Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 2 The Church of the Storm
If Yagel was a Extraordinary, he would definitely know that what he spoke just now was ancient Hermes.With the words he spit out, the moonlight shining in from the window actually brightened a bit.

"What?" Yagel, who had just imagined it subconsciously, got a windfall.

Did the moon react to his words?Is this world normal?

He stood there and observed for a while, making sure that there were no other changes in the room.Well, the blood vessels have all retracted, and he hasn't turned into a monster again because of the moonlight.

Instead, the corpse on the ground was wriggling as usual.

Yager carefully stuffed the pocket watch under the bloody mattress.

Judging from the few minutes he had regained his sanity, the worldview he remembered was completely wrong.

However, since I had become like this before, and the changes in the corpse continued, there is a high probability that the abnormal mysterious incident is not unique.

Well someone always knows why.It's even possible that the police and army know it too.

Especially the church.He remembered that there were several churches governing each kingdom, and Backlund alone had three permanent residents. This situation was actually relatively strange.

Generally, there won't be so many "true gods" in one area at the same time, and two of them are already out of their minds.

You can test old William first later.Pawn shops have been walking on the edge of the red line of the law for so long, maybe they have encountered several cases before.

While thinking, he packed the squirming flesh and blood into the quilt, wiped the floor vigorously with the last clean sheet, and finally made the room look like a human within a few minutes.

It happened that there was also a set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, which was covered by a windbreaker outside, but the clothes inside were fairly clean, at least there were no traces of murder.

It's just that the corpse is a bit difficult to deal with.

Yagel hesitated a bit looking at the packaged meat on the ground.

Throwing it away is easy to be found, but it's even worse if it's searched by the police here.

wait a minute he seems to be ok
【The Omen of Epolieta】

[Using invertebrates and ghosts, which are considered to be the omens of the ancient gods, can incompletely summon the Aborie Tower that was abandoned here. 】

Following his instinct, he stretched his hand into the air to grasp it, and unexpectedly slowly grabbed a translucent slug-like object from the void.

There seemed to be something in his mind that had established a connection with him.

"what!"

A strange feeling came from his face, and he subconsciously covered his face.

However, what he touched was not his own skin.

A greasy touch came from the hand, and even mucus was dripping continuously.

If there is a second person in this room, they will definitely run away in fright.At this moment, the face of the black-haired youth had completely disappeared, replaced by a group of twisted gray-blue tentacles protruding from the position of the original face.

The tentacles moved down slowly, swallowing up all the fragments of the corpse bit by bit, and then looked around to clean up the remaining blood in the room.

After a few minutes, it shrunk back into the void, leaving only the wet ground and hands to indicate its existence.

"."

Jagel was silent.

He still overestimated his position. He thought it was just not very human, but he didn't expect to have directly advanced to the level of tentacle monsters.

Very good, now I can be sure that I will definitely avoid the church and leave.

With a solemn expression, he wiped his hands on the table again and again.

But one more thing is his past career.

The moment he just stretched out his hand, he vaguely saw that he had something like a soul space, which stored many clothes and weapons, including the medium used to summon the tentacles just now.

The style is like the legendary witcher equipment.

Maybe he was a hunter in the past with the devil?
Yager guessed.

Outside the door, the noisy voice came again.

"Detective Jackson, what's the matter? We haven't found anything out of the ordinary. Second floor."

Old William's voice appeared at the corner of the stairs. He sounded a lot less angry than before, and more genuinely frightened.

"The police's law enforcement process is completely confidential, how can I disclose it to you!" This is Detective Jackson.

It's a little strange, Jackson is their old acquaintance, and he has received a lot of benefits. This is the first time that he has such a stern and selfless image.

The sound of footsteps came upstairs quickly, and the person who came directly opened the door.

Headed by his impressive Jackson.The last time he had been in the shop, old William had paid him seven quid for him to go.

But Yager is sure William Sr. earned more.

But he has no impression of the people behind Jackson.They were all dressed in black robes, with serious expressions, and one of them had a silver necklace hanging from his chest.

The abstract sculpture is somewhat like the shape of the ocean.

"May the storm be with you." The elder brother who came in first said in a low voice.

Got it, it's the Church of the Storm.

Jagel nodded.

I am afraid that these churches really specialize in the occult.Those who hadn’t been to the church for so long before the pawnshop, came this time when something strange happened.

Things don't seem to be going well.

"Hello." He imitated the bewildered look of an ordinary shop assistant, "Is there anything special about it? The previous noise here is just like what Boss William said, it was just because the customer was emotional."

"Where is the customer? What's his name?" the church staff continued to ask. "We need you to describe it again and tell the story exactly."

He stared menacingly at Jagel with his blue eyes. "If you lie to us, you will face court."

"Okay." Yagel nodded obediently.

He looks like he just turned 20 now, and he looks like a student.Thanks to this face, the personnel of the Church of Storms didn't seem to place any suspicion on him.

Instead, the old William and Hank downstairs were still stopped for interrogation.

"The customer said his name was John." He recalled truthfully.

"About... about forty years old, with obvious wrinkles on the face. The hair is messy, the windbreaker on the body is a little bit old, and the dark circles under the eyes are heavy."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the church staff in a room suddenly focused.

Oh?
He raised his eyebrows in his heart.

"Is he a middle-aged man in his 40s?" The older brother just repeated slowly.

"That's right," Yager expanded the description, "with a goatee, very thin, and lake green eyes."

"After he came in, he took out a pocket watch for me to identify, but while I was looking at the watch, he suddenly started repeating: 'It's coming', 'It's coming', and then hurried away with the watch."

A church member produced a photo.In the black and white photo, it happened to be the customer's face.

"is it him?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied.

"Didn't you see where he was going?"

"No."

The church member who was asking the question suddenly turned his head and glanced at his companion standing behind, and nodded to him.

The member grabbed his necklace.

As he moved, Yager felt a barely existential restraint, and the other non-Church member in the room, Detective Jackson, immediately fell into a strange trance.

"Do you know Bill Rudolph?" the member asked.

"I don't know." He replied imitating the detective's dull expression.

"Are you a member of the Psychological Alchemists?"

"No."

It appears that the corpse is Mr. Bill of the Psychological Alchemists.

"Is there a lie or concealment in what you just said?"

Yager hesitated for a moment, but finally did not tell about the pocket watch.

"No."

Although it is not safe to give the pocket watch to Old William, it is connected with the corpse, and it may reveal his previous inhuman state.

After the three questions were asked, the members of the church immediately breathed a sigh of relief, put down the necklace in their hands, and nodded to the leader.The weak bondage disappeared instantly.

Yagel finished lying easily.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Judging by the level of restraint, these church members might not even be able to beat the little tentacles he just released for dinner, and his future life will be relatively safe.

Oh no, it might be worse than a wriggling corpse, without any deterrent effect.

But in this case, Yager in memory is really not him.Can an ordinary and poor migrant worker casually deal with the church investigators?Not too possible.

Then how did he himself appear in this place?How did you lose your memory?

Yagel watched absently as the church investigators packed up and left the shop, disappearing at the end of the road.

(End of this chapter)