Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

"This is definitely a conspiracy!"

Ye Ming's eyes twitched. Although he cursed aloud, his professionalism allowed him to control his voice.

He looked down at the bamboo slips.

He has been an investigator for five years. Although he is a seasoned veteran and somewhat decadent, his emotions have always remained stable!

Never before have things gone so turbulently, even to the point of being on the verge of collapse!

"What the hell have these damned cult followers done?!"

After thinking for a moment, Ye Ming picked up the bamboo slips and put them in his pocket.

These things must be taken back for professional destruction. If they are just left here, Nyarlathotep's "fate" will allow them to see the light of day again, and then they will be difficult to control.

Ye Ming looked around and saw torches. He followed the direction illuminated by the torches and soon saw the light ahead.

"Great...please..."

Intermittent prayers could be heard. Ye Ming pressed himself against the corner of the wall and cautiously peeked out.

He saw the five evil god followers dressed in black robes, and he also saw the five people who were trapped.

Four of them were chanting while holding books, while another was vigorously slashing at something with a dagger.

Well, the reason we only see five people trapped is because the one kicking on the ground is beyond saving...

Before Ye Ming could make a move, the cultist in front of him angrily flung what he was holding away and shouted, "Damn it!"

"Why are these heretical things still heretical! My Lord, why don't you bless us!"

Snapped!

The things he threw fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Ye Ming lowered his head: ...silence.

"Be careful what you say!"

Several other cult members stopped chanting and warned the other man, one of whom even stepped forward and slapped him.

"Yes... I beg my Lord's forgiveness, please forgive my sins..."

After being hit, the man calmed down and knelt on the ground, praying softly.

The others, however, were discussing it in hushed tones.

"Another failure. We still haven't received the Lord's revelation. Could it be that the bishop's prophecy was wrong, and that we cannot gain the attention of the great Lord R'lyeh here?"

"Don't rush, everything is going according to plan, and we have plenty of opportunities to try and fail."

"There's been no sound from up there. They must have taken care of that investigator. Let's try again."

The cult members said a few words, then picked up their books again and began chanting.

Ye Ming, who was hiding at the door, picked up the bloodstained bamboo slip with a piece of cloth.

As expected, it was the "Secret Scripture of the Mysterious Lord in Seven Chapters, Part Two," which perfectly matched the previous bamboo slips.

Ye Ming didn't want to say anything anymore, but these cultists did have something to offer. They didn't even want the Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monk's Secret Scripture, which seemed to show their determination.

And what the heck is this "everything is going according to plan" thing? Are you also the stubborn and argumentative mastermind Tzeentch?

Is all this being done because of a prophecy? And there are five more people, which means they might create five more extraordinary items. No way...

Ye Ming shivered.

Once or twice could be an accident, but if it happens again, then it's all a complete conspiracy, and one that's specifically targeting him!

The final connection between the Seven Secret Chapters of the Mysterious Monk and Nyarlathotep!

"Click."

Ye Ming loaded the bullet and then decisively raised his hand to fire!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Oh no! The investigator isn't dead!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the followers of the evil god reacted immediately. They wanted to fight back, but the bullets hit them first.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—"

Five precise shots were fired, hitting the heads of five cult members accurately.

"snort……"

Muffled groans continued to be heard.

They possess extraordinary power, but they are still mortal beings with limited physical capabilities, unable to withstand these large-caliber, specially made bullets.

"You're still alive! I shot you with my own hands! This is impossible! Did you pray for God's protection?" The cultist furthest away, who hadn't been shot in the head, roared in astonishment.

"Hey, you're not dead."

Ye Ming stepped forward, pressed the revolver against the man's head, and asked, "So it was you who ambushed me. Tell me, what is the purpose of your ceremony here?"

The cultist gave Ye Ming a deep look, then murmured, "Great Lord R'lyeh, in response to your—"

"Bang!"

Snapped.

The cultist's voice abruptly stopped, and the corpse collapsed limply, half of its skull blown off.

