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“… Church? ”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Faced with Blake’s inquiry, the middle-aged uncle store manager suddenly shook his head.

So Blake had no choice but to give up and find a courier in a local town instead.

“I want to go to the church in the hills of the northwest.”

“You should know this way, right?”

Blake said aloud.

“No… I do not know! ”

“… Out-of-towners, don’t think about going to that kind of place. ”

With that, the man made a gesture with his right hand with a look of horror on his face.

Turn around and leave immediately without hesitation!

And this time.

Blake swore that the man was just pretending he didn’t know anything about the building.

This made him feel a little puzzled.

All of a sudden.

He found himself under a cloudy sky to his left.

A black minaret appeared.

The tower towered above the rows of brown roofs that ran along the alley to the south, and Blake realized in an instant which building it was!

“That’s right, this is the church I see from the studio!”

Blake’s eyes lit up.

Then he immediately took a step.

Rushed through the dirty dirt road that climbed up the alley to the place.

Until the end.

He finally saw it clearly.

The huge tower that stood under the southwest sky, and the huge stone battlements that stood gloomily at the end of an alley.

At this time, he was standing in an open-air square that had been weathered by wind and rain.

The floor of the square is paved with ancient cobblestones.

Blake looked through the tall parapet and looked at the buildings beside him.

“It’s pretty weathered.”

“It’s been abandoned for a long time, some of the tall stone arches have collapsed, and a few beautiful spire ornaments have fallen.”

“But most of the Gothic windows are still intact.”

“How can the glass of such an abandoned place not be broken by a child?”

Blake muttered quietly.

He takes into account the common hobbies that children around the world know.

For a while, I felt quite puzzled.

The massive door was still intact and tightly closed.

At the top of the parapet was a rusty iron fence that completely surrounded the area, and the gate of the fence was tightly locked by a large lock.

The road from the gate to the building is completely covered by lush vegetation.

The breath of desolation and decay.

It covered the land like a coffin, shaded by the high black walls covered with ivy and the eaves where no birds roosted.

Only a handful of people stood in the square.

But Blake saw a patrolman in the corner of the square, so he walked over.

“Mr. Patrolman, I want to enter this church.”

“Where is the management?”

Blake asked.

When he asked, the patrolman had a look of surprise on his face.

“…. Get in? ”

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

“You can’t think like that, the townspeople won’t even mention it.”

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

“I’m Blake, an artist who recently moved to this neighborhood, and I think this church fits well with the style of my work.”

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

“So I hope you can tell me the history of this place, maybe it’s also superstitious, but I’ll continue to investigate.”

Blake introduced himself in a deep voice.

In the face of such words, the patrolman was silent for a moment.

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Finally, he took out the necklace of the cross from his chest and whispered as he held it.

“This church.”

“There was once an indescribable evil aura, and it still remains on those traces.”

“Once upon a time, there was an evil occult operating here, an illegal order that summoned something terrible from the unknown abyss of the night sky.”

“By a priest named ‘Omali.”

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“But some say that light alone can drive that thing away, but the priest is now dead, and it is said that the evil thing still lurks.”

The patrolman glanced coldly at Blake.

“Don’t mess with those who sleep in a dark hell.”

“So you don’t have to do anything superfluous.”

Such a reminder.

In the eyes of many viewers, it is quite the right choice.

It is better to leave this building alone and let it collapse year by year, lest it once again alarm those things that should sleep forever in the dark abyss.

Anyone who has anything to do with it won’t end well.

Otherwise.

In case the Chaos Supreme emitted a hint of aura.

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

It’s a pity.

In the video, in the face of this? Warn.

Blake only nodded thoughtfully.

But there was some disapproving thought in my heart. []

[It’s the twentieth century, and superstition is still deep-rooted.] ]

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

[Presumably just some ominous appearance]

[And the nonsensical legend that inspires it]

But even so.?

What makes Blake happy.

These things make a story in my head start to come to life.

The afternoon sun reappeared through the scattered clouds.

But it doesn’t seem to illuminate.

Those who towered on the high ground and built the smoked walls of this ancient god.

Strangely, even the green of spring could not stain the haggard brown vegetation that was on the high ground and surrounded by iron railings.

This dark temple.

There is a terrible temptation that is irresistible.

Blake swallowed, and then he noticed.

“‘All the doors are sealed from the outside.'”

“However, the iron weld of the fence has fallen off, and it is just right to enter from here!”

If people are really so madly afraid of this place.

Then his actions will not be interfered with.

Then.

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

He subconsciously looked back.

When he noticed those people standing at the far end of the square, he immediately turned around and ran.

“Smack!”

Several windows on the street slammed shut.

At the same time, a fat woman sped out into the street and pushed several children into a dilapidated unpainted house, her face full of horror without looking back.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The figures on the road have disappeared completely.

“What… Create? ”

“What are you afraid of?” Blake’s face was full of confusion.

below the video.

A few short lines of text flickered by.

[Blake at the moment]

[I don’t know what I will face next]

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