Long-term salvation

"Lord, don't think I can help you dive. After all, the ocean belongs to that person." Qianye's smile faded, a look of apology on his face. "After all, I'm just your son. I don't have your mother's powerful strength."

"And I'm injured," Rhodes nodded slightly, "I won't force it... So is there any way to get me to dive?"

"What a gentle child," Qianye seemed very happy. She put her hand to her lips and thought seriously, "As for diving, maybe you need to get a diving suit, but those things should be destroyed by now, right?"

"Old Port, sir."

It was Ezequiel who spoke. He listened to the whole story in silence, then he said slowly:

"You can try your luck at the old port. There should be old-fashioned diving suits in the warehouse there, but you'd better check before using them because there may not be oxygen tubes and oxygen machines."

"This is indeed a problem."

Rhode frowned. Based on Paul's statement and the original plot of "The Forbidden Zone"/"The Shadow over Innsmouth", he made a deduction - now Ksira has entered the awakening process, and all that is missing is Paul's union with his half-sister Ulthea to completely awaken Ksira and then start the ceremony of giving birth to Cthulhu - now thinking about it, if Qianye and the people of the Shub sect had not caused trouble, the situation in Innsmouth would obviously be much worse.

I might end up facing a resurrected Old One!

At that time, we can only hope for the vacuum implosion bomb on the Alicorn...Ksira was also injured by atomic weapons in the novel, but since she could be hurt, it means there is a possibility of killing her.

"Hmm, that's not a problem!" Nayako popped out from behind Rhode, her aho-hair curving into a provocative shape towards Qianye. She then tugged at his arm and whispered, "Rhode, just focus on finding a diving suit. I'll take care of the oxygen problem."

"That's...ok."

After hearing that Rhode had made his decision, Qianye nodded slowly and said calmly:

"In that case, let me provide you with a little more help. The members of the sect will be here to block those followers of the Dagon Cult—but you'd better act quickly. After all, I don't want to face those Old Ones directly."

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Qianye."

"No, just call me Sister Qianye," the black goat kid said with a smile, a terrifying darkness flashing in the depths of his eyes. "Or do you want to call me Mother? I don't mind!"

“…The latter one is unnecessary.”

Chapter 338: Towards the Old Port (1/4)

Rhodes did not intend to stay in the old church, but to leave some weapons and ammunition for the people of the Shub sect. These guys were the few purebred humans in Innsmouth.

"They are the only followers of my mother on this planet."

According to Qianye, they slowly developed after she came here...but there's something wrong with his brain. He always advises others to have more children, which is really annoying. He especially likes to stir up trouble between himself and Qianye.

It's hard to say that there was no instruction from the black goat kid.

At the moment, it seems that these guys can't do anything bad for the time being. Rhode plans to keep them for now and deal with the evil god's revival later.

The troublesome one now was Paul Marsh. His mind seemed to be getting more and more crazy due to the proximity of his half-sister Uzzia, so much so that Rhodes had to slap him again. Looking at the young man who was getting better, Rhodes said seriously:

"If you can't hold on any longer, just shoot yourself. No one will call you a coward in this situation. But if you can hold on, then wait for your girlfriend to come back and see you before you die—Ms. Qianye... Sister Qianye has already explained in detail that Director Carter is bringing her here!"

"I...I will hold on, sir," the young man nodded slightly. He tightly grasped the pistol Rhodes gave him and stayed with the old man Ezequiel who also picked up a shotgun. "I will fight until I can no longer hold on."

"Very good, after you hold off these Innsmouth people for a while and buy me some time, you can leave. There's no need to stay here."

As Rhodes said this, he left a heavy machine gun for Randolph Carter who was about to escape - this was a good thing, it could block the entire street if mounted on the roof of the church - he didn't believe that these Innsmouth people could be like the Russians and take out infantry fighting vehicles and rocket launchers to deal with the heavy machine guns!

"Once you're in Innsmouth, it's going to be difficult to get out," Qianye replied with a smile. "After all, ever since the descendants of the Deep Ones began their ritual, time and space have become blurred here. Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you about a thousand nights... Now, you must end it all, or you'll be bound by the cycle of day and night, or watch as the apocalyptic tsunami begins in Innsmouth and engulfs the entire planet."

The Black Goat Kid slowly walked to Rhode's side, stretched out his hand and stroked his cheek, with a hint of persuasion in his words:

"But isn't this also good? Give up all responsibilities and sleep peacefully in my arms, without sorrow or pain, until the end of time."

