The Son of God Strikes, His Body Restored!

Standing opposite the others, Priest Graeme looked bewildered by the turn of events.

Things had unfolded nothing like he had expected.

He had thought the Deep Ones would sit back and reap the rewards, sweeping up both sides once they had exhausted each other.

Instead, events had gone in precisely the opposite direction.

Evan, lacking a body, had indeed grown weak, but he behaved nothing like the men from Miskatonic University they had dealt with before!

Those men could be eccentric, even mad at times, but they generally followed Miskatonic University's rules.

Threatening them with large groups of hostages had often worked.

Yet according to their intelligence, the man before him was Armitage's disciple.

Who could have guessed his methods would differ so radically from Miskatonic University's?

What surprised Graeme even more was the state Byron and Greenfire were in.

He had expected the two sides to fight to the death.

Even if both survived, they should have been left weak after exhausting their power.

But now only Evan seemed slightly weakened. Byron and Greenfire appeared to be in fine shape.

The balance of power had clearly shifted, yet neither Greenfire nor Byron showed any intention of stabbing Evan in the back or attacking him.

Instead, they willingly stood beside him and attacked Graeme.

"Heavenly Father above! Have these despicable humans been deceiving us from the start?"

Graeme immediately seized on the only possible explanation!

Boom!

The two sides had already clashed at close quarters.

A mass of Deep One warriors behind Graeme charged forward, weapons in hand.

Evan smashed them apart one by one with his fists. Their splattered bodily fluids sprouted grotesque growths on the other Deep Ones.

Deep Ones lived extraordinarily long lives and possessed bodies far stronger than mortals'.

But their potential in Occult Studies was