My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 115 The Blood Cup Leader Arrives
After talking with Santiago for a while, Jules had a hunch that Lolita was probably under the present-day Devil's Reef.

After saying goodbye, he quietly dived into the water alone and swam towards the Devil's Reef.

The sea water grew colder and colder, and his heart gradually felt as if it was being weighed down by something, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, he stopped not far from Devil's Reef.

The pressure was becoming more and more terrifying, and he had no doubt that if he approached rashly, he would explode.

"Is this the reason why the ascension ceremony has come to an end..." After repeated attempts, Yule finally gave up.

With his strength, he couldn't even get close, let alone go in to look for Lolita.

"Damn waves..." He gritted his teeth, feeling extremely angry.

But at this moment, no matter how angry you are, it will be of no use. The most urgent thing is to find a way to make up for it.

He stood at the dock and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Dagon Church.

……

Standing in front of the altar in the basement of the church, Jules took a deep breath and his eyes became increasingly serious.

He wanted to pray to the waves—but not to pray for anything, but to ask where on earth He had thrown Lolita!

Even if it is most likely under Devil's Reef, what if it is somewhere else?
A dim blue light enveloped the entire space, and some water droplets seeped out of the wall again.

He stared at the dark fish skeleton, hoping to hear even his own echo from it.

However, his hopes were dashed once again.

The Inspur seemed to be completely dead, without any response at all.

"Don't want to answer? Or, can't hear it?" Yule thought about it and felt that the latter was the most likely possibility.

Logically speaking, Lolita is also the son of God of the Wave, and there is no reason to give her to the opponent like this. It is more likely that due to the double obstruction of the ascension ceremony and the historical barrier, the Wave cannot hear his voice at all.

The strange phenomenon just now might just be an automatic response from the remaining wave power in this world.

Of course, if the first possibility is true, then Inspur’s attitude becomes even more intriguing.

"I hope it's the second possibility..." Yule sighed and left the basement depressed.

At this moment, his identity as a messenger of God was attracting a lot of attention, and the depressed expression on his face aroused the curiosity of the believers around him.

"My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

He looked at the believers around him, including men, women, young and old, and seemed to be about to say something, but stopped himself.

You can't say your god's signal is bad or refuses to answer the call, right?

Seeing this, Allen's eyes flickered and he quickly came over and said:

"Master Divine Messenger, please go ahead. We will take care of what you ordered."

The two slowly left the church.

When they stood at the church door, Jules sighed:
"Has there been any progress in the past half day?"

Alan shook his head and said cautiously:

"There are currently no leads."

He thought that Jules, who had shown so much importance before, would be angry after hearing this answer.

Unexpectedly, Yule just pursed his lips and said softly:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he left, leaving Alan standing there in a daze.

……

Matilda walked slowly on the sea, and everything she passed was frozen.

Her expression had been relatively relaxed over the past few days, but today was different.

Her face was rarely filled with a solemn expression.

"I can't sense his location anymore...it seems he's already landed on the island of Ireland."

He, of course, refers to the Blood Cup Cult leader, her father.

She pondered for a while, her eyes looking towards Innsmouth in the distance.

The sunlight shines on the sea, creating ripples, but it cannot hide the faint sense of death.

To outsiders, Innsmouth at this moment is sunny and bright. Even if it is not lively, it is definitely not gloomy.

But Matilda could see the rotten nature underneath.

Under the influence of his father's ascension ceremony, everything here is inevitably heading towards a quiet death. It is only a matter of time.

"What Yule said a few days ago was correct. Although the core formation's momentum in the direction of Devil Reef has grown stronger over the past few days, the entire ritual has indeed weakened a lot."

Her eyes flickered with a hint of wonder.

She knew how powerful her father was.

Apart from the actions of immortal-level beings, there are probably not many in this waking world that can threaten him now.

And the ascension ceremony he had set up at great cost was unshakable!

Even if she took action herself, the best she could do was escape.

However, Jules somehow managed to tear a crack in this ritual, causing its power to continuously drain away.

In order to prevent the ritual from collapsing, the center of the formation automatically retracted its power to maintain the completion of the ritual. The power that blocked this place was also retracted a lot as it became an unnecessary existence, causing it to weaken visibly to the naked eye.

