It was as if at this moment, he had finally crossed the unbridgeable distance between him and this man.

Even if their lives end at this moment, it is a great harmony for the two to be buried here.

He thought to himself, and in the moment he saw through the smoke, Sayaro lifted him up and threw him directly onto the spherical altar. Helo tacitly half-knelt up, shot a rope towards the entrance of the cave, and turned back to reach Shayero, but in an instant, he saw the black ghost boys pounce on Shayero like locusts pouring out of their nests, and he missed his hand. At the same time, a tremendous force sucked him towards the altar. With the cracking sound of stones, his whole body fell backwards at once.

Then he fell onto something soft and soft.

A viscous sound came from below.

Countless sticky tentacles bound his body.

"Shayero!!"

Without time to pay attention to his condition, he struggled to look out of the altar.

The infected gathered like a pack of hungry beasts, so that he could not see Sayero's condition, but saw the ghost children arguing over a torn arm.

On the bloody cut of the arm hung a handful of wires to strengthen the bones, sparsely pulled like a torn rag.

Suddenly, as if receiving a signal, the infected scattered in a beastly manner, revealing a bloodied figure on the ground—or rather a single person.

Most of his body was missing, half of his handsome face had been gnawed off, his smoky eyes were looking vacantly in his direction, and the remaining hand was still reaching out towards him.

Heloh only glanced at it, and it was like a lightning strike, and he struggled hysterically, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth clenched, but he could not shed a single tear.

Is it a dream...... It must have been a nightmare.

Let me wake up quickly, wake up quickly!

He tore at the tentacles from his body, and turned his head like a mad beast to pound the ghost thing that bound him, but through the translucent texture of the thing, he saw that there was a human figure wrapped inside.

It was a familiar Asian face.

It's Ando.

"No, no, no......"

This must be a ridiculous nightmare! Helo struggled violently, but at this moment he saw Ando move from the transparent flesh under him, sliding out from the inside, and a pair of pitch-black wings were born behind him, naked and staggering to his feet.

He stared at him, purple fireworks burning in his eyes, and a hand touched his cheek.

But Heloh had no time to focus on anything else, and his whole mind was focused on Sayero. The person he loved most of his life, and the only one he loved, turned into a mutilated corpse. His soul seemed to be shattered into powder, and it didn't matter what happened, even Ando leaned down and kissed him.

"Elling......

His familiar voice called in a tone that was not unfamiliar to him.

Helo stared blankly at Sayero's corpse, allowing "Ando" to unbutton his shirt and press his body up. All the infected gathered around the altar as if they were recreating the scene in the mural. Unbeknownst to him, it was a grand sacrifice to resurrect the "God of Creation."

A hand reached into his clothes, cold, like a python.

He shuddered and looked at Ando blankly, his mind in confusion. And then, a voice sounded in his head: "Don't be afraid, Helo, I'm here. ”

It was Sayaro who was talking, and he wasn't sure it wasn't a hallucination of his imminent collapse, but he heard the voice continue, "Talk to him, try to delay as long as possible, and don't let him notice the change in me." ”

Helo was shocked and noticed that Sayero's mutilated body on the ground had grown bones and muscle tissue from the torn wound, and he was coming back to life. The dead thing in his chest seemed to come to life again, and he looked at him with wide eyes, and the ghost boys pounced on it again, gnawing at Sayero's flesh as if it were pecking at Prometheus. He endured the heart-rending heartache, looked at Ando, and immediately realized that the person in front of him was not Ando, but the person who called him "Ailing" was Isaiah.

"You're not Ando...... You occupy his body! ”

"That's right, I'm not." Ando laughed weirdly, and he compared his temples, "Because you have made a hole in my brain, and I can't □□ a new skin in a short time, so I have to borrow someone else's." ”

"Why is Ando there with you?" Helo struggled a few times, but the tentacles wrapped around him tightly.

"He was rebelled against me, and he was the one who brought you to me... Why, do you care about him? I thought you only had your brother in your eyes? Isaiah frowned, a strange color flashing in his eyes. The tone gave Hero a hint of familiarity, and he looked into Isaiah's eyes, as if he had spied something different. Whether it was delusion or not, he felt that Ando had not been completely taken away by Isaiah, and that he still existed in this body.

