It's like the dream that trapped me, the place that seemed to be called [Gap].

No matter whether you are moving forward or backward, the scenery in front of you is monotonous and repetitive, as if all your struggles and efforts are in vain, and you can only struggle forever.

The pain of torture came from the body, and the sober will was sinking into chaos little by little, and the invisible erosion was like a sharp knife, as if cutting his mind.

It's painful, but it's worth rejoicing, it's what it's like to be alive.

Although his body was changing a little, he knew very well that he was still alive and that he had not fallen into that strange dream, but even if he knew all this clearly, when this dim corridor became incomparably long, as if there was no end, he would still be puzzled and panicked.

There was a fishy smell wafting in the air, and with the fall of the rain of fire, the whole corridor began to shake, and the dim lights went on and off, some barely rising, and some were extinguished forever, and at the same time the sound of dense footsteps sounded, as if in that dim corner, there was a crowd running.

"Come on!"

Cole roared, dragging his misshapen body and running wildly with the sound of dense footsteps.

The image in his field of vision began to disappear at his side at an accelerated pace, and the knife scraped against the wall and burst into dazzling sparks, and he screamed hoarsely, as if he was going to die, but as if he had come back to his youth.

The ferocious blade fell like thunder, and the demon's body shattered before his eyes.

In fact, Cole still has a lot to say to Arthur, after all these years, will any of those familiar friends still survive?How much more information about demons has advanced, but unfortunately, this is not a good time to catch up, and he has no time to do it.

His mind was gradually consumed by darkness, like a sleepy traveler, Cole's slashing gradually turned into meaningless madness, but soon he would be a little more sober, his tyrannical posture paused, and his eyes were full of confusion, like a child awakened in a nightmare.

There was a commotion on the other side of the darkness, and the slightly hideous figure slowly turned around, but he was greeted by a sudden sword light.

It was also a demon, as if it had been attacked before, its arms had vanished, and all that remained was the twisted section and the wriggling flesh in it.

It clenched its monstrous jaw, its teeth completely embedded with the handle of the folding knife as its body distorted.

The demon scurried with a folding knife in his hand, and the sharp light of the knife slashed through Cole's side.

Cole tried to raise his folding knife to defend, but now his thoughts are so heavy, if it were the will of others, Cole would have been alienated into a demon at this moment, but he is Mordred, a former Ranger, and under all kinds of specialization, he persevered in this hell to the end.

But he was still slow, and the hideous wound split along his arm, but with it there was the demon in the shadows, and the knife viciously slit its throat, and the demon let go of its mouth, stuck the knife into the wall, and then fell and bit the demon in the shadows with great pain.

Like a battle between wild beasts, soon the demon could no longer make a sound, and its entire body was shattered by the bite, and a large smear of dirty blood stained the entire wall.

Cole looked over and suddenly saw a familiar face beneath the blood.

The demon who had lost both arms paused after doing all this, and it was hard to imagine the entangled look on the demon's hideous face, it was tempted by flesh and blood, but it became hesitant because of that last obsession.

The same hideous face was reflected in the cloudy scarlet eyes, and the next moment the demon slammed into the hilt of the knife on the wall, and the hilt stabbed a dented wound in its heart with great force, and then spat it out on its back, blood gushing out.

It was like a bug nailed to a wall, its only limbs twitching, but it never tried to pull out the hilt, and it was whimpering, and it was speechless.

After a brief pause, a sharp blade slashed down, ending its pain.

The skull rolled into the blood, and his expression was peaceful.

"You're not a deserter anymore, Gavin. ”

Cole whispered, but his voice became unrecognizable due to the distortion, turning into an equally meaningless whimper.

He didn't look at the fallen head again, all the sins of the past were settled at the moment Gavin died, no matter what he had done, no one knew about it, and he ushered in a long-lost relief.

The rest of the road was unusually long, endlessly dim, and the piles of corpses, lying in the corners, in pieces, both human and demonic...... Actually, these are Cole's compatriots, and whatever they've done, they're essentially humans, humans who have gone crazy from erosion.