After repeated confirmation, Matilda was finally sure that she was now capable of taking people out through the ascension ceremony.

"Find a way to rescue him first."

She sat cross-legged on the ice, her eyes slightly closed, communicating the ritual with her power of forgetfulness.

As the Winter Transcendent, she is able to make things "forgetful."

What she had to do now was to find a suitable way to make Yule "forget" the ascension ceremony in front of him, so that he could leave smoothly.

To Matilda's surprise, the progress was unexpectedly smooth.

With almost no effort, she successfully found the weak point of the current ritual and infiltrated the power into it.

"So, the trump card is useless?" She lowered her head and thought.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that the originally bright sky suddenly became dark.

She looked up sharply.

I saw a new moon appear in the sky at some point, and it was "swallowing" the sun hanging high in the sky with an unstoppable force.

The sunlight quickly faded, leaving only the bleak moonlight.

Matilda stared at the crescent moon, and for the first time her calm face showed a hint of loss of composure.

Her understanding of mysticism was much deeper than that of Jules, and she knew that unless there was a being at the level of Sichen, it would be impossible to influence the changes of the sun and moon in the world.

In other words, it is just an "illusion" in his own area.

"Father?" she suddenly called softly.

A cold yet crazy laugh rang out:

"My dear daughter, do you miss your daddy? Do you want to come and accompany your mom?"

An amorphous dark red shadow appeared in front of Matilda.

With the appearance of this shadow, the surrounding fish seemed to become countless times hungrier. They stopped swimming and began to devour each other frantically.

Matilda's eyes were cold and she said:

"Unless I die."

Her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

This is not a real disappearance, but the world has temporarily "forgotten" her.

But the Blood Cup Cult Leader simply laughed, stretched out a hand formed from shadows, and gently twisted it in one direction.

Matilda's figure reappeared in an instant, with many horrible flesh buds rolling on her body, as if she wanted to devour herself.

But she just snorted coldly, and all the granulations withered and died, leaving no trace on her pale skin.

Looking at the distorted shadow emitting a powerful oppressive force before her, Matilda simply said calmly:

"You are not the real one."

Her words were very firm, without the slightest hesitation. The Blood Cup Cult Leader was not surprised at all, but only exclaimed in admiration:

"You're getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps one day, we, father and daughter, will reach the pinnacle on opposite paths."

"Unless I die." Matilda still answered.

The Blood Cup Cult Leader felt rather bored, shook his head, and sneered:
"My dear daughter, I don't have time to deal with you this time. I have to deal with the boy who dared to mess with my ritual. Now get out of the way and I will let bygones be bygones."

Matilda slowly stood in front of the Blood Cup Cult Leader and said softly:

"Unless I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding sea surface froze.

Even those marine creatures twisted by desire seemed to be replaced by another tranquility, and their bloodthirsty eyes became calm.

The Blood Cup Cult Leader's smile gradually disappeared, and he said coldly:
"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

The anger in his words almost burst out.

Matilda pulled the corners of her mouth, imitating Jules, and showed a sarcastic smile:

"You're a coward, afraid that Ireland's blockade would implicate you. You only sent a clone. You'll never be able to kill me."

"Then try it."

The waves were surging, and in this unknown place, a battle that would determine the fate of Innsmouth quietly unfolded.

……

At this moment, two days had passed since Jules sent a message to Matilda and began looking for Lolita.

During these two days, he tried countless ways to enter the Devil's Reef, but to no avail.

He was still relatively okay. When he asked the local residents of Innsmouth to try to get close to the Devil Reef, their performance was terrible - they even trembled with fear at the sight of the Devil Reef.

This made Jules very depressed.

He had tried every possible method, but he was at his wit's end.

There has been no progress on Matilda's side - he has been communicating with her frequently during this period, but since there has been no substantial news, these communications are actually meaningless.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Matilda told him that the trump card ceremony had been prepared, and she was now trying to crack the ascension ceremony and take him out.

"wait……"

The sea breeze blew across Innsmouth, bringing a fishy smell through the window cracks.

Jules lay on the bed, a wooden stick in his mouth, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Outside the house, the waves roared, as if mocking his powerlessness.

Suddenly, he noticed that the light outside the window had changed, from golden to pale at an extraordinary speed.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the window and looked at the sky.

