It's like being in hell.

The entire space was enveloped in the miserable wails of humans and the high and low sound of explosions, and Calvin stood still, feeling the foul-smelling black smoke and the heat that almost burned his skin.

He felt that he should feel sad, but that sadness was blocked by something in the depths of his heart, in fact, his thoughts and emotions were like being wrapped in thick rubber at this moment. The thing called the soul seemed to be wrapped in rubber as well, and it was slowly dying in Calvin's body.

"Dad would have been angry if he saw this. ”

He heard a voice in his head muttering the words, and as he thought of Dr. Holden, his body suddenly became heavy, and the pain in his joints and muscles made him stagger as he walked.

It wasn't an easy night, the Advent had their own security, and the paramedic who was killed in the first place was probably the one who had tried to call them before. Calvin retrieved a firearm and enough ammunition from two lone security guards.

And you know, it's not so easy to light a fire that kills hundreds of people, not to mention that when it comes to carrying cleaners and pouring accelerant into the ventilation system around the hall, Calvin is not without encountering other Adventists who come to the scene because they feel something is wrong, a few of them are priests, and some of them are probably just ordinary staff...... Of course, for Calvin, there wasn't much difference between the two, as his response to them was the same – shoot, shoot, and kill them.

Calvin didn't remember much of how many people he had killed, and he didn't feel particularly disgusted as he stepped over the dead who were spurting blood from their wounds, their bodies still twitching slightly.

The screams of humans, the heat of explosions, the warmth of blood...... Everything was so clear, but for Calvin, the world was like a not-so-pleasant nightmare, and he was awake, uncontrollably caught up in this dream, unable to wake up.

“…… M-15, we've arrived at the location! There's a fire in the main hall. ”

The man's voice over the walkie-talkie brought Calvin back to his senses, and he tilted his head to look in the direction from which the voice had come from. The burning black smoke hazes the passage connecting the outer cloisters. Calvin could only see a hundred feet, and it seemed that several figures were shaking.

Calvin lowered his eyes, and pressed one hand on the cold body of the Israeli Uzi miniature □□. Although he had not seen the exact faces of the men, Calvin could already sketch them in his mind—each of them was dressed in dark black combat uniforms, with a golden cross embedded only at the neckline, and if he guessed correctly, the weapons in their hands were exactly the same as those in his hands. After all, this □□ Calvin had obtained from their companions.

These people were probably mercenaries - or members of the outsourced security company, Calvin did not know why as an Adventist would have so many armed men in his church, and some of them were probably innocent people, like the workers who diligently went to work every day in this land with briefcases, came to the magnificent churches of the Adventists, put on strange black uniforms, pinned crosses, and carried the □□ in their hands—and for this group of people it was nothing more than a job to make a living.

However, when Calvin thought of this, Isa's face came to his mind clearly.

The ghostly murmur of pain before the death ...... was usually in Calvin's ears.

Calvin was expressionless and raised his gun at the shadowy figures.

"Bang-"

Calvin was obscured by the thick smoke, and the men were unprepared.

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, a black shadow fell in response. (For a second, Calvin is glad he didn't have to see the dead man's convulsions before he died.)

"Attacked—"

"Attacked—"

……

The other party immediately raised the alarm, and the moment the figures scattered, the sound of gunshots rang out intensively.

A few bullets hit the wall and ceiling, fine pieces of brick and grit splattered, and a second later, Calvin felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, followed by his lower back. No matter how mentally numb he was, the pain of ** completely occupied all his nerves at this moment, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person staggered back two steps, and then fell backwards to the ground.

He was shot—the opposite of the agony, Calvin's spirit relaxed a little after realizing this.

Anyway, it's all over......

"Boom—"

The moment that thought crossed Calvin's mind, an explosion sounded far more violently than any before.