"It's a civil war. ”

Suddenly, Cole seemed to understand something.

Between humans and demons, it is humans who are really fighting each other from beginning to end, this is a cruel civil war that broke out among humans, and such a strange civil war does not know how many years it has lasted, and it still lasts today, like a vicious curse, hanging over everyone's heads.

Cole's breathing became heavy, perhaps shocked by his own conjecture, and Chaos' consciousness cleared up a little, but then he felt a pang of helplessness.

What if he knew all this now? He was no longer able to pass on the news, so he could only carry it with him to his death.

The icy wind and rain lapped against it, and the demon stepped out of the research area, bathed in the rain again.

Its monstrous body was no longer recognized, and at the end of its vision, under that somewhat ridiculous barrier, people were still holding their ground.

When there is no ammunition, he picks up a folding knife, and if the folding knife is also cut, he smashes it with the remains of steel, and the battle is like a group of primitive people fighting with stones.

They guarded the Jedi in the rainstorm, the last bulwark, and the original sin armor did not stop, fighting through the rain of fire.

As the wounds continued to expand, the ironclad demon had already declined, and now he only needed a force that could kill with one hit, but the existing firepower was no longer enough to do all this.

No...... There is still a chance.

Lancelot's hook was nailed into the dome, and the blue figure hung upside down like a bat, and under Percival's control, the iron-clad demon was attracted by it, and did not notice Lancelot's movements for the time being.

Above the lead-ash clouds, heavy daylight fell, and it was at this moment that Lancelot leaped out again.

For the sake of maneuverability, his armor is the lightest of a generation, and with a hook, he flies like a low-flying swift through the deadly rain of fire that falls.

The armor of iron and flesh was so swift under his control that one almost impossible action after another was achieved, and when he finally reached the desired position, his bloodshot eyes locked on what followed.

The hook was shot out again, and this time it hit the rain of fire falling from behind the rain curtain, the shattered metal that was burning wildly and had not yet completely melted, while another hook struck the soft flesh of the demon under the iron armor.

Some people seemed to guess what Lancelot was going to do, but they only felt incredible, it was an action beyond their expectations, but at this moment it was actually playing out before their eyes, and a phenomenon called "miracle" was born in this desperate situation.

Lanroster was well aware of the situation, they had been cornered, and although they had broken through the iron armor's defenses, they no longer had the ability to completely kill this demon with secret blood.

No, they still have power, and this rain of fire is the deadliest sword, and Lanloster's job is to direct this deadly blade to hit the demons.

"Percival!

The slightly immature voice was like a lion's roar.

It all happened almost instantly, and Lanroster anticipated the rapid rain of fire, and the hook that had been nailed into the demon's body was rapidly recovering.

The machinery above the arm burst into dazzling fire, the steam engine was overloaded, and although the armor had terrifying power, it was impossible to change the direction of the rain of fire in such a short period of time, all Lancelot could do was use the hook to modify its trajectory so that its impact point was deflected to the vulnerable position.

The hook was tightened, and the whisper of steel cracking came from his ears, but beneath the armor, Lancelot's eyes were fearless, and then the dazzling light of fire cut a deadly arc under the rain curtain, and the frantically burning fireworks engulfed everything.

The high-temperature explosion lifted from the demon's body, and it was torn apart without the protection of the iron armor, and the original sin armor that was close to it was also overturned by the impact of the explosion, and the heat wave several meters high surged like a splashing tide.

The rain curtain came to a halt for a moment, and only after a while did it fall again, washing away the deadly heat.

The massive corpse stood tall in the burning core, like the light of the sunrise, and the bones and iron armor formed a jagged sculpture, like a distorted dead tree, and its vague hideousness could still be seen.

Everything fell silent as the demons died, until the two original sin armors stood up with each other in their arms, and the roars of the demons were drowned out by their roars.

At this moment, the most dangerous demon has been solved, and the beautiful hope is constantly magnified in front of people's eyes.

Cole stood dumbfounded under the rain as if he couldn't believe what was happening, but then he let out a chilling laugh like a baby's shrill cry.

He was suddenly relieved.

