The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3239 The Shadow of Faraines (36)

Chapter 3239: The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-Six)

After hearing this name, Schiller showed no emotion at all, and even felt like laughing.

A small game script is really full of hidden talents. Dagon arrived on time, Autumn and Naya came at the right time, and Ibo was not idle either.

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

Why didn't I realize before that the God of Stories likes to pile up material so much? You might as well just make a family portrait of the Outer Gods!

Even though he was complaining in his heart, Schiller still asked: "Is that so-called wanderer related to you?"

Gad nodded and said, "That's me. To be more precise, it's one of His clones."

"You said it was your blood."

"Yes, every time I see Him in my dreams, my blood will be driven by Him to leave my body and wander somewhere far away. After I wake up from the dream, the wanderer will return."

“But…” Gad showed an unsightly expression and said, “I don’t know what happened. The Wanderer left a few days ago and never came back. That’s why I was caught by the Pope…”

Schiller understood it clearly. Don't ask. If you ask, it's just greed.

Now the whole thing fits together again.

Gad was originally an ordinary investigator. After participating in the hotel incident, he came into contact with the Outer God Ibo and was seduced by him to become his follower and the carrier of his clone.

Because he became a follower of the outer gods, he became immortal. The Pope also wanted to be immortal like him, so he wanted to learn the method from him. However, Gad had a backer after all, so it was estimated that it would be difficult for the Pope to really do anything to him. He could only use him as a signboard for the church's external publicity.

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

As a result, the Pope's life was about to end, and he was extremely angry. At this time, the Wanderer was caught by Greed and failed to return to Gad's body in time.

This must have had some impact on Gad, causing the long-standing balance to be broken, and he was deceived and controlled by the Pope.

"I have been plagued by nightmares over the years and have hardly ever cared about church affairs. The Pope manipulated believers in my name. The person you met on the ghost ship should be his."

"That guy looks like a cultist."

"He is a heretic, and so is the Pope." Gad sighed and said, "He has done whatever it takes to survive. He wants to sacrifice the entire Faraines."

"You said he wanted to make a 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, if he believes in the same God as I do, he should have eternal life like me, but he doesn't. Not only is he tortured, but he is also getting older."

"You said he was tortured?"

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

"Where is he now?"

"On the top floor of the lighthouse."

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

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

Schiller asked Naya in his heart: "So why?"

"This used to be a fishing village," Naiya said. "Almost every household is a fisherman, and the fish they catch 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 used to be followers of Dagon. They obtained fish by offering sacrifices to Dagon, the fish god. These fish were sent out from the deep eddies by the ocean currents and went into their stomachs."

"and then?"

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

"Uh, mutation?"

"Those are the Old Ones, not biochemical beings." Naya said, "Although they can be considered mutations, they are mental. They will become more inspired and crazier, and so will their descendants."

Schiller understood that the people played by the players who were lured here should be born with inspirational physiques.

The residents of Faraines, because their ancestors once believed in the Old Ones and ate the fish sent by the Old Ones, have all become inspired people.

"This lighthouse was once a place where villagers worshipped Dagon." Naya continued, "If you light the lighthouse in a special way and complete the sacrificial ceremony, fish will appear in this sea area in large quantities."

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

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

Schiller understood what he meant. The Pope might have known about this history before and thought it was credible. Now he was probably desperate and wanted to try any possible means. He might have thought that he didn't have many days left to live, so he prepared to make a big sacrifice and sacrifice the entire village to see if he could ask God for another 500 years.

But there is still a question here. Who was the existence that accepted the Pope’s sacrifice and gave the Pope longevity?

Schiller had some guesses in his mind, but he still wanted to see 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 Guards are not easy to deal with. You, a fake, can't beat the real ones."

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

"Are you 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, "Actually, I don't know who I am. The background story that Arrogance set for himself is not that complicated at all. It is obvious that the Transcendent added some extra details to it."

If we just go and see the Pope and see his attitude, all problems will be solved.

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

But he decided to go upstairs, and when he passed the window he saw that it was snowing again in Faraines.

When snow started falling in this remote little village, it did not feel at all like a desolate and secluded place. Instead, it seemed as if the snow would keep falling until the end of time. Even without mountains, castles, and dragons, the flying snow and buried village gave off an epic feeling that the world was about to tilt and collapse.

The Pale Knight fell to the ground in the snow, holding his bleeding chest. He saw the snow in front of him dyed red with blood. He used up his last bit of strength to clench the gun in his hand.

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

A feeling of pain and regret suddenly twisted between the brows that always expressed elegance and pride, and the pupils under the eyelashes reflected the dazzling red until they gradually lost their luster.

A hand picked up the gun and ejected an empty shell from it. The metal sank into the snow as it was thrown down, and then was quickly covered by the snowflakes falling from the sky, covering all traces, as did the body.

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

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 is covered with densely packed human heads.

His head, neck, chest, abdomen and limbs were covered with tumor-like protrusions, as if they were about to break out of his body. Some of them had already stretched out more than half of the head, while others had only the outline of facial features.

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

Schiller spotted several familiar faces inside.

Docter, Madeline, Jeff...

They have not yet grown three-dimensional facial features and are just squeezed in the crevices of those tumor-like heads like tattoos, with ferocious expressions, as if they are determined to fight for a place here.

Now Schiller understood what Gad meant.

The Pope has completely turned into a collection of tumorous heads. There are at least four or five heads where his head should be. Schiller doesn't know which one is his original head.

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

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

What a bad taste! Schiller turned his head away with some disgust, not wanting to look at this disgusting monster. He had already guessed whose masterpiece this was.

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

"...What a horrifying scene this is. Those victims who contributed their lifespans to him are forever living on him, but they don't seem to be content with their contributions, but rather want to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

This made Rodolfo realize that the being who made the deal with the Pope did not accept his sacrifice, it was the Pope himself who actually accepted the sacrifice, he accepted the devotees with his own body and gave them a chance to compete for the position of Pope.

It is this Pope who is truly dedicated.

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

The god fulfilled his wish - in such a humorous and cruel way, making the Pope the devotee he mentioned.

Rodolph felt a mysterious resonance from it, which made him shudder, as if his tentacles touched the wooden stick that went into the ant nest, or as if his abdomen felt the hot steam from boiling water poured into the ant hole.

It made him feel like he had no way to retreat and nowhere 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 being had observed such scenes countless times, above Doget's head, above Madlin's head, above Jeff's head...

He watched them struggle and dodge, using their almost imperceptible toes to write a story that would be a great legend in the eyes of humans, but in the eyes of the lofty beings 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, that was just a warning, He was showing him what it would be like to be a loser.

The real opponent came out from the secret door behind the bookshelf."

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

Bruce stepped out from the shadows, wearing the same golden patterned robe as him.

"Long time no see, teacher,"

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

“Rodolph recognized his former student, Matthew, who had been his pride before he defected.

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

By the time Rodolphus realized what his student was researching, it was too late.

On a snowy night, he heard ancient spells coming from Matthew's room, which meant that he was contacting some terrifying existence.

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

Naiya: Hi