"Yes, of course I care, he's my important friend, how...... You must be very envious of the feeling of 'caring', at least you haven't experienced it with Ellen, and you won't have it with me. ”

He stared into Isaiah's eyes, focused, trying to find the cracks that had invaded his brain, and sure enough, his words succeeded in provoking Isaiah's mood swings. He grabbed him by the neck, leaned down and ripped open his pants, squeezing one knee between his legs: "It's okay, when I give birth to a child with Ailing genes with you, and dedicate it to God, God will grant my wish......"

Lunatic. Heloh thought to himself, and the image on the mural came to mind, maybe Isaiah was not saying crazy things, but imitating the actions depicted in the mural.

"What is your wish?" He locked Isaiah's gaze, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in another dimension. The space was viscous, dark, and full of blood, and the visceral-like walls wriggled around his body, as if to devour him.

He knew that he had successfully invaded Isaiah's brain through his mind.

Here, perhaps, a way to kill Isaiah could be found, he thought to himself, but the fear of his body being transformed came back again, and the squirming tentacles harassed his legs as if they were about to burrow into his body, making him almost unsteady. But a pair of arms grabbed him just in time.

He turned around, and Sayaro stood behind him, made a silent gesture to him, and disappeared in an instant. Regaining his courage, Helo walked forward, shouting Ando's name loudly, and suddenly, the flesh-like inner walls squirmed, and a human figure was peeled away.

A naked Asian youth.

"Ando! Ando! Hero called out to him in a low voice, trying to pull him out, but half of Ando's body seemed to melt into the inner wall of Isaiah's brain.

A bad thought flooded Helo's brain, and Ando may have had some kind of "fusion" with Isaiah, and there may be no way to wake up again. He patted his face and saw Ando's eyelids twitch slightly, slowly opening them.

The moment he saw him, Ando showed an incredulous look: "Helo? Why are you here? Then he looked around again in confusion, "I... Where am I? ”

"I'm in Isaiah's brain, or... In your brain, how's it going, do you have a way to break free? Helo held his upper body.

Ando lowered his head, suddenly understood something, he pushed Helo away: "Listen to me, Helo, I have no way to get out of here, Isaiah brainwashed me and destroyed my consciousness to pieces, and now you see that I am just a part of my remaining thinking, not enough to fight Isaiah......"

"No," Helo's heart tugged, and he looked at the slender eyes that were always playful, and suddenly realized how important it was for this friend who gags with him, makes jokes with no lower limits, but always tolerates him. Because he only looked at Sayero, he ignored too many people and too many things.

"But you can. While he was encroaching on me, I also knew the weakness in his thinking. If you go deeper, you will see...... Someone who looks exactly like you, when he's not you. ”

"Ailing, you say?" Helo frowned.

"You already know he exists?" Ando was a little surprised, and smiled bitterly, "I thought he would hide it from you for the rest of his life." That's... Maybe I still have a chance to take advantage of it. ”

Helo was dumbfounded: "You are still in the mood to think about this kind of thing at this time!" ”

"God knows how many years I've spent here, but I've always imagined how wonderful it would be to pass the time with you." Ando pursed his lips and began to make a mistake again, "Hey." For my sake, kiss me. ”

"You guy......" Helo gripped his shoulders and slowly loosened them again.

He gritted his teeth sadly and lowered his head and gagged Ando's mouth. And at this moment, the surrounding space contracted violently, and Ando suddenly pushed him away, he tried his best to support the inner walls that were approaching on both sides with his hands, and yelled at him: "Hurry up, find the Ailing in Isaiah's mind!" ”

With a surging heat in his eyes, Helo clenched his fists and rushed forward, and in the midst of a space of filthy flesh and blood, he saw a glowing object, a man lying quietly in a sleeping pod. The owner of his genes is sleeping inside.

Even though Heloh knew that this was not the real Elin, but only a vision that Isaiah had come up with that lived in his mind and memory, he still felt a moment of confusion when facing the other party.

