My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 106: Sons of the Father (6k)

Yule rubbed his eyes to make sure he was awake.

He ignored Lolita in front of him, stood up and walked straight out.

A scene completely different from what he had seen not long ago came into view, causing his eyes to twitch.

"Why are you here?" he turned and asked.

"...I want to know too." Lolita looked innocent.

Yule carefully looked at Lolita in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Have you encountered anything strange recently?"

"Strange thing... It seems nothing, I just felt very sleepy for no apparent reason, so I went to sleep, and then inexplicably came here." Lolita muttered.

After she finished speaking, she raised her head, her eyes sparkling with stars:

"I see. Since he came in after I fell asleep, it must have been a dream! How did Uncle Jules come into my dream?"

Jules said nothing, but just tapped her forehead.

"Ouch, what are you doing!" Lolita covered her head and stepped back, her eyes full of vigilance.

"It keeps you on guard against the outside world!"

Jules shook his head and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Stay here for a while and don't run around. I'll go out and see what's going on."

He could vaguely hear the noise outside.

Based on the clues and previous experience, he understood that he should still be playing the role of the "priest" from before.

Soon, Jules walked to the church hall. He did not see any believers, but only saw a group of priests from the Steam Church packing their luggage in silence.

When everyone saw Jules coming, they saluted and Jules nodded in greeting.

Taking this opportunity, he casually glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall not far away.

"It seems that the timeline has been pushed back a bit." Seeing this, his eyes flickered slightly.

If this is the case, is it possible that this fragment of the Sixth History can also advance to his current historical progress?
Just as he was thinking about this, a priest's farewell voice sounded:

"Father, we are about to leave. Please take care of yourself here."

Jules slowly turned his head.

"Take care along the way."

The priests looked gloomy, sad, or helpless.

Unlike these priests, Alan's father, the priest, did not stand with the others. Instead, he sighed and said goodbye to everyone one by one.

The current timeline should be that the Church of Dagon has gained complete dominance in Innsmouth and the headquarters has ordered the withdrawal of the members of the Steam Church.

"I really don't understand why the bishops made such a decision..." Someone sighed repeatedly, his expression full of indignation.

"Who knows? Maybe they think the ignorant people here are beyond help, so they just let the pagans run wild!"

"No, no, no, don't say that..."

"What's the big deal? Look at those high-ranking bishops. When have they ever cared about the believers? They all rely on us to spread God's teachings! I submitted the factory application six months ago, and there's still no sign of it!"

For a moment, the Steam Church was in chaos.

Jules stood in the middle of the hall, his eyes sweeping over the messy group of priests.

The air was filled with the same fishy smell that it always had all year round, but now it also had a hint of sweat and fire.

Several suitcases were piled casually on the ground, with their lids half open, revealing a corner of worn clothes, and their owners were hesitating whether to take a certain old piece of clothing away.

The steam clock on the wall ticked steadily forward. The ticking sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the noise.

"Father, are you really not leaving?" At this moment, a young priest suddenly squeezed in front of Jules, his forehead covered with sweat, and his tone was urgent.

Jules shook his head without changing his expression, and said in a calm voice:
"I still have things to do."

The young priest was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just sighed, turned around and dragged his luggage away.

Alan's father came over, his originally resolute face now looked extremely tired, as if he had aged many years in such a short period of time.

He whispered:

"Father, this place is beyond saving. The Dagon Church burned down the factory in the town center yesterday, and the bishops dared not even say a word. What can you do if you stay?"

Jules glanced at him, made no reply, and patted his shoulder:

“Someone has to stay.”

Seeing this, Alan's father sighed, turned and left, his figure slightly hunched.

"Since you insist on doing this, I won't say much, but I will stay here and stick with you."

In the cold morning wind, the figures of the priests gradually walked away.

The noise faded away, leaving only the empty hall and the frozen calendar on the wall.

After everyone had left and he was the only one left in the church, Jules turned around and walked towards the corner where Lolita was.

When I pushed open the door, she was sitting on a chair, her legs swinging back and forth, holding a piece of bread that she had gotten from somewhere and chewing it with relish.

"Uncle, what's going on outside?" she asked, her mouth full of bread, her voice muffled.

"It's a mess, you better be careful." Jules answered briefly and sat down against the door frame.

He rubbed his brows and quickly sorted out his thoughts.

