My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 101 Destructive Black Power
The entire city was still shrouded in the power of the Moth Code, but without the deadly darkness it once had.

Jules did not hesitate at all and quickly went to the city center.

"Is this the R'lyeh of this world?" He couldn't help but think.

Or is it that this city is just a poor imitation, and the city he saw in his dream is the real "R'lyeh" of this world?
According to the hidden element clues collected previously, the city in the dream should be called "Ys".

The real name of the city in front of him was "Yadis" - he really couldn't remember whether there was such an underwater city in the original Cthulhu novel.

As for most of the readers, he only remembers R'lyeh.

Ys beyond the waves... Jules' eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly remembered what the old man from Innsmouth had said to him before -

Their ancestors came from the "City of Corals and Waves".

When he heard it at that time, he had no idea, but now after comparing it, it seems that the answer behind it is about to be revealed.

Did their ancestors come from the mysterious city "Ys" that they saw in their dreams?
The bell rang again, but this time, it no longer sounded heavy, but rather hoarse and harsh.

As the bell rang, Yule suddenly felt that the sound of blood surging around him became much more complicated.

A creepy feeling crept up his spine, causing him to squint his eyes.

"It seems that it sensed my intrusion."

Jules quickened his pace, the sea surging behind him.

Maybe it was because of the bell, but the moth cloak didn't seem to be of any use.

He could feel the gazes of the Deep Ones gathering on him from all directions, cold and hungry.

clang--

As the hoarse and strange bell sounded, his fingers began to bend uncontrollably, even showing a tendency to transform into webbed fingers.

Despite this, Jules showed no intention of stopping.

The sea water was icy cold, and scales quickly spread across his arms, but he simply glanced down, his eyes cold and with a hint of disdain.

He could see that this level of mutation was not enough to directly affect his real body.

He estimated that unless Chibei took action personally, there would be no way to influence him through history.

Soon, Jules approached the church.

The towering shadow pressed forward like a giant beast with its bloody mouth agape.

You won’t know how magnificent this church is unless you see it up close.

Before, he had no intuitive feeling of the power of the waves, but now he saw that it was simply the most magnificent building he had ever seen.

At this moment, even though human beings have gone further and further on the road of industrial revolution, they probably do not have the ability to complete such a magnificent building.

There are more and more deep divers around, dark shadows shuttle through the city, and low roars come one after another.

They didn't pounce on us immediately, as if they were waiting for something.

Jules stopped and fixed his eyes on the church entrance.

It was a huge stone door, covered with cracks, and a mixture of red and black light seeped out from the cracks, as if blood was flowing.

He could feel the heart of the wave beating more violently, as if resonating with the power behind the door.

At this moment, a deep diver behind him finally couldn't hold back anymore, and its sharp claws cut through the water and rushed straight to his back.

Yule dodged to the side and slid his palm across the animal's neck. As easy as tearing paper, its head was instantly separated from its body.

The corpse slowly sank and the blood spread, but it did not frighten the deep divers. Instead, a hint of scarlet appeared in their eyes.

He turned around and frowned at the group of deep divers.

Although most of them did not pose a threat to him, a few of them caught his attention.

Without exception, they all wore familiar bishop attire and wore gorgeous and bizarre golden crowns on their heads.

The scepters in their hands were different from those of the bishop he saw on the ground. They seemed to be surging with a heart-pounding black power.

The previous attack was like a signal. The surrounding shadows suddenly became agitated, and dozens of deep divers pounced at the same time.

Their fish eyes flashed with hunger, their sharp claws tore through the sea water, and they rushed directly towards Yule fearlessly!
Jules did not retreat at all. His blood turned into sharp blades, piercing the approaching divers one by one, dyeing the sea even more blood-red.

Although it was as easy as mowing the grass, he did not relax his vigilance at all, but stared at the deep divers dressed as bishops.

From beginning to end, they never made a move, but just stared with those dead fish eyes, mumbling in their mouths the language of the shell species.

"We have to kill them first." Jules made a quick decision.

He had a premonition that if he did not deal with these deep divers that posed a threat to him, unpredictable consequences would inevitably occur!

Jules's eyes were cold as he locked onto the deep divers dressed as bishops. He kicked his feet, and the water pushed his body forward, rushing straight towards the group of deep divers.

Even though ordinary deep divers rushed towards him desperately, their sharp claws cutting through the water, they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

With the blessing of the Heart of the Wave, even the weaker Deep Divers couldn't run as fast as him!
With just a wave of his hand, blood blades stirred up by streams of blood drew arcs of light, instantly tearing the approaching enemies into pieces.

Their bodies were torn into pieces, and the water was soaked with blood, becoming even more turbid.

The bishops and deep divers remained motionless, just chanting something in a low voice, and the black light on the scepter became more and more intense.

