Calvin didn't stop talking to the man.

The power was racing through his veins, leaping agitated beneath his skin, Calvin felt himself melting, his body lightening and blurring little by little, the world before his eyes was covered in a hazy halo.

But Calvin did not panic at all.

He even felt like he should. In contrast to the illusory sensation produced by the flesh, the power that once made him feel so fearful and disgusted is becoming solidified and full--

He didn't even need to raise his hand to transmit his power through physical contact, the cold light gushed out like a spring overflowing from a spring, and then seeped into the bodies of those who looked haggard and delirious.

And then the same changes happened to those people.

Under Calvin's watchful eye, the poor group fell silent. One by one, they all went from the chaos of Joshua's control to a strange state of joy just like the man before them.

Their eyes have become extraordinarily clear, extraordinarily innocent, even though they themselves are already scarred.

When they saw Calvin, who walked between them, who was clearly different from ordinary human beings, they gathered together like obscurantist lambs, and they praised Calvin's beauty, and then talked happily about the insignificant but remarkably joyful little things of their lives.

It was an indescribably strange and terrifying scene—even if everyone but Calvin was so happy.

The ruins that surrounded them, the decaying corpses, and the deep wounds on their own bodies were an eerie contrast to that sheer happiness.

When Calvin calmly told them that they should go home, they slowly dispersed contentedly.

Of course, not all of them fully followed Calvin's instructions - a few of them walked slowly down the road humming a song, and then suddenly collapsed. They were all badly injured, or they had been suffering from long-term dehydration and starvation, and their bodies could no longer function.

But when these people gradually lost their breath, they always had the purest smile on their faces, without a trace of impurities.

Calvin didn't pause as he passed by the corpses of those men, and he felt as if he were sleepwalking—of course, maybe he was indeed dreaming.

He didn't really understand why he had made such a decision...... He transformed all the madmen who gathered into "creatures of light" who knew nothing but joy and carefreeness.

Calvin did all the conversions in no time.

On the one hand, because the number of madmen gathered was not large, and on the other hand, his power was so full that it could spread on its own, and the only thing Calvin had to do was to walk slowly through the crowd.

When everybody, with that pure joy, slowly turned around and went back to where they were supposed to be. Calvin's wings slowly gathered behind him. He gathered his strength and returned to the steps of the gun shop.

Red Deer did not change his posture and stood there as Calvin had requested.

He stared at Calvin quietly, yes

Until the calm and holy expression on Calvin's face, which seemed to be wearing a marble mask, shattered little by little.

The part of Calvin's body that was human finally slowly returned, and little by little, a mixture of extreme sadness and self-loathing appeared on the young man's face.

"I don't know...... Did I make the right decision? ”

Calvin said hoarsely to Red Deer.

"I want to save them, I ...... I hope to make them normal. ”

A look of pain flashed in the young angel's eyes.

"But I can't. The only thing I can do is turn them from one monster to another. ”

He looked back at the people who had faded away, and could no longer see their backs.

"I swore I wouldn't do anything like this, but, look at them......"

Red Deer walked down the stairs, and then he hugged Calvin, who was crumbling.

"It's a good thing for them. ”

The beautiful green-eyed demon whispered softly in Calvin's ear, his voice wrapped around Calvin like velvet, and every reassurance he made sounded so persuasive.

If there really is a devil's whisper in this world, Calvin can be sure that it is the voice of the red deer now.

"Believe me, my dear Calvin, if you can really turn them from those muddled madmen to normal people, those poor little ones are really going to hell - my 'doors' are opening for them. Red Deer paused, he looked intently at Calvin in his arms, then lowered his head slightly, he stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked away the tears that slowly seeped out of the corners of his eyes, and trembled because of the slightly salty taste, "They are all guilty of felonies, and you don't want to know what they did to the people around them under Joshua's bewitchment." Being able to turn into a creature of light is already your greatest mercy and mercy to them. ”

"Is that so......"

"Of course you are, you're saving them. ”

Calvin lowered his eyes, long eyelashes hiding the look in his eyes.

