With a loud boom, Gu Jun felt himself rising up from the wasteland. He was being pulled away by the howling wind and the roars.
He saw the black robed monsters converging on the group from all directions, he saw the bullets and flesh splatter …
But soon, his consciousness swept towards the rolling hills in the west.
The distance between them became shorter. In just a few moments, he arrived at the top of the hill, under the dark clouds.
The hill was also desolate and desolate, and all the plants were dying. He arrived at the hilltop that Jack Wales mentioned. A river that flowed from the sea split the valley into two. On the other side of the hill stood a large stone monument! Around the stone tablet, there were many sinister figures.
The monument was as big as a house. Its shape seemed to have broken through the limits of geometry and physics. The surface of the monument was carved with words, symbols and pictures.
From the pictures, Gu Jun saw the Deep Ones, an even larger and more ferocious shadow and an even more indescribable giant shadow …
He had seen the giant shadow on the statue and the Inuit relief before. It was the ancient existence that slept under the sunken city of R'yleh.
These Deep Ones and Dagon were indeed the servants of the Lord of R'yleh.
"That … that figure is …" Gu Jun saw a humanoid figure that was twisted into a strange shape stuck to the middle of the stone tablet.
He recognized the woman to be Tian Yi.
However, this girl was now covered in scales. There was no rope to tie her up, but she was stuck to the stone tablet. Her hands and feet overlapped with the twisted limbs of the pattern on the tablet. Her face was lifeless, and the eyes in her eye sockets were completely black, like the color of the abyss.
In front of her, about 10 Deep Ones stood solemnly around the stone tablet, they looked like guards.
Behind these Deep Ones were people in black robes with foreign runes. They were separated into several groups.
Most of the people in front of the monument had different faces, but there were only eight or ten of them with withered faces. The faces of these hundreds of people were filled with fanaticism. They were waving their limbs in a strange posture and rhythm. This was a ritual …
Another group of fifty to sixty people with withered faces walked around the stone monument, chanting The Conqueror Worm in the foreign language and calling the name of misfortune.
There was another group of more than ten red-robed people who stood coldly at the side, watching coldly.
At that moment, a swirling black hole appeared on the tablet beneath Tian Yi. It was as if the gates of hell had been opened.
The cultists who were in the middle of their ritual movements stopped abruptly. One by one, they walked towards the black hole without hesitation, shouting in a confident yet frenzied voice, "That eternal slumber is not the dead. In the strange eons, even death is annihilated. Use the power of Dagon to summon misfortune! "
These people walked into the black hole, into the stone stele. The moment they walked in, their fanatical voices turned into extremely miserable screams.
Even those who had endured the cruelest punishments in hell would not be able to utter such a cry.
However, the latecomers still walked in one by one.
"Sacrifice … these people are offering themselves as a sacrifice …"
When Gu Jun saw this, the shock in his heart intensified. These cultists were offering themselves to Dagon …
The Afterlife Cult borrowed the power of Dagon to use the Conqueror Worm ritual … to create this Mutated Scale Disease …
He could hear a voice saying, "Child, do you finally understand? Yes, everything is set up for you. "
Gu Jun's brain felt like it was being sliced in half by a sharp weapon. Some information surged into his mind from the stone monument and he instantly understood many things.
It was as if he had experienced it himself. Because the Conqueror Worm ritual was dedicated to the Son of Misfortune … It was dedicated to him …
The people consumed by the monument were the fuel, not just these people, those who had been sacrificed before were also the fuel. The Afterlife Cult used this to gain Dagon's help. The Mutated Scale Disease was not the same as transforming into a Deep Being, it only caused the growth of scales but the patient could die from various complications during the process.
Dagon's help was its pathogen, a kind of psychic sea worm.
The Conqueror Worm ritual was its carrier, it randomly and abruptly dropped misfortune on the people on the stage.
Tian Yi, there was nothing special about her, there was no cause or effect.
She was just the first person chosen by the ritual, she had nothing to do with good or evil, rich or poor, that was misfortune.
But from the moment she became the first Misfortune One, she was different. She became the beginning of this ritual.
On the night she went to the hospital, she was already being followed. She returned to her rented home and the next day, she was summoned to the riverside. She was brought here by the Deep Ones.
She was sucked into the monument, she lost her sense of self but she was able to walk into the patient's mental world to see Xie Yiman, whom she had been envious of.
"Is this set up for me …" Gu Jun's body was wracked with pain. His consciousness was being melted away and some of his earlier feelings were confirmed.
