"We are born with sin, we have darkness in our souls, and our survival will only intensify the spread of darkness, and only death can put an end to it. ”

In the dimly lit longhouse, the man stood in front of the brazier and read in a deep voice, and with his hoarse voice, the others in the longhouse also knelt down with him, muttering something in a low voice, and the voices came together and became a chaotic whisper.

All the people present are members of the Terminal Society, as a heretical group, their concept is very simple, that is, absolute death, the end of all things, and the final outcome of each small association group is to die together, which also makes it difficult for outsiders to study their existence, and usually they can only get the dead corpses in one place in the end.

It stands to reason that if they act on such an idea, the final association will eventually die completely, but the strange thing is that no matter how many times they die, there will always be a trace of the idea that has been handed down, and what is even more strange is that some people actually believe in such a crazy idea and are willing to die together.

"Die, end the darkness, and return to Valhalla!"

Some believers shouted loudly, he took the lead in pulling out the short knife, and then stabbed at the believer beside him, without the slightest hesitation, the two scuffled together, the blades were staggered, cutting one wound after another on the body, until the two died in a pool of bright red blood.

"Valhalla!"

The believers roared loudly, they were all Vikings, and even without the existence of the Ultimate, they still had a stubborn passion for the return of the dead to Valhalla.

"Valhalla!"

The man replied loudly.

"Yes, death, absolute death, only then can the darkness be eradicated!"

The man threw the book in his hand into the brazier, and the burning pages swayed and fell on the fur, and the spark ignited and spread towards the house.

No one cared about this, and even a few madmen felt that it didn't burn fast enough, so they sprinkled the liquor on it to speed up the burn.

"As long as there is no light, even the darkness will lose the meaning of existence!"

The man drew his own dagger, his eyes lit up with a sharp glow, which had turned blood-red, but there was a little sense of reason all the while.

Blood and flames, the atmosphere of the scene was warm, and some believers who couldn't help it had already begun to fight each other, no one stopped this, but everyone cheered for their deaths, shouting their names loudly.

In this frenzy, everyone was completely unaware of the arrival of another man, dressed in black robes, armed with an antique spear, and carrying a leather round shield behind him, and he pushed open the door, and the wind and snow poured out from behind him with cold.

He's like someone who has come out of a story.

"Oh, pioneer, have you come to witness us?"

The man's excitement at the sight of the forerunner seemed even more joyful than his subsequent holy death.

"Yes, and I will give more value to your deaths. ”

The Pioneer's face was obscured by the shadow of the hood, and the man could see a little silver underneath it, which seemed to be a silver helmet, and down the neck, it was also the same silver armor, as if beneath this black robe was a delicate armor.

The man did not continue to think about it, no one ever knew what the pioneer really looked like, not even him, and he did not have time to find out more, after all, he was going to die, to carry out that holy death, to be freed from the heavy charge.

"By the way, that bastard Lucius still ran away, I should have realized that he didn't care about the end of everything, all he wanted was profit. ”

The man remembered the old man who had run away, and his place in today's death should have been.

"He can't escape, this curse is for all mankind, it's just a matter of death. ”

The Herald spoke slowly, his voice metallic and hoarse, like a wounded beast.

"Some guys have woken up, a bunch of rubbish who only compromise...... But they're rubbish, but they're still somewhat useful, and I need you to get their eyes on them, and it's best to keep them tired, think they've solved their mistakes, and go back to sleep. ”

The pioneer speaks what the man doesn't understand, and the man doesn't think more, and he just obeys what the pioneer says.

"What are we supposed to do?"

The man asked.

"Stop the fight first. ”

"Stop!"

The man ordered, and the fanatical believers stopped at once, and some of them had just put a knife into another person's stomach, and when they heard the man's order, they stopped directly, holding the knife stuck in their stomachs, and looked here.

"And then?"

"You'll know in a moment, but before I do that I need to leave, if I get too close, they'll spot. ”

After saying this, the pioneer prepared to leave without any emotion, and the treatment of these madmen was like packing up tools.

"Wait, pioneer, I'm going to die, I'm going to never see you again. ”

The man called out to the herald, who turned slowly, a little curious as to what the man was going to say.

I saw the man straighten up his clothes, try to be as decent as possible, and then show a sincere smile.

"Thank you for showing me the truth of this world...... Thank you also for the days when we sailed together, to be your first mate is the highest honor in my life. ”

The Herald nodded slightly, and said nothing, he simply pushed open the door and left like a machine, nothing changed except for the movements of the believers who stopped, as if the Herald had never come.

The man stood still for a long time, and with a long sigh, he felt that his whole body was much more relaxed.

"I didn't expect to see you again. ”

Then his eyes went dark, and the illusion of confusion and madness emerged from the darkness, such a situation did not only happen to him alone, all the believers saw the same picture, the huge memory was instilled into the fragile flesh and blood in an instant, and some people couldn't bear the pressure and knelt directly on the ground, and blood continued to flow from the five holes.

Erosion comes here.

The man began to take it any longer, and he fell into the brazier in front of him, the blazing fire that ignited his clothes, and instead of letting out a low cry of pain, he stared straight into the hallucination...... Or maybe it's a memory of the past.

These memories of years, hundreds of years, thousands of years...... It seems like there is no end to memory.

"It's so lonely. ”

Endless years have passed in a hurry, and only the owner of the memory is alone in the memory from beginning to end.