"I doubt that, but ......"

He muttered softly, not saying the next sentence of "but", and Red Deer didn't ask as a matter of course.

……

Under the reassurance of Red Deer, Calvin appeared to be a little calmer.

The two of them started their journey again. Calvin took the red deer through half the city, arriving at a dilapidated house before the sun went down.

"Here?"

Seeing the familiar building, Red Deer couldn't help but show a little surprise.

Above the closed iron door, the huge neon sign had already been smashed. The brown-red brick walls are covered with graffiti, and the traces of fire make the already unimpressive building look even more bleak. And as with the scenes along the way, there are many Advent lunatics roaming the area—most of the people who are still able to move are of the physically fit type, they are extremely high-spirited, naked, and covered in dirt and blood. They writhed their bodies in the abandoned car, like some kind of incomprehensible dance.

Calvin stepped forward as usual, skillfully transforming the men into harmless creatures of light - he had revealed some confusion and apprehension about his actions in front of the gun shop, but now, not even the red deer could detect any excess emotions in Calvin's body.

By the time everything had calmed down, the sun was already about to set.

Calvin and Red Deer stood side by side in front of the iron gate.

Red Deer turned his face sideways and looked at Calvin.

His angel had folded his wings behind him. Calvin looked at the familiar door and steps, and a look of nostalgia was on his face.

The time when he was an unqualified bartender here was a rare and peaceful life in his life

"When I left here, I thought I would never come back. ”

Calvin murmured.

He even hesitated for a moment before slowly pushing the door open—

The locks on the doors have long since been broken, and the inside of the bar has been ransacked. It used to be home to a number of guests, most of whom were the dregs of society, whose hearts were broken, their lives in shambles, and they had to stay in this speakeasy day after day, drinking cheap liquor and bragging about cowhides. And now, this place is completely gone.

Just looking at the outside of the bar is bad enough, but in reality the inside of the bar is many times more damaged than the outside looks. The outdated tables and chairs are now only charred wooden frames, scattered on the floor. There weren't many corpses, probably one or two (or more, but they were all crushed underneath the other burnt furniture), all of them blackened and lying on the ground.

Calvin didn't even think about what was going on here.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the air inside the bar is somewhat fresh - the strong smell of burning is certainly not good, but compared to the common fermentation smell of corpses, blood and human excrement, the former is at least tolerable.

Calvin slowly kept the door open and slowly walked deeper into the bar, the worst of the fire was located in the area of the entire space near the door, and the bar was not completely burned, but only blackened.

The former bar clerk turned a blind eye around some charred wood and walked behind the bar, kicking his toes through the dust and wood shards to dig out the hidden compartment beneath the floor.

He pulled out several intact bottles from the dark compartment and handed one of them to Red Deer.

"I thought I could make you a nice glass of wine here. ”

Calvin smiled bitterly at the red deer.

Red Deer grimaced at him.

"I love you so much, darling, but forget that mojito—"

Apparently both of them remembered that first encounter mixed with lies, and at that time, Calvin had no idea that he would have such a deep intersection with the seemingly innocent art student.

Red Deer wiped the black ash from the top of the bar with his coat and sat down.

He held a bottle in one hand and a gun in the other, the muzzle of which was always aimed at the door.

"So, you think Redbeard will be here?"

He asked.

Calvin opened the bottle and tasted the wines, which tasted so strange because of the heat, that he wrinkled childishly.

It was at this time that he caught a glimpse of the old-fashioned jukebox in the corner. Probably because the area was not completely burned, but was affected by the heat, and the jukebox miraculously remained intact.

However, there was no electricity, and the jukebox was only covered in a thick layer of black ash, and corpses stood there.

Calvin walked over, and he reached out and swiped lightly on the jukebox—

"Ding......

An electronic sound rang out in the dead and empty space.

The jukebox was back in motion under Calvin's power, and the pompous light illuminated the gray ruins. It casts a grotesque and absurd glow over everything.

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