The moment Calvin uttered those words, the world that enveloped him—the world he had known for more than twenty years—changed dramatically.

Calvin clearly felt the dramatic change, and it was an extraordinary feeling. His nerves seemed to burn in unison in an instant, and the cold, pure power that had once made him feel unusually painful was perfectly embedded in his cells in an instant.

Cold and hot flashes surged through Calvin's body at the same time, but strangely he didn't feel any pain at all.

His body trembled slightly, and the boiling blood enveloped his unusually cold soul.

And the door was slowly opening, and its shaft was unusually smooth, and it opened so silently.

Extreme madness and darkness, and an indescribable evil flowed in from behind the door......

Calvin's breathing quickened, and it was a strange feeling, and when he told Reed that he wanted the "door" to open, the "thing" behind the door seemed to have a vague connection with him.

"As you wish......"

Reed smiled sweetly and strangely at Calvin, his expression and eyes tinged with strangeness.

Calvin was just mistaken for another voice wrapped beneath Reed's voice, a low hiss from the abyss that was just disguised as a human voice. Before that day, Calvin would have been terrified and horrified by the distortion and strangeness of that voice, but at this moment, the evil perfectly echoed the extremely pure power that gushed and turned like boiling steam within him.

His human sensibilities, good and evil, and moral mind, were completely dissolved by that force, and even his sanity as "Calvin" himself had been annihilated in the throbbing of his body. There is only a more primitive, purer impulse that pervades this humanoid body......

Slaughter.

Engulf.

Destroy.

Calvin's brain went blank, save for a white noise buzzing around his body at regular intervals.

["Crunch-"]

The "door" that should not be opened is opened.

Almost no one in the room could see with the naked eye how the "door" was opened, but that didn't mean they didn't feel that something was wrong.

Even though Calvin's soul and even **...... And this little area has changed in nature, but it's really only been for a very short time. In this short moment, the group of "professionals" hired by the Advent at great expense had seen the red door that had suddenly appeared behind them.

"It's a-"

Someone looked back at the door in shock, and something that slowly crawled out from behind it.

Leaves and branches rattled as they were crushed, and the damp earth hissed from squeezing and rubbing.

No matter how fierce or cruel a man is, the moment he saw it, he froze in place with extreme horror.

That even included the bald man.

He stared at it in disbelief, the whites of his eyes slightly red from bloodshot.

"Hell—"

The man instinctively turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger at the "things". Of course, there are also people who make mistakes and shoot out the elastic hunting net in their hands. After realizing that something was wrong, he cursed in a low voice and quickly changed his gun, but it was a moment of hesitation, and the "thing" flowing out of the door had slowly hooked his ankle.

"Ahh

The first scream was followed by numerous desolate and terrified screams from the bushes. The screams of humans and the continuous sound of guns should have been able to tear through the silent night sky, but on this night, the tragedy that happened to the men seemed to be firmly enveloped in a dark shadow by an invisible glass cover.

A young truck driver drives by a short distance beyond the campsite with his lights on and listening to music on the radio. As we passed by the dilapidated campsite, the music on the radio was cut off by invisible interference, and finally turned into a screeching noise that was difficult to continue.

"Oh, shit!"

The truck driver slapped his radio.

For a moment, the white noise on the radio sounded like a myriad of people screaming — the trucker's mind conjured up scenes from countless horror movies, and he shivered and instinctively turned off the radio.

On the other side of the bushes, a small dim light seemed to cast from the campsite. The trucker's gaze swept over the campsite, then he quickly turned his gaze back to the road.

He figured there was some kind of shit going on in that area. Those boring bonfires and fireworks, and the muddy young people. The truck driver cursed in his heart, the hair on the back of his neck stood upside down, and cold sweat flowed from his back.

"God, this place is really unpleasant. ”

It was at this moment that the truck's headlights swept past the side of the road as it turned.

Something slid swiftly into the driver's eye, forcing him to get in shape.

At a glance, the truck driver seemed to see a bloody man—bareheaded, muscular—trying to emerge from the bushes by the side of the road like a worm.

His whole body was covered in blood, and his neck and forehead were a little white, as if someone had gnawed off his scalp.

The truck driver was chilled, but thankfully, when he looked back at his previous position, there was only a rusty can.

Everything just now was just his delusion.

The truck driver thought, and he subconsciously added a little throttle.

A few minutes after the truck left the campsite, the trucker's broadcast returned to normal.

And the overly lucky driver would never have imagined what had happened to the "Mr. Illusion" he had thought of just a few minutes earlier......

……

A red shadow slowly squirmed towards the bald man.

The man smelled rust, the smell of blood, the smell he had long been familiar with, even in his bones, but he had never been more afraid of that smell.

He knew where that smell came from.

Red muscles, white fascia, and bright red eyes.

The bald man watched in disbelief as the women approached.

He didn't know how to react and couldn't.

"Get out of here—get out of here—"

He screamed, in another country's language.

It was his native language, and the women were his compatriots. They trusted him and loved him, so they were willing to follow him to a foreign land.

However, when he knew how valuable the skin of the intact young women in the black market was, he did not hesitate to go after them.

He peeled the first skin in his bathroom, and the smell of blood seeped into his pores, so much so that he could smell himself as he breathed for months to come.

He used the money from that skin to buy a good gun, and then lived a good life with that good gun.

By the way, the bald man thought he would never see the woman again, but during his last meeting with one of the Advent archbishops, he clearly crossed the chair behind the bishop...... On the back of that chair, the bald man saw a familiar birthmark.

[It hurts, brother, it hurts. 】

Back in reality, the bald man heard the shadows muttering.

Yes, it hurts.

Now the bald man knows that it really hurts when his scalp is torn off.

The shadows swooped down on him one after another, wet muscles and entrails wrapped around his mouth and nose, and slender pale phalanges and exposed teeth gnawed at his flesh.

In the gradually reddening vision, the bald man looked straight at the man above him......

Angel.

Angel of Judgment.

The bald man's mind was reminded of those boring religious paintings that his mother had seen in his arms a long time ago.

At that time, he was already fascinated by the images of bloodied sinners in hell.

But he never imagined that one day he would be one of those people.

With all his might, he almost escaped with amazing perseverance.

But in the end, little by little, he was dragged back by those "things".

His companions were lifeless, and there were only large patches of red blood in the bushes, but the bald man did not see the corpses of his companions—which might have been a good thing in normal times.

There is no way to determine death without a body.

But this time, the bald man's instincts told him that the fate of those people was probably worse than death.

"No...... Not ......"

The bald man was almost scared out of his guts.

He slowly knelt down, sobbing and pleading with Calvin, who shimmered silver under the moonlight.

"I know it's wrong...... I know...... Forgive me...... Please......"

But all he could see was the cold face of the silver man.

No......

That may not be a "person".

The bald man thought vaguely.

In his vision, which had become distorted little by little by extreme fright, everything about that man was so cold and beautiful.

But that's a trait that humans can't have.

It was only a force—a symptom—or rather an illusory projection of some higher will in this barren world—

The bald man didn't even get a word in response.

Calvin just watched him silently, letting him slowly wrap around the red body that gradually wrapped around his body, and then little by little, dragged towards the door in the bushes.

However, unlike many times I have seen it before, there is no door anymore.

The red door frame stood perfectly in the moonlight, and the darkness was viscous and deep.

Calvin couldn't help but blink.

And behind that door, there was a ripple of "things...... 2k reading web