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Chapter 123 A Hasty Escape

Strange and Christine were slowly approaching the church.

The closer I get to this place, the more I feel like I'm coming home.

Strange was too preoccupied with the strange feeling he was experiencing to notice anything else.

Whether it was the mysterious statues, the merman priests, or the slime they left behind, everything challenged his previous worldview.

"Watch out, Strange, it seems we've reached their opportunity point."

They saw light emanating from a room in front of them.

Through the window, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the devout and solemn figures of the merman priests.

They formed a circle, hands clasped together, chanting incantations, seemingly performing some ancient ritual.

An indescribable solemnity and mystery permeated the air, causing people to involuntarily hold their breath and concentrate.

At the same time, a strong fishy smell emanated from it, almost making Strange, who was used to a good life, faint.

"This smell is absolutely awful!"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

Christine quickly covered Strange's mouth, her eyes filled with warning and urgency.

She gently tugged at Rusty's sleeve, signaling him to take a few steps back so as not to be noticed by the merman priests.

The two retreated to a corner, trying to minimize their presence, while holding their breath to reduce their reaction to the pungent fishy smell.

"We can't be found out," Christine whispered, a hint of tension in her voice.

"These merman priests' rituals are clearly very important; we need to find a safer place to observe them."

Strange nodded, trying to calm his breathing and emotions.

The two carefully circled the windows of the prayer room, searching for a more concealed observation point.

Just then, the sound of prayer grew louder and slowly entered Strange's ears.

Like a key, it was meant to unlock the door to his memories, so that the image of Dagon, the great being whom the priests prayed to, would forever remain in Strange's memory.

"No, this can't be real!"

This immense psychological shock made Strange feel as if his brain was about to explode. The physical torment was merely a minor pain; the mental torment was truly unbearable.

Strange clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, trying to fight the mental pressure with physical pain.

His eyes were filled with struggle and confusion, as if he were standing on the edge of reality and illusion, being torn apart by an invisible force.

The hymns of prayer seemed like hymns welcoming him home.

Strange tried to resist, but the strong sense of belonging and the invasion of illusions made him feel a subtle curiosity and resonance deep inside.

He tried to shake his head, wanting to banish this sudden emotion, but the ancient syllables and melodies lingered in his mind like a spell.

Seeing this, Christine gently patted Strange's shoulder and asked softly, "Strange, what's wrong?"

Strange shuddered at Christine's soft question. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the scream that was about to escape his lips, but the mental pressure surged like a tidal wave, and he finally couldn't hold back and let out a low, painful groan.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night, instantly shattering the tranquility of the prayer room.

The merman priests' prayers abruptly ceased. They all turned their heads, their eyes, which shimmered strangely in the candlelight, scanning their surroundings for the source of the sound.

Christine's face turned pale instantly. She grabbed Strange's hand and whispered, "Run!"

The two quickly turned around and ran back the way they came.

However, the merman priests reacted faster than expected; they quickly surrounded them, emitting low, eerie roars.

The voices were filled with anger and threats, filling Strange and Christine with an unprecedented fear.

"Strange, at this rate, nobody's going to escape. Let's split up!"

Christine suddenly shouted, and she shoved Strange towards a side door.

He then charged in another direction, trying to draw the attention of the merman priest and buy Strange time to escape.

"Christine!"

Strange was shocked and terrified by the situation before him. He realized that Christine had sacrificed herself so that he could escape, an act that moved him and made him feel guilty.

He understood that Christine was now in grave danger, and the merman priests were rapidly closing in on her.

He rushed toward the side door, his heart filled with worry and concern for Christine.

He had to escape as soon as possible in order to find a way to save Christine.

Every moment felt incredibly long, and every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

However, just as Strange was about to rush out the side door, he couldn't help but glance back. He saw that the merman priests had surrounded Christine, and she was fighting them fearlessly, trying to buy herself a chance to survive.

"Christine!"

Strange shouted, his voice filled with immense grief and helplessness. In this life-or-death moment, Strange knew his own powerlessness and insignificance.

He couldn't go back to rescue Christine, nor could he change the current situation.

They had no choice but to leave quickly and find their other two companions. The three of them together might still have a chance to rescue Christine.

Thinking of this, Strange quickened his pace and ran away from there at the fastest speed he had ever run.

It was unclear whether it was because she was moving too fast, or because Christine had successfully drawn the attention of all the other merman priests.

After running for so long, no one stopped him.

Finally, after overcoming numerous difficulties, Strange arrived at the hotel where the group had stayed earlier and quietly went to West's room to knock on the door.

After knocking for a long time without any response, he accidentally pushed the door open.

However, West was not in the room, and the blankets were in disarray, indicating that he had rested in bed earlier.

Strange's heart skipped a beat; he had a very bad premonition.

He then went to Morales's room, which was similar to West's; the door opened with a push, and the blankets were in disarray.

With both of them no longer in the hotel, Strange felt increasingly uneasy.

It's unlikely that the two were out at night; they were more likely to have encountered some unpleasant incident.

Just then, a sound came from the corridor.

(End of this chapter)