My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 117 Leading Away Alone
The carriage stopped at the edge of the harbor. Before the dust settled, the sea breeze, carrying the smell of blood, blew in.

Jules jumped out of the car and looked across the chaotic port - corpses piled up and screams were heard one after another.

The sea water was eerily quiet, dyed scarlet by the blood.

Matilda staggered out of the car, staring at the silent sea with her eyes and a frown on her face.

After a while, Jules also finished inspecting the situation of the port.

"No boat can leave. The Blood Cup Cult leader seems to be defending very tightly." His voice was a little low.

Several small boats were tilted on the shore, their hulls broken, as if torn apart by some crazy force.

Matilda turned her eyes away from the sea and said calmly:
"I'm afraid the situation is a little worse than you think."

“How come you see?”

"The lockdown in Ireland has begun."

Matilda slowly raised her head and glanced around:

"I was actually a little puzzled before. Why could so many people be distorted by the cup's influence in such a short period of time? Now it seems that the famine ritual may have taken effect."

Hearing this, Yule took a deep breath and said:

"It seems that we have even less time left."

Matilda did not answer, but just stroked the armrest beside her, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she coughed and her breath became weaker.

"He is spying on your escaping 'desire'."

Hearing this, Yule looked towards the boundless sea level, pondered for a while, and said:

"If we cross the sea directly in our physical bodies, are there risks?"

If there is no boat available, I'm afraid this method is the only one I can consider, after all, there is no land connection between London and the island of Ireland.

Since he carries the heart of the waves, his physical body is not necessarily slower than that of a boat.

Matilda thought for a moment and said:
"If you can bear it, you can try it."

She took out a compass covered with blood from her bosom and fiddled with the needle on it casually.

The pointer began to move slowly. Jules couldn't understand it, but he could see that Matilda's expression became more solemn.

"My father is getting closer."

Jules was silent for a moment, then said:
"If he finds us, can you handle it?"

Matilda put away the compass and shook her head slightly:

"Unless I use that trump card, there's nothing I can do but save my own life."

The sound of wind and rain suddenly began to rustle.

Raindrops fell on Jules' face. He stretched out his hand to catch a few drops of rain, and at the same time, he said seriously:

"Can you tell me what that trump card is?"

Matilda hesitated for a while, and seeing Jules's determined expression, she finally sighed and took out an ordinary cross from her arms.

If there is anything unusual, it is that when raindrops hit this wooden cross, they instantly condense into frost.

"Use this cross to pierce your own heart, and the ceremony arranged in advance will officially begin."

Matilda stroked the cross and said in a cold voice:

"By then, the powerful force brought by death will be enough to tear apart all obstacles."

"Will he definitely die?"

"Unless you have an extremely strong heart."

Having said that, she suddenly glanced at Jules's heart subconsciously.

Feeling Matilda's gaze, Jules took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and said:
"Give me the cross, and perhaps I can get through it."

Matilda did not immediately agree to Jules's request, but stared at him and said sternly:

"When I say survive, it's just a possibility, and the probability is extremely small."

Yule curled his lips and said indifferently:
"It's better than being caught by the Blood Cup Cult Leader and dying in torture, right?"

Matilda was silent for a while, and finally, she gently handed the cross to Jules.

"I hope you don't have to use it."

When you first start to feel it, it feels colder than ice.

It was so cold that Jules had the illusion that it was burning.

But he just put it away without changing his expression and said:
"Let's first try to see if we can cross the sea in our physical body."

The sea was extremely calm, so quiet that it was eerie. Not even a seabird or a fish could be seen.

Apart from the sound of raindrops falling and water splashing, there was no other movement.

Even though Jules felt something was wrong, he had no choice but to go ahead with it - he couldn't just wait to die, right?

The water rolled around him, pushing him forward like a living thing.

Matilda walked on the sea, the sea surface under her feet was frozen, and she squinted her eyes and looked into the distance.

The fog was so thick that I couldn't see the end.

She looked at it for a while, then suddenly frowned and looked down at the compass.

What she saw made her face change instantly - the pointer was shaking wildly and almost exploded.

