Little York was so frightened that he couldn't move, watching Hector's believers cut the girl's chest, and in the girl's scream, he used the dagger to divide the girl's ribs little by little, and then stretched out his hand to grab the separated ribs, broke them hard, and skimmed them to the sides. As the chest cavity was opened, the girl's breathing became more and more difficult, and the screams naturally began to gradually lower and gradually disappear, until finally little York saw that the girl's mouth was long and large, and she was breathing hard, but her lungs could not breathe in air because of the lack of air pressure difference between the inside and outside.

Little York saw Hector break the girl's ribs one by one on her chest and arrange them into a flower-like shape, and in the distance, Little York could see that the girl's heart began to slowly stop beating and became dead.

The Hector believer didn't seem satisfied, and waved his hand, and a green light flashed. Little York saw the girl's heart, which had already begun to languish, beat again, and her lungs began to breathe. Strangely enough, this is not biologically possible, but little York could see that the little girl had broken free from the arms of death, albeit temporarily.

To be honest, it was the first time that little York had such a strong desire to die alone, and without the slightest malice. Yes, little York thought, and instead of living and being tortured like this, death might be her true destination.

"You can't just leave, baby. Tetsuya smiled, picked up the dagger and continued to gesture at the girl's abdomen, the small dagger showed a sharpness and strength similar to a butcher's knife in his hand, and little York saw that as the abdomen was cut, countless internal organs lost their restraint and flowed out of the abdomen under the traction of gravity, especially the intestines, which flowed everywhere.

Tetsuya seems to be satisfied, and lifts the miracle of keeping the girl's life alive. At that moment, little York heard a moan from the mouth of the girl who should not have been able to make a sound, as if he was relieved of his difficulties, as if he was free from the pleasure of no longer being tortured, and as if he regretted that he had not been able to live well. After that sound, the girl's heartbeat stopped beating, and only the organs that flowed from her abdomen to the ground remained, and she trembled slightly from time to time due to the residual electrical signals. Inexplicably, I don't know if I was grieving for the girl's cruel fate or rejoicing at the girl's relief, little York's eyes flowed tears. Little York didn't want to, and he couldn't stop the tears.

"Inspiration, inspiration, ......inspiration, Inspiration, here!" Little York heard the cry of the Hector believer, and looked up in the direction of the Hector believer while shedding tears. The believer cried out, one hand grasping the mask on his face, his fingertips turning white with such force, and the other hand, still holding the dagger, swung and writhed over the little girl's corpse, cutting the various organs that remained in the little girl's abdomen into pieces, and the uncoagulated blood and the fragments of internal organs scattered with his movements. Screaming and waving his dagger, the Hector believers seemed very happy.

After cutting the corpse's internal organs into minced meat that could not even be seen in shape, Hector's followers took out a large wooden plank and a shelf made of wood from the side, and after making the shelf in three or two clicks, they placed the planks on it. Finally, he took out a large white cloth from his bosom and spread it on a wooden board, and removed a few ship nails from the corpse and fixed the four corners of the cloth to make a simple drawing board. Then, he faced the drawing board and used a brush to splash ink on the drawing board with the blood of the corpse.

As he painted, Hector's devotees screamed and their hands fluttered across the canvas. Since Hector's back is to Little York, Little York's angle can still see what he is painting on the canvas. Confusion, because the colors of the various organs are not understood, and