Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 663 Lord of the Worms (Second Update)

The minor tremors were intermittent. According to intelligence transmitted via mobile phone and satellite survey results, the epicenter was not too far from Yarmouth. Salomon abandoned the car door, hurriedly said goodbye to the priest, and pulled Wanda towards the epicenter. Before leaving, he quickly instructed the priest to organize the residents to take refuge in sufficiently spacious reinforced concrete buildings that could withstand earthquakes. Although the priest was very flustered, he immediately agreed to contact the First Universal Church (Eastern Orthodox Church), the First Diocese Congregational Church, the First Baptist Church, Sacred Heart Catholic Church, the Royal Baptist Church, Cousins ​​Island Church, and the local police to evacuate the community's believers to the nearest shelter. At the same time, towns near the epicenter, such as Baldwin, Freeport, Harpsville, and Scarborough, also received official earthquake warnings.

Salomon floored the accelerator, speeding along Gilman Road towards Cousins ​​Island. The three Sky Carriers that had recently joined forces also changed direction, heading towards Casco Bay on the East Coast. Many mediums with some spiritual abilities living along the American East Coast, in a trance, saw blood-red sunlight filling the sky, a giant black moon obscuring the sun, the crimson halo so thick it seemed to drip blood. Those mediums who couldn't resist the darkness went mad in an instant, using any tool at hand to commit suicide, or, if no tool was available, slamming their heads against anything hard nearby. Later autopsies revealed that these mediums were already dead before their suicides—their brains had been melted into a paste, as if someone had stuck a spoon into their skulls and stirred it violently. All the cats in the town let out a mournful howl in unison. Wanda and Salomon were also affected to varying degrees, except that the witch was sitting in the back seat, buckled in, eyes closed, chanting a spell. Salomon shook his head, easily shaking off the maddening pollution.

Kasirius and all the arcane mages aboard the sky carrier felt a magical shock as intense as the winter solstice.

The earthquake lasted three to four minutes, and fortunately, it did not damage the bridge built in 1955. At the southern tip of Cousins ​​Island lies a fuel-fired power plant capable of generating up to 823 megawatts of electricity. This peak-capacity plant was operating at the time, but the previous earthquake still had a significant impact, causing a power outage in the Yarmouth area. The entire town was now dark, with only scattered car headlights and the beams of powerful flashlights piercing the darkness. Evacuating and guiding the crowd in such conditions was extremely difficult, but Salomon had no time to think about that. He turned on his high beams, honked his horn incessantly, and drove his Jeep past an empty music repair shop, reaching the Little John Island Conservation Area from Talbot Road in three minutes.

Across from the island is a private golf club and a four-star hotel. There's no bridge between Little John Island and Chebig Island; all travel relies on the Cousins ​​Island ferry, which is notoriously inefficient. Adding to the problem, the earthquake forced ferry workers to flee their workplaces, making it impossible for Salomon to transport vehicles to Chebig Island.

Even if the staff were still there, they wouldn't agree to sail, much less sail beyond the archipelago, because the waves there are strong enough to capsize even the heaviest ferries. The epicenter was located at sea, among dozens of small islands before entering the Gulf of Casco, and was still moving outwards. The epicenter was last seen in the sea east of the Midway Rock Lighthouse, a location that couldn't be reached directly even with a portal, as they couldn't establish a foothold on the sea.

"get off."

"You don't want the car anymore?"

"Stop here. Let it be an insult to the oath I swore." The sorcerer led Wanda to the shore. The next few seconds were unforgettable for Wanda, as the sorcerer displayed spellcasting skills and magical prowess. She saw Salomon stretch out his foot and step onto the rolling sea, a thin layer of ice forming between the water and the sole of his shoe.

Immediately, the ice surface expanded and thickened, as magical power began to shape the seawater. Compared to releasing flames and electricity, or making heavy objects float, Salomon's actions at this moment could be described as making magic submit to his fingertips. When his feet touched the sea, the ice ship, large enough to carry five people, had taken shape. A few seconds later, ice sails with beautiful vine patterns grew from the mast, and the vine and rose patterns even extended to the hull, making the ship look delicate, light, and crystal clear, like a work of art. The waves continued to push against the shore, but the ice ship remained motionless, sailing steadily even in the increasingly fierce winds and churning, dark waves.