Yes, he can't pass on this information, there are more people like him in history, they died with these terrifying secrets, but even so, humanity still survived, and in the following time, there are still descendants who follow their footprints to rediscover this hidden knowledge.

Those who came after them were better than they had to do, and they continued to push the [boundary] of human cognition of the world forward, until one day they lifted the hazy curtain and saw the truth of the whole world in the true sense.

Cole was no longer afraid, he could die without fear, he believed that someone in the near future would find out about this, he would eradicate the demons, and he would put an end to this hatred that had lasted for so long.

There will be no more demons in the world, and there will be no more cruelty.

He continued to laugh, and even death became less terrible at the thought of this.

Like Gavin in the dead, the demon raised his knife and pierced through his heart, twisting the handle to shred it completely, and at the same time exerting another force, he fell backwards and pinned himself to the ground.

The crucified demon began to twitch violently, it longed for blood and flesh, but it was nailed to the ground by the folding knife, it tried to pull out the folding knife, but it pierced too deep to break free, no matter how hard it tried, like a poor worm, it kept waving its limbs until the blood soaked through the water.

No one noticed the demon's death, and everyone's attention was overshadowed by the hope of survival, wielding all the weapons at their disposal to fight the demon trying to break through the barrier.

When the knife is broken, he picks up the remains of metal, and when it breaks, he raises his fist, and when his arm is broken, he bites it with his teeth, and when he loses it all, he falls into the water, and at the end of his life he curses it all.

For a moment, this seems to be the epitome of humanity's struggle against demons, from fear of darkness to illumination of darkness, from fear of demons to eradication of demons.

Like primitive man waving the stone in his hand, man does not want to live in fear anymore.

The sharp light of the knife tore through the falling rain, and Joey leapt out of the barrier, his heart beating violently, sending red-hot blood to every part of his body.

He's just a high-ranking knight who has undergone specialization, and the only special thing is that when facing demons, he won't be easily corrupted like ordinary people.

Joey didn't know how many demons he had killed, and he had long been left in his consciousness to kill innocently, but the light of the fire seemed to awaken his senses, and reason once again dominated the body, continuing to push the defense.

He was eroded by Moriarty, and coupled with this high-intensity battle, he should be the most easily alienated into a demon among the upper knights.

Joey knew this very well, and in order to save more people alive, he didn't say anything, and went straight to the most horrific killing, and it was at this moment that a demon knocked him over, and the sharp claws pierced his waist and abdomen.

Are you going to die?

Such a thought flashed through Joey's mind, in fact, it is not bad to die, so that he will not be tormented by the nightmare of the past, and he will not do so many wrong things......

No...... I can't die yet.

Thinking so, he got up from the stagnant water.

Yes, you can die, but you can't die so easily.

Joey's face gradually became hideous, and the chaotic vision reflected the hateful demon after another, unconsciously he had killed so deeply, and was deeply encircled.

He is doomed to die, unless a miracle happens.

No, there are no miracles anymore, and there are enough miracles happening on this battlefield of hell.

No, there are still miracles.

Isn't the so-called miracle just a word coined by man? It is a creation of man, not a gift from God or the devil.

Joey staggered to his feet, and finally fell over the corpse of the demon, nailed to the water with a folding knife, and looked familiar from its distorted countenance, as if he had seen it there...... It felt like some kind of patient.

But don't care so much, Joey lowered his body, and then the voice that terrified the demon sounded, it was some kind of chewing sound, as if some kind of monster was eating greedily under this rain curtain.

When he looked up again, his pale face was covered in blood, and there was red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't the so-called secret blood something that is extracted from the blood of demons?

Joey was joking too, but no one was paying attention to him anymore, and he stood up again with his folding knife in hand, the power of the taboo restlessness rising in his body.

"Life has no meaning...... No, there is still some meaning in life. ”

He remembered the supper with the kestrels, but he couldn't remember what he ate.

It is those ridiculous and small meanings that have sustained everyone to survive until now.

"Life is short...... Infinite burning. ”

He whispered, his knife cutting through the curtain of rain, howling with the wind and resonating like a chant.