# 1644
Chapter 1644
Chapter 1637: The Forgery
Why would there be a Cthulhu Faction aura appearing in this era?
The moment Lin Qiye saw those crimson stars, the possibility of Cthulhu had crossed his mind, but in the modern era he had never seen the Cthulhu Faction's gods associated with stars... Weren't they all sealed by Yaldabaoth on the Moon?
Moreover, Lin Qiye had now contacted the Black Goat, the Key to the Gate, and Chaos. The Cthulhu Faction aura before him didn't belong to any of the three Great Old Ones. Could there be another Cthulhu Faction god existing in this era, aside from the three Great Old Ones?
Lin Qiye looked up at the sky, his view filled with swirling iridescent mist, but he knew that beyond those mists, those crimson stars continued to flicker endlessly.
No, that couldn't be right...
If one crimson star corresponded to one Cthulhu Faction god, then there were far too many crimson stars in the sky!
Lin Qiye's expression shifted repeatedly, and a thought surged into his mind.
Could it be that at this point in time, Yaldabaoth hadn't yet sealed the Cthulhu Faction gods on the Moon?
Lin Qiye knew from history that there had been three Cthulhu Faction invasions. The first occurred in ancient times before human civilization was established, when the Ancestral Gods united to drive them back. The second occurred after human civilization emerged and religious beliefs began to flourish at some ancient point. Yaldabaoth led the entire Heavenly Court to seal all Cthulhu Faction gods except the three Great Old Ones on the Moon. The third was in the era Lin Qiye came from.
According to what the soldier had just said, these crimson stars appeared ten days ago... In other words, this moment in time was very likely during the second Cthulhu Faction invasion, before Yaldabaoth used the power of the Heavenly Court to seal the Moon!
At this moment, Lin Qiye realized the severity of the situation.
He didn't know why Chloe had used the Holy Grail to send him to this era, but right now, he might be the only person in the world who knew what Earth was about to face.
This era was far simpler than he had imagined!
Lin Qiye's expression turned grave. He looked around him. The good news was that the mist didn't seem to be poisonous. The bad news was that everywhere he looked, there were only colorful, shifting mist—no way to identify his location, and he couldn't see anyone else.
After all, he had been positioned in the rear of a thirty-thousand-strong army. Even if the mist was thick, walking a few steps should have brought him into contact with another person. But Lin Qiye had wandered around the nearby area without encountering a single soul.
Was this some Cthulhu Faction creature's body? Or was it a technique employed by a Cthulhu Faction god?
Lin Qiye recalled the crimson star that had just split off to create that meteor. Its true body hadn't fallen from the heavens. That meteor must have been some organ of His, or perhaps a follower or servant.
Just as Lin Qiye was deep in thought, the mist around him suddenly churned, and a figure emerged from within it.
"Brother Seven Nights?" Wu Quan saw Lin Qiye and paused, then turned his head back with a stunned expression.
"Wu Quan?" Lin Qiye's eyes brightened when he saw Wu Quan.
Both he and Wu Quan had been at the tail end of the army, so they were closest to each other. Since he could encounter Wu Quan here, it meant this mist hadn't transported either of them to some alternate space—they were still near the mountain valley where the army had originally been.
Upon seeing Lin Qiye, Wu Quan suddenly stepped back, his face full of wariness.
"What's wrong?"
"Who are you?" Wu Quan asked in a low, grave voice.
Lin Qiye stopped walking, as if realizing something. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"I just merged with you not long ago, and we set off to find the others... To avoid getting separated in the mist, we tied our wrists together with rope." Wu Quan raised his hand. A hemp rope used for tying supplies was tightly wound around his wrist, while the other end extended into the iridescent mist somewhere.
"If the one I'm connected to is Brother Seven Nights... then who are you?" Wu Quan's voice gradually turned cold.
As his words fell, all the muscles in Wu Quan's body tensed, as if he was about to strike at any moment.
As expected, anything related to Cthulhu is never simple... Lin Qiye's gaze fell upon the shimmering mist, and he thought to himself.
"I am Lin Qiye." Lin Qiye said calmly. "We first met at Hanshan Orphanage. I was the one who personally captured you and brought you to the Purification Chamber. We triggered the Holy Grail on our way back from London to Great Xia and ended up here."
Hearing these words, Wu Quan's eyes filled with astonishment. He lowered his head to glance at the hemp rope on his wrist, then turned to look at the iridescent mist where the other end of the rope disappeared...
These were secrets between him and Lin Qiye—no one else in this era could possibly know them. If that's the case... then who was the Lin Qiye connected to his wrist?
"Bring him over." Lin Qiye paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "No, don't pull... Let's follow the rope and find them."
If someone was impersonating him, the moment they started pulling hard, it might alert the target. The best approach was to quietly make their way over and capture them by surprise.
"Alright."
Wu Quan nodded. He walked alongside Lin Qiye, following the rope extending into the mist, inching toward that direction.
The two walked for several minutes. The rope coiled around Wu Quan's wrist grew longer and longer, and Lin Qiye's confusion deepened... How large was this iridescent mist area? Based on their pace, they had walked at least a kilometer or two, right?
"The rope you two used to tie your wrists, was it this long?" Lin Qiye frowned and asked.
"...No, it wasn't." Wu Quan shook his head. "We tied four ropes together. At most, that was less than two hundred meters. How come we haven't reached the end yet?"
Lin Qiye's gaze hardened. He simply hoisted Wu Quan onto his shoulder and stomped both feet against the ground. With a booming sound, he shot forward like a bolt of lightning, covering several hundred more meters in an instant!
The rope coiled around Wu Quan's wrist went slack. Then, dense figures materialized at the edge of the iridescent mist!
Lin Qiye burst out of the mist with Wu Quan on his shoulder. Bright daylight filled his vision once more. The two of them landed steadily on the ground. Lin Qiye looked up and froze in place.
Beside the mountain valley, countless soldiers in armor stood in neat rows. Tall black flagpoles rose everywhere. Ahead of them, Huo Qubing rode a white horse, flanked by Zhan Yuwu and Yan Zhong, engaged in conversation with a figure.
When they saw this strange shadow flying out of the iridescent mist, everyone was stunned. They turned to look, and shock appeared in their eyes!
At the same time, a familiar figure standing with Huo Qubing and the others, with his back to Lin Qiye, slowly turned around. Upon seeing Lin Qiye and Wu Quan emerging from the mist, his brow furrowed tightly.
"He's the mysterious impostor I just mentioned—encountered in the mist." The second "Lin Qiye" said in a grave voice. He placed one hand on the hilt of Ame-no-Murakumo, and his gaze toward the two of them carried a chilling intent. "I never expected that the Cthulhu Faction's mist could spawn a counterfeit perfectly identical to me..."