"I'm sorry," Rhodes said unhappily, pushing Qianye's hand away with his palm. "I was born to work hard—let's go, Nayako."

The offspring of Nyarlathotep made a face at the black goat kid, but the latter just responded with a smile, and his slightly opened eyes showed only doting for the restless youngster.

After getting herself into trouble, Nayako quickly grabbed Rhodes' arm and walked out with him in a domineering manner.

Leaving the old church, Rhodes saw some members of the Shab sect flashing between the buildings. They were all ordinary townspeople. Although they didn't know any tactics, they at least knew how to pull the trigger and hide themselves before shooting.

The only problem is that the number of Innsmouth people rushing here will obviously far exceed that of the Shub sect believers... We still have to hurry up, only by interrupting the awakening ceremony can this nightmare end.

Thinking of this, Rhode turned his head and saw a Shabu believer in a black robe pushing a fairly neat bicycle. His voice came from under the black robe:

"Sorry, great in-law, this is the only means of transportation we have right now."

Forget about the bicycle, but what the hell is a "marriage-in-law"?! Can't she just marry into the family?

Although he secretly complained, Rhodes declined the believers' help. He directly exchanged his military license for a Hummer commonly used by reconnaissance units, got into the car amid the exclamations of the surrounding Shabu believers, and drove towards the old port area.

The being standing on the building hummed with satisfaction, quietly gazing at the Hummer driving away, and then transformed into a yellow shadow as smooth as silk and followed closely.

In the increasingly heavy rain, Rhodes drove his car, speeding through the bumpy road - fortunately, the road was not so narrow or congested that vehicles could not pass at all, otherwise, Rhodes really would have to ride a bicycle to the port to save the world... Although this also sounds quite exciting.

"Damn it! I wanted to be like those young girls, sitting in the back of a car, hugging my lover's waist!" Nayako squirmed in the passenger seat, grumbling, "Now I can only cry in this Hummer."

“Isn’t it a BMW?”

"Same here," Nayako waved her hand and looked out the window. After staring at the dilapidated buildings for a moment, she suppressed the cynicism on her face and said softly, "Those with purer bloodlines are trying to stop us... or rather, we're just on their way to attack the old church."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car radio burst into a harsh noise, mixed with some strange frequencies that sounded like whale calls and organ music, and even the pointer on the dashboard began to swing wildly.

Hearing the sound, Rhodes felt his eardrums begin to swell and ache. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rusty bronze bell on the distant bell tower swaying silently in the storm. The rust on it fell off, and then an invisible force slowly carved a chaotic and weird relief.

Just by looking at it, Rhodes felt his arm itching, as if barnacles were clinging to it.

"The power of the evil god is growing stronger... but these fish aren't as stupid as I thought."

Rhodes sneered and rolled down both windows. The damp sea breeze, carrying the stench of rotting fish, immediately poured into the car, and even the increasingly heavy rain could not dispel it. He snapped his fingers, and weapons and ammunition immediately filled the back seat of the car and at Nayako's feet.

"What else is there to say now?" Rhode reached out and took the M72-LAW rocket launcher that Nyako handed him. He then gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, leaned forward, and pulled the trigger at the monster in front of him, whose eyes showed a hint of astonishment.

The next second, the explosion exploded in the rain accompanied by flames!

In the flames, several scaled bodies twisted in the dust and smoke of the explosion, their screams like rusted anchors scraping against the rocks on the seabed—some were killed, while others suffered irreversible damage. After all, these were just some carbon-based creatures with some strange powers, no match for iron and fire!

"Speaking of which, although their numbers aren't large, they're all severely mutated... It looks like the ones in the sea have crawled out as well." Rhodes threw away the launch tube, retracted his body, dodged the harpoon, and knocked away several Deep Divers that were blown onto the road. "Nayako, on the building to the right!"

There, three creatures with dull green skin leaped from a rusted fire escape—things with vaguely human features but fish heads, huge, bulging eyes that never closed, and webbed hands clutching rusted harpoons—Deep Ones, as they were cursed to be called.

Nayako, whose name was called by Rhode, did not respond immediately. She threw a crowbar that came from nowhere out of the car window, and when the thing spun back, the heads of the three Deep Divers exploded like rotten pumpkins.

