Red Moon Returns

In the mysterious eternity, even death itself will disappear. It is not the dead who sleep forever. In the immortal mansion R'lyeh, the eternally sleeping master is waiting for you to dream.

The Lord of R'lyeh, an evil god who has stolen the power of the deep sea, darkness, dreams, and air.

The main body was sealed somewhere in the dreamland for unknown reasons and fell into eternal sleep. It will only wake up at very accidental opportunities.

And its followers and cults have been active on the islands in the depths of the sea since the Second Age. They built the ancient and immortal mansion R'lyeh in the unknown deep ocean to worship their eternal sleeping master.

During the great disaster at the end of the Second Age, the immortal mansion sank to the bottom of the sea with the island, and since then it has become another ancient memory hidden in the long river of history. Only the cult and the followers who worship him are left. They have been wandering in the depths of the ocean for thousands of years, looking for the dream mansion.

The cult is a person, or to be more precise, a cultist, but the followers are not. Like most aliens, these monsters called Deep Divers are all creatures that have been distorted and transformed by the information disturbance of the Lord of R'lyeh.

Before they reach adulthood, they are very similar to humans. The only difference is that their appearance is more delicate and beautiful than ordinary humans. Once they awaken their ancient blood after adulthood, they will quickly become extremely ugly, with gills on their necks, amphibious, fish heads and human bodies, swift movements, and infinite strength.

They originated from a small fishing village called Innsmouth, and they always kill intruders who don't know the truth and sacrifice them to the sleeping master.

No one knows where Innsmouth is, and it is even difficult to determine whether this fishing village only exists in the concept. Now those occasionally seen Deep Divers often cruise in the deep sea in the form of tribes, and rarely go deep inland.

"Mr. Lynch."

Miss Valente's soft and soothing voice interrupted Lynch's thoughts and came back to his senses from Manager West's introduction. At this time, the two had temporarily left the luxurious theater and were in the carriage of the Valente family.

Outside the window is the rushing Land River, the clear river water reflects the crimson moon in the sky, and further away is the vast sea, with the brightly lit White Bird Port at the end of the field of vision.

Even at night, the port is still so busy, with noisy voices, metal collisions, workers' shouts, women's singing and laughter, lively music, and all kinds of sounds, converging into a unique movement of the dock.

Compared with the bright lights in the port and the street, the coastline is shrouded in the deep night, with only the crimson moonlight quietly shining on the coast, casting a hazy light on the dark beach, in which there seems to be a strange figure swaying.

"You are right. Now is indeed the best opportunity to spy on these mysterious aliens in exchange for bargaining chips. I know it is dangerous, but I also know that any gain cannot come out of thin air. If you have something, you must pay a price. So I will not stop you from taking risks, but please be careful, Mr. Lynch, and remember that your friends are looking forward to your safe return."

Miss Valente's deep blue eyes sparkled under the flickering kerosene light, and her eyes were full of worry, but she only helped Lynch check the bullets in the gun, put the pistol back into the holster, and whispered:

"I don't have your ability, and I can't accompany you to lurk around the deep divers to explore, but I won't leave. I will stay here to meet you and do your last safety measures."

Lynch was moved, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Miss Valente suddenly lean over and put her arms around his neck.

Huh? This girl is crazy.

Lynch's body was stiff, but he immediately found that Miss Valente just hung a necklace around his neck, and then he felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows, and then a splitting headache.

[Nolan's Phase Fortress, the absolute defense barrier of the great mystic Nolan, can make himself independent of space within three seconds. Nolan survived countless crises with this, until he was mistakenly sent to the place of blindness and stupidity by Baiyaki. ]

"This is a disaster-level wonder. It can only be used once a day. My father gave me the last resort to save my life. You... be careful."

Miss Valente bit her lips lightly and stuffed a bunch of things into Lynch's hands one by one:

"Resurrection Grass, I saw you bought a pipe, so I put a few grams in it for you, Torch of Light, which can be used at night, Flame Oil, which was used in Zul'Glasar and caused the explosion, I made it myself. And these few bullets, enchanted bullets specially prepared for your pistol, six flames and six strong acids, and..."

"Okay, okay." Lynch stopped Miss Valente's behavior with a smile. It was estimated that if he let this girl continue, she would be able to give her own storage wonders to After the carriage was emptied, he could only jump off the carriage in a hurry, "Don't worry, I also have my own means of saving my life, you know."

"Well, I know, I just hope you always remember that there are people waiting for you to return triumphantly." Miss Valente smiled lightly, and stuffed the concentric conch like a walkie-talkie into Lynch's hand, and then waved the "Max's parchment" in her hand, "Notify me at any time when you need it. This time, it stores a large range of gravity magic in the power of the earth, and it can support you at any time."

Lynch shook his hat with his back, covered with moonlight, stepped on the bluestone slabs of the main road, and walked all the way to the beach not far away on one side. One step, two steps, in the intersection of light and shadow, his figure had disappeared in the vast night.

His feet soon touched the soft fine sand, and the fishy and salty sea breeze blew from the depths of the sea. The sound of the waves was monotonous and soothing, like a melodious serenade.

It's a bit troublesome. There are a series of shallow footprints on the beach, which can easily destroy the effect of lurking. Fortunately, the night light is dim and the footprints are not obvious.

When they were investigating just now, the two noticed that there were indeed a few figures wandering on the coast stealthily, but they could not find anyone in a blink of an eye, so Lin Qi sneaked over fully armed.

But the beach was empty at this time, with only the sound of waves hitting the beach. In the silent darkness, the shadows seemed to hide countless weirdness and horror, and were sharpening their claws and fangs in places where Lin Qi could not see.

Sniffing his nose, there was only the smell of the sea around, without the strong fishy smell unique to deep divers, which made Lin Qi frown. Did we see it wrong before?

Hmm? No.

Lin Qi's heart moved. Since he could leave footprints on the beach, those figures just now should also be able to do so.

Thinking of this, Lin Qi immediately leaned down, listening to the movements around him while checking the beach under his feet.

The beach was not very flat, and there were indeed many footprints that had not been smoothed out by the tide. These footprints were left by at least five or six people, trampling the beach into a mess.

Lynch thought for a moment, took off his gloves and touched the footprints with his fingers.

The sand was wet, which meant that the tide had just washed over here. The footprints should have been left just now, perhaps the figures just seen, but...

The mysterious intuition was activated, but the result was disappointing, and there was almost no mysterious filth left.

Could it be just a group of bored fishermen? The problem is that fishermen would not fish on the beach.

No matter who it is, let's catch up and see.

Gritting his teeth, Lynch maintained a lurking state and chased along the footprints.

It was very messy, not only crooked, but also turned his head back from time to time, and sometimes circled in the same place for a while, as if searching for something.

The more Lin Qi chased, the more strange he felt. He wondered if he had made a mistake and found someone irrelevant. Just when he was getting more and more unsure, a creaking sound of stepping on sand suddenly sounded from the darkness.

Someone!

Lin Qi's heart tightened, his hair stood on end, and he stopped all his movements instantly. He activated his ability to hide his voice and quietly moved towards the location of the sound.

Where are you?

Who are you?