"Hey...... Elling? He knocked on the glass and waited for him to open his eyes, but nothing happened. So he pressed the button to open the hatch, and Elin fell out of it, caught by him in time.

A series of moans fainter than breath came from Herlo's ears, and he listened carefully several times before he could hear what Elling was saying. He's saying "kill me." Heloh suddenly felt a kind of creep - if this was Isaiah's fantasy of Elin, would he say such a thing?

"Elling? Elling? How long have you been stuck here? Can you hear me? He asked tremblingly.

"Twenty-five years ago...... When I died. Ailing muttered in reply, his tone unheaving, neither sad nor painful, as if he were just carrying out a simple procedural instruction.

Heloh suddenly understood. This may be the remnants of the consciousness that Ailing invaded into the neo-Nazi system, which was somehow preserved by Isaiah and imprisoned in his own brain. It was probably the most appalling form of captivity he had ever heard.

And the consciousness that belongs to Ai Ling in front of him may be the spiritual pillar of Isaiah.

"Kill me. Set me free. ”

After answering his question, Ailing repeated it over and over again.

Helo carefully let him go, holding his breath. He didn't dare to face the face that was exactly the same as him, and he couldn't make this move, and when he was hesitating, a figure appeared in front of him. Sayero stared down at the people in the cabin, and suddenly, Elin reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Brother...... Is that you? ”

He was wide open, his eyes were gray blue, he couldn't see anything, just a remnant of consciousness, or some kind of obsession.

"It's me, Ain. What do you want to tell me? Sayero bent down and touched his eyelids, he rested his head on his shoulder, "Say whatever you want, I'm listening." ”

Helo stood aside, staring at the true brothers, both sad and a little apprehensive at what had happened to Ellen. He was afraid that Ai Ling would say something like "I love you", which was enough for his newly established confidence to collapse in an instant, because Sayero's gesture in front of him was too gentle.

"Don't trust William. I know he's like our father...... But after hacking into the neo-Nazi system, I found William's access logs, his fingerprints and images. He was a member of the neo-Nazis. I didn't have time to tell you that the top level of the United States has been gradually infiltrated, and you have to leave the CIA as soon as possible, hide your identity, disappear, and don't let them find you and use you. ”

"The mission that we see as more important than life is just an outright hoax. Unfortunately, by the time I found out, I was already dead. ”

As he said this, Elin's voice finally rose and fell, and it seemed that he had evolved from a simple program to a living person.

"I already know, about William's scam. In fact, I had long sensed that something was wrong, but I didn't want to believe it, otherwise I would have wondered if the previous thirty years or so of life were real. Shayero seemed to smile, but Helo felt palpitations.

Sayero hid his emotions in front of him so well that he couldn't feel how painful Sayero should have been when he realized the truth.

Being born out of a father's existence, everything that was born and died for it was a scam. But in front of him, Sayero just brushed it off, just like he treated the wound, as if he didn't care about his own pain and fear, and always just showed the most fearless and relaxed side in front of him.

This is probably the most hateful gentleness of this man.

"So you see, I've had my emotional lapses as well. I'm not a task machine anymore. Heloh saw Sayaro looking at him, as if he had made up his mind.

"I'm sorry, Elling. At that time, there was no choice to save you, nor did I keep my promise to you, so that you could see the world again. But...... I want to put you down. May I? ”

Heloh looked at Sayero in a daze and asked the people in the cabin, like a solemn farewell from the living to the dead, maybe a bouquet of daisies, a tombstone, but everything was less important.

Importantly, this goodbye.

"It's okay, brother. It's just that I will still love you, just like I love the sky, the rain, and the sea...... Love all the good things that have ever appeared in my life. ”

The blond-haired youth reached out and stroked Sayero's face, and his body gradually shattered along with the hibernation pod, disintegrating into countless glowing particles, leaving behind a smoky sigh.

"I'm sorry to leave you."

"Isaiah."

In the silence of the darkness, suddenly a mournful voice rang out, like the wailing of a wild beast, and it contracted sharply on all sides, and cracks spread out from the place where the spirit had disappeared.