The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3239 The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-six)

After hearing this name, Schiller didn't have any mood swings, and even wanted to laugh a little.

This small game script is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Dagon arrived on time, Autumn and Naiya arrived just in time, and Yibo was not idle either.

Busy, everyone is busy, it’s better to be busy.

Why haven’t I noticed before that the God of Stories likes to pile up stuff so much? You might as well take a family photo of a foreign god!

After complaining in his mind, Schiller still asked: "Does the so-called Prowler have anything to do with you?"

Gad nodded and said, "That's me. To be precise, I'm a clone of Him."

"You said it was your blood."

“Yes, whenever I see Him in my dreams, my blood will be driven by Him, leaving my body, and wandering somewhere in the distance. After I wake up from the dream, the wanderer will return. "

"But..." Gad showed an ugly expression and said, "I don't know why, the Prowler never came back after leaving a few days ago, which is why I was caught by the Pope..."

Schiller understood, don't ask, asking is just greed.

Now the whole thing is connected again.

Gad was originally an ordinary investigator. After participating in the hotel incident, he came into contact with the outer god Yibo and was seduced by him to become his dependent and the bearer of his body.

Because he became a dependent of an outside god, he became immortal. The Pope also wanted to be immortal like him, so he wanted to get the method from him. But after all, Gad had a backer, so it is estimated that it would be difficult for the Pope to really do anything to him. He could only He used it as a sign for the church’s external publicity.

After all, Gad also enjoyed the status of the great prophet and did not completely break up with the Pope. The two of them always maintained a balance.

As a result, the Pope's life span was coming to an end and he was completely anxious. But at this time, the prowler was caught by greed and could not return to Gad's body in time.

This must have had some impact on Gad, causing the balance that had always been broken, and he fell in love with the Pope and was controlled by the Pope.

"I have been troubled by nightmares over the years. I barely care about the church's affairs. The Pope controls believers in my name. The person you met on the ghost ship should be him."

"That guy looks like a cultist."

"He is a cultist, and so is the Pope." Gad sighed and said: "He has done whatever it takes to live longer. He wants to sacrifice the entire Faraynes."

"You said he wanted to sacrifice, so there must be someone to sacrifice to, right? What god does he believe in?"

"To be honest, I don't know either." Gad shook his head and said, "Logically speaking, if the god he believes in is the same as me, then he should also have eternal life like me. But he didn't. Not only was he full Suffering and still aging.”

"You said he was tortured?"

"He... I don't know how to describe him. You will know when you see him. Gad's expression is a bit complicated."

"Where is he now?"

"On the top floor of the lighthouse."

"Why Faraines? And why the lighthouse?" Batman finally spoke up and asked a question he had been curious about for a long time. He said: "What is so special about this remote small village?"

Gad shook his head, but then said, "Perhaps you could ask your gods."

Schiller asked Naiya in his mind: "So why?"

"This used to be a fishing village." Naiya said: "Almost every household is a fisherman, and the fish they caught are the same fish you see in the underground river."

"What's so special about those fish?"

"That's a gift from the Fish God."

"Fish God?"

"It's Dagon. The villagers in the fishing village were followers of Dagon. They obtained fish by offering sacrifices to the fish god Dagon. These fish were sent out of the deep eddies by the ocean currents and entered their stomachs."

"Then what?"

"What are the consequences of eating fish that lives with the Great Old Ones?"

"Uh, mutation?"

"Those are the old rulers, not biochemical bodies." Naiya said: "Although it is considered a mutation, it is spiritual. They will become more inspired and crazier, and the same will be true for their descendants."

Schiller understood that the people played by the players who were lured here should be born with a physique of inspiration.

As for the residents of Faraynes, because their ancestors once believed in the Old Ones and ate the fish sent by the Old Ones, everyone became an inspired physique.

"This lighthouse was a place where villagers used to worship Dagon." Naiya continued: "If you light up the lighthouse in a special way and complete the sacrificial ceremony, fish will continue to appear in this sea area."

"But what does this have to do with the Pope?"

“This is a history that’s not hard to find.”

Schiller understood in this way that the Pope may have known about this period of history before and felt that it was quite credible. Now he is probably seeking medical treatment indiscriminately due to a sudden illness. He may think that he has only a few days to live, so he is preparing for a big disaster. The whole village made sacrifices to see if they could borrow another five hundred years from heaven.

But there is still a question. Who was the being who accepted the Pope's sacrifice and gave the Pope life?

Schiller had some guesses in his mind, but he still planned to meet the Pope, so he said to Gad: "I want to go up to see the Pope. Do you want to come with me or stay here?"

"You want to go up? I must remind you that the Pope's personal guards are difficult to deal with. You, a fake, cannot defeat the genuine ones."

"Why do you think I'm a fake?"

"Could it be that you are a traitor?" Gad said with some doubt: "I did hear that some members of the Royal Guard defected from the organization after learning the truth, but most of them died in the pursuit of the Inquisition. Are you the survivor?"

