Night.

The sky was overcast. From the beginning of the afternoon, the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain at any time.

All the dogs in the village were barking. Shadowy mountains crept in the distance, and nightjars and other unnamed birds played with their creepy, weeping calls, like demonic grins.

"Ugh."

Years later, Osborne, the grocery store owner, will remember this night as he lies on his sickbed, about to take his last breath.

Like the night Wilbur Waterley Jr. was born, there was a terrible howl in the mountains, drowning out the sounds of dogs and nighthawks. Every house was closed for fear that the legendary Dark Wizard Wottley would break into the house with the "unclean" he had summoned.

……

The screaming came naturally from Wilbur's terrible brother.

It speaks simple English, as well as a few fragmented spells, but most of the time it just howls.

At this moment, near Dunwich, on the mountain road around Sentinel Ridge, the Watley family and Oliver trekked hard to the top of the mountain.

Lavinia looked thin, but she had always been in the habit of walking in the mountains, and this level of climbing was easy for her, and she carried a large package on her back; On the contrary, the elderly old Wottley was already a little overwhelmed in terms of physical strength.

There was a disgusting stench in the air. On the muddy ground in front of old Watley, Wilbur Watley's invisible brother stepped on the ground with grotesque footprints.

Old Watley and Lavinia went one after the other, maintaining the improved spells of Little Watley. They had to squeeze almost all their energy out of it to barely restrain it. Little Waterley, who was at the front, didn't even think about helping his grandfather or comforting his brothers.

The humanoid son of Yog Sothos haunted Oriva.

"I'm curious," asked Little Waterley, "that you'll be studying at Miskatonik University in a hundred years—and you'll be able to use that library." Have you ever read the Oriental Necronomicon? Can you tell me ......"

I don't know if I will succeed in opening the door to the void in the future, little Watley thought expectantly. Perhaps, the father will only take his own brothers; Perhaps, it will happily drag the entire earth into the bottomless void chasm.

Olive turned her head to keep little Waterley from rolling her eyes.

"Forget the Necronomicon," said Olive without looking back, "and all the useful knowledge is in my head. ”

Oliver had contact with the future U-M "Emeritus Professors" and knew what happened to Watley.

Little Watley is extremely talented in magic, but his combat power is really enough...... He begged to borrow the Necronomicon but couldn't, sneaked into the library in the middle of the night to steal the book, and died with a whimper.

What else could she say?

Said that you were actually bitten to death by a watchdog because you broke into the secret library at night?

Not only did he not have time to use magic, but he brought a revolver for self-defense, but the magazine was not loaded yet...... (Note)

You're so weak, does your dad know......

"I don't think a mortal brain can remember the whole knowledge of the Necronomicon." Although he knew that the person in front of him was very important to him, little Watley couldn't help but sneer at him. Olive presented him with powerful futuristic technology, but it wasn't enough to convince him completely.

The vigorous industrial movement of the nineteenth century was a short-lived grasshopper in Dunwich. In the eyes of the inhabitants here, there is little difference between technology and superstition.

"Summoning a great god is not something you can do by following a script," said Olive, "and we've gathered a lot of information in the future. ”

A strange and viscous wind blew from the valley and swept over Sentinel Ridge with a deep sound, as if the mountains were whistling.

"I understand that spell is not easy," muttered old Watley breathlessly, "to invite the great Yog Sothos here, we must make use of the stone sacrificial towers or altars on the hill or in the open field—Sentinel Ridge's is a good one—and then appoint a human sacrifice......"

The rudimentary cylindrical ring built on the top of the hill is the oldest building in Dunwich. It was used by both Indians and wizards of European immigrants.

"The altar is indeed good. But do you think that with altars, spells, and sacrifices, spells will succeed? Olive asked rhetorically.

"I ......"

"Abdul Alhazred doesn't jump out of the Necronomicon to tell you," Olive said gently, "even if you do everything well and recite the incantation, you may not be able to get the attention of the One Who All Things Are One." For the great Yog Sothos to deign to descend here, you need extraordinary luck. Of course, there is no way to increase this probability. ”

Little Watley frowned.

"Oh, magic is always like that." He said unhappily. His monstrous brother let out a series of muffled growls from the sidelines.

"Of course, your bloodline is in your favor, and if you become a mortal, the summoner's bloodline must belong to a family that has worshipped the One for at least two centuries - only then can the summoner be favored by the Lord of the Void." Oliver said.

"Wait......" Little Watley was fine, his grandfather was already starting to get dizzy.

[Listening test 49/50 success with punishment Watley Jr.]

[Lavinia with punishment listening test 8/15 success]

[Old Watley with punishment listening test failed 59/15]

[Olive Listening with Punishment Failed 24/20]

"Wilbur, did you hear anything?" The wind was howling, the birds were chirping, the monsters were roaring, but Lavinia was still discerning something else in the chaos.

"It must be psychological, Lavinia." Old Watley said, wrapping his coat tightly. It's summer, but there's an unusual cold hidden in the mountains.

"No......," Wilbur Waterley Jr. warned, "I heard it too." Right above us...... What's ......."

The sky was dark.

[Wilbur Watley Jr.'s Detective Check with Punishment 80/75 Failed]

[Lavinia's Detective with Punishment Failed 88/15]

[Olive Punishment Investigation Check 7/15 Success]

"It's a drone!" Suddenly Oliver exclaimed, "Green Delta's drone - we're ...... soon"

……

Sentinel Ridge, on top of a hill.

"Ready." Chen Qiang ordered softly.

With a night vision device with thermal imaging function, Chen Qiang and others watched this scene with pity. Even the invisible monster was clear - it was a terrifying thing to see it all at once, but just seeing the outline through the instrument from a safe distance made the disgusting thing less.

Richard Pickman watched the scene with pity.

Fortunately, this time, he and Chen Qiang were on the side, the ghoul thought happily.

"Let's start dispersing." Chen Qiang instructed.

The Watley family's reaction was exactly what he expected. However, when little Watrey found out that he was being attacked, he did not cast a spell or find cover in the first place, but flew towards the package his mother was carrying, as if it were the most important thing in his life.

Pen fun pigeon