Chapter 3265: The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-Six)

Chapter 3239 Farahisus's Haz (36)

After hearing this name, Schiller did not have any emotional fluctuations, and even wanted to laugh.

The little game script is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Busy, busy, busy.

Why didn't you find the god of the story so much before? You just come to a god of family!

Tucked in my heart, Schiller still asked: "Is that so -called wanderer related to you?"

Garr nodded and said, "That's me. To be precise, it is His avatars."

"You say that's your blood."

"Yes, whenever I see Him in my dream, my blood will be driven by it, leaving my body, and constantly wandering somewhere in the distance. After my dream wakes up, the wanderers will return. "

"But ..." Garr revealed an ugly expression, saying, "I don't know what's wrong. After a few days ago, I never returned after leaving, which led me to be caught by the pope ..."

Schiller is clear, don't ask, ask as greedy.

The whole thing is stringing again.

Garr was originally an ordinary investigator. After participating in the hotel incident, he came into contact with the god of God, Ibopo, and was seduced as his dependent, and also the bearer of his split.

Because it became a family member, it became not old and not dead. The Pope also wanted to be as old as he was, and wanted to get ways from him, but after all, Garr had a backing. He is a sign of a church to promote the outside world.

After all, Garr also enjoyed the status of the Great Prophet, and did not completely tear his face with the Pope, and the two kept balanced.

As a result, the pope's life was almost in the end, and it was completely anxious. At this time, the wanderers were caught by greedy and could not return to Garr's body in time.

This must have some impact on Garr. As a result, the balance has been broken, and he was only the Pope's way, and was controlled by the Pope.

"Over the years, I have been troubled by nightmares. Almost regardless of the church, the Pope controls believers in my name. The one you met on the ghost ship should be him."

"That guy looks like a cult."

"He is a cult, as is the pope." Gaho sighed: "He has no choice but to live for life, and he wants to sacrifice the entire Farahis."

"Do you say he wants to sacrifice, should there always be a sacrifice object? What god he believes?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Garr shook his head and said, "In theory, if the God he believes in, he should also get an eternal life like me, but he does not, he is not full, he is not only full Being tortured, it has been aging. "

"Do you say he is tortured?"

"He ... I don't know how to describe it, you know when you see him, Garr's expression is a bit complicated."

"Where is he now?"

"On the top of the lighthouse."

"Why is Farahis? Why is it a lighthouse?" Batman finally made a voice and asked a question that he had been curious for a long time. He said, "What special is this remote small village?"

Garr shook his head, but then said, "Maybe you can ask your God."

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

"It used to be a fishing village here." Naya said: "Almost every family is a fisherman, and the fish they salvage are the fish you see in the underground river."

"What are the special of those fish?"

"That's the gift of fish god."

"Fish God?"

"It is Daji. The villagers of the former fishing village were the believers of Da. They got fish by sacrificing the fish gods. These fish were sent out from the deep vortex by the ocean flow, and they all entered their belly."

"Then what?"

"What are the consequences of eating fish who live with the old governed by the old days?"

"Uh, mutant?"

"That's the old -fashioned person, not a biochemical body." Naya said: "Although it is also a mutant, it is mentally mentally inspired and more crazy. The same is true of their descendants."

Schiller understands that the players who are tempted here should be inherently inspired.

The residents of Farahisus, because their ancestors once believed in the old governances, and also eaten the fish sent by the old dominated by the old days, causing everyone to become inspired.

"This lighthouse is a place where the villagers once worshiped Dache." Naya went on to say: "Light the lighthouse in a special method and complete the sacrifice ceremony, and the fish will continue to appear in this sea."

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

"This is a history that is not difficult to find."

When Schiller understands this, the Pope may have learned about this history before, and feels that the credibility is quite high. Now it is probably the acute illness. I may feel that I am living well for a few days. People in the village have sacrificed to see if they can borrow another five hundred years.

But there is a problem. Who was the existence of the Pope's sacrifice and the life of the pope before?

Schiller had some speculation, but he still planned to see the pope, so he said to Gear, "I want to go up and see the pope, do you want to come with me or here?"

"You want to go up? I have to remind you that the Pope's family guard is not easy to deal with.

"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 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 Arrogance 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 thinks that things are not so simple, and he always feels that something is 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 pain and annoyance 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.

Read

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, while some only had the outline of their facial features.

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

Schiller found several familiar faces among them.

Doget, 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 began to hurt sharply, and his ears were deafening.

He staggered to the nearest table, and after a long while, he recovered a little. He had to use the Soul-Calming Skill on himself to barely restore his mental state.

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

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 sacrifice themselves, 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 sacrifice himself.

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 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 steam of boiling water poured into the ant hole. Rising 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 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 cursive text appeared.

"Rodolph recognized his former student, Matthew, who was his pride before he defected.

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

And when Rodolph realized what his student was studying, it was too late.

On a 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 existences were silent, he attracted a pair of eyes to his ant nest, and he heard him call Him-'Nyarlathotep'."

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