Lolita swallowed the bread and tilted her head to look at him: "What should we do then?"

Yule frowned:

"I'm not worried myself, but you..."

He looked at Lolita and shook his head:

"What if you can't get out?"

Lolita blinked and said:
"It's okay. It's almost the same here as outside, and Uncle Jules is next to me."

Hearing this answer, Jules was stunned and said with a wry smile:
"But what if I'm not here anymore, leaving you all alone?"

Lolita lowered her head when she heard that, and her kicking legs slowly stopped.

"I have no idea……"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and her tone was full of confusion.

Seeing Lolita like this, Jules felt a headache.

How did Lolita get into this fragment of the Sixth History? Is she the real person? Or is she just a consciousness in a dream?

But no matter what, he didn't dare let Lolita die to test how to leave here - if something happened, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"It's probably related to that guy Langchao." Yule couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He estimated that Lolita would probably play some special role here, so Inspur took advantage of this opportunity and directly pushed Lolita in.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the scene in which Lolita dreams of eating her “stomach”.

If we want to eliminate the influence of the Red Cup from the source and completely destroy the ascension ceremony, we may need Lolita's help.

At this moment, he could only pray that this time would be the same as the time he took Lolita into the Titanic debris.

But the previous situation was relatively special. Lolita was directly dragged into the debris by the power of the wave, and her subsequent departure was entirely handled by the wave and had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Inspur directly threw the problem to him!

"...Damn it, I always feel like this guy Langchao seems to be helping me, but he's always up to something bad."

Jules leaned against the door frame, looking at Lolita with a serious look.

The light in the church was a little dim, and only the cold light coming in from the window could barely outline her small figure.

Crumbs fell to the floor at her feet, coated in a thin layer of dust.

In the distance, the sound of the tide could be heard faintly, low and suppressed, as if something was breathing at the bottom of the sea.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Lolita looked up, her voice as soft as the wind.

"I'll take you out any way I want." Yule answered briefly, stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.

He walked to the window and opened it a crack. The fishy smell outside became stronger, mixed with the faint smell of blood.

From this direction, he could vaguely see the sea surface where the Devil Reef was located, but it was so far away that even he could not hear it clearly.

All he could see was dark clouds covering the sky and the fog on the sea rolling even more violently, completely obscuring the direction of the Devil's Reef.

Lolita jumped off the chair, followed him, and tugged at the corner of his clothes:
"Get out? Where?"

Yule looked down at her, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.
"Let's observe first. The people from Dagon's Church are causing trouble everywhere. We need to find the right opportunity."

The sound of the steam clock came into the room, and the ticking sound echoed in the empty church, as if it was the final countdown for all living things here.

"Uncle, the smell from before is stronger again." Lolita wrinkled her nose and whispered.

She stood behind him, staring out the window, as if she could see something through the fog.

Jules nodded and took a deep breath.

“The fishy smell is indeed stronger…”

The smell of fish and blood mixed together, with an unsettling dampness.

But he knew what "taste" Lolita was talking about.

To be exact, it was not a taste, but proof that the ascension ceremony was progressing!
Suddenly, he felt something trembling and making a hoarse and shrill sound.

It sounded somewhat like the strange bell sound he had heard in the underwater city before, but it was also subtly different.

Sensing something moving strangely, Yule's face looked a little strange.

Night Pearl? Why is this thing moving?

With a thought, the night pearl lay quietly in his hand, slightly cold and prickly.

In the dim light at this moment, the surface of the mountain copper glowed faintly, worthy of its name of night pearl.

He picked up the night pearl, placed it to his ear, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from it.

In a trance, Jules seemed to hear the sound of a huge bell.

But it became weaker and weaker, and fell silent at an extremely fast speed.

Then, he remembered the description of this night pearl and his eyes narrowed slightly.

【Orichalcum Night Pearl】

[Quality: Third-level rare item]

[Effect: Under certain moonlight, it will illuminate the route to Ys.] [Introduction: The people of Ys excel at casting but lack art, but they are not discouraged by this, believing, "One day, Ys will be like this." This object is cast from mountain copper and engraved with certain bell sounds that are not allowed by the world.]

At first, he thought that the focus of this night pearl was its effect, and the introduction was just some mysterious "background related".

But now it seems that the truly important thing about this night pearl may very well be something mentioned in the introduction but not mentioned in the effects!
"The sound of the bells... It seems that the strange bells echoing in the underwater city of 'Yadis' are also some kind of imitation of Ys." He thought.

