Capítulo 661: Chapter 490: Shock at the Fishing Harbor_1

"Rumble, rumble, rumble!!!"

With the low rumble of thunder, a downpour began, shrouding the entire Innsmouth in heavy rain. Inside this storm, several figures clad in ragged raincoats and cloaks, carrying torches, long pitchforks, and fishing nets, were slowly walking the streets of Innsmouth.

Through the intermittent flash of lightning and the dim light of their torches, the skin under their cloaks looked extremely slimy. Their necks were grotesquely swollen and what seemed like gills pulsed rhythmically beneath.

These people were the cultists of Innsmouth. Presently, they were lingering on the streets, not for anything else but for hunting - capturing the foolish tourists who dared to be out alone, offering them as sacrifices to Dagon.

However, it seemed unlikely that there would be any catch today.

The leading cultist sighed. It was unlikely for anyone to be foolish enough to venture out on such a night. He was indeed feeling a bit tired.