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The local residents were talking quietly.

"There are unusual commotions, banging and scraping noises coming from that dark, windowless spire. Should we call the priest?"

"Yes! Something in there often waits in front of a door, to see if it's dark enough outside to venture forward! I encountered it in a dream!"

"Oh! Let's go find the pastor!"

And these discussions.

Naturally, it was recorded by Blake, which made him feel uneasy and guilty.

"For gazing at [the shining trapezoid]."

"Isn't the Night Demon summoned by me?!"

Blake's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared at the temple in the distance through the telescope.

"I have an obligation to bury that thing!"

"And banish something that was stirred up by letting daylight into that horrible spire.

Blake took a deep breath.

He found that his fantasy had developed to a dangerous level.

And began a morbid longing to return to that cursed tower and gaze once more upon the cosmic secrets contained in that shining stone!

This desire even spread into his dreams!

If this continues.

Maybe he will really go back there again!

The morning of July 17th.

Something in the magazine sent Blake into a state of panic.

It was just another tongue-in-cheek report about the Federal Hill commotion.

But for Blake.

This news was like a bolt from the blue!

He flipped through the magazine in his hand with an extremely ugly look on his face.

"Last night."

"A thunderstorm knocked out the city's lighting for four hours, and during this period of complete darkness, people were driven to the brink of madness by fear."

“Those who live around here.”

"Swear that the thing that lurks in the steeple took advantage of the streetlights going out to get into the church."

"It crashed back up the tower and there was a sound of breaking glass."

"It can reach wherever darkness touches, but light will always drive it away."

Blake watched the words.

He frowned as he read the following text.

When the current is restored.

There was talk of a frightening commotion in the Tower.

Something crashed and slid into the dark spire.

During that dark time, people gathered at the church to pray in the heavy rain, lighting candles and oil lamps protected by origami and umbrellas.

Forming a barrier of light.

Separating the city from the nightmare lurking in the darkness.

Those closest to the church claimed that at one point during this time the church's outer doors would rattle eerily.

But even so, it's not the worst thing.

That evening.

Black read what the reporters had found in the Gazette, where two of the journalists scoffed at the frenzied behavior of the local Italians.

After finding they couldn't open the main door, they climbed into the church through the cellar window.

These guys... are simply courting death!

And what made Blake's fear rise was.

"These people, talking about the seven-sided stone pillar, the overturned Gothic bench, and the strange stucco painting."

"But there was no mention of the metal box and the broken and mutilated skeleton."

Blake felt a little uneasy.

Except for the stains, burn marks and strange smell.

That last detail explained the sound of shattering glass. Every pointed window in the tower had been shattered, and something had taken advantage of that moment to move.

Used stained benches with horsehair cushions.

Tucked between the tilted shutters that sit outside the two windows.

The two windows were completely blocked.

When someone was trying to transform the tower into a completely shielded and absolutely dark space, something interrupted their plan.

after that.

A reporter climbed the stairs and pushed open a horizontal sliding door, casting a weak flashlight into the dark space filled with a strange stench.

However, the two reporters only saw darkness.

And some strange assortment of junk scattered around the entrance.

Of course, they decided it was all a hoax.

"Someone is playing a trick on the superstitious folk who live on the hills, or some fanatic is using their fears to achieve his own ends."

"Perhaps, perhaps some of the younger, more sophisticated residents,"

"It was an elaborate prank played on the outside world."

"These people... simply don't know what they're dealing with!"

Blake took a deep, sharp breath.

His inner fear and neurotic anxiety began to rise.

He mentally condemned himself for doing nothing.

If a power outage happens next... the consequences will be unimaginable!

Next

[“Boom!”]

During the thunderstorm, Black called the electric company three times, desperately asking for preventive power outages in an almost frantic tone.

He thinks so

There exists some unholy connection between my mind and the terrifying monster lurking in the distant spire.

Because of his reckless behavior

[The terrifying creatures of this dark night will be summoned by him from the ultimate void]

He always seemed to feel that his will was being pulled by some force.

Until the evening of the 30th

[He...finally saw and arrived at that dark abyss!]

This time, we will witness the true leader of the demons, the primordial darkness, testing the limits of human will.

Chapter 166 Azathoth will end! The new world is coming! (Subscribe!)

now.

In the live broadcast room.

They saw Blake in an almost completely dark space.

"This is where?!"

Blake was filled with panic.

All he could see was a short, dim, pale blue glow in the form of horizontal streaks.

At the same time, he could also smell an almost unbearable stench.

And there was a slight but chaotic and stealthy sound.

It echoed above his head for a long time.

"thump--!"

Blake tried to take a step forward, but he always tripped over something.

And every time he made a noise.

A new voice will come from above your head as if in response.

A vague sound of commotion.

Mixed in with it was the sound of wood sliding slowly against wood.

Sudden.

A wave of hot, scorching air rushed down towards him.

"What kind of wind is this...?"

"If I am dreaming, why is this happening?"

Blake's panic grew.

period.

Blake's groping hand.

I came across a stone pillar with a hollow top.

He found himself grasping a rung of a ladder built into the wall, and groping his way upwards to a place where the stench was even stronger.

But the moment he climbed up and got closer.

Before his eyes, a kaleidoscope-like illusion suddenly appeared.

Before Blake could react, all of this dissolved into an unfathomable, vast dark abyss!

Countless deeper black worlds and suns are spinning in this abyss.

In the abyss of the unknown.

There are stars and planets orbiting in a darkness deeper than the night sky.

He remembered the ultimate chaos mentioned in ancient legends.

Blake subconsciously stretched out his hands towards the distance.

"Ahh-!"

His silent scream.

Just because it is spreading in the center of chaos.

The blind and foolish god, the lord of all things—Azathoth!!

He resides outside of normal time and space, in the very center of all things.

Crowds of gods and other creatures danced blindly around it.

While playing the monotonous and harsh flute and the disgusting drum beats, with this accompaniment, it seems larger than the infinite universe.