My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 79 The Namer of the Great Secret History

Tick.

Blood dripped into a pool of blood.

The current Earl closed his eyes and said hoarsely:
"Is the ritual not yet completed?"

"It will be soon, sir." The person in charge of arranging the ceremony replied.

Hearing this, he sighed and stroked the parchment scroll in his hand with a very complicated mood.

It contained a record of a strange summoning ritual, unlike any he had ever seen.

In the past, Revere had claimed that the ritual on this scroll could resurrect the old count, but he always had doubts.

How could it be that easy?

Previously, Carl's words about relying on the power of the Red Cup were somewhat credible, after all, his father was a transcendent of the Cup Code.

But the ritual above, let alone the cup's rules, was so strange that he even felt that it did not belong to any of the nine rules.

Moreover, the conditions are extremely harsh.

"We need to sacrifice someone of the same bloodline..." His palms clenched and relaxed several times.

Forget it, it has come to this, what’s the point of worrying about it?

The shouting and screaming on the ground gradually became clearer, making the current earl's face gradually pale.

He clenched his teeth and felt regretful.

Suddenly, a joyful voice came from beside me:

"My lord, the ceremony is complete!"

Hearing this, the current Earl slowly opened his eyes.

The pool of blood was like a piece of black amber, without a single ripple.

Seven pale bodies huddled by the pool, their throats cut too neatly.

Their internal organs were completely hollowed out, their abdominal cavities were open, and they were filled with disgusting scavenging insects that were fighting each other and devouring their flesh and blood.

Judging from their facial features, they are even from the Wellington family.

However, after seeing all this, the current Earl's expression did not fluctuate at all.

"Roar!" He heard the roar of the zombie transformed by the old earl coming from the iron gate behind him.

He slowly walked to the edge of the blood pool and smiled sadly:
"Father, please help me one last time..."

The dagger cut across the throat and blood splattered.

In the last moment of life, the absurd past emerged like a kaleidoscope.

Finally, the picture stopped at the unfamiliar face of his father, old Earl of Wellington, who was walking away.

With a plop, he fell into a pool of blood.

The pool of blood was like a swamp, slowly swallowing up the current earl.

Seeing this, the person in charge of arranging the ceremony sighed, then turned around and opened the iron gate behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he also jumped into it like the current earl and was swallowed up.

With the deaths of the two of them, the ceremony seemed to have reached some formal conditions, and a vortex began to swirl in the center of the blood pool.

A zombie with gray hair and empty eyes slowly walked out from the iron gate.

If Jules were here, he would certainly recognize him - it was the old Earl of Wellington!

Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he stared blankly at the pool of blood in front of him.

For some reason, he was thirsty.

He lay down and began to drink the smelly blood in the pool.

Although he drank very quickly, the blood seemed endless and did not decrease at all.

At this moment, the fight between the insects in the seven corpses finally decided the winner.

A strange and twisted worm-like creature crawled towards the pool of blood and was sucked into the old earl's stomach along with the blood.

After the worm was sucked into the stomach, the old earl's dead eyes moved, and suddenly there was a hint of spirit.

……

Originally, the battle between the agents and the cultists was quite tense, but with the completion of the ceremony in the cellar, the situation suddenly changed dramatically.

The enemy who was still fighting in the previous second suddenly died without any warning in the next second, all the vitality in his body was drained away, and he was deader than dead.

Moreover, all the dead were members of the Wellington family.

"what happened?"

The ordinary detectives all breathed a sigh of relief, but the inspectors who knew more about the occult became more serious.

"What an evil ritual..."

"Go support Master Centipede!"

Just as they were about to take action, a large group of agents dressed similarly suddenly appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

"My apologies, everyone. We are following orders. Lord Vesti has ordered that no one be allowed to take another step forward."

Although the pro-aristocratic faction that came to stop them was weaker overall, the anti-aristocratic faction had just experienced a war not long ago and was not in good shape.

As a result, the two sides fell into a strange confrontation.

Taking this opportunity, Rogers stood with his hands behind his back, looking ahead.

Gradually, his brows furrowed:
"What about the boy?"

He didn't see Jules!
Why didn't they join the main force? They wouldn't die in here, would they? His eyes flickered, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

……

"Cough, cough..."

