My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 94: Holy Water Baptism of Blood and Flesh

As he went deeper, Yule heard an unexpectedly familiar voice coming from inside -

"Mom... please, I really don't want to become like that..."

Listen to that voice...Alan?
He raised his brows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

I had guessed before that something was probably wrong with Alan, but I never thought we would meet here again.

But Jules did not show any abnormality, just blending silently into the crowd.

With the sound of flippers flapping, the familiar basement appeared before his eyes again.

However, the altar had obviously been repaired more carefully.

As soon as he entered the basement, Jules' eyes turned to the altar.

He felt a little disappointed when he saw that there was only a black bone on the altar, the same as the one in the Sixth History Fragment, instead of a complete black skeleton.

However, I am also somewhat relieved.

At least for now, there is no risk of facing that thing directly.

Since it is part of the ascension ceremony, even if its power level is not as high as that of a true immortal, it is probably not far off.

At the same time, Allen's tearful conversation also reached Jules:
"Mom, I don't want to be baptized... I am your dearest son... Please wake up... You were not like this before..."

"Ah..." After the hoarse breathing sound, the woman's voice sounded:
"Alan, why don't you understand? Only after being baptized can we get closer to God the Father and better serve our Lord..."

Jules looked in the direction of the sound.

Alan was seen tied to a chair with his hands tied behind his back, leaving several deep blood marks. Judging from his tired appearance, it was obvious that he had been here for some time.

In front of him was a woman with extremely severe "atavism", with bulging eyes, gray skin, and her body covered with mucus secretions.

At this moment, she was staring at Allen intently, putting great pressure on the latter.

"Alan, I'm so disappointed... I raised you up, and this is all you're going to do to repay your mother?"

These words seemed to touch Alan's nerves, making him silent.

Seeing this, the woman nodded with satisfaction. Turning around, she saw the Deep Diver Bishop, grinned, and said:
"Your Excellency the Bishop, can we finally begin the baptism ceremony?"

The bishop's gills opened and closed, and his mouth made a strange sound like bubbles, but the woman understood what he meant. She immediately turned her head and said in surprise:

"The bishop has agreed to baptize you! Alan, why don't you thank him right away!"

Alan raised his head and gave the Deep Diver Bishop a cold look.

"I don't want to become a monster like it."

There was contempt in his words.

However, as soon as the words fell, the woman slapped Allen in the face and scolded him:
"Do you think this is a choice? This is the highest honor!"

"Your father returned to the Father's Kingdom because he refused to accept this supreme honor. Do you want to be like that stubborn old man?"

Hearing this, Alan fell silent again, his eyes full of sadness.

He didn't understand why it turned out like this.

The originally happy family of three was destroyed along with Innsmouth in the past just because of this damn Dagon belief.

Not far away, Jules saw all this happening.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly deduced the general reason based on what Allen said before and his performance not long ago.

Allen said he had no home, but he was actually lying. He still had a "monster family", and this might be the real reason why he didn't leave Innsmouth.

Although her mother turned into a monster, she still retained normal thinking and was able to communicate with herself.

But he didn't want to become like that, so he ran to the Steam Church every day to seek refuge.

Unfortunately, it eventually fell to its current state.

"A baptism ceremony..."

Yule saw that the Deep Diver Bishop didn't seem to care about Allen's offense. He just opened his mouth and made the same strange sound as before.

Soon, two other burly divers stepped forward and carried a huge stone jar to the altar.

The bishop came to the stone jar and saw what was inside. He frowned and then spoke in a language that Jules did not understand.

But this time, Jules understood what the other party wanted to express.

The stone jar seemed to have contained some smelly, thick, asphalt-like liquid before, which was exactly the same as the product of the ritual in his memory.

But at this moment, it has already seeped to the bottom, and only the water stains on the wall of the tank show its former use.

The bishop pondered for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Allen and his mother.

"You two, come here."

Although the language used this time was still distorted and hoarse, it was a language familiar to everyone.

The woman was overjoyed and quickly dragged Alan over.

"Your Excellency, are you going to be baptized?"

The bishop nodded gently and said, "You go in first."

His skinny fingers tapped the wall of the tank, causing a long echo in the basement.

Hearing this, the woman was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly:
"But the one who was baptized was not..."

"Don't worry, he will be baptized." The bishop grinned, with a few strands of seaweed hanging from his uneven, rotten teeth.

Jules looked at this scene with a frown on his face, not quite understanding what the bishop was going to do.

