DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Innesmouth? Innsmouth!!"

Carl didn't expect that he was in the United States, and just after he succeeded in smuggling, he was given a big surprise all of a sudden.

How could there be such a horrible place as Innsmouth in this magical world?

After coming to this world for eleven years, he suddenly realized that he still knew too little about this world.

But he can't be blamed for this, it's the first time in his life that he left the orphanage for a long trip.

"calm down!"

Karl unconsciously unveiled a veil of this unknown world, and at the same time hinted in his heart not to panic.

He quickly began to recall in his mind the novels of the craft-loving gods that he watched out of interest in his previous life.

When browsing the DNF forum back then, people often said that the long-legged Rotes was an apostle designed according to the shape of Cthulhu.

Thinking about it now, it's so frightening!

Recalling the disgusting fishy smell emanating from the driver and the villagers and the weird fish scales on their hands, Carl can draw conclusions.

It's not a coincidence that the name is the same, this is really the Innsmouth!

"System, tell me, is there an old ruler or a family king in this world?"

Carl asked the system eagerly. When he learned that Innsmouth was ahead, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart. But the premise of implementing this idea is that there are no real bodies of those terrifying evil gods in this world.

If a mortal dared to look directly at the Old One, what awaited him would be a complete madness. Even if his Dimensional Walker career has a higher San value, he will definitely not be able to withstand this level of spiritual pollution. It's cool at a glance, it's still playing with wool.

"The deduction of 50,000 gold coins was successful."

"Innsmouth in this world is polluted by a special item, and there is no king of the family and the ruler of the old days..."

The system that collected the money quickly gave an answer extremely quickly.

"The special item should be the Dagon statue..."

Carl rested his chin in thought, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Since there is no high-latitude evil god like the old days, he has a lot of room for manipulation.

As far as he knew, the originally peaceful and harmonious town of Innsmouth was planted for this terrifying curse because an extremely greedy person took something that didn't belong to him from an unknown island.

Just the low-level independent race deep divers is nothing in his eyes, and deep divers can be regarded as a relatively weak race, far less difficult than the ghouls he killed.

Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of the old man's lair, the old bus stopped slowly, the door opened with a bang, and the couple in front of him quickly stood up and got out of the bus. Karl also followed closely. Now that he has decided to seek wealth and wealth, he must not give up this opportunity. This is a great opportunity to summon Niyali.

For a deep diver in a town, if you kill more and then condense it, it will definitely meet the standard.

As for the psychological pressure, there is no such thing at all. Carl knows that under the influence of that evil statue, it may be difficult for a normal person to exist in the whole town. It is estimated that all the rest are bloodthirsty monsters.

Evil attacks on the hearts of ordinary people have never been so grandiose. It always adopts a subtle way, thinks of vicious ways to attack, sometimes wears a mask of sophistry, and often wears a cloak of morality.

But evil is evil after all, and by the time it reveals its true colors, you have already been tightly held by it, and there is nowhere to escape...

Faith alone is not enough to obtain the gift of the evil god. Blood, life and soul, this is what they want.

When Karl got into the car just now, he saw a strong desire in the driver's eyes. At first, he thought the driver was a pervert, but now that he thinks about it, he is greedy for his body, and he is still greedy for him.

After getting out of the car, Karl stepped out of the platform with all his energy. After all, this place has something to do with Dagon, so it's better to be careful.

He quietly stared at the misty horizon in the distance, and could only vaguely see the blurred silhouette of the cape, but at this moment, his attention was captured by the scenery not far below him. Carl realizes that he has come face to face to Innsmouth, which is shrouded in endless haze and rumors, a forbidden place that only exists in horror novels.

In his eyes, this is a small town with a wide stretch and dense buildings, but it exudes an ominous and dead air where no living things can be seen. Only a few wisps of black smoke wafted from the many chimney pipes.

At the same time, against the backdrop of the sea level, three tall, unpainted spiers loomed upright. The spire of one of the towers had been crumbled and crumbled, and the clock face on that tower and the others was gone, leaving only a great black hole wide open.

Huge masses of sagging mansard roofs and pointed gables convey a feeling of moth-eaten and dilapidated with uncomfortably clear gestures.

Carl looked at Innsmouth, which was close in front of him, and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hey, brat! I don't think you are a local, but this is not where you should come, hurry up and go back and forth from wherever!"

A hearty man's laughter came from behind, and at the same time he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. It turned out that he had already walked in front of the young couple without knowing it.

Carl frowned. It was very uncomfortable for him to be interrupted by others when he was thinking.

He turned around, shook his shoulders, and got the man's hands off his shoulders.

In the car just now, because he was absent-minded, he didn't check the appearance of the two of them too carefully. Now that he observed them closely, he was a little surprised.

The black-haired man in front of him seemed to be in his twenties and no more than thirties. His black pupils were as bright and dazzling as obsidian, shining with awe-inspiring heroism. The haunted eyes, paired with a straight and strong handsome face with deep contours, are even more imposing, reminiscent of a tiger pounced on its prey in the savannah, full of danger.

"This is a man with good skills, he should be proficient in firearms..."

The man's hand touched Carl's cheek lightly just now, the friction feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, and he knew that it was actually a callus.

A handsome young man in his twenties who looks like a white-collar worker should logically have smooth hands. Coupled with the special circumstances at the moment, Karl guessed that these two should be official members of the United States.

"Things are getting more and more interesting..."