I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 783 - 783 782. Forest Black Goat_1

Chapter 783: 782. Forest Black Goat_1 Chapter 783: 782. Forest Black Goat_1 “Back already?”

James teased, noticing that Valeria seemed very calm. She didn’t respond, but instead went straight back into the car. Turning his head, James saw that she had already lied down.

“This one’s throwing a tantrum.”

He laughed, not going in to soothe her, but discussing the upcoming filming schedule with Scott.

“…We’ll go and shoot the church tomorrow, that kind of religious building is bound to give the audience an extraordinary sense of atmosphere, and the opening ceremony, can we sneak in?”

“…I have the script in my mind, don’t worry, we’ll improvise on the spot, it’ll be utterly real!”

“…The locals may indeed be very hostile towards outsiders, which is why they treated Wes like that, rest assured, once the tourists arrive, we can go near Miskatonic University.”

“…Valeria? Don’t worry, I’ve known her for a long time, she’ll be fine.”

Listening to their discussion, Lu Ban said nothing on the side, but he already had a hunch about the situation.

These filmmaking students were indeed key to solving the problem, but their safety wasn’t necessarily a priority.

Taking advantage of their heated discussion about the upcoming shooting, as they chose locations with the map, Lu Ban slipped into the car, went next to the old TV and the player, and found the videotape that the old man had given him.

Wes had already lain down, and Valeria was curled up on the other side. Talia was still outside in the wind; the car was very quiet.

Inserting the videotape into the player, Lu Ban slightly lowered the volume and watched this film he had seen before.

Last time, the film had stopped abruptly after the strange rituals of the opening ceremony. Lu Ban wanted to see if the tape had developed further.

As expected, the subsequent footage did indeed exist on the tape, not just a figment of Lu Ban’s imagination.

“Look, what’s that?”

The cameraperson zoomed in, capturing the scene on the stage of the auditorium.

Those clad in black surrounded a man in a suit, who was bound to a platform. Then, a hooded man slowly emerged from the crowd. He raised his right hand, took a small silver knife handed to him by someone beside him, and without hesitation, plunged the knife into the man’s chest.

Moments later, blood flowed out from the man’s body, spreading along the indistinctly outlined ritual on the floor, slowly covering it and turning the Array a sinister and enchanting red.

And this blood, Lu Ban saw, was moving against the laws of physics toward the back of the stage, even floating up to form a complex network of blood.

At the end of the network, all the blood gathered atop a Divine Idol.

The Divine Idol resembled the Virgin Mary showing mercy to the world, but it looked extremely sinister and was imbued with a sense of desecration; in her arms, flesh and blood converged as if a new life was being brewed out of thin air.

With heartbreaking cries, the offspring was born into this world. All the worshipers prostrated themselves before the Divine Idol, worshiping and chanting prayerful scriptures.

“Aye! ■■■■■! The Black Goat of the forest that bears a thousand offspring!”

The name of the Divine Beings was released in a voice incomprehensible to humans, a sound so tainted by Pollution it was no longer distinguishable as belonging to any specific deity.

This must also be a protective mechanism of living creatures, invoking the name of the Ancient Overlord, or even higher beings, which would drive humans into madness, and mad humans would struggle to spread the faith of these Divine Beings widely.

Although as Divine Beings, They couldn’t care less whether their followers spread their fame, the followers naturally want to demonstrate their faith as much as possible and would preach and proselytize. Hence, the names of the deities become significant.

Thus, those less mad followers summarized a set of pronunciations that could represent the Ancient Overlord, and through these pronunciations, they passed down the prayers and turned them into what they are today.

“The Black Goat of the woods?”

Lu Ban carefully observed the hair-raising, spine-chilling monster and felt it indeed bore some resemblance to a goat.

Its numerous hoofed legs dangled mid-air, and its body—those flesh masses squirming like a mix of blood and tissue—opened and closed their gaping maws, with spreading tentacles above, showing their malice outright.

The man being sacrificed soon died, his blood completely drained to birth such a monster. The creature fell from the arms of the Virgin Mary statue onto the ground with an enormous thud. Despite falling from such a height, the monster was unharmed, it struggled briefly before getting up and moving towards the stage below.

The monster thus made its way into the crowd; all watched it with eyes full of awe and worship, none daring to oppose its will. Its branch-like tentacles entwined a man in a suit, and in the blink of an eye, he was snatched up and fed into the creature’s mouth, where his body was crushed without chewing, completely merging with the monster.

And the remaining people, it seemed they were still performing a sacrifice, ready to repeat the process.

“This is so thrilling, this is the sacrifice! I knew it would happen!”

The voice of the one filming was extremely frenetic, like that of a true zealot.

“There will be even more sacrifices, occurring throughout the entire city. Miskatonic will become the new Eden.”

He said, and at the same time, he climbed down from the backstage to the outside of the university auditorium.

The audience outside was unaware of what had happened. They still played their roles from the movie, gathering on the streets. Suddenly, the doors of the auditorium burst open, and that eerie and terrifying monster arrived on the main street.

The hand holding the camera trembled, but faithfully recorded everything.

The crowd screamed, fleeing in terror, but many others just stared at the monster, hysterically shouting, standing still, waiting for death.

The monster’s tentacles grabbed a tourist, tossing him into its mouth, crushing and chewing like eating sunflower seeds, blood splattering everywhere, creating even more chaos on the scene.

“More and more are coming, more and more. The Miskatonic Film Festival has officially begun!”

The cameraman shouted, and at that moment, the tape fell into a snowy static, and the television screen soon went dark.

“It seems it will indeed change as we continue our exploration.”

Lu Ban concluded.

Those creatures were clearly the minions of some Evil God, and the people of Miskatonic summoned them here through the ceremony—the same ones that Zhou Changqing had encountered before.

But which year’s film festival was recorded on this tape? If such events occurred during the festival with no news reports, what exactly happened to this city?

As Lu Ban pondered, he suddenly saw inside the camper van, in the darkness, a pair of eyes staring at him.