Bab 144: TO REACH OUT FOR YOUR LOVE

TO REACH OUT FOR YOUR LOVE

Swarms of tentacles spawned upon the witch's back. Her boots have been converted to hooves, and her forehead sprouted dark horns that looped like those of a ram. If Satan had a daughter, that should be her. Mia Springfield… No. Shub-Niggurath.

That name is too long to type so I'll just call her Shub-san for the author's sake.

"A God Core that came from Cthulhu Mythos…" Lord Freyr muttered in awe. "...You also contracted with the Outsider."

"Glad that you already know, Former-Cthulhu." Shub-san laughed.

"Tell me, what do you need with the God Core of Mars?" Lord Freyr said as he tightly gripped his sword, ready to attack at any moment.

"Nothing, really. Let's just say it's just a whim. Because I hate a certain someone's singing." She said as her crimson eyes locked onto me.