In the holy city of Frankfurt, unimaginable disasters are spreading.

At first, it was just a silver-gray hazy mist slowly spreading out from the chimneys of the domed cathedral. People haven't understood what that means.

However, after just over half an hour, some people began to feel that their bodies were starting to change a little strangely.

It was as if the potion was too cold during the infusion, and something cold began to flow through the veins. When you press it lightly with your fingers, you can feel as if some frosted particles are rolling in your blood vessels.

Just as people started to realize that something was wrong, the graininess suddenly became extremely noticeable. The cold, grainy snow began to suck blood and swell, causing a sharp pain like tearing blood vessels.

With the naked eye alone, you can see streaks of green tendons bulging from your skin, as if there are snakes and insects rolling under your skin.

Some people were speechless in pain, and there were not no people rolling on the ground.

Some thought it was Saint Laurent's punishment for his ungodliness, and he fell to his knees and begged for Saint Laurent's forgiveness, but this did nothing to relieve his pain.

At this moment, the door of the domed cathedral suddenly opened.

In anticipatory eyes, some humanoid monsters in blood-stained robes staggered out of the domed cathedral.

――It's not an exaggeration to say that they're monsters.

Admittedly, their form is human.

However, the smell and taste are by no means possessed by humans.

A strange haunt was visible to the naked eye—it was a foul silver-gray, not so much a mercury-like color, but water that had been thrown into the silver paint.

And more intuitively, there are huge wounds on their bodies.

A translucent wound that runs straight through the chest, a wound that separates the trachea from the throat, a wound that tears the clothes on the chest like the claws of a beast, and a wound that cuts more than half of the belly and abdomen horizontally. The only thing they had in common was that they were intact from the neck up to the neck, with no injuries in any way.

If it were a human being, it would be a wound that would have completely cost them their lives—an incredible wound that would have been called a stigmata if it had appeared on the body of a saint.

Their movements are slightly stiff, as if they have just learned to walk. But the terrible thing is that over time, the proficiency of their actions is increasing rapidly and at an unimaginable rate.

Learn to walk with just a few steps; Just stiffly swing your head from side to side to stand naturally. Their expressions became natural at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if the plugs in their veins had melted with blood.

However, even if they were immobile, the sticky, cold, ominous sensation projected on them alone was enough to frighten people.

It wasn't the gaze of a predator, nor the gaze of a madman. It was just the most ordinary, godless gaze like a mechanical creature. But just by looking at it like that, you have the illusion that your soul is subdued and your body is frozen.

…… Or rather, it's not an illusion.

Those who had previously felt a chill in their bodies and their blood vessels swelled quickly calmed down. Their veins gradually calmed down, and dark purple lines like frostbite emerged along the veins, crawling hideously on the skin.

But as the lines appeared, the expressions of those people suddenly calmed down.

No, it's not so much calm as dead silence.

Their gazes were as calm as those of the dead, and they watched as the monsters gradually mastered their bodies and walked towards them, but they didn't react as if they were frozen.

With a faint and dull sound, filthy silver-gray blood flowers flew in the air.

Their hearts were gouged out, or their chests were pierced, and they fell straight down.

If you don't die, it will take a few seconds to die after receiving a fatal injury.

Although they seemed so indifferent to their own life and death, their hearts were full of doubts.

Why?

Why don't you suddenly want to resist?

No...... It's not so much that they don't want to resist, it's that the mind is subdued by some higher, cold mind. The flesh and blood brain becomes an arithmetic machine, powering its calculations. And in order to ensure efficiency, other thinking is blocked.

As their sanity faded, a will as mechanical as it was and as cold as steel was stated in their brains: "My name is Victor. From now on, your brains are mine. ”

"If one day you can be freed from this system, you can take revenge on me. It doesn't matter if you cut my throat with a knife, or slice me into countless slices, or smash my flesh with a sledgehammer, or crush my bones bit by bit with tongs—whatever you want. But now, I want to deprive you of the right to think, to deprive you of the right to die, of the right to live. ”

"From now on, turn into a gray plague. Infect more with your blood, spread eastward, march northward - and turn all that you see into one kind, multiply, spread, multiply, multiply. ”

"If you were to give you walking dead a name...... Consider yourselves calamity. Of course, I will keep you with the awareness of who you are, what you are doing, and how you are going to do it. What I've deprived me of is only the part of your energy that you think about...... Or, rather, rest and question the aspect of energy. ”

"Finally, remember that you are immortal. You must remember that you are immortal now—even if you are beheaded or your heart is cut open, your body can move at will. But only if you protect your heads. Protect your brains for thinking—"

"--Otherwise, I will kill you myself."

As the plain man's voice faded away, a huge amount of knowledge poured into their brains.

However, this knowledge is extremely blunt, and there is no ability to understand and apply it, and some are just knowledge itself. In other words, even the experience of understanding and application is translated into words and recorded in their brains. What they are responsible for is only one step in the complex process of determining the scope of retrieving a complex project, pinpointing relevant knowledge from a given scope, associating multiple keywords and proposing hypotheses, verifying whether a certain possibility is correct, verifying whether other processes are working properly, and so on.

There is only one step that each person is responsible for. It's like an assembly line, and everyone is responsible for a very simple part that can be completed with a single retrieval. In this way, a single thought is enough to complete an extremely complex design.

At the same time, the undead, bloodstained syndrome, negative energy, kakarit, funeral chanting...... The process by which they became what they are is is really unreservedly in their brains.

As the black lines gradually dissipated, these people stood up expressionlessly, marching slowly and neatly towards the east and north.

There was no emotion on their faces, and there was only a lifeless gray plaster cast in their eyes. (To be continued.) )