"Just how many kinds of magic do you know?"

"Fourteen hundred kinds, my apprentices."

At Salomon's command, Wanda summoned a gust of wind that propelled the iceship through a portal that cleaved through the sea, directly to its destination. The lighthouse sat atop a barren rocky ledge in Casco Bay, Maine. The entire island consisted of only the 76-foot-high lighthouse; outbuildings such as the dock had been blown away in the last storm, leaving only rotting planks and a pier covered in seabird droppings. Unless absolutely necessary, no one thought of this place; all necessities had to be delivered regularly by the townspeople.

The lighthouse's light has gone out, and the closer you get to the island, the more reefs you'll find.

Wanda didn't know how Salomon planned to avoid the reefs, but in such fierce winds and waves, even magic couldn't completely control the small boat. Just one untimely gust of wind, and her and the sorcerer's boat would crash into the rocks. Salomon took off his suit jacket, put his holy robes back on, and lit a dazzling magical orb atop the icy sails.

The sea became his most powerful tool. Instead of landing at the dock, he used magic to control the waves, lifting the small boat over reefs and high ledges, and hurling it onto the barren island. The rocking of the boat caused Wanda to stumble and fall into the hard cabin. Such spellcasting skills and magical techniques no longer surprised Wanda; the only thing that struck her as odd was the stench emanating from the island, a stench that even the fiercest winds couldn't dispel. As she got up and followed the sorcerer off the boat, stepping onto the bare ledges, she felt something sticky under her feet.

The magical orb illuminated the soles of her feet, and the sight before her nearly made her faint—laying on the ground were over a dozen pale, shriveled corpses, dressed in tattered, old clothing. Their wet bodies were covered in grayish-white slime and worms, the stench of decay mingling with the stench of seawater, making it seem as if these monsters had crawled out of the ocean. These were vampires, and Wanda wondered what kind of person could kill so many vampires.

The fate of the lighthouse keeper is not optimistic.

"James Boone, this is the final blood sacrifice. You disgusting old dog." Salomon politely resisted the urge to spit. He waved his hand, and two visible bubbles enveloped their heads to ward off the stench and poisonous gas. Wanda didn't know how much magic Salomon could still produce, because every spell he cast seemed to solve the immediate problem. With the arcane mage's gesture, magical orbs lit up one after another, their unparalleled power illuminating the island shrouded in darkness. The appearance of the array of orbs angered some who didn't want to see the light. A figure in a black robe stood atop a distant lighthouse, snorting angrily.

Wanda whispered the incantation, enhancing her vision to see the person's face clearly. She immediately regretted her rash action, for she saw a face that would appear in her nightmares in the future—a cursed face! Aged, wrinkled skin clung damply to the face, and the wet eyes were red and inflamed, constantly secreting a translucent yellow liquid. Disgusting canine teeth were embedded in thin, black lips.

"How dare you!" The vampire's voice was as slippery as a nightmare, as cold as a venomous snake, like a wisp of poisonous smoke drifting from its throat. Even from a great distance, the vampire's voice pierced through the howling wind, reaching their ears precisely. No, this wasn't sound, but telepathy! The vampire's filthy tendrils of thought had reached out unseen!

It whimpered like a beaten dog, its face covered in blisters.

"How dare you interrupt my sacrifice to the All-Knowing God! How dare you lay a hand on someone as devout as me!" Perhaps provoked by a counterattack, the vampire abandoned its previous method of communication. It roared like a mad dog, its foul saliva dripping uncontrollably as it spoke. The island began to tremble. "Soon you will witness the All-Knowing God! The Nameless God! His devout servant, the worm that has transcended the boundaries of space! The demon that devours planets! The great All-Knowing God will receive sacrifices at the service of His devout servants! Lowly human magicians, rejoice! You will rejoice at witnessing the miracles of the worms! You will watch your own entrails spill out and let out a ecstatic cry! Great Yog-Sothoth, your servant will offer you sweet souls!"

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