At this moment, a pale crescent moon hung high in the sky, swallowing the sun into darkness.

The sunlight faded, and the moonlight shone coldly, making the sea and the streets dead silent.

"Something happened?" Yule frowned and muttered to himself.

Without thinking, he grabbed his coat, pushed the door open and rushed out of the steam church.

At this moment, the scene on the street was a little worse than he had imagined.

The fishermen dropped their fish baskets and started biting each other with red eyes.

The woman held the child in her arms, but she let out a low growl like a wild beast, while the child in her arms struggled and screamed, with greed on his face.

The air was filled with a twisted desire that made it hard to breathe.

This situation felt particularly familiar to Jules - it was the influence of the Cup Rule!

"How could it suddenly become like this..." His expression turned much uglier, and he immediately thought of the worst possibility -

The Blood Cup Leader is here!
Jules knew that he could no longer sit idly by and wait for death.

He quickly set off, heading out of the town.

If the Blood Cup Leader comes, and he still stays in the ascension ceremony, he will be waiting to die. It is better to fight to the death!
Along the way, he also tried to contact Matilda, but to no avail.

This made him feel even more depressed.

Something happened to Matilda too?

Under the moonlight, everyone looked like they had lost their souls, their eyes were empty and fanatical. Some people smashed windows to steal things, while others lay on the ground and chewed on the dirt.

When we were near Dagon Church, suddenly several believers came stumbling over, shouting "Lord Messenger of God".

Yule turned his head and looked at them, his eyebrows slightly raised.

It seems that they are less affected?
Is it because Dagon's faith can resist such influence?

However, just as he was about to ask, those believers seemed to have reached their limit and suddenly fell to the ground and started tearing each other apart.

Although it stopped quickly, it was obvious that there would be a new round of fighting soon.

"Lord God, please save us..." the believers cried.

Yule's eyes darkened, and he turned around and looked in the direction of Dagon Church.

There, candlelight flickered and screams were faintly heard.

He didn't hesitate and rushed over.

Dagon Cathedral isn't far from here, maybe we can go see what's going on.

The boots splashed on the stone slabs, attracting more and more hungry eyes.

There were more and more people on the street, some even rushed towards him, but he kicked them away and they fell to the ground twitching.

When we arrived at the church door, it was half open and the inside was a mess.

Alan fell on the altar, his face covered in blood, the holy book still clutched in his hand.

Several believers surrounded him and tore at his clothes like hungry dogs.

"Alan!"

Jules shouted, rushed over and pulled the believer away.

However, the believer just turned his head and opened his mouth to bite, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Yule frowned and punched him, sending him flying.

After being knocked away, the believer seemed to regain consciousness. He struggled on the ground for a while and said hoarsely:
"My Lord, I'm sorry, I can't control myself..."

Seeing this, he frowned, helped Allen up, and whispered:

"what happened?"

Alan gasped, his voice weak:

"I don't know...When the moon changes, they go crazy...It's like they're controlled by something."

Jules looked up and gazed at the sky through the window.

The new moon is brighter, and the moonlight is freezing cold.

Just by being illuminated by the moonlight, he felt that the blood of the Deep Diver in his body seemed to be awakening, and even the desires in his mind began to distort.

But the heart of the wave beat and quickly extinguished the beginning of this desire.

Jules quickly gave the order:

"Try to keep people out of the moonlight. Before setting off, pray to the Father God and gather those who are still conscious, so as to at least maintain order in this area."

Alan nodded repeatedly. He understood how urgent the situation was.

But Jules did not stay here, but walked quickly towards the exit of Innsmouth.

He knew that the Blood Cup Cult leader must be coming for him. For the purpose of protecting others and himself, it would be safer to leave here!
However, what made him feel depressed was that the sealing power in the ritual had indeed weakened a lot, but it was still more than enough to trap him here to death!

He stroked the scales on the back of his hand, his eyes serious.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, but it was a little hoarse than I remembered:
"Walk……"

Hearing the voice, Jules turned his head sharply.

Just like what I saw a few days ago, a beautiful figure walked out of the darkness.

However, at this moment, Matilda's body was covered with terrible bloodstains, and her breath was extremely weak.

(End of this chapter)