"Even though I knew this would be the result, it's still frustrating. It even wasted one of my bullets."

Ye Ming kicked the cultists away, then looked at the five young people who were still alive.

As he said, if he hadn't been tricked, taking care of these guys would have been a piece of cake, after all, the firepower he had was no joke!

Without three or five wizards and seven or eight Deep Ones, it would be impossible to defeat him!

Do you even understand the value of the top-tier senior investigator created by the superposition of souls of transmigrators?

"Waaaaah!"

Upon seeing Ye Ming, the five bound young men excitedly began to wriggle and twist.

"Don't get upset, we won't forget you."

Ye Ming offered a word of comfort, then took out the ancient warhammer and the sword Ye Ming had given him, and went to finish off the wizards one by one, only feeling at ease after confirming that these wizards were truly dead.

The young people, who were initially excited, stared wide-eyed at Ye Ming in disbelief.

Where did he pull that sword from?

Ye Ming ignored these people. After finishing off the wizards, he wandered around, collected some dangerous items, and then called the troops behind him.

Soon, the rear troops who received his message arrived.

One by one, fully armed special forces soldiers rushed over and surrounded the entire small house.

Some people collected the remains of ghouls and Deep Ones on the outskirts, then cremated them on the spot, destroying everything they had touched.

The other group carefully collected the extraordinary items that Ye Ming had sorted out from inside the house.

After finishing his work, Ye Ming stood outside the house smoking.

After the five surviving young men were carried away, Ye Ming threw his cigarette on the ground and set the place ablaze.

After burning the place down, Ye Ming flew to the airport by helicopter and then boarded a flight back to China.

As soon as the plane landed, several black cars pulled up.

boom.

The man in the suit opened the car door and got out. When he saw Ye Ming, who looked somewhat tired, he finally smiled.

"I'm glad you came back standing up, instead of being carried back covered in a white sheet."

"You always want me dead, don't you?"

"Stop joking. Anyway, welcome back, old man."

"Old Man" is Ye Ming's code name. As an old hand, he likes this misleading nickname.

Even within the China Investigation Bureau, he liked to wear loose clothing and wander around wearing a mask.

Ye Ming smiled. "I'm also glad you're still alive, Director."

Standing opposite Ye Ming was the head of the makeshift Huaxia Investigation Bureau. No one knew his name; they simply called him "Inspector Chen."

Inspector Chen smiled and nodded, "Let's go back and rest for a bit. The report won't be out until tomorrow."

"it is good."

Ye Ming followed them back to the base, ate something casually, and then went back to his room to wash up and rest.

Lying in bed, Ye Ming entered the shared space again.

Upon entering this time, he saw two people: one was Ye Ming from Warhammer Fantasy, and the other was Ye Ming from Warhammer 40k who hadn't been online before.

Ye Ming looked at him from Warhammer 40k and raised his hand to greet him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. If I could cross worlds, I would bring my brothers to your world to wipe out those heretics."

Ye Ming, from the Cthulhu world, was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "That's wonderful."

"You're back. Looks like everything went smoothly?"

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Ming from Warhammer Fantasy looked over and saw Ye Ming from the Cthulhu universe standing there unharmed, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, but things are about to get interesting. I might be targeted by Nyarlathotep."

Ye Ming from the Cthulhu world stepped forward and handed the two bamboo scrolls he had obtained to Ye Ming from Warhammer 40k.

"Did you prepare a small gift for me?"

"No, it's just that you should open it to check for the safest outcome."

Ye Ming glanced at the name on the bamboo slip and couldn't help but curl his lip.

After opening and reading the contents, Ye Ming's eyes were filled with disgust for Warhammer 40k, and he then threw it directly to Ye Ming of Warhammer Fantasy.

"It's some dirty stuff from an evil god, but you can try using it. If you sense someone spying on you in your world, you might be able to send Nyarlathotep to fight those demons."

"Hmm, that might be fun!"