The ghostly green aurora borealis circled the sky. Layers upon layers of indescribable shapes reflected the crashing waves on the ocean.
The cliff of the giant mountain was flat as if it had been cut by a knife. On the precipitous cliff, a pagan ritual was in progress.
Gu Jun felt his vision zoom in. His head ached and tightened, but his heart rate was relatively stable, much steadier than before. It was the effect of the new ability … He focused and saw that there were dozens of figures, including children and adults.
They were dancing a sacrificial dance around something. In this extremely cold weather, they only wore strange clothes sewn from different animal skins. The clothes were smeared with blood, as if they were painted into some sort of twisted shape.
For some reason, Gu Jun felt that the shapes were familiar …
The shouts of the Inuits grew louder and louder, and he could hear them more clearly. His vision was getting closer and closer, and he could see that they were surrounding a rectangular stone relief. It was about the size of an adult, and the carvings were blurry in the dark, but he could vaguely make out the shapes of the blood smeared on their clothes …
Closer, just a little bit closer. Gu Jun frowned. The stone relief was obviously the key. It was the object of worship for these Inuits.
Was it the worship of the zombies? Was it the shapeless shadow that Old Dog Uncle and Chen Defa were worshiping?
He used his mind to push closer, and his heart started to ache. His heart raced over a hundred beats per minute, and it was still rising.
But he could hear the frenzied voices of the Inuit. Among them, there were a few children who screamed the loudest. Their faces were the same as the ones he had seen in the photos earlier. There was not the slightest hint of childishness, only bloodlust.
It was as if their spirit had been stolen by the shadow, and at that moment, they unleashed their malevolent power.
"Ah …" Suddenly, Gu Jun's head felt like it was being drilled by an electric drill, and he could hear the hymn they were chanting.
“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn”
Their pagan hymn was the R'yleh incantation!
Moreover, their pronunciation and rhythm were extremely accurate, almost exactly the same as the audio lines on that piece of paper.
'How …' Gu Jun's headache intensified. It was as if thousands of giant hands were grabbing him and pulling him in different directions. 'Why do these Inuits know this too?!'
He still wanted to listen more clearly, wanted to see the bas-relief clearly, but his head suddenly felt as if it had been torn apart, and his brains splattered everywhere.
The last thing he saw seemed to be an anomaly in the sea outside the cliff … Great pain drowned him, and the illusion in front of him was abruptly broken. His heart twitched, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was still in the dilapidated living room of the wooden house.
"Ah …" Gu Jun could not help but groan in pain. The last time he came into contact with this spell, he had to be injected with adrenaline to prevent his heart from going into cardiac arrest.
At the same time, a system notification appeared in his mind.
"Your Strong Heart Tempering Degree has increased by 500. You are now at Tier 1 (500/50000 Tempering Degree)."
A single illusion like this only gave 500 Tempering Proficiency? ….
The thought crossed his mind as he gasped for air. He gripped his heart. He really did not know if he would survive until he reached Tier 2.
"Ah Jun, Shi Yu, are you alright?" Uncle Dan asked nervously. He reached into his medic bag to take out a shot. "Do you want me to give you a shot?"
"Thankfully … I have foresight." Wu Shiyu gave a long sigh, and her face was as white as paper. "If not for the fact that I'm sitting down, I would have collapsed on the ground."
Gu Jun was also taking deep breaths to adjust his breathing. Since she had said so much, it meant that he was fine. This girl sure had a stubborn heart.
"Uncle Dan, it's fine." He stopped Uncle Dan, who was about to give him the shot. "You'll be fine after sitting down for a while …"
The members of the Arctic Wolf Unit at the door were dumbfounded. 'Is this some kind of spirit communication?' Zhang Xiaoqi could not help but turn to Xue Ba with a questioning gaze.
"Vice Captain Zhang, they are risking their lives." Xue Ba said with a straight face. "I hope you can treat this seriously."
Lou Xiaoning, who heard this, felt like cursing. No wonder Tong Ye said those with high S value were blind. Sometimes, you would not believe it unless you experienced it. Even if you believed it, you would not be able to imagine it, and even if you could imagine it, you would not be able to understand it.
"Did you see it?" Ignoring the others, Gu Jun and Wu Shiyu whispered to each other. She nodded. "I saw it. It sounded like the spell you chanted. "He nodded." Did you get a good look at the stone carving? "She shook her head." No, I tried to get a better look, but it broke. "
After some communication, Gu Jun confirmed that in this illusion, they had heard and seen the same thing. There was no more information.
However, even though he did not get a good look, he was confident that the stone carving and the stone carving came from the same source.
The familiar shapes were the twisted limbs of the strange creature from the stone carving.
"Guys." Gu Jun said immediately, "The Inuits in this picture, they have the same worship as the R'yleh Cult."
Not every member of the Arctic Wolf Unit knew all the clues, but Zhang Xiaoqi and the rest did. The Xue Ba trio were even more familiar with it. Now that they heard what Gu Jun said, everyone was shocked. This picture was taken in the 2030s, even earlier than the incident at Nan Tang Village.
The biggest mystery was that these Inuits who grew up in the Arctic Circle were miles away from Guang Ting City.
Based on current research, the Inuits had already migrated from Asia to the arctic four thousand years ago. That was one thousand years earlier than the ancient tomb where the stone carving was found. The religion of the Inuits was not related to R'yleh either …
So why did this small group of people have such a cult of worship?
The R'yleh Cult, the Nightmare Illness, the deserted island in the dream … The coordinates were all in this Chukchi Sea.
If what Gu Jun said was true, then there was a lot to it.
While the Arctic Wolf Squad was still in a state of confusion, Yu Xiaoyong, who had gone out earlier, hurried back. His square face was filled with surprise and excitement. "Mstislav helped us investigate. One night, Vasily Petrov woke up from a dream and went crazy. No one was able to stop him, so he rushed to the deck and jumped into the sea, drowning himself just like that."
When Yu Xiaoyong heard that, he was immediately reminded of the Nightmare Illness, and now it was the same for Zhang Xiaoqi and the rest.
'So, the relationship lies in that picture … 'When the Arctic Wolf Unit looked at Gu Jun again, there was a new respect and surprise in their eyes.
This Gu Jun was really something. He had really risked his life just now. It was no wonder that the headquarters would give such instructions.
"Captain Yu." At that moment, Gu Jun spoke again, "Are there any cliffs near the sea? Or a sea cliff? "
"The central mountain of this island runs from east to west, and it ends at the sea cliff at the end of the island." Yu Xiaoyong thought about it and said, "The closest one is the eastern coast."
"I think we'll have to go there," Gu Jun said darkly. The wind was still howling outside the hut.
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