in this world is just one of her own possibilities." Randolph Carter said, "And the Abigail who should have been born is not in this world. That Abigail has not been born yet. What we have to do is to let her return to her father. Only in this way can Abigail in another world appear."

"It's hard to understand, this inverted causal relationship."
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