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In response to his question, the patrolman showed a look of surprise on his face.

"...Go in?"

He immediately shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"You can't have that kind of thought. No one in this town would even mention it."

Faced with such a reply, Blake did not give up.

"I'm Blake, an artist who recently moved to the area. I think this church is a good match for my work."

“Legends and myths are the themes of my creations.”

"So I was hoping you could tell me about the history of this place. It might be quite superstitious, but I'll continue my research."

Blake introduced himself in a deep voice.

Faced with such words, the patrolman was silent for a moment.

Finally, he pulled out a cross necklace from his chest and whispered while holding it.

“This church.”

"There was once an unspeakable evil that still lingers in those traces."

"In the past, a sinister secret cult operated here. This illegal group summoned something terrible from the unknown abyss of the night sky."

"By a priest named O'Malley."

“I barely managed to drive it away.”

"Some say it can be driven away with light alone, but that priest is now dead, and the evil is said to still lurk."

The patrolman glanced at Blake coldly.

"Don't mess with those things sleeping in the dark hell."

"So you shouldn't do anything unnecessary."

Such a reminder.

In the eyes of many viewers, it is a very correct choice.

It would be best to leave the building alone and let it collapse year by year, so as not to disturb again those things that should sleep forever in the dark abyss.

Anyone who has anything to do with it will not have a good ending.

otherwise.

What if the Chaos Supreme emits a trace of breath?

I’m afraid the universe will be annihilated on the spot!

Unfortunately.

In the video, facing such a warning.

Blake just nodded thoughtfully.

But I felt a little disapproving in my heart.

[It's the 20th century, and superstition is still deeply rooted.]

[How much of the old story the policeman retold is actually true?]

[Probably just some ominous appearance]

[And the absurd legends that were inspired]

But even so. ?

What makes Blake happy is.

These contents made the story I had conceived in my mind begin to come alive.

The afternoon sun emerged again from behind the dispersing clouds.

But it seems unable to illuminate.

Those towering walls that built up the ancient god's influence on the high ground.

It was strange that even the green of spring could not touch the withered brown vegetation on the higher ground, surrounded by iron railings.

This dark temple.

There is a terrible temptation that is impossible to resist.

Blake couldn't help swallowing, and then he noticed.

"... All doors are sealed from the outside."

"However, the iron welding of the fence has fallen off, so we can enter from here!"

If people are really that crazy about this place.

Then his actions will not be interfered with.

then.

So Blake walked up the parapet and got behind the iron railing.

He subconsciously looked back.

When he noticed those people standing in the far distance of the square, he immediately turned and ran.

"Clap!"

Several windows on the street were slammed shut.

At the same time, a fat woman ran out onto the street and pushed several children into an unpainted, dilapidated house, without looking back, with a look of horror on her face.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The figures on the road had disappeared completely.

"What ah..soft?"

"What are you afraid of?" Blake's face was full of confusion.

Below the video.

A few short lines of text flashed by.

Blake at this moment

Little did they know what they would face next.

[It will be the most terrifying and awe-inspiring scene in the world of Cthulhu].

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The magic circle world.

Homura Akemi slowly clenched her fists and stared at the video screen.

After witnessing the existence of Yog-Sothoth, even she had to admit that she was probably no match for the ultimate prototype.

Although she also has the level of infinite box.

but.

At the upper limit of her strength, she is not as good as Kaname Madoka.

Because what they plundered was only a small part of the principle of the circle.

"Yog-Sothoth... To be more precise, he should be called the One to whom all things are one. He himself is that One."

“What He Himself represents is the essence of the world.”

"The infinite universe is but one aspect of Him, and infinite dimensions are also part of His existence. It is no exaggeration to describe Him as omniscient and omnipotent."

Homura Akemi frowned slightly.

The power displayed by the Cthulhu world exceeds expectations.

But Yog-Sothoth...at least it seems that he is not very aggressive.

Compared to Nyarlathotep.

There should still be a possibility of peaceful coexistence.

The most crucial thing now is what kind of power the remaining Chaos Supreme possesses.

And His personality and appearance, etc.

After thinking about this.

Homura Akemi continued to look towards the live broadcast room.

"Come...let me witness with my own eyes the so-called Chaos Supreme."

“His power and true mightiness.”

.

In the live broadcast room.

Blake walked into the abandoned courtyard.

Squeezing through the tangled rotting vegetation.

He looked at the scattered tombstones around him, which had long been weathered and worn away.

“So this is a cemetery?”

"It seems that some dead people were buried here."

"But that must be 880, a very, very ancient thing. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"There are three doors on the front of the building."

Blake hesitated for a moment, looking around.

At this time, the steep and huge size of the church gradually became heavy and oppressive.

But he conquered his emotions and walked forward, trying to push open the three large doors standing in front.

"Bang--!"

He placed his palm on the door and applied slight force, but the door did not move at all.

The strong lock above cut off his thoughts.

"It seems that the only way is to walk around this huge building and find some smaller and easier-to-enter openings."

Blake sighed.

But he had anticipated this situation.

But at this time, the uneasiness in my heart gradually emerged.

Even at this time.

He was still unsure if he wanted to enter that lair filled with desolation and shadows.

However, it shows strangeness and mystery.

But it was mechanically pulling him forward and continuing to move forward.

At last.

There is no window guard at the back of the church.

The open cellar window provided Blake with the entrance he needed.

He leaned over and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally found it, let's take a look inside first."

Through the entrance, Blake looked inside.

I saw an underground abyss dimly lit by the sunlight from the setting sun in the west that seeped through the clouds.