Beneath the grey dead silence, a flock of black scavengers stands atop a statue of the church of Cthulhu.

"Quack~"

The shrill cries drifted into the distance with the foul breeze, and as if they had discovered something, they immediately flapped their wings and flew towards a corner, covering the place to the fullest.

"Dada~"

A faint sound of footsteps came from the street, and a thin child hobbled forward, clutching a pocket in his hand.

As they passed around the corner, they alarmed the scavenging birds, flapping their wings and flying back onto the church's statue of Cthulhu.

And they just surrounded the covered area, revealing a pile of rotting, fishy corpses.

The little boy had long been numb to this, and walked to the church with a blank face.

Pushing open the door, the people lying on the ground in the church, without exception, were all in a state of mind and sluggish.

Among them, there are many people whose bodies are ulcerated, with pustules or herpes.

The little boy walked up to a middle-aged woman lying in the corner, opened his pocket, and quietly pulled out a glass bottle containing a pale yellow liquid.

"Mom, this is a potion bottle I found to cure dark erosion syndrome, there is still some left in it, I mixed some water, you can drink it, maybe you can feel better."

The middle-aged woman looked at her child with a pale face, her eyes reddened, and she stroked his face with her hand.

"Xiaoge is really sensible, you drink, Mom is fine, it's almost well, you see, isn't it more powerful for me to speak?"

The child nodded as if he didn't understand, and drank the pale yellow liquid at his mother's strong request again.

"Xiao Ge, mom will sleep."

With that, the mother turned her back and quietly undressed herself, revealing her belly, which had already rotted and suppurated.

The plague had already caused her body to decay, and the potions that cured the Dark Erosion Syndrome could not cure the plague.

The tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped, and she suppressed the trembling body, and then closed her eyes.

And people infected with the plague abound here.

They were remote towns far from the city, and they were among the first to break out of the plague.

In order to further curb the spread of the plague, the city has long since cut off its connection with their town.

It can also be said that they are now an abandoned place.

Almost half of the people have died from the plague, and at first the bodies could have been disposed of, but now no one cares.

They are all thrown outside on the corner of the street, to be eaten by rotting or scavengers.

As for the spread of the plague that will breed further?

It doesn't matter anymore, those who can be infected with the plague have already been infected, and those who are not infected are only a matter of time.

All the humans who are still alive for the time being are gathered in the churches of various factions.

The reason why they gather in these places is because they want to get what they believe, or those who don't have faith, and they also hope to end the plague on themselves under the protection of these unknown and strange beings.

They don't have that ability, they don't care about the life and death of themselves and others, or they enjoy their own desperate and painful appearance......

There are many possibilities, but they all point to the ineffectiveness of their prayers.

Even those who have gained some strength from the existence of faith to be able to manipulate magical energy and become potions masters have become carriers of the plague.

They endured the torture of illness, watched themselves step by step towards death, and slowly fell into the abyss of despair.

Their pre-existing beliefs have become no longer strong, or rather...... It's never been strong.

They just want to gain from their faith the power to transcend ordinary people, and to be able to solve all kinds of crises from this world on their own.

But when you're in a crisis and your beliefs can't solve the problem, it really doesn't matter.

They all wished for it, because the sheer number of corpses piled up here directly attracted the legendary abomination.

After all, they all know rumors about abomination, and when He appears, it will bring more than just death, but give you endless life.

What exactly this means, or whether it's true or false, they don't know.

But it was always possible to end their suffering directly.

But unfortunately, I don't know if it's because there are too many places that suffer from the plague, and abomination appears in the rest of the places, and abomination doesn't come to them anyway.

In the midst of the plague-tormented church of despair, the door was pushed open again.

Some people who were still in relatively good condition walked in with a loading machine that was powered by magic energy and loaded with food.

"Everyone is coming to dinner, everyone is awake, everyone is shouting to each other."

Some dragged their tired bodies along, and some opened their dull eyes from their slumber.

And there are some people...... Never woke up again.

"Mom, wake up, it's time to eat."

"Mom, don't go to sleep."

"Mom?"

"Mom! Woo woo woo~"

The child, named Xiaoge, pushed his mother's body and screamed loudly, but gradually turned into a cry on top of his mother.

Although he is not very old, he has seen many of this during this time.

There is no one who can't wake up...... Unless already dead.

Crying is already a common thing in this, and no one pays attention to your emotions, and it has long been insensitive.

Every time you eat, it's also a time to verify if anyone has died.

Together with the child's mother, five more bodies were born in the church.

Bodies began to be moved for disposal, and the disposal was naturally thrown into the corner of the street outside the church.

At this time, it is also the moment when everyone's silence and despair expand.

No one knows if they will be the next corpse to be thrown out, still rotting and pecked by scavengers.

Some people began to pray silently, and the goal of prayer was naturally not to be unable to provide them with any help, the existence of the previous faith.

Instead, the target shifted to the plague, the disease itself.

If you are trapped by plague or disease, pray that the plague or disease will stay away from you, or that you will survive the infection.

The next one to die will not be himself.

It's like when humans first believed in the existence of those strange and strange things, they did so under the fear and despair created by the other party.

I hope that I will be protected from disaster, or that I will have the strength to protect myself.

It began with the belief in plague and disease, and it also began from this.

As one person begins to pray, more people begin to join in the prayer.

And this kind of thing doesn't just happen in this one town.

More and more people are joining in praying about the plague and the disease itself.

At the same time, an invisible force is slowly gathering together in this prayer.