The sea water began to tremble, and an invisible pressure surged from all directions. Jules felt his body sink and his movements slowed down slightly.

The terrible water pressure seemed to be about to crush his body in an instant.

If it weren't for the help of the Heart of Waves, he would have died suddenly!

"Die." Yule's eyes were cold, and he stirred the blood directly. Several streams of blood shot out like sharp arrows!

To his surprise, the bishops did not dodge or evade. The blood directly penetrated their brains, but they still stood where they were, chanting something in a low voice.

The blood flowing from their bodies was as thick as asphalt, emitting a deep black glow. Seeing this scene, Jules' heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked up at the church not far away.

The power of Black Corpse? !

But at this moment, he had no time to think.

The scepters in their hands seemed to be guided by some will, drawing some power from the hoarse bells echoing in the city, and heading straight for Jules!

No matter how he escaped, it was useless. It seemed that he had nowhere to hide within the range of the bell.

The destructive black power directly penetrated his body, plunging his consciousness into endless darkness.

At the end of his life, he felt as if he heard some harsh female ridicule.

……

[Current number of losses: 2/∞]

[Return to the original history? Yes/No]

[If you choose no, the Sixth History Fragment will rotate again]

[Please note that after this fragment is lost, it will be subject to increasingly severe erosion and mutation!]

Sitting on the bed in his room, Jules walked to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror with a slightly solemn look in his eyes.

He actually died instantly.

That destructive black force killed him instantly without any resistance!

"Is it the power of Black Corpse..."

Thinking about the source of that power, his heart felt a little heavy.

He originally thought that the most important thing to fight against was the power of the Red Cup, but now it seems that he was wrong.

The eroded black skeleton may be the real threat to him!
"Speaking of which, the relationship between Langlang and Hei Kai seems quite complex..."

Yule stroked the faintly visible scales on his face, his eyes flashing slightly.

The relationship between the two is like that of "clones".

But Hei Hai seems to have self-awareness. If the waves return, will he be willing to be swallowed by the waves and return to his original form?

It's hard to say...

Jules shook his head and left the room.

Next time you enter this fragment, you must be careful.

However, he has already discovered many secrets, and the next time he goes in, it will definitely be much smoother - after all, there are unlimited times, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, as soon as he went out, he was surprised to find that many people had gathered at the door of the Steam Church, and noisy sounds could be heard continuously.

Lolita had been woken up long ago. Seeing Jules coming, she said happily:
"Uncle Jules, you're finally awake! Come and help me persuade them! They insist on coming in to worship that God of Machinery!"

Hearing this, he frowned, walked to the door and opened it.

"Everyone, go back." He said in a gentle tone.

However, the surrounding Innsmouth residents just stared at him with awe in their eyes.

"We discussed this yesterday. Perhaps the reason Innsmouth is in such a state is because we stopped worshipping the Machine God and started worshipping the Father God."

"The Father's teachings do not restrict us from worshipping multiple gods, so we came here at the suggestion of Bishop Allen."

When Jules heard that it was Allen's bad idea, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"This kid is causing me trouble again..."

His eyes wandered among the crowd and soon found Alan's figure with his head lowered.

"come here!"

Hearing this, Allen knew he couldn't hide anymore, so he stepped forward awkwardly and said:
"Leader, what's the matter?"

Jules stared at Allen for a long moment, then sighed.

"I can't explain more clearly. You just need to let them know that the Church of Steam and the Church of Dagon will not infringe upon each other."

If he were a real steam priest, he might find a way to use this to develop the faith in the God of Machinery - but he is not!

Even the holy book was given to him on the spot by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, so that he could carry it with him just to make up the numbers.

Are you afraid of being found out?
Just kidding, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. Who dares to question a bishop whose body parts are more expensive than all the clothes on his body? I am tired of living!
Even though they thought he didn't look like a bishop, no one wanted to bring trouble by questioning him.

After all, this is almost equivalent to indirectly questioning the piety of a bishop. If pushed to the limit, it can even be taken to court. Of course, no one would want to get into trouble.

Soon after sending everyone away, Jules fell into deep thought.

Come to think of it, he had sent out the signal for a few days, so why was there still no response from the Anti-Suppression Bureau?
It is impossible for the centipede to be so slow given its style of doing things.

The ceremony he set up to collect information feedback from the Anti-Suppression Bureau also remained silent.

At this moment, Lolita suddenly walked up to him, her beautiful nose twitched, and she asked in confusion:
"Uncle, why do I feel that the pleasant smell in the air here is getting stronger?"

Yule raised his eyebrows:

"On me?"

"Do not."

Lolita raised her head and pointed in the direction of the coast.

"There."

(End of this chapter)