A cough suddenly sounded in the silent cellar.

"Damn it, Vesti..."

The centipede's figure slowly emerged from the entrance, its face extremely pale.

Just now, he and Sir Vesti had a secret battle, and the battle ended with Vesti fleeing in panic.

Although neither side had the intention of fighting to the death, it also consumed a lot of his energy.

After entering the cellar, Centipede saw the strange ceremony site and the old earl's back at a glance.

The aura emanating from this ritual is difficult to be accurately summarized by any of the nine principles.

The strange runes engraved on the surrounding stone tablets made him think of some bad memories.

"Is this... a ritual to summon worms?" His face was unusually solemn.

Worms, said to be born from the corpses of deceased Sichen, hold a strong malice towards everything in the world and can even travel through history.

If they are allowed to act, Mansu and the awakening world will become the next virtual world, and everything will be destroyed.

Even if the mortals in the world, or even Si Chen, were to use their brains to beat a dog, one thing was certain -

In the face of worms, even the Si Chen who hate each other the most will join forces.

He could see that the purpose of this ritual was to sacrifice all blood relatives in order to summon the worms!

"Using worm possession to achieve a different kind of resurrection..."

The centipede's gaze was fixed on the old earl, with extremely complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Finally, it freezes on hatred.

"Old man, I'm here to see you off for the last time."

"Huh..." The old earl's lips suddenly trembled, making a strange sound, as if he was still adapting to this body.

He stretched his body, forced a stiff smile, and said:

"Edmond Dantes, do you think you can do what you couldn't do back then?"

If Jules were present and heard this, he would definitely be in great shock.

The centipede turned out to be Edmond Dantes, the Ripper, and the protagonist of "The Count of Monte Cristo"!

The centipede wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said:
"Though you were brutal back then, it was ultimately out of your own free will. Now, you are nothing more than a puppet of the worms. How pathetic."

After he finished speaking, he flashed like lightning and appeared directly in front of him. He grabbed a dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely into the old earl's abdomen!

The old earl did not dodge or evade, but just kept chewing.

The dagger struck the old earl without breaking even a layer of skin.

The centipede narrowed its eyes and quickly retreated to avoid the old earl's counterattack.

"You swallowed up its sharp concept?"

The old earl said nothing, but just smiled creepily and approached step by step.

In a flash, the two men fought for dozens of rounds.

Finally, the centipede was exhausted and its weakness was exploited, and a big hole was opened in its abdomen.

"Cough cough..."

He leaned against the wall, his body covered in blood, some of the other person's, but more of his own.

The old earl staggered closer with a strange smile on his face:
"The taste of revenge on you will be quite delicious. It's like a pot of fine wine that has been brewing for decades..."

There wasn't even a hint of killing intent in his eyes, only endless appetite.

The centipede spat out a mouthful of blood and said lightly:
"You seem to have forgotten how I finally defeated you many years ago."

The old earl's expression froze for a moment, but then he returned to normal.

"The secret history is indeed effective for worms that can travel through history—but do you think it can be summoned at will? You were just lucky to succeed back then."

"That's possible..."

The centipede had no expression on his face. He pulled out the dagger and stabbed it directly into his neck, leaving an extremely terrible wound between his neck and shoulder.

The wound squirmed, but no blood oozed out. Instead, a key-shaped bone was revealed.

"Namer of the Great Secret History, traveler through history, I offer the key to the Treasure of Monte Cristo as a sacrifice. Please lower your projection and slay the worm..."

……

At this time, Yule had no plans to join the main force, so he was able to bypass those blockers and head directly towards the direction where the centipede was.

He could sense that something was wrong over there.

"It seems that there is an aura related to the secret history..." he thought.

He was thinking about what to do next when suddenly a reminder sounded in his mind:

[Due to the ritual summons, the sixth historical fragment, Jack the Ripper, has temporarily returned from his disappearance]

[Progress will be carried over, but the content and objectives of the fragments will change]

[Please note that due to the special effects of the ritual, the fragments will be lost again after 60 seconds. If you enter before then, the fragments will be temporarily stabilized, and the passage of time will be infinitely delayed.]

(End of this chapter)