After the woman sat in the stone vat, the bishop said hoarsely:

"But baptism requires holy water—and right now, there's not enough holy water."

His expression twisted instantly, and he grabbed a stone hammer from the side and smashed it down at the woman in the jar at an astonishing speed!

The speed was so fast that Jules couldn't react.

The woman didn't even have time to scream before she was smashed into a pulp by hammer after hammer.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, some of them stuck to the ceiling, while some of them flew onto Alan who was standing there in a daze.

"Mom..." His lips trembled slightly, his brain was instantly blanked by this sudden change, and for a moment he couldn't even make any sad expression.

At this moment, the meat paste seemed to have some reaction with the remaining asphalt-like liquid inside and began to melt into a thicker black liquid.

Yule looked at the bloody scene in front of him, his stomach churning, but he forced himself not to show it.

It seems that although the people of Innsmouth are innocent, it is hard to say when they become monsters...

"Well, the holy water should be enough for now." The bishop gave a terrifying smile.

Then he threw the blood-stained stone hammer casually and reached out to pull Alan over.

"This is the baptism opportunity your mother fought for you. Don't let her down."

The ropes on Allen were untied.

However, Alan, who seemed to be frightened just now, suddenly roared, picked up the blood-stained stone hammer next to him and smashed it at the bishop!
The bishop showed sarcasm on his face, and with a flick of his scepter, he knocked the seemingly extremely heavy stone hammer away.

"We have the good intention of having you baptized, to escape from the lowly human race and become one of Father God's followers. Since you don't appreciate it, there is nothing we can do."

Alan lay on the ground, looking at the bishop's slowly approaching figure, his eyes full of despair.

He closed his eyes, used up all his strength, and roared:
"Just wait, you monsters will be wiped out sooner or later!"

The bishop's expression remained unchanged, and just as he was about to kill Allen, he suddenly stopped.

Then, his body twisted into an angle that no human could ever do and he slid to the ground.

An almost invisible line of blood passed by the place where the bishop had just been, and at the same time, it directly cut off a small half of the stone jar. The fragments fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"Huh?" Allen thought he was dead. When he heard some movement and opened his eyes, he saw the bishop not far away getting up from the ground in a panic.

Following the bishop's terrifying gaze, he saw a figure he had never imagined -

The new steam priest seemed to be called Jules.

"Is it him?" Alan's pupils shrank slightly.

He thought that the steam priest had escaped or died outside, but he didn't expect him to appear here!

Jules just glanced at Allen and said nothing more.

Then, with a sudden lift of her hands, the blood splattered from Alan's mother instantly broke away from the ground, turning into blood arrows that shot towards those burly deep divers!
It was not particularly difficult for him to control this ownerless blood whose owner was already dead.

The blood arrows instantly pierced through the bodies of several deep divers, causing them to fall to the ground before they could even scream.

The bishop stretched out his staff to block his throat and screamed sharply.

Jules originally wanted to kill the bishop in one go, but when he heard the strange voice, he couldn't help but feel a splitting headache, and even the momentum of his attacks slowed down.

It is harsh, yet soothing; it is simple, yet chaotic.

"He's actually a transcendent of the Moth Code?" Feeling this strange chaotic power, the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly became a little stronger.

He now understood that the reason why he had not been discovered by the bishop before was entirely because he was careful and did not rely on the moth cloak to sneak in as before, but added a layer of physical camouflage.

In front of the second-level "barber", the moth cloak is completely transparent!
At the same time, Jules discovered that the hair on his head began to fall off rapidly, and the calluses began to fade, revealing the bright red new skin underneath - even the flesh under the new skin began to wither.

The power from the Moth Code is stripping away the "unnecessary things" on him!
Without any hesitation, Jules stabbed his own arm fiercely, and blood spurted out, attacking the bishop's vitals as if it had life!

The bishop obviously did not expect that Jules's methods were so strange and decisive. He was caught off guard and his throat was pierced in an instant.

Its bulging eyes stared at the ceiling, and it could no longer make a sound.

"Interesting..." Yule took two breaths and looked at the more deep divers pouring in around him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Since you have been completely twisted into monsters, I can only rescue you..."

Alan huddled in the corner, watching in horror as Yule massacred the remaining Deep Ones.

He didn't even know when the massacre ended.

I only remember that when the smelly blood mixed with fish scales flowed in front of me, Yule's calm voice rang out:
"Can you please excuse me for a moment? I need to take care of some personal matters here."

(End of this chapter)