Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 604 Singing
West coast of the Pohnpei Peninsula.

Zadok Allen had been waiting for a long time.

Taking advantage of the temporary chaos in the town of Pohnpei (Raffles' death), Allen made a fortune.

Once Milo and Rebecca arrived, he started the ship and set sail, successfully embarking on the return journey.

...

Shortly after the ships left Pohnpei Island, as the lights of this trading post gradually shrank from their field of vision, it became clear that the lights from the town reflected in the air, making some enormous, octopus-like creatures with countless tentacles visible.

They made no sound, nor did they make any large movements; they simply swayed their tentacle tissues slowly in the air.

They come from the seabed, but now they occupy the high sky.

Unbeknownst to the inhabitants and travelers of Pohnpei, an ancient shadow had silently descended, obscuring the eerie starry sky.

……

Captain Allen also witnessed this scene in the distance.

Those densely packed shadows floating in the sky seemed about to chew up and devour the peninsula.

He glanced at it once, then plopped down on the deck with a thud.

It was once again Milo's instinctive rule of devouring fear that saved Allen's life.

...

Milo and Rebecca both recognized the shadows high in the sky in the distance.

If nothing unexpected happens, the shadows frozen high in the sky will still remember Milo and Rebecca.

The two sides gazed at each other across the icy sea.

...

For countless ages, “they rested in the caves of R'lyeh, protected by the powerful spells of Cthulhu, until the stars were ready; then, they would shine anew.”

Now the stars are beginning to shift and change positions.

The servants submerged in the sea have already reached their claws toward the land.

All signs seemed to be confirming the arrival of the "end times," but at this moment, Mego had not yet appeared, nor was the outline of Gherus in the sky, while the Familia were already impatient and restless.

The Star Familiars, these die-hard followers of Cthulhu, are perhaps one of the first races to awaken. This is the source of the "upheaval." The events that have occurred in this sea over the past few hours have distorted time and altered established reality. Now, the instigators, including Milo, have all departed, leaving behind prophecies mentioned in ancient texts, which are beginning to be fulfilled.

……

As the ship sped away, the silent shadow floating above the Pohnpei Peninsula remained motionless until the fog on the sea completely enveloped this eerie scene.

"Are the people there...?" Rebecca hesitated, then stopped herself.

But when she turned her head, she found that Milo had somehow turned his gaze away from the direction of the peninsula and was now sitting under the mast flipping through the notebook containing the Noscia equation. It seemed that the events on the peninsula had not attracted his attention at all.

He probably noticed Rebecca's gaze.

Milo closed his notebook, looked up at Rebecca, his eyes clear.

"The original inhabitants of the island have all died out long ago, haven't they?"

After saying that, Milo contradicted himself:

"Oh no, perhaps the Star Families are the true natives of that sea."

Without waiting for Rebecca's response, he continued to study the notebook in his hand.

Rebecca's face showed a slight look of surprise after hearing Milo's words.

Then she turned and looked at the shadowy sea, and no one knew what she was thinking.

On the deck, apart from the dazed Zadok Allen, the seven members of the Exiled Shadows, who were stationed at various posts on the ship, remained silent (meaning they didn't even use sign language).

...

Above the silent ocean, some high-pitched sounds, inaccessible to lower life forms, began to linger. They sounded like a melody from a higher dimension, or like high-frequency vibrations from ancient celestial bodies.

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at the same time.

Miskatonic Basin.

On the top floor of that library, a place that embodies both wisdom and danger, the university's astronomy professor was summoned in the dead of night.

The students had just discovered a brand new dark object in the stargazing equipment.

It was shrouded in light from behind, so the outline and color of this unfamiliar celestial body could not yet be clearly seen.

However, just as the astronomy professors had finished assembling, something even stranger happened.

An elderly professor, who was perched on a giant telescope, was so terrified by what he saw that he froze on the spot. He pointed tremblingly at the sky, unable to utter a single word.

At that moment, his lifelong knowledge of astronomy was shattered.

...

Soon after, the astronomy professors on the top floor of the tallest building in the Miskatonic basin all heard strange singing at the same time.

The song did not belong to any musical instrument currently used by human civilization; it came from the vast starry sky.

However, this mysterious and elusive song did not soothe the soul; on the contrary, it was more like a machine for sowing evil, nourishing the deepest, most wicked parts of the heart like never before, allowing them to grow and flourish...

Savage, manic, insane…

The professors who were the first to hear that song never left the relatively dimly lit astronomical observation room again.

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at the same time.

The cathedral deep within the Golden Rule Church.

Inside the spacious building, the solemn outlines of huge stone pillars line both sides, and at the far end is a golden tree sculpture surrounded by candlelight.

The young archbishop's faint, intermittent prayers drifted from the foot of the golden tree—

"In search of the blood of the ancient gods..."

Let us pray…

Let us pray…

Anyone who prays sincerely can receive Holy Communion.

Let us participate in the Holy Communion and partake of the blood of the Old Gods…

Our thirst for blood satisfies us and soothes our fears.

Seeking the blood of the ancient gods…

However, we must be wary of human weaknesses: their will is weak and their minds are immature.

Blasphemous and filthy beasts will offer honeyed bait to lure docile souls into the abyss.

Beware of human weaknesses… their will is weak, their minds immature…

If not for fear, even death…

...

However, before she could utter the last half of the sentence, "no one mourns," she seemed to have been subjected to some kind of severe and terrible shock.

A deep, chilling wind swept past the church entrance, dragging dry, fallen leaves across the ground with a sickeningly loud sound.

The archbishop huddled at the foot of the golden tree, her body trembling violently beneath her white robes.

Her prayers were over.

Then what came out of her mouth were syllables that did not belong to the category of modern language, like a low humming, or an unconscious murmur and babbling in her sleep. Accompanied by the trembling of her body, the sounds she made were fragmented and intermittent.

If a ruthless individual with off-the-charts sanity were present at this moment, they would probably recognize that the murmurs uttered by the young archbishop were humming along to the melody of the "song" from the heavens above...

...

On the other side, deep within the church complex lies the ruins—a place never seen before.

Outside the worship pit, on the altar where the Knights of the Golden Law Temple and the Blade of Law once fell.

Some wills that have long since passed away, yet are reluctant to return to dust, have transformed into specks of starlight, swaying and floating above the altar.

Those were fragments of the soul of the Sumerian civilization, buried by the gods.

Unlike before, these scattered and rootless wills burst forth with an emotion that can be described as "joy" or "excitement".

Perhaps they sensed something.

It is a song from the distant starry sky.

It is the return of the deceased.

...

Or perhaps these wills have long been shattered to the point of being unable to possess the capacity for emotions; they have merely evolved into a kind of "natural phenomenon" that is infinitely lower than rules or order, whose function is to provide slight, meaningless signs and warnings when certain major changes occur.

But at least, the signs are visually stunning.

The dappled, swaying light brought a touch of life to this unseen land that had been buried for countless years.

The girl chosen by the Eye of Thought was standing calmly on the steps in front of the altar.

She gazed quietly at those unconscious glimmers of light for a long time.

"The blood moon you have been longing for is about to descend, but it will be millions of years later than the end of Pumeru."

"I wish to pray for a simple blessing for everyone, if possible."

"Because when the blood moon descends, the gods will no longer provide us with a safe haven."

"I hope my friends, all those lovely people, can have a less tragic ending..."

...

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Top floor of the law enforcement headquarters.

Investigator C.

He stared at the starry sky, lost in thought.

He kept repeating to himself:

"Star of Judgment..."

(End of this chapter)