"...Theoretically speaking, I still hope you can use an assault rifle," Rhodes looked at Nayako with complicated eyes as she shook off the stains on the crowbar, and the latter smiled at him, pulled off the pull rings of a few grenades, and threw them out of the car.

Amid the explosions, Rod tightened his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator. The tires rolled over the broken concrete road, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

At this moment, the spires of the 19th-century buildings on both sides of the street were looming in the thick fog, and scaly-like lights flashed from time to time in the barnacle-covered window frames - the evil from the sea was spreading along the sea breeze, spreading its blasphemous blood to the land.

Before the sea completely flooded the town, Rod and Nayako arrived at the old port.

Chapter 339: From Land to Sea (Part 2 of 4)

Old port.

After casually shooting a Deep Diver who had just poked its head out from the embankment, Rhodes tried to protect the flame of the lighter in the wind and rain and lit a cigarette for himself, while Nayako next to him was forcing the crowbar out of the other one's body.

When they first arrived at the old port, there weren't many deep divers inside, as if they had all flocked to the interior of the town... But this was just the beginning, they would continue to come onto land.

"so troublesome."

Taking a deep breath, Rhodes exhaled the cigarette butt, which had been wet with sea water, and completely extinguished it on the body of the deep diver.

Rhode looked up and saw that the sky had turned into an ocean:

Another sea had somehow replaced the sky, now roiling in the raging storm that stretched between heaven and earth, making it impossible to tell from which side the rain was falling. Mist swirling from the sea formed a sticky veil, and faintly visible were tens of thousands of tentacled shadows twitching among the clouds, like the movements of a pregnant woman before giving birth.

As for the front... Even in the heavy rain and surging waves, Rhodes could see dozens of deep divers with fish heads sticking out slowly coming towards the shore. They made hoarse and sharp roars, obviously angry at Rhodes' brutality - for the deep divers, if they were not killed, they could maintain eternal life!

"Nyako, go find a diving suit and get yourself one, although I don't think you'll need it," Rhodes said to the girl next to him. The latter was wearing a yellow pointed raincoat, looking like "Six" in a game.

"Okay meow."

The descendant of Nyarlathotep made an OK gesture, carrying an assault rifle and a rocket launcher on her back and a crowbar as she rushed into the rain. Rhodes could occasionally hear her shouting "Rider Kick" and the monster's screams that followed.

Thinking about Nyako's target when she used the Knight Kick, Rhode's eyes twitched slightly and he focused his attention on the next battle:

Unlike Nayako who ran away leisurely, Rhodes did not find a place to hide. Instead, he took out an M2 heavy machine gun and mounted it at the corner of the car door, then used the All-Seeing Eye eye mask to block the muzzle of the gun to determine the enemy's position.

Taking a steady breath, Rhodes pulled the trigger—orange-red flames spurted out of the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and the hot shell casings made a strange hissing sound as they poured into the mud, but this sound, along with the roar of heavy rain and waves hitting the rocks, could not compare to the roar of steel!

The moment the 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet tore through the rain curtain, the tracer bullet trajectory penetrated the gray velvet like red-hot iron wire, burning the entire rain curtain into a honeycomb-shaped red corridor.

Deep Divers? After the heads of their counterparts in the front row exploded and their bodies were broken in two, they no longer tried to protrude themselves from the waves, and only dared to quickly approach the shore under the cover of the waves.

“Even though I’m fishing, I always feel like I’m turkey hunting…”

Rhodes grumbled. He had achieved a great victory. Or rather, the deep divers who were eager to reach the land and did not try to avoid the danger were more cooperative. He overcame these monsters crawling out of the rising tide. Their slippery skin was shiny with oil, and fishing nets and seaweed were occasionally tangled between their deformed fingers... Then they were mowed down by heavy machine gun fire like wheat cut by a sickle!

However, this was just the beginning. When Rhodes began to replace the ammunition belt, he suddenly heard a low roar coming from the other side of the vehicle!

"What the hell?!"

As soon as Rhode turned his head, he saw a massive Deep Diver roaring towards him. The Deep Diver was much taller and more agile than its kin! Furthermore, several even more slender Deep Divers also emerged from the waves ahead, attacking Rhode almost simultaneously!

Without any hesitation, Rhodes pulled out his revolver and fired several shots at the Deep Diver in front of him. After knocking the opponent to the ground, he lowered his body and rolled around in a slightly embarrassed manner to avoid the embarrassment of being crushed by the car body - the tall Deep Diver actually overturned the Hummer!