For at least a few seconds in Calvin's consciousness, his world was silent—the explosion was so violent, his eardrums might have burst, and some kind of white noise-like sound was slicing back and forth in the center of his brain. Even as he lay on the ground, Calvin felt the howling hot wind shave his □□ skin like a razor, and the pain almost covered out his gunshot wounds.

The world seemed to turn upside down, Calvin's mind was completely in chaos, the firelight, the smoke distorted into a dazzling and chaotic abstract painting in his vision, all colors were made of red and black, and broken stones and architectural fragments rustled down on Calvin's body.

Calvin thought that was all there was to it, or that was how it ended for him, but suddenly a pair of hands came out of the smoke, darkness, and blood. The hands were firmly under Calvin's armpits, and he was quickly dragged into a crack in the wall that had been tilted and cracked in the explosion.

"Hmm......"

Calvin snorted unusually weakly.

"Oh God*&...... ¥......*¥#¥What the hell have you done to yourself?!"

Reed's voice rang out a little indistinctly—probably because of an injury to his ear, and it sounded like it was coming from Mars......

[Hey, Reed, you should get out of here.] 】

Calvin didn't know why Reed was in such a dangerous place (though he was relieved to realize that Reed's presence had made him feel relaxed) and he wanted to give his companion a response, but he soon found himself unable to do so.

His body seemed to have become something of a world, some kind of broken doll or something, his soul and body had been completely separated—although his mind remained awake (at least Calvin himself thought), he couldn't even lift his head at this moment.

Reed's voice was muffled, and Calvin couldn't make out what he was saying, but he could still sense that the strange multi-personality patient was in a state of anger at this moment.

Then Calvin felt himself being picked up.

His vision alternated between darkness and light for a moment, and he didn't know how long it was, but he could only vaguely perceive that the air was beginning to cool down, and the stench of the burning black smoke was fading, indicating that Reed was leaving the scene of the fire and explosion with him.

The injured ear gradually regained a small part of its function, and the muffled sound of explosions and shrill sirens sounded chaotically accompanied by screams of terror.

Calvin coughed, and a fishy, warm liquid came out of his throat.

"Hold on......%¥%...... Calvin...... Hold on to ......"

Calvin heard Reed speaking to him.

Not even an inch of flesh and blood on his body didn't hurt, hellish pain.

Thanks to the gunshot wound and the burning pain of the explosion, Calvin gritted his teeth and forced himself to come to his senses.

Reid seemed to lead him to a secluded chapel in the church's podium, where the room was dimly lit, with the occasional bright searchlight flashing through the arched window.

Reed placed Calvin on the ground, and he pressed his hand against Calvin's carotid artery, as if to determine Calvin's life.

"I ...... Live ......"

Calvin's lips twitched, and he tried to say, "I'm alive," but all he could do was two fragmented guttural sounds, and then he choked on the blood gushing out of his throat, which had made a mess of Reed's crisp suit and white shirt.

"Calvin, my Calvin, why are you doing this to yourself......"

Reed's handsome face was as white as a ghost, almost transparent.

The detachment and calmness that had always made Calvin faintly uneasy in his body cracked like a broken eggshell and then fell.

He tore open his suit and struck a dead knot on Calvin's shoulders and waist. Judging from his movements, his technique was clean and there was no hesitation, but Calvin felt a slight tremor in Reed's cold fingers in the sharp pain that almost completely engulfed his senses.

Reid was shaking.

You could tell he was trying to control himself, but it didn't work.

In the darkness, Reed's pupils embedded in the bloodless white face glowed red.

Calvin's wrapped heart seemed to have been pricked with a very thin needle, and there was a faint pain.

[Let me leave ......]

Unable to speak, Calvin's eyes widened and he stared into Reed's pupils.

He pleaded silently, and Reed's eyes glowed with moisture.

"No, never. ”

Reed responded to Calvin in a cold, unfamiliar tone, and the moment he spoke, his eyes and expression changed.

In the faint light, around the pitch-black pupils, the circle of iris was dyed with a deep and gorgeous peacock green, and the rare, fragile expression on his face was washed away by composure and perseverance.

