The inevitable stench spread wantonly, the air was full of rotten and disgusting smells, and the dark night was superimposed with thick fog, making this seaport town even more eerie.
Especially when everyone in the Miskatonic expedition learned that there was something even more terrifying hidden in the fog, even the weather-beaten Captain Lyndon couldn't help but fall into a state of anxiety.
But this experienced middle-aged man did not show it. He still maintained his serious and determined demeanor and stood there calmly.
This gave the team members a shot in the arm.
In times of extreme fear and insecurity, a leader like this is necessary.
"We must find a way to get out of here." Captain Linden said in a deep voice, "But it has been confirmed several times before that we cannot leave the scope of the fog, which is this town, no matter what."
"Then what should we do?" A short and fat team member cried with a sad face, "I don't want to become that zombie-like thing!"
"altar."
Captain Linden slowly spoke out a word, causing the others to widen their eyes.
"Since we can't break through the periphery, we will find a way from the source."
"!"
Everyone was very surprised, even puzzled.
"Based on the time in the diary, this sacrifice has probably been held for some time." Captain Linden calmly analyzed, "The summoning has been successful, so the altar of the sacrifice is basically useless. We cannot be sure what was summoned.
No matter what the thing is, there is no way to confirm where it is."
"Instead of continuing to search in this town or forcefully breaking through the fog, it is better to go to the altar to find the clues left behind. Based on the madness at the end of the diary, they should not be in much mood to clear up the clues. This is for us.
It should be of great help, first of all, we have to confirm what kind of existence it is that is summoned!"
"But... what if the summoned existence is still lingering around the altar?"
"Go to the truck and unload the stuff."
…………
"Captain, the place of sacrifice is near the harbor." The members who originally went to look for clues led others to the beach. "We found a large number of fish carcasses around, some of which were so rotten that we couldn't even identify what they were.
You can’t even see it!”
"Three people took the things to the beach to see if they could find anything." Captain Linden ordered, "The others went around the altar to look for clues."
Along the way, Ellis kept observing his surroundings.
The fog was so thick that not even the expedition team's lantern could cut through the strange night.
From time to time, Ellis would step on soft, sticky, unknown black liquid objects that exuded a strange fishy smell. The stone roads in the town were covered with dark moss, and red, green, and black objects were scattered here and there.
A piece of land is stuck on the road.
This place is simply countless times more disgusting than an exploding latrine.
Their sense of smell is being poisoned all the time, and the original regulatory function of the brain, that is, the function of getting used to the smell after being in the same environment for a long time, does not work at all. This abnormal smell is more like a direct attack on their spirit.
As we go deeper, there are more and more rotten materials here.
Ellis could even see the pale fish heads staring at them with black eye sockets. Their eyes had rotted away, leaving only a fragile body to show what they originally were.
Many of these disgusting things appeared on the ground near the harbor with a strange melody, and they were twisted inexplicably. This was some kind of large-scale sacrifice...
William, the geologist who also came with the team, couldn't stand this place. His stomach was churning, his throat was filled with acid, and he even felt that his mouth was full of rotten taste.
For ordinary scholars who have just come into contact with these, his performance is good enough.
He endured these discomforts and took out the notebook he originally used to draw maps from his arms. Enduring the discomfort and confusion, he tried hard to identify these strange shapes on the ground and drew them on the paper based on his own feelings.
A rough overview.
"Your inspiration is pretty good."
Ellis didn't know when he came to him. He adjusted his sword eyebrows slightly and stared at the shape drawn by William in surprise. "Most people will be uncontrollably attracted by the residue here when they see such a large-scale sacrifice for the first time."
Affected by the madness... Moreover, the sacrificial patterns here have been greatly damaged, and many rotten pieces of meat are stuck nearby, making it difficult to distinguish accurately."
"Yeah?"
William's tone was a little weak, and he was mentally tortured all the time, but he still had the strength to copy everything he could recognize.
And handed it to Ellis:
"I think you should be more familiar with these than me. Can you see anything?"
Although his face was pale, William still looked at Ms. Ellis with expectant eyes. He had escaped from the hotel with the historian before and had formed a deep friendship. He trusted this heroic lady very much.
Ellis took William's notebook, frowned, and raised his head from time to time to observe the surrounding altars, his expression becoming more serious:
Eisley has studied a lot of things from her mentor, and is also involved in these mystical aspects. Even at Miskatonic University, she is considered a good scholar.
But here, she felt more and more troubled.
Many of the secret texts and spells used in this sacrifice were completely beyond her understanding!
She could only barely make a judgment.
"Have you gained anything?" Captain Linden came to the side of the two scholars.
"No..." Ellis smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm sorry for my mentor, the sacrificial runes here are very unfamiliar to me..."
"Same here." Captain Linden also kept observing, but he didn't get many clues at all.
"Now we can only roughly speculate that the corpse is used to summon an existence from time or the universe." Ellis frowned, "There are serious signs of damage to the altar, and those traces lead to... the sea.
!”
As soon as they finished speaking, they looked at the harbor not far away in perfect agreement.
"It seems that the summoned guy swam out of the sea." William speculated in a low voice.
"no..."
Captain Linden's face instantly turned ugly, and he quickly shouted to the team members near the harbor:
"Get out of there, quickly!"
Unfortunately, everything is too late...
The box brought from the truck let out a sharp and ear-piercing roar, and the iron shell broke instantly, and the hook with a cold light plunged straight into the huge existence under the sea.
The sea surface is boiling.
I’ll be testing the waters soon, and I’ll try to make more updates starting tomorrow. I hope you can give me some follow-up reading, please.