"Did you mutate from a fucking whale?!"

The roar of the Humvee crashing to the ground reached Rhodes' ears. He cursed, stood up, and quickly replaced the cylinder of his revolver. But in the next second, the head with sharp teeth and dripping with smelly saliva exploded directly.

Dirty blood and brain matter scattered everywhere, almost covering Rhodes' face.

When the ugly, muscular figure slowly fell, Rhode saw Nyako lowering her bazooka behind her... She was giving him a thumbs-up and muttering something only he could understand:

"Look at me more!"

"Hey, that's from 2000, right?!"

Next to Nyako, there was a huge old-fashioned pressure-resistant diving suit. The brass helmet and heavy pressure-resistant metal components looked like Big Daddy in "BioShock".

"Let's not even talk about whether it can be used or whether it can be used for underwater combat... Is there only one of these things?"

Rhode looked at Nayako suspiciously, but the latter's face didn't waver in the slightest. Instead, she enthusiastically knocked over a running Diver and tried hard to raise the arm of her diving suit and shook it.

"Just one! Oh, stop imagining things, time waits for no one, come in quickly, don't resist!"

Taking a deep breath, Rhode wasted no time and unleashed two incendiary grenades to prevent the Deep Ones from interfering. Although the rain, mingled with the power of the evil god, was gradually extinguishing the flames, it still gave Rhode and Nayako enough time to put on their diving suits.

Rhode could feel Nayako's body pressed against his back, the girl's warm, sweet breath hitting his earlobe... Tsk, this female hooligan succeeded. Rhode twisted his neck and asked in a low voice:

"Problems with oxygen? Problems with hiding from enemies underwater?"

"Give me the R'lyeh Text, and I'll take care of this." Nayako put her arm around Rhodes' neck, "Don't look back!"

"Yes, yes, okay, okay, okay."

Tightening the inner strap, Rhodes put his hand through the sleeve. He moved slightly and felt that he could take a step forward, but fighting or making any large-scale evasive movements was pure wishful thinking.

Rhode dropped the cult book from his storage space into his diving suit, where it was caught by the girl's delicate hands. Then, he glanced at the gradually gathering number of Deep Divers, bent down with difficulty, and picked up the heavy machine gun on the ground. He swung the weapon, which hadn't had time to reload its ammunition belt, like a club. Several Deep Divers who didn't have time to dodge were sent flying, falling into the sea and the debris pile in the old port area.

Ignoring the screams of the surrounding deep divers, Rhodes strode forward in his diving suit, letting the strange breath behind him spread along his skin.

Step into the sea!

The moment Rhodes felt the cold seawater covering the bottom of his diving suit, he heard Nayako's low whisper... The girl's figure seemed to have changed. Her beautiful figure spread out like water waves, and turned into a swimming snake after a breath.

Several tentacles slid across the side of Rhode's cheek, accompanied by the low laughter of the descendant of Nyarlathotep:

"Want to look back?"

"...First, I can't turn back here. Second, I prefer you standing in front of me, no matter what you look like."

Rhode spoke quickly, and he immediately felt the strange aura behind him grow thicker. The tentacles slowly penetrated his skin, enveloping his lungs and bringing a constant supply of oxygen. However, his body still needed to breathe, which brought him some strange sensations and slight pain.

"Oh, Rhode's words are so endearing! No wonder my aunt's offspring is also attracted to you... It's just a pity," the descendant of the Chaos God said, his voice full of regret. "I was originally thinking of taking this opportunity to replace your lungs, but now I can only go out for a walk... Come to think of it, you smoke so much, but your lungs don't have any problems."

"…I'm really sorry that nothing happened."

"But that's not a problem. I'll change it after something happens. As for now—let's head to that temple!"

The diving suit stepped forward into the sea, causing the yellow scarf tied behind the shoulders at some point to become soaked by the sea water.

Chapter 340: The Yellow King's Deal (3/4)

Everything seemed to be moving away, whether it was the gloomy harbor, the screams of the deep divers, or the violent storms.

The sea water began to swirl in front of Rhodes' eyes, turning into a terrifying whirlpool with white foam. The surging tide seemed no longer to be part of the sea, but a dark green liquid gathered by countless wriggling transparent tentacles.

As if being grabbed by something, Rhodes felt his body suddenly begin to sink, and the rusted depth gauge in his helmet began to spin wildly - sea water was pressing in from all directions, carrying undisguised hatred and murderous intent.