The hot wind with flames blew away the white mist in front of Olga's eyes. As Olga hesitated to go into the white mist to find Julius and them, the scorching wind blew everything away in front of him.

What appeared before Olga's eyes was a burning village. After the hot wind blew away the fog, Olga appeared above Olga a night full of stars, and in such a dark night, the flames were even brighter...... It's also hotter. Olga could feel the sparks coming at her face, the sparks falling on her clothes and extinguishing.

The land has been scorched, and the houses in the village have been turned into fuel from the raging fires. Olga stood outside the village, watching the devastation. He didn't know what it was all about, and if it was an illusion, it was all too real. It seemed that the fire that could make people's faces burned did not reach Olga, who was in the outermost area, but the temperature was enough to suffocate people.

Everything in front of her was both strange and familiar to Olga. He couldn't help but walk towards the burning village, into the fire.

The houses that collapsed because of the fire, the crackling wood that burned to the ground, these are the things in Olga's memories, but these things are memories of a long time ago, why did they appear in front of him again?

Walking through the burning village, Olga found no human presence and no body. It was as if there had never been a human being, but a deserted village had burned down.

It doesn't seem reasonable, and Olga doesn't believe it's real. But whether it was the temperature or the sound in his ears, it was hard for him to believe that it was fake. If this is a stage, then this stage can be said to be perfect. The most real stage will always make people fall into it, but they can clearly realize that all this is actually fake.

Olga faintly heard a human voice. The voices made his heart tense and beat hard. He couldn't really hear the voices, but it was something his memory was in, so he understood what they were saying.

It was begging for mercy, screaming, and countless shouts. That is the most primitive and pure reaction that a person can make in the face of death. He could hear the voices, but he couldn't see the people who made them. In his field of vision, there were only burning villages, and endless flames, and it seemed that the whole world was only flames.

This feeling did not last long, and Olga saw something new.

It was a flame with a humanoid silhouette running past his eyes. There weren't many of them, and looking at the gestures made by these figures, it looked like they were avoiding something, and some of them even fell to the ground, and before they could get up, they seemed to have been hit by something, and the whole flame burst out, and then dissipated into the air.

Everything that happened in front of her eyes, Olga remembered. It was the appearance of the fleeing villagers, they panicked, and some of them walked too panicked, fell to the ground, and then never had a chance to get up again. for the destroyers of their villages are after them, and they will drive them to destruction.

Even if it's just a flame with a human silhouette, it's all so real to Olga. In other words, it is precisely because of the appearance of the flame that it makes people feel absurd and at the same time, it is so clear.

Humanoid flames kept running in front of his eyes, seemingly endless. Didn't Olga think that there would be so many people in a village, and that everything that was happening in front of him was repeating itself? In this strange world, so many things are unknown that it is difficult to figure out if it is all real.

Among the running and falling figures, there was a figure standing in front of Olga. It didn't look at Olga, but stopped in the opposite direction of the humanoids' flight. Holding aloft in its hand, a stick also made of flames, it went against the flow of people and rushed forward in front of Olga's eyes.

Then it was knocked away by something invisible, fell to the ground, and fell in front of Olga. Olga saw the face of this unusual humanoid, different from the flat face of the other humanoids, this humanoid, with a more detailed outline. It looked like a teenager, and the contours of the humanoid's face became clearer when Olga thought so.

It looks a lot like Julius — or shouldn't say that, it should be said that Julius resembles this humanoid. Olga remembers this face, that was decades ago, so this face is not Julius's, and there are some differences from Julius.

The figure that fell to the ground tried to get back up, but was unsuccessful. Something pierced its back, and it never got up again after it fell, dissipating into sparks.

Olga closed her eyes. Everything that happened in front of him seemed to be reproduced yesterday, pulling out his innermost memories and putting them in front of him for him to see again—and in such a strange and absurd form. It's not a pleasant thing to be spied on inside, but Olga is not angry, he is now full of sadness.

"This is the crime you have ever committed. A voice rang in Olga's ears. When Olga opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing in front of her. The humanoid has its own silhouette and appearance, but looks younger. "Can you, who have killed countless people, be forgiven for the enlightenment and remorse of your old age? ”

"Who are you. Olga asked, reaching for the sword at her waist. His sword was pinned there, and when his hand gripped the hilt, the unusually high temperature seemed to burn his palm. But Olga didn't let go, letting the scorching heat spread in the palm of her hand.

"You shouldn't ask that kind of question. The figure said, "I am you, you are me." Such a simple and direct thing, you should also understand it in your own heart. ”

"I'm not you, and you're not me. Olga said.

The humanoid didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the argument with Olga on this issue, but just shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, you can think the same way, and it's also reasonable: the past me is not the current you, and the old me will certainly not be the younger me." ”

The face of the human figure became clearer and clearer, and the face was indeed Olga's, but it looked more energetic, younger, and more ...... Savage and evil.

The humanoid continued: "Isn't this place nostalgic? Although it was decades ago, and it took place in a remote village, with no features to speak of, and no oil or water...... But you remember so many details, and those sounds...... The teenager. I was amazed. ”

"It's not just here. "There seem to be countless such scenes, such memories...... Every memory is a crime I have committed. ”

The humanoid shook his head, "Not as much as you think, old man, you just have to be overwhelmed by guilt to have such delusions...... But this teenager here is the most impressive for you. ”

Beside the humanoid, a humanoid figure with a face similar to Julius appeared. Subsequently, more and more human figures appeared at Olga's side. They surrounded Olga, shouting and roaring, but Olga couldn't hear them anymore, it looked like a silent mime. Indeed, in Olga's memory, the words of the victims had never been heard, only screams, wails, and cries. These figures didn't just look like they were going to surround Olga like this.

"I don't think it's so easy to wash away crimes, not even time. The humanoid in Olga's form continued, shaking his head as if sighing, "You shouldn't have to be an old man to wake up to how you spent the first half of your life and what a rotten person you are." Your guilt and troubled conscience will not bring the dead back to life, but will only add to your troubles. Look at this, your worthless conscience, like a stone, has finally hit your own feet. There are already many people's lives ruined by you, why do you still mess up your own lives because of this kind of thing? Because of remorse and guilt, do you want to protect those young people when they are about to die of old age?"

The humanoid spread his hands and looked helpless, "What kind of experience will it be to die in the hands of your own memory?"

The flaming humanoids tightened the encirclement again, and they approached Olga step by step.

Olga closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and let go of her hand from the hilt of her sword. "No matter how I die, I can't clear my name. But there are some things that I have to live to do. ”

Olga opened her eyes and looked at the figures around her. There are some people's faces that he has forgotten, but there are others who still have clear faces in his memory. "I can't die here yet...... At least not right now. ”

The humanoids rushed towards Olga.