Fugg appeared.

This was the first time Calvin had seen Reed's personality change with his own eyes. Of course, if it was possible for him to truly understand Reed, or the true spiritual world of "Red Deer", he might be even more shocked by this personality change.

This is an unprecedented transformation.

Red Deer voluntarily relinquishes control of his body, giving it to a weaker sub-personality that he is deeply jealous of and hates...... This is almost unimaginable, and even completely contrary to the essence of Red Deer's personality.

Even Fugg himself was surprised by this, and if it weren't for the fact that Calvin's current situation was too critical, he might have wanted to dig deeper into Red Deer's behavior at this moment...... However, Calvin's physical condition did not allow him to focus elsewhere.

"It's hard to imagine that he could have put you in this situation......"

After examining the condition of Calvin's wounds, Fugg said coldly.

Calvin lay dazed on the smooth parquet floor, feeling his body getting colder and colder, as if he were on top of the ice cap of Antarctica.

With a muffled curse, Fugg took Calvin in his arms, and then rolled up the sleeves of his suit and stuffed them into Calvin's teeth.

"Hey, Calvin...... I'll have to help you stop the bleeding first, it's going to hurt a little, but you'll be fine. ”

Fugg looked Calvin in the eye and whispered in a soft voice that the latter had never heard before.

“…… It will hurt a little, but it's nothing to you, you can hold back and your bleeding will stop quickly. ”

As he spoke, Fugg pulled his gun from Reed's suit, unloaded the bullet, and sprinkled the smokeless powder on Calvin's wound.

Calvin's breathing became more and more rapid.

Fugg looked at him, and suddenly leaned in, his dry, cold lips touching Calvin's dusty and blood-soaked eyelids.

"I'll cure you, don't worry. ”

A whisper with a strong British accent sounded, and Fugg then lit the lighter.

"......"

A flash of fire rose from Calvin's wound, followed by the smell of burnt flesh.

Calvin's body crumbled into a crooked arch in Fugg's arms, and a gurgling sound of pain escaped from his throat, and he spasmed violently, imprisoned by Fugg's arms. Sweat poured from Calvin's pale skin, his teeth almost chewing the fabric of his suit, blood pouring from between his teeth, and bulging veins on his forehead. Every muscle of his body was tense like a freshly hewn stone, but it was only a dozen seconds—a dozen seconds later, and he suddenly collapsed into Fuge's arms.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

His long hair was completely soaked with sweat, his face was as pale as freshly hewn marble, and his head was tilted back, revealing the fragile curves of his neck before Fuge. Calvin's muscles still trembled slightly, unconsciously in the afterglow of pain, his skin glowing with a moist glow from fine sweat, and his burned skin glowing with vivid pink. Expressionlessly, Fugg reached out and ran Calvin's loose hair behind his ear.

"Look, I said it, everything will be fine......"

The English doctor continued to speak in the tone of a child's coaxing voice.

What happened next became a little fuzzy in Calvin's memory.

He saw Fugg leave, and when he returned, he had changed into a black outfit with a golden cross trimmed on his cuffs, and he had the corpse of an Adventist mercenary in his hand.

Fugg carefully stripped Calvin naked and changed him into the mercenary's uniform. Then he picked up Calvin and staggered towards the church door, which had become a mess.

Calvin pressed almost all of his weight on Fugg's body, but the latter still looked relaxed and calm.

The fire in most of the area has been extinguished by the firefighters who rushed to the scene, sirens and noisy voices mixed with the moist vapor that still lingers in the heat, blue and red flashes mingle in the night, and the closer you get to the door, the more people are shuttling back and forth. Calvin looked up with difficulty, somewhat surprised to see several police cars parked on the beautiful lawn in front of the church—and the officers walking down from it seemed to be oblivious to the Adventist mercenaries who were operating around the church.

"Yes, the situation is under control......"

