Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

In the underground cave beneath the hut, five cultists who worship Cthulhu gathered together.

They wore black robes to cover their faces, but their voices revealed them to be human.

They held some unidentifiable objects in one hand and a book in the other, with a huge six-pointed star magic circle under their feet, and many strange objects around them.

In the middle of the area they surrounded, there were six young men bound together like pretzel knots, and a corpse that had been disemboweled.

The six young people were filled with terror, twisting and turning and making "woo woo woo" sounds.

They were not writhing to make noise and escape, but simply out of fear, wanting to beg the cultists for mercy.

With all these factors combined, the cultists' purpose is self-evident.

They are holding a sacrificial ceremony!

"Is that investigator dead?"

"I could still feel the flow of life in him, but he was shot and probably won't live much longer."

"Although we failed once and obtained a fragment... we have seven chances to seek the blessing of the Great Master from the void. Let's deal with that investigator first and not make any more mistakes because of his interference."

"Our friends will help us solve this."

The five people were talking, and at the same time they turned their heads to look at the pool next to them.

As they looked, a string of bubbles rose from the pool, and a tall, bald monster rose from them.

It has a fish head and a human body, with a gray-green body but a white belly. Its limbs have webbed fingers, its body is covered with scales, its eyes protrude like fish eyes and never close, and it has gills on its neck that open and close, which looks very strange.

It has a strong fishy smell and looks very stupid, but it has extremely high intelligence.

These are the Deep Ones, the most faithful followers of Cthulhu, servants of Cthulhu, and retinues of the Great Old One Dagon!

"hiss!"

A sharp hiss rang out; the Deep One was clearly saying something.

The five Cthulhu cultists opposite them, however, were not afraid of this strange, supernatural creature.

Moreover, they are not even afraid of death.

As followers of Cthulhu, everything they do is to gain power and wait for the stars to reach their designated positions so that they can liberate the Lord of R'lyeh, whom they believe in, at that crucial moment!

"Stop making pointless noise. It's just that the excessive sacrifices have attracted the attention of the Six Doors. Go and take care of that investigator, and we'll continue the ritual."

The leader of the believers waved his hand casually, as if dismissing a pet.

A complex and intelligent glint flashed in the Deep One's eyes. It showed no anger or rebuttal, but simply turned quietly and walked upstairs.

After it left, the believers began to chant ancient blessings, conveying their voices to the Lord they believed in.

The leader took out a sharp knife and continued the ritual they had not yet finished.

The Deep One swaggered down the stairs, crossed a dry well, opened a door, and entered a small room in the cabin.

Puff puff……

It slowly lifted its foot and moved forward gently.

But its webbed feet are wet and sticky, so even the slightest movement, with each hop, inevitably makes a sound.

Soon, it arrived at the altar where the Cthulhu statue was located...

……

After a dizzying moment, Ye Ming opened his eyes.

His enhanced vision, a result of dual-layered soul enhancement, allowed him to easily see everything in the darkness. In the pitch-black hut, besides himself, there was only the statue on the table next to him.

In his hand, he held not only a pistol, but also three vials emitting a strange glow!

Their cheat codes allow them to carry supplies!

"Excellent, a great start!"

Without hesitation, Ye Ming opened the stopper and drank all three vials of medicine.

The special magical potion began to take effect, the healing potion helped him stop the bleeding quickly, and the regenerating flesh squeezed the bullet out of his abdomen!

The toughness potion strengthened his skin, the speed potion stimulated his nerves, making his mind clearer, and even the pollution was rapidly diminishing!

"Very good, the protagonist has stood up." Ye Ming grinned silently.

Click.

Ye Ming stood up, casually brushed the ash off his clothes, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring.

He lit a cigarette specially made by the Investigation Bureau, which could dispel dark magic and enhance a person's mental strength and resistance.

Ye Ming walked forward, picked up the cloth from the ground, covered the Cthulhu statue with it, then picked up the gun that had fallen to the side, squatted down to check the bullets, and then rummaged through the clothes to check the talismans.

His bullets all come from the Wilmas Foundation; they are all special bullets capable of harming Deep Ones and Ghouls.

The talisman paper is a unique item of the China Investigation Bureau, and it has a very obvious power to restrain cultists.

Of course, this thing comes from Nyarlathotep, and using it too much will easily attract His attention.

"My equipment is in good condition, and I still have ten bullets left. Next, I just need to find those guys and give each of them one."

Ye Ming gripped his gun, and as he checked it, a shadow gradually approached...

A faint fishy smell lingered around my nose, and the surrounding air became damp, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on my heart, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

The soft "poof poof poof" sounds lingered in my ears.

If he hadn't taken the speed potion, which indirectly enhanced his reaction time, he wouldn't have heard that crucial, life-threatening sound!

Are they here...?

Three steps behind, a tall figure with heavy but controlled steps, not a ghoul, so the one appearing here must be a Deep One.

In an instant, Ye Ming's mind flashed through the methods of using hundreds of special firearms.

All of that came from Ye Ming in Warhammer 40k. Every move, every skill, and every environmental simulation battle of Ye Ming in Warhammer 40k flashed through Ye Ming's mind at this moment.

In just a moment, a set of applicable combat techniques emerged.

The next second—

"Click!"

"Bang!"

The bullet left the barrel, and the strong smell of gunpowder exploded in his nostrils. With the enhancement of his powerful mental strength, Ye Ming saw the trajectory of the bullet and also saw his enemy.

"Pfft!"

The bullet struck the target with a sound, followed by flying blood and flesh, creating a large hole in the opponent's chest!

"Roar roar roar!"

The Deep One howled in pain. Human weapons were surprisingly effective against flesh and blood; even a specially made large-caliber revolver could inflict considerable damage on it.

It fell to the ground with a large hole in its chest, from which green blood gushed out continuously.

"The Deep One, as expected."

Ye Ming calmly stepped forward and fired another shot at the Deep One's head.

"Bang!"

The Deep One's head exploded, but its body continued to twitch. However, it didn't matter; even if it didn't die, it wouldn't be able to move.

Ye Ming retreated, looking in the direction the Deep One had come from, while keeping a safe distance from it to prevent it from being chosen by Dagon and, if not completely dead, gaining power to ambush him.

"Found it."

Ye Ming quickly found the door and saw a dry well behind it.

Without hesitation, he took out a glow stick, turned it on, and then jumped down.

As an investigator, he has encountered many extraordinary beings.

His sixth sense and familiarity with Cthulhu believers told him that this time he should go straight for the enemy!

click -

The moment he landed, Ye Ming felt that he had stepped on something.

At the same time, the glow stick took effect. The moment the light came on, Ye Ming subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the thing at his feet.

It was a bamboo slip with six small seal characters written on it—"The Secret Scripture of the Mysterious Lord in Seven Chapters"!

"Snapped!"

Ye Ming lost his composure in an instant, kicked the bamboo slip away with all his might, and couldn't help but curse out loud.

"I'm %# (a type of plant)!"

"What kind of awful place is this?! Why is there so much dog poop?!"