The last time I entered the Sixth History Fragment, I had not yet obtained this night pearl.

At this moment, this night pearl inexplicably "played" the bell by itself, and there must be a reason for it.

According to his guess, it is very likely that there are similar bells ringing in that underwater city, creating a resonance-like effect.

If that's the case, I'd better be more careful about the bells this time...

"What's that in your uncle's hand?" Lolita tried to move her head closer and looked at the mountain copper night-shining pearl in Yule's hand curiously.

He turned around and looked at Lolita, then handed the night pearl to her.

"Lolita, come closer and feel this thing."

Lolita took it, held the beads in her small hands, and immediately frowned:
"It's so cold... It feels like something is moving inside, and there are strange noises coming out. It's very uncomfortable to listen to."

Did it sound uncomfortable? Jules was a little surprised. He had thought Lolita would feel comfortable with the sound of the bell.

"I see. Give it to me then."

After putting away the orichalcum night-shining pearl, he pondered for a while and said:
"Next, just follow me."

Lolita did not question Le's decision at all, and just smiled and replied:

"Okay."

"Huh..." After a while, standing near the coast, feeling the fishy sea breeze, Jules let out a long breath and his expression became much calmer.

In this fragment of the sixth history, he really didn't feel comfortable leaving Lolita alone in the church.

What's more, Langchao definitely didn't send her here to do nothing - after all, she should be able to help him.

Moreover, unless one goes deep into the underwater city beneath the Devil's Reef, there should be no creatures on the ground that can threaten Lolita for the time being.

After all, she is a legitimate transcendent, and the daughter of the waves!

Although Lolita had never fought a serious battle in the past, as the saying goes, one force can break all laws. Her power is so deep that she is probably far ahead of her peers.

Jules took Lolita along the coastline. The fog around them became thicker and thicker, like a thick curtain, isolating them from the outside world.

The sand under my feet was slippery and sticky, and every step felt like sinking into a swamp.

In the distance, the occasional shrill cries of unknown seabirds could be heard, breaking the silence.

The cries echoed in the fog, adding a touch of eeriness.

"Uncle, I'm a little scared."

Lolita clutched the corner of Jules's clothes tightly, her voice trembling slightly.

Jules patted her shoulder gently.

"Don't be afraid, uncle will take you to enjoy the feeling of being admired."

"The feeling of being admired?" Lolita was a little confused and didn't understand what Jules was talking about.

Jules did not answer, but just looked at the Dagon Church not far away, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Before exploring the underwater city, he wanted to see what changes had taken place inside the Cathedral of Dagon. Perhaps this would help him perceive the shift in power and observe how the Red Cup gradually eroded the Black Skeleton and swallowed up the remains of the waves.

……

boom!
Jules kicked open the rusty iron door of the church, leaving a deep dent.

The group of Dagon believers inside came here because of the reputation, and when they saw this scene, they all looked unfriendly.

"Who are you? This is the Father's church. Being so arrogant is a crime of disrespect!"

The bishop wearing a gorgeous golden crown on the pulpit in the center of the church also looked over.

However, the bishop at this moment had not yet changed into - or perhaps he had not yet become - the terrifying appearance that Jules had in his mind. Compared with the ordinary Innsmouth people, he just looked a little more scary, but overall, his face was still a human one.

Jules sneered:
"I came here just to prove that you are worshipping the wrong god."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole church was in an uproar.

"This man has gone crazy."

"It looks like this guy is from out of town? Tsk, he's so ignorant... I just feel sorry for the little girl next to him."

"Hehe, that little girl looks quite pretty. We can't stop this outsider from committing suicide, but this little girl can..."

Before the obscene words were finished, the speaker fell backward with a smile on his face.

A blood hole as thick as a little finger appeared on his forehead at some point, going straight through his head.

The originally densely packed crowd of Dagon believers suddenly dispersed, their faces filled with either fear or anger.
"Outsider, do you think you're the only one who knows those witchcrafts? We are under the protection of the Father God and have no fear of you!"

In stark contrast to the violent reactions of the crowd was the bishop.

He stared at Jules with an expression of extreme anger on his face.

However, his body's violent trembling due to fear betrayed him, and he even subconsciously took a step back when the man died at the beginning.