“…… We'll figure it out. ”

"Don't worry about ......"

……

As Fugg casually walked past one of the officers with Calvin, he heard the officer saying something over the walkie-talkie.

"Ahem......"

Calvin began to cough up blood.

His vision was completely blurred, and his strength was draining, like a sandcastle under the waves of the sea...... He was losing consciousness......

Fugg had already left the church gate with Calvin, and they were walking towards the perimeter of the rescue facility - about three hundred meters away from the church gate, someone had already set up a cordon, and some tired pastors with cigarette ash and blood stains on their faces were persuading the blackened believers in the periphery of the cordon...... The Adventists were horrified, staring teary eyes at the church still emitting black smoke and fire, praying and begging the priest to let them in.

"We can help ......"

"We can pray that the Child of Light will bless all this......"

"We'll find the one who set the fire, you can't just let us just watch this tragedy......"

……

The confrontation between the overly religious crowd and the priest made the scene even more chaotic.

Fugg quickly raised his head and glanced at the crowd, a look of satisfaction flashing in his peacock-green pupils.

He quietly turned a corner and led Calvin towards the gaps of several rescue vehicles.

"Hey, you-"

Someone suddenly shouted behind Fugg.

Fugg stood abruptly, and he paused for a few seconds before slowly turning his head.

A man in a rescuer's uniform stood there, staring at Calvin, who was completely unconscious on Fugg's shoulder, and said, "God, you need help, the ambulance isn't there-" He then turned his head in the direction of the crowd and opened his mouth, "Hey, here, we have the wounded ......"

He had a very inconspicuous golden cross pinned to his cuff.

Fugg blinked, and he didn't wait for the rescuers to finish shouting before he interrupted him.

"Yes, my friend is very injured. Fugg stared into the rescuer's eyes and nodded slowly, the latter stunned, the cry died down in his lips, and his slightly clumsy body seemed to be invisibly pulled in the direction of Fugg.

"He needs help...... rescuer said, his voice sounding a little dazed.

"That's right," said Fugg, "he needs a separate ambulance, a clean environment." I can be the chauffeur, I'll take him back to town and take care of his injuries, and you'll stay here and do your best to help the guys...... Return to the arms of the Child of Light. ”

"You're right, he really needs a separate ambulance. ”

The rescuer sleepwalked and nodded, repeating what Fugg had said, and then slowly turned away.

About two minutes later, an ambulance pulled up in front of Calvin and Fugg.

Fugg put Calvin into the car and took the driver's seat.

When he started the ambulance, the rescuer was still standing in a trance.

Fugg winked at him through the glass window.

"You're doing a great job, good boy...... Now, you can go and help more people. ”

Fugg said.

He watched as the man's figure staggered towards the noisy rescue scene, then stepped on the gas pedal with a blank face and drove the ambulance out of the town that had fallen into a nightmare......

"Boom ......"

Soon after, with a faint explosion, Fugg saw a dazzling orange light rising behind him in the rearview mirror, and the brilliant peacock green gradually faded in the moment when the light briefly entered the pupil...... In its place, there is some darker, darker, more evil color......

He reached out and twisted the radio.

The sound of music accompanied by a slight rustle of electricity flowed through the carriage.

“…… one, for the liberty

to, for the evil

three, an y (三, is a feast of immorality)

four,forever

There are circlesforever, madefire madestone

There are circlesa lifetime, madesilver madegold

five, for the sun

six, for lust

seven, for the fallen angel

eight，hereall begins again.... (Eighth, it will be reincarnation)

There are circlesforever, madefire madestone

there are circlesa lifetime, madesilver madegold (this is the chain of eternal life forged from gold and silver)......"

And in the midst of the song, Calvin, who should have been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes in the dark.

With the slight vibration of the car as it was moving and the beep of the emergency medical ambulance, he stared straight at the top of the ambulance with a blank face.

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The name of the song is "Threean Y, Fourforever"

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