A Weird Theater That Started In London

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One main street, seven or eight branches.

Two half-person-height pumps.

About two hundred houses.

That's all there is to this far north settlement.

By the way, Lu Li glanced around and saw something very nonsense:

Church of the Cross.

There is also a werewolf statue hanging on it.

Isn't this the Holy Light Werewolf Cult?

Could it be that this group of believers migrated all the way north, spreading the beliefs they created on a whim...

Lu Li felt that his guess was very close to the truth. Even if it wasn't so outrageous, there must have been a branch moving north here.

In the far north where birds don't shit, what kind of experience is it to see the products that I tossed out during my expedition half a year ago?

Must be surprised.

Even though he had seen relevant relics on several islands on the way to the University of Michigan, Lu Li was still touched by this broad and persistent belief.

Of course, the specific situation can only be concluded after in-depth communication with the local people.

"Hope their words aren't too niche."

The professor muttered, walked towards the center of the settlement, and sighed at the church:

"This seems to be some very ancient belief, and related artifacts were unearthed in the suburbs of Arkham Town."

"…"Land from.

At this time, jump to the top of the church and shout:

I am the Holy Light werewolf.

Then, enter the combat mode and fill up all kinds of special effects. What kind of effect will be produced?

Other things aside, the sense of shame is overwhelming.

Not far away, a guest who had just finished drinking the local ale, snorted the smell of wine, and staggered towards his home.

While crossing the main road of the village, he was top-heavy and accidentally bumped into a scientific expedition team member. Immediately after, he saw a hairball with his lowered eyes, and he broke out in a cold sweat and sat on the ground.

"Wild... beast..."

The drunk man cried out inarticulately.

When he found that the lynx had no desire to attack, he got up and looked upward.

His eyes were on Lu Li's face and the wolf-headed sword again for a long time. He didn't care about rubbing his aching arm. Instead, he grabbed the ice and snow on the roadside and rubbed his cheeks so that he could wake up completely.

Afterwards, he turned his gaze on Lu Li again, exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Lord Move Mouse, I saw the Holy Light Werewolf!"

"Sir, is it...is that you?"

The man approached, only a few steps away, making it like a pilgrimage.

"Yes."

After some thought, Lu Li, who felt absurd, nodded and let the drunk lead the way to the most prosperous part of the town.

Obviously, primitive business has developed here, otherwise he would not have a place to drink.

"The Holy Light is above."

"The Holy Light is above."

…

The other party muttered that he obviously couldn't adapt to the fact that the gods came to the world and walked with him.

The other team members looked at Lu Li with searching eyes, wondering what was going on.

As for the Holy Light Werewolf Cult, some people have vaguely heard that this sect has been active for at least two thousand years, and mottled remains have been unearthed in many places.

In fact, when the University of Michigan first moved to the New World, he was interested in this mysterious sect, but the related cultural relics are too dilapidated, and the time is in ancient times...

…

"My lord, do you have any revelation?"

The drunk man used his hands and feet together, and still seemed at a loss. Then, he seemed to think of something and said excitedly: "Are you here to destroy those evil pagans? Just like in ancient times."

pagan…

Cthulhu pagan? Dagon? Deep diver?