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The abyss was filled with dust and cobwebs, and he also saw some rubble, old wooden barrels, broken boxes and countless different kinds of furniture.

(bbdf) But everything.

Covered with a thick layer of dust.

Blake, with his sharp eyes and careful mind, discovered some details.

"Hmm... there's a bunch of rusted remnants from the hot-blast furnace."

"That is, the building was still in use and maintained its original appearance until the mid-Victorian era."

"Although it is very old, it should not be dangerous."

Blake thought about it.

He climbed through the window and entered the cellar.

Stepping on the cement floor covered with thick dust and scattered gravel.

“Crack—.”

The cellar was very spacious and had no divisions into sections, located in the right corner shrouded in heavy shadows.

He saw an archway that evidently led upward into the darkness.

Subsequently.

He carefully checked the situation around him and soon made a new discovery.

"Phew! There's still a good barrel here."

"After all these years, it seems to still have a certain degree of durability."

"It can be used as a stepping stone when leaving."

Blake found a bucket that was still intact in the dust.

In this huge and spooky building.

Blake felt a strange sense of oppression, but he controlled his emotions.

"It's all here."

"Since we want to collect materials, we can't miss this opportunity."

Blake comforted himself in his heart.

He crossed the large space hung with cobwebs and headed straight for the archway.

He felt suffocated by the ubiquitous dust and the ghostly spider webs covering the room.

But he still reached the arch.

and climbed up the worn stone stairs that led into the darkness.

He had no lighting.

I could only grope carefully with my hands and finally found a big door.

He grasped the door handle and pushed it open slightly, revealing a slightly brighter corridor lined with worm-eaten paneling.

Once you enter the ground floor.

Then Blake began to explore quickly.

The doors inside the building were not locked.

and so.

He soon arrived at the huge nave inside the church and was shocked by the scene before him.

Box-shaped pews, altar, and funnel-shaped pulpit.

The sound boards were covered with dust as thick as a mountain, and long strings of huge spider webs hung from the pointed arches of the corridors and tightly wrapped around the Gothic columns!

The setting sun in the afternoon.

Through the strange, almost blackened panes of glass in the semicircular windows came a dull, lifeless, and terrifying light!

Shining on this dead and desolate wasteland.

It makes people feel weird and scary!

Blake put his hands in his pockets, paced on the road, and looked up at his surroundings.

“This church uses a lot of ancient ornamentation.”

"That thing on the altar... looks like a T-shaped cross. That's not the cross that should be here."

"Are there some murals that depict saints?"

"But I've never heard of any religion that has such a saint..."

Blake identified it with his rich knowledge.

After all, I am a corresponding writer.

There is still a considerable accumulation of this knowledge.

And under his search.

In the prayer room behind the semicircular apse.

Blake discovered a rotting table and moldy bookshelves.

"Hmm...? In that bookshelf?"

Blake showed confusion on his face and walked forward.

When he saw the names of the books on the bookshelf, his face suddenly changed.

"These books are... How is it possible?!"

"A book with a cover made of human skin... Why is it here?"

Blake was extremely horrified.

His pupils contracted violently as he identified the names of the books.

These included the abominable Latin text of the Necronomicon, the vile Book of Eibon, and the infamous Rite of the Corpse-Eating, written by Count Eret.

There were also some books whose reputation he had only heard of.

There were even some books he had never heard of.

For example, the Phaconite Manuscript, the Book of Dekian, etc.!

And in the live broadcast room.

When many viewers saw these books placed together.

I couldn't help but take a breath.

You have to know that in the world of Cthulhu.

These books were all about forbidden evil things that even sane people would never have heard of.

Needless to say, these books.

A repository of ambiguous secrets and spells from ancient times.

These secrets have been circulating throughout time, dating back to when the human race was young, or even to the legendary dark ages before humans!

Especially the famous "Book of the Dead".

In the past, Wilbur tried every possible means to obtain the Latin version of the Necronomicon.

And now.

This book was placed randomly on the bookshelf with other books.

It's really terrifying!

"Hiss! There are so many ancient books?!"

"What kind of creatures were lurking in this church in the past... Could it be the place where those Outer Gods reside?!"

"The rumors still circulating in the area are not entirely false. This place was indeed once ensconced by an evil entity older than humanity and more profound than the known universe!"

"Outer Gods are unlikely, otherwise the entire universe would be destroyed."

"No matter what...humans are not allowed to enter this church."

The comment section under the live broadcast room was refreshing frantically.

Now it seems that Blake's death is inseparable from the following scene!

But what happened?!

For a while.

Countless eyes were focused on the screen in the live broadcast room.

At this moment, Blake suddenly discovered.

On the completely rotten table was a small leather-bound notebook.

"what is this?"

Blake walked forward and picked up the notebook curiously.

Turn it over.

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"Is what's written here some kind of handwritten code?"

"It uses alchemical, astrological, and other motifs representing the sun, moon, planets, directions, and zodiacal symbols."

"If you spend some time, you should be able to crack it."

Blake glanced around and muttered.

He stuffed the ancient book into his coat pocket, and at this time many of the classics on the bookshelf fascinated him.

"Come back in a few days to borrow them."

"These strange books on the bookshelf are rare treasures that are rarely seen."

Blake was quite satisfied with the harvest this time.

And he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

How come these books can go on undisturbed for so long?

Could it be that the fear that pervades the area and grips its people has protected this deserted place from visitors for nearly sixty years?

Isn’t this level of superstition too much?

Could he be the first person to conquer this fear?!

But Blake didn't stop.

After thoroughly exploring the ground floor, he passed through the gloomy nave again and came to the front porch.

there.

He saw a door and a staircase that seemed to lead to a tall black tower and a spire.

Blake didn't hesitate and walked up the stairs.

“It’s surprisingly dusty….”

"Where does this stench come from?"

He covered his nose with a handkerchief with one hand and looked around with a frown.

The dust is thick.

And the spider did a great job in this narrow space.

He could only speculate in his heart at this moment.

"The top should be the bell tower, right? What will the bell of this church look like?"