The Modern Age of the Mysterious - Vol 2 Chapter 684

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Arthur’s ectoplasm forms an umbrella, and he stands in the rain. A mountain of liquid above his head collapsed, and all the foul-smelling liquid was crashing down.

The rain has some heat, that is the ballistic heat of blasphemy.

In such rain, Arthur took out a cigarette case from his arms with ectoplasm. Hold the steel lighter in your hand, light the cigarette and take a light puff. He likes to have one after he solves a problem.

Not far behind him, a flock of birds started up on a tree, like sparkling waves shining in the air on the tree.

The elegiac birds shook their dusty wings and finally left the big tree. They still have a journey to conquer.

Arthur lightly exhaled a puff of smoke: “God favors explorers…

“But when God gets confused, I make it up.”

He never doubted that he could perfectly solve this problem, and he never forgot that he was the Ace-level leader of the association and a candidate for Joker.

As the rain stopped, his hands dropped, and he looked down to see Hydraar’s shattered core struggling to piece itself together. A small number of polyps try to form its body.

Arthur didn’t raise his gun again. Killing the guard is different from severely injuring it. The death of the guard may attract the attention of the dreamer.

Kicking the severely injured core into the river, Arthur walked towards the corridor of eternal sleep…

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It’s not that Moonlight has never seen a person with a sense of relaxation, but he didn’t expect to see two relaxed people in such a place.

Sean and Arthur chatted peacefully by the fire. If the bonfire burning in front of them was firewood and the surrounding buildings were not generated by Shoggoths, it would make people think that they were having a picnic in the New Testament suburbs.

“Let’s…should we hurry up?” The pianist still couldn’t understand the mental state of the enlightened man, and his heart was still gripped by fear, “After all, Arthur seriously injured a guard and bribed an heir… That guy will know this sooner or later, right?…”

“It makes sense.” Arthur said, “It’s almost time to set off. However, before setting off, I need to pass on the key content of this note to you…”

After a brief explanation with the aid of the illustrations on the notes, the group extinguished the bonfire and set off.

Walked along the promenade to a low-lying place, climbed out of a pipe with a complex structure, and came to the ground surrounded by tall buildings.

The damp walls are covered with brightly colored moss, and the fleshy folds of the walls outline patterns like the trend of mountains. It looks like a huge mural of unknown meaning.

The accumulated water in the dark alley has dripped into a pool of stagnant water. On the opposite side of the stagnant water, there are will-o’-the-wisp eyes staring at the strange outsider in the invisible darkness.

The aging Great Dream Familiars used the notochord to drag and crawl in the corner. They have already broken away from the enthusiasm given by the dream master’s original liquid, and instinctively want to return to the hard skull. Aged and no longer useful, they became something like hermit crabs in the bottom ecology of R’lyeh. The steel helmets floating on the swamp river, the abandoned clay pots in the corner, they use all the strange things they can find as their walking nests.

Two gray jerboa-like things flashed out from the corner, dragging the big dream family who was hiding in the clay pot. Two small, gray-haired creatures bit the prey’s notochord and pulled out the shriveled brain. This low-level creature named “Qiqie” possesses a strange dream-making ability. Every time it is frightened, it will grow more eyes and escape legs, and its body is covered with redundant limbs. Too much eye blinking, dizzying. These two Qiqie were chewing with their heads down, their mouths covered with jelly, and when they realized that someone was passing by, they dragged their twitching relatives into the narrow place.

Passing through the airtight gaps, Xiao En and his party finally reached the edge of the city, crossed the swamp river in which Hyderal was dying, and there was a vast tundra ahead. The tundra is a depressing livid purple, like a dead body lying in the morning mist.

Before the tundra, there is also a large uplift of large basalt rocks. The interior of these rocks has been hollowed out, and the surface presents many irregular cavities. It looked like a mass of bloated, festering sores growing on a corpse.

“This is a lair of the year-old man.” As Arthur said, the hand-painted map engraved in Sean’s Shengen space marked this place, “We must have Binon in our hands to pass the nightmare wall on the edge of the tundra.” .”

A group of people walked into the cave and gradually entered the underground of the tundra. Occasionally there is an open window overhead, from which you can glimpse the gloomy sky of R’lyeh…

In the darkness deep in the cave, there was a dense sound of grinding teeth.

I see it, old man. At this moment, this large insect is resting collectively. They are densely crowded on a rock wall, and each one is the size of a fist.

The Niannian is an ash-like color throughout, with strange markings on its back. In the dark, they looked like blurred faces moving slowly.

The insect gathers “binon” to feed its mother and bribe R’lyeh’s overseers. Binong is the “nectar” secreted by the plants that leak the soul surge. Its properties are similar to the dream master’s original solution, but the concentration is extremely low, and it is mixed with various toxins and impurities, so it can be regarded as an inferior “original solution”. The bottom foragers love that kind of thing fanatically, and the gluttonous eaters all die on the poisonous needle of the year-end man.

In the dark, carefully observe the grimaces wriggling on the rock wall, and you can see a thin, death-like gray needle hanging from their “jaws”. The poisonous needle will cause a huge bump to rise on the skin of the person, and the bump is hosted by some kind of small brain tissue. The “swollen brain” is connected to the nerves, and it keeps having weird nightmares day and night, which can torture people to madness. No one wants to be stung by Wangnianweng.

These contents, the naming of this strange insect, and the method of crossing the edge of the tundra are all recorded in Clark Stella’s notes.

Not only that, but there are also many tricks and methods recorded in the notes, for example, the methods of driving away the year-end man and collecting Binong.

Arthur’s fingers were in the air to assist his mind in shaping the spiritual matter, and he was shaping some kind of strange “instrument”. That musical instrument looks like a huge cow stomach.

Then, Arthur blew the gas into the cavity, trying to vibrate the thin sheet made of ectoplasm, while expelling the gas regularly:

“Tuck, Li!…Tuck, Li!” The cavity instrument in front of him burst into a deep roar. This is the roar of Shoggoth, the builder and maintainer of R’lyeh. The most feared by the year-end man is this kind of selfless scavenger. The group of grimaces became restless, and they made a noise, swarming like a swarm of locusts out of the crypt.

The passage leading to the interior is exposed, and the big honey bag that is heavy and glowing with green light can be seen from a distance. It lies in the darkness below, like the green heart of a tundra corpse that has stopped beating.

Walking into the depths, Moonlight was surprised to find that the bloated honey bag seemed to be a person who was hung upside down.

His internal organs were hollowed out, and the year-end man poured the collected Binong from his lower part into his body, making him swell like a meat ball.

Moonlight stood a little further away, he didn’t dare to look at the man’s swollen face that glowed green due to the filling of Beon in his body.

“Hurry up~www.mtlnovel.com~ he said.

Arthur crouched down, and the ectoplasm formed a small plectrum again, like a string of copper coins. He swayed slightly, making the rustling sound of a year-old mother begging for honey…

What happened next caused Moonlight to cry out in the dark.

The Hanged Man’s swollen lips parted, letting out a hoarse sigh. Viscous liquid with glistening green light gushed out of his mouth, flowed across his forehead, and formed a thin line on the top of his head.

“He’s still alive!?” Moonlight exclaimed

“No, it’s just some nerve tissue left over to receive commands to open and close the mouth—they made the corpse into a kind of automatic container.”

Arthur filled a bottle of Binon, shook the bracelet again, and the sugar bag man closed his mouth.

Moonlight turned around. He boasted that he had experienced a lot, but he still couldn’t help but feel nauseous after seeing this scene. He took a deep breath of the smelling salts and ran out of the deep hole first.