The bishop swallowed his saliva and was about to say something when Jules spoke leisurely:
"Your faith has been tampered with."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a royal bomb, and the entire church became silent in an instant.

But after the extreme silence, there is the most boiling anger:
"Impossible! Our faith in the Father God has never wavered, and the Father God has protected His people for decades. Stop spreading lies and misleading people. Our devout faith will never be shaken by a few words from you!"

"Heh..." Yule smiled faintly, "Yes, your faith in the Father God is indeed devout and unquestionable."

"But what if your faith in the true Father God was 'stolen' by another god?"

This sentence was obviously more lethal than before, and many people even had a hint of hesitation on their faces.

Obviously, they had not completely lost their minds or conscience at this moment, and knew about the changes that had taken place in the Dagon Church not long ago.

Taking this opportunity, Jules shouted:

"Everyone, look! This little girl next to me is the only living offspring of your true Father God, Dagon!"

The church was in an uproar, with believers whispering to each other, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Lolita widened her eyes and looked at Jules in disbelief, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly said such a thing.

"You bullshit!"

The bishop shouted at the top of his lungs:
"How could the Father God have such a human-looking offspring? You are blaspheming the gods!"

His voice echoed in the church, a bit hysterical.

Jules raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and ignored the bishop's shouting.

He turned sideways, brought Lolita to his front, and said softly:

"Whether it's true or not, won't we know after verifying it?
Her blood carries the purest and most original power of the Father God. If we just find a sufficiently respected and established elder believer and compare her blood with the 'holy water' shed during the ritual, wouldn't we be able to tell the difference? "

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and no one dared to speak for a moment.

The bishop's face turned pale and blue, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He forced himself to remain calm and stared at Jules fiercely:

"You, your suggestion is absurd! It's impossible for the Father God to give birth to a child, let alone one that looks like this!"

But a few people in the crowd began to whisper, with a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

"How about... give it a try? What if this is true?"

An old voice sounded in the corner, trembling a little.

Jules was not in a hurry. His fingernails became extremely sharp in an instant and he gently scratched Lolita's fingertips in front of her astonished eyes.

The blood beads that oozed out were bright red and even had a hint of blue light, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim church.

Lolita hissed in pain and looked at Jules aggrievedly, but seeing his serious face, she could only bear it.

"Don't do this next time, it hurts..." she whispered.

"Who will fetch the 'holy water'?" Jules asked loudly.

The crowd became restless again.

Finally, an old believer with a hunched body walked out slowly, holding an ancient copper bowl in his hand, which was filled with "holy water" emitting a strange luster.

The texture was as thick as asphalt and emitted a fishy smell, but everyone around him, including him, had expressions of piety towards the bowl of "holy water" in front of them.

The old believer's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes moved back and forth between Lolita's blood and the "holy water".

Jules looked at the bowl of holy water in front of him and felt a little nervous.

He could only conclude that there must be some similarities between Lolita's blood and the "holy water", or that there would be a reaction. As for what the result would be, he had no way of judging.

However, this was just a backup plan. If it didn't make sense in the end, he could also make these Dagon believers understand one thing -

If you don't listen to reason, I know a little bit about fighting.

The blood drop from Lolita's fingertips quietly fell into the copper bowl.

As soon as the blood bead came into contact with the "holy water", a strange light instantly appeared.

The originally calm "holy water" began to churn violently, making a gurgling sound, like boiling water.

A pungent smell filled the air and some people couldn't help but cover their noses.

"This...what's going on?" There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

The bishop's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. He looked at the copper bowl in horror, his lips trembling, but he couldn't speak.

Lolita's blood quickly spread in the "holy water".

Wherever it went, the strange luster of the "holy water" gradually faded, replaced by a soft, dark blue light with mysterious power.

Outside the church, a strong wind suddenly blew, causing the church doors and windows to rattle.

Mist rose from the clear and transparent "holy water", enveloping everyone in the church, and everything became like a dream.

At this time, under the cover of fog, Lolita's body also emitted a faint glow, which echoed the light in the copper bowl, making her look like a god descending to the earth.

The old believer's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and he knelt on the ground, crying:
“Father God, it’s really you…”

The people around had flickering eyes and different thoughts.

And for some people, a bad guess gradually emerged in their minds.

If this little girl before me is the Father God's true "offspring," his spokesperson...

So who are they worshipping these days?

(End of this chapter)