"Go back to shore, it's a trap!" Her voice suddenly rose.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea surface changed suddenly.

The sea water suddenly turned scarlet, and the current surged violently. The waves were several meters high and hit Matilda hard.

While Jules was swimming under the water, he felt a strange suction coming from the bottom of the water, pulling him down.

"Damn..."

He heard Matilda's words and saw such a strange situation. He no longer hesitated and swam back like the wind.

Despite this, the scarlet water did not seem to intend to let them go.

Now Jules finally understood why he could not see a single seabird or fish - because they had all died long ago and their bodies had sunk into the sea.

But at this moment, those corpses that were torn to pieces had "resurrected" and turned into zombies, rushing towards him in a strange way.

He could even see a light called "hunger" in the eyes of these dead fish.

"roll!"

After being surrounded by a group of monsters, Yule did not hesitate. He imitated the action he had taken to kill the Deep Diver before, cutting a hideous wound on his arm and directly tearing a path with the sharp blade transformed from blood.

However, more twisted fish monsters are approaching.

Among them, he not only saw the small fish, but even saw the shark that he had seen in the sixth history fragment of "The Old Man and the Sea"!
Even that shark might be a bit bigger than what we saw in the fragments!

"Hurry up!" Jules gritted his teeth and roared, kicking his legs hard, floating to the surface and rushing towards the shore.

Behind him, the giant shark broke out of the water, its teeth jagged in its mouth and its eyes flashing with hunger.

It suddenly accelerated and bit towards Jules at a terrifying speed!

That bloody mouth left no room for doubt. If he was bitten, even with his strong physique, he would definitely be broken into two in an instant!

Yule suddenly turned sideways to avoid the bite, and at the same time the suspended blood blade pierced the shark's eyes.

Scarlet blood gushed out, staining his vision red.

The shark felt pain and swung its tail.

Jules was caught off guard and was hit in the chest. He flew out of the water and fell on the ice next to Matilda.

The ice crackled and the two men fell into the sea at the same time.

Underwater, more zombies gathered around.

The school of fish frantically bit all the flesh and blood they saw, even their own.

The sharks, like those seen in "The Old Man and the Sea", rushed forward fearlessly, with madness in their eyes.

Jules held Matilda's arm tightly, and the Heart of the Wave beat wildly, providing energy to his body.

He dragged her and swam hard towards the shore.

Matilda originally wanted to make some move, but when she saw that Jules' speed was even faster than hers, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She simply stopped struggling and let Jules drag her to the shore.

"This shouldn't just be due to the sealing ceremony; my father must have been behind it." She didn't speak, but her words reached Jules' mind. Jules' eyes flickered, but he didn't answer, simply thinking about the danger he was about to face.

After a while, he spoke in a low voice:
"Did he find us?"

"Obviously, so better get out of here as soon as possible."

After a while, Jules finally dragged Matilda ashore.

The damp and cold sand stuck to my body, and with the cross in my arms, it was freezing cold.

In the distance, the sea was churning and the scarlet waves were hitting the broken pier, as if mocking their escape.

Matilda stood up panting, the compass needle in her hand still trembling violently, almost breaking.

She squinted her eyes and looked in one direction, whispering:
"He's coming, let's go."

……

It was late at night.

Jules leaned against a big tree with a newly lit bonfire in front of him.

He stuffed the freshly grilled meat into his mouth and said casually:

"Do you think we can still leave?"

Matilda sat opposite him, her breath even weaker.

What made Yule even more worried was that her legs seemed to be even more unable to bear the weight than at the beginning. The blood scabs were cracking layer by layer, and foamy blood was flowing out from time to time.

Despite this, her tone remained calm:
"Maybe not, but that's no reason to give up."

Jules was silent for a while and said:

"How much longer can your legs hold out?"

Matilda pursed her lips and said softly:

"No more than a day."

Hearing this, Yule couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"The Blood Cup Cult Leader has found us twice today, and each time we escaped through extremely dangerous situations. There's no hope for us to leave here together."

"If you stay, you will die too. Rather than both of us dying together, it's better for only me to die."