The man's skin withered and shattered, and under the strange erosion, his flesh shriveled into a black hard, covering the fragile bones, and the flames burned it, but he could no longer feel any reaction from his body.

The will began to crumble, under this huge memory, the will of mortals was so fragile, it seemed to the outside world that it was only a few seconds later, but the man had gone through countless years, and he was almost unable to tell who he was.

But just as he was about to die, he saw it, and went over the fence and into the darkness.

At the end of this memory, in the abode of the gods and curses, in the dark swamp of hideous stickiness, here despair and fear take on a descriptive shape, as if all sin and evil were concentrated.

Something indescribable slidenged in this forgotten place, until the man came through the long years and knew its existence again, saw it as it was, and disturbed its eternal sleep.

So it woke up from its long sleep, crossed time and dimensions, and arrived in the present world.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The believers let out the same screams, their voices were very weak, their flesh began to crumble, and everything was going into extreme madness in the burning longhouse.

The body was drained of blood, and then viscous black water gushed out of it, and it was like an endless body, cold to the bone, and even the fireworks could not warm it.

It seemed that beneath the human shell was the liquid of sin, which coalesced together and the smooth surface began to wriggle, dragging the dry corpses up like chewing food, engulfing them completely.

The man was still a little conscious, but it was only like a candle in the wind, and black water was constantly being drawn from his mouth and nose, as if a flock of crows had pecked at his eyeballs, and one of his eyes was blind and rotten, like a spring, from which black water gurgled out.

The man felt that his body had been drained, whether it was blood or internal organs, but the black water was still gushing out...... Perhaps the thing that is being withdrawn now is my own soul.

He watched all this sadly, but he could feel the hideous malice around him, and he could vaguely see the black water that had been withdrawn from his body, and he could see the appearance of his own soul.

He thought it was a little ridiculous.

Is this his soul? These strange things that are dark and sticky are his soul, the soul of man, the soul of sin.

The black, viscous liquid seemed to be alive, and they squirmed wildly, and the gummy surface bulged into countless bumps that seemed to be boiling, and then strange life grew out of the liquid...... In fact, it is difficult to call whether such a thing has life or not.

The inhuman spine protrudes from the black water, which seems to be the spine of some beast, and it can be inferred from its size that the beast must also be as large as a tall building, with shriveled muscle fibers hanging from it, and the intestines hanging between the ribs like streamers, and the ribs like a cage, protecting a large heart that is completely exposed, and the thick blood vessels are connected to the black water, beating vigorously and twitching the fluid.

The thing was slowly trembling, as if breathing, it looked like a newborn creature, but the man felt that it was more like a disguise of black water, it was simulating the appearance of some kind of life.

The surface of the black water became manic, and countless palms stretched out from the black water, and at this moment, the black water was more like a solid mirror, under which there was a way to another world.

The palms were white, like a woman's delicate and beautiful hands, and they shook slightly like a meadow swept by the wind, which was an incomparably shocking scene, and thousands of hands shook together.

Thin blood streaks split from the palm, revealing a miserable white pupil underneath, the black pupil turned rapidly, and more small eyeballs appeared at the edge of the corner, and tens of thousands of eyes shook with the palm.

Dense veins covered the flesh and bones, and a monstrous black jaw bloomed from the sarcoma, spitting air and letting out a hoarse wail, and a thousand voices converged into a frenzied cry.

The man retched violently, but there was nothing left in his body, not even his soul, and the only eyes he had were witnesses of all this, witnessing the embodiment of this "mad dark death fear".

Little by little, the body sank into the black water, the whole longhouse was burned by the fire, the wind carried the ice and snow into it, and the black water continued to expand outward as if it had lost its restraints, and grotesque things proliferated on it, corrupting the whole world into a thousand holes......

This is what the soul looks like, this is the darkness beneath the shell, and there is such a terrible life in this wonderful world, and the man feels that the pioneer is right, that this world should usher in a future in which all mankind will die.

This is the end of all things.

He sank completely into the black waters, and they poured back into their shriveled shells.

I couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or a reality, but the man in the ultimate of death saw it, and countless angels shook their wings and slowly fell, and they came from the sky, with holy white flames.

They seemed to be reaching out to themselves, as if at the end of this nightmare, what awaited him was the endless feast of Valhalla, and it seemed like a beautiful heavenly kingdom.

Yes...... Whether it's light or darkness, whatever it is, as long as you can free your sinful soul and get out of this crazy world, whatever it is.

The man thought to the end.

The rain of fire fell, and everything was reduced to ashes.

......

The pioneer looked in the direction of the longhouse, and countless angels descended from the sky, and the fireworks descended with them, and the instantaneous heat melted the icy frozen earth, and then burned into a scorched earth.

As the oath says, they have always guarded the fence, obeying the iron rules that were laid down thousands of years ago.

The Harbinger saw this, and then he lowered his head and looked at the holy silver helmet in his hand, which, though carefully cared for, had become extremely mottled by the baptism of time, and was covered with deep dents, some of which almost pierced the helmet and cut off the head underneath.

"I hate being the same. ”

The Pioneer said suddenly, he was a man of few words, sometimes not saying a word for years, but now he was talking to himself.

"So what's the difference between now and the past? The problem has not been solved, and the world is still terrible. ”

He put his helmet on and hid it in the shadows with his hood.

The Pioneer left the place with his spear on his spear and walked out into the distant mountains, his figure so small and lonely in the wind and snow.