This was indeed a plot against him, the agitation that he had been feeling lately was real.
The Afterlife Cult did not have everything under control. In fact, they had paid a huge price to Dagon for this ritual. Who knew how many of their members had been sacrificed? These people were not there to create fear and chaos, they were there to end him, to summon the Son of Misfortune.
The dark energy brought by the Mutated Scale Disease would breed the Conqueror Worm, that was why the dark energy in his body was roiling.
Over the past 2 years, the Afterlife Cult had tried to consume him but they failed. They tried to persuade him, confuse him and control him but they all failed …
The evil plans of the R'yleh Cult and Afterlife Cult had been foiled by him.
After the so-called new era brought about by the legionella pneumonia failed, these people gave up on the idea of recruiting him — if he was willing to surrender to the darkness and use the power of the Son of Misfortune as a human, he would be a powerful weapon. But now, ending him was the top priority for these people.
Ending him and ending Deng Ximei, the two Spirit Children who had gone out of control.
But the Son of Misfortune would come …
The voice came from nowhere again, "Child, it was you who gave up the chance, the chance to become a greater existence … But we should not be surprised. After all, we mortals are no match for divine power. You are no different from us … For example, this Mutated Scale Misfortune, it was you who brought it upon us."
At that moment, Gu Jun could feel the dark energy surging to his heart, he was dying.
"It was you who destroyed our contact point and ruined the first ritual. That is why this ritual and all this misfortune came into being."
More information flowed in from the stone tablet and Gu Jun understood it better through the pain …
Afterlife Cult's initial plan was not to borrow power from Dagon.
They first used the panic they gathered from spreading the black mist in London and New York to summon the larva of the Conqueror Worm from Li Qi Zai. It took a lot of effort to summon it. The original plan was to rear the larva until it matured and then head to the nearby theater to consume the actors to complete the ritual.
The reason they chose the contact point at Da Hwa City was because it was close to Phecda's headquarters and the Spell Department's base. They had other things to do after the ritual.
By then, Deng Ximei would explode to death and Gu Jun would die due to his inability to suppress the dark energy.
However, Afterlife Cult did not only want to kill him, they also wanted the Son of Misfortune to arrive. Therefore, they did not attempt the simplest assassination.
Without enough summoning, his death would not summon the Son of Misfortune. A normal human body would not be able to summon the full power of the Son of Misfortune.
Therefore, they needed a more suitable vessel. The Son of Misfortune was not limited to one form, he did not like to be limited to a certain life form.
When the adult worm consumed him and absorbed the power of misfortune, it would become the real Conqueror Worm.
For this plan, Afterlife Cult was careful and secretive but they did not expect Deng Ximei to know about these contact points.
'Ah Mei is not lying, she is just a person who wants a new life … '
The scenery on the hill blurred, and Gu Jun's consciousness was fading. He wanted to do something, but it was as if he was tied down by heavy chains. He could not move an inch.
Deng Ximei was in danger but he was about to die as well …
This island was Dagon's nest, it was not under the control of Afterlife Cult or the Deep Ones. That kind of power was not something a normal person could control.
If not for the arrival of the allied army, the ritual would have continued according to the original plan. More victims of Mutated Scale Disease would have appeared and the dark energy would have gathered to carry out another mission to consume him … But since they had arrived at the island, Afterlife Cult had to change their strategy.
To speed up the ritual, more cultists sacrificed themselves, even some of the core members did the same.
The Afterlife Cult did not have that many members left. They had sacrificed themselves at the House of Worm, and the thousand-eyed worm had many cultists. Last year, a batch of members died at the foreign world, another batch died at the House of Nightmare, and another batch died during the naval battle. The communication point was attacked again.
For this ritual, they had sacrificed a lot.
Afterlife Cult was fighting for their lives, so this was the time for the final battle.
Everything was to summon the Son of Misfortune. Once the Son of Misfortune arrived, they would be able to turn defeat into victory …
Misfortune, misfortune … Xue Ba heard the call and died …
If they did not stop this ritual, there would be more and more.
Suddenly, Gu Jun's blurry mind was jolted awake by a scream of pain. The scene of the wasteland flashed before his eyes. He could vaguely see Wu Siyu holding her face with her hands. Her voice was shaking from the pain. "My face … is changing … it's turning into another face. It's Ah Mei's face … Deng Ximei's face …"
No, I can't die yet …
Gu Jun's head was pinched and he was about to lose his mind.
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