He stared at Matilda and said:

"If my guess is correct, the reason we kept failing to leave today is because the Blood Cup Cult Leader found you based on my location, and you were implicated by me, right?"

Matilda lowered her head and did not answer, obviously agreeing.

After a while, she raised her head slightly, her expression showing no emotion.

"I came here to save you from him. If you do this, then what's the point of my trip?"

Jules grinned and said:

"Don't worry, I won't die in his hands—don't you have that ritual?"

Matilda shook her head and said hoarsely:

"No, it's still too risky. I won't let you do it. I can't stand being a deserter while my companions are fighting for their lives."

Her eyes were very determined, and it was obvious that she didn't want to give in at all.

Seeing Matilda like this, Jules was even a little dazed for a moment.

"You are not in a condition to work with me. I will only be a burden to you." He took a deep breath and analyzed calmly.

After that, he stared into Matilda's eyes and said sincerely:

"Can you grant me a request?"

Matilda raised her eyebrows and said:

"Go ahead." She instinctively felt that Jules' words were like "entrusting his orphan to someone else."

"Help me find the little girl next to me. Her name is Lolita."

Hearing this, Matilda fell silent, and after a while she said:
"how about you?"

"Me? I'm naturally going to distract the Blood Cup Cult Leader."

Jules recalled what he had discovered before about the place where Lolita might be, and told Matilda about it in detail.

The latter listened quietly to Jules' words, and fell into deep thought from time to time.

After a while, when Jules had finished speaking, he finally saw Matilda in front of him chuckle:
"I understand...I'll find a way to take her away."

"Then trouble you."

Jules slowly stood up and walked into the darkness.

After taking only two steps, he suddenly paused and said calmly:

"If you can still find my body, please collect it for me."

Matilda slowly stood up, said nothing, and just followed behind Jules, limping along.

The blood flowing from her legs spread all the way into the dark distance.

……

The next day, early morning.

At daybreak, Jules arrived at this familiar place—

Innsmouth.

Breathing the familiar fishy sea breeze, he even felt a sense of familiarity.

This place may be twisted, corrupt, or weird, but the people living here are so vivid.

He had returned to Innsmouth for a reason.

Although according to Matilda, the ritual's response range is large enough to cover the entire island of Ireland, the ritual base is located near Innsmouth, so it can only unleash its most powerful power here.

Of course, he did not enter it, but kept a just right distance from Innsmouth so as not to implicate the residents there and Matilda who had sneaked in.

If nothing unexpected happened, Matilda should be in Innsmouth at this moment.

Jules withdrew his gaze and looked at the cold cross in his hand.

The Legacy of the Martyrs

[Quality: Fifth-level rare item]

[Effect: The key to unlock the "Sad Ending" ritual. Insert it into the heart to use.]

【Introduction: If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.】

The poignant ending ceremony...

He closed his eyes and imagined the introduction of the ceremony in his mind.

Unfortunately, I was not at the ceremony, so I could not see the introduction of the ceremony.

To prevent it from being destroyed, the ritual itself was hidden by Matilda.

Therefore, the effect can only be seen when the ritual is triggered.

"I hope the ending will be beautiful and not sad." Jules chuckled, lay on the beach, and gazed into the distance leisurely.

He could already see that some of the living things around him were beginning to distort.

The frog that was originally tracking the small flying insect suddenly grew teeth and bit its companion fiercely. However, the companion did not scream or cry out even though half of its head was bitten off. It just continued to jump on the ground.

Judging from this appearance, the Blood Cup Cult Leader is almost here...

Jules lay on the sand, holding the cross tightly in his hand, and the cold touch pierced his palm.

He looked at the twisted frog in the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his eyes became cold.

The sky was gloomy and the dark clouds almost crushed the dome.

Not far away, the outline of Innsmouth town was faintly visible in the fog.

There was an air of unease in the air. The little bugs on the beach stopped struggling and fell over stiffly, as if strangled by an invisible force.

Seeing this, Yule smiled faintly:
"Are you coming?"

There was no verbal response, only the flesh buds that surged up from his body in response.

(End of this chapter)