Schiller said in his heart that in fact I don't know who I am. The background story that Pride set for himself is not that complicated at all. This is obviously added by the Transcendent.

As long as he goes up to see the Pope and see his attitude, all problems will be solved.

But Schiller felt that things were not so simple, and he always felt that something was wrong.

But he still decided to go upstairs. When he passed by the window, he saw that it was snowing in Faraines again.

When the snow fell in this remote little village, it did not have the consciousness of a remote and desolate place at all, but seemed to be bound to fall endlessly to the end of time. Even without mountains, castles and dragons, the flying snow and the buried village also had an epic feeling that the world was about to tilt and collapse here.

The pale knight covered his bleeding chest and fell in the snow. He saw the blood staining the snow in front of him. He used up his last strength and clenched the gun in his hand.

When the figure appeared, he pulled the trigger - there was only a sound that could not be any softer.

Between the eyebrows that always wrote elegance and pride, a sense of pain and regret suddenly twisted, and the pupils under the eyelashes reflected the dazzling red until they gradually lost their spirit.

One hand picked up the gun and took out an empty shell from it. The metal sank into the snow when it was thrown down, and then it was quickly buried by the snowflakes falling from the sky. All traces, as well as the body.

There was only one room on the top floor of the lighthouse. Schiller walked up the stairs, bypassed the semicircular passage, and pushed open the door.

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An old man in a wheelchair was sitting in front of the window with his back to the door. Schiller walked in slowly, but when the old man turned around, Schiller was also stunned.

The Pope's body was covered with densely packed heads.

His head, neck, chest, abdomen and limbs were covered with protruding heads like tumors, as if they were about to break out of his body. Some had already stretched out more than half of their heads, and some only had the outline of their facial features.

There were men and women, old and young...

Schiller found several familiar faces inside.

Doggert, Madeline, Jeff...

They had not yet grown three-dimensional facial features, but were squeezed in the gaps of those tumor-like heads like tattoos, with ferocious expressions, as if they must fight for a place here.

Now Schiller understood what Gad meant.

The Pope had completely turned into an aggregate of tumor heads. There were at least four or five heads where his head was, and Schiller didn't know which one was his original head.

The moment he saw him, Schiller's vision suddenly blurred again, his head started to hurt sharply, and his ears were deafening.

He staggered to the nearest table, and it took him a long time to recover. He had to use the soul-soothing skill on himself to barely restore his mental state.

It was really a bad taste. Schiller turned his head away with some disgust, not looking at this disgusting monster. He had already guessed whose masterpiece it was.

Schiller took out the novel that Naya gave him, skipped the first part, and turned directly to the end.

"…What a horrible scene! Those victims who contributed their lifespans to him lived forever in his body, but they did not seem to be willing to contribute, but wanted to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

This made Rodolph realize that the being who traded with the Pope did not accept his sacrifice. It was the Pope himself who really accepted the sacrifice. He accepted the devotees with his own body and gave them a chance to compete for the position of Pope.

It was precisely this Pope who was truly willing to contribute.

Rodolph believed that the Pope must have said something to that being, perhaps that they should unconditionally give their lives for him because he was nobler than them.

The gods fulfilled his wish—in such a humorous and cruel way, they made the Pope the devotee he spoke of.

Rodolph experienced the mysterious resonance from it, which made him feel a creepy shudder, as if he had touched the wooden stick that was inserted into the ant nest with his tentacles, and it was also like his abdomen felt the boiling water poured into the ant hole. Steaming hot air.

It made him feel like he had no way to retreat, no place to escape.

Should he fight this monster to the death? But Rodolph felt that it was meaningless, because he felt that the eye that appeared above the duel field was looking at this place with interest. He was looking forward to all this happening, like this, like this...

Rodolph felt that this existence had observed such scenes countless times, above Doget's head, above Madlin's head, above Jeff's head...

He watched them struggling and dodging, using their short and almost imperceptible toes to write a story that was considered a great legend in the eyes of humans, but in the eyes of the lofty existence deep in the stars, it was just a trivial thing that could be easily swept into an ugly scrap heap.

That was not an opponent, it was just a warning. He was showing him the fate of being a loser.

And the real opponent came out of the secret door behind the bookshelf. "

Schiller raised his eyes from the book and suddenly turned his head to look at the bookshelf behind him.

Bruce stepped out of the shadows, wearing a golden patterned robe exactly like his.

"Long time no see, teacher,"

The novel was turned to the next page, and another piece of cursive text appeared.

"Rodolf recognized his former student, Matthew, who was his pride before his betrayal.

This amazingly talented student has never concealed his thirst for knowledge. No one has ever been able to obtain a double major in psychology and sociology from Miskatonic University so quickly.

By the time Rodolphe realized what his student was studying, it was already too late.

One snowy night, he heard an ancient spell coming from Matthew's room, which meant that he was contacting a terrifying existence.

In the empty universe where all existence was silent, he called a pair of eyes to his ant nest, and he heard him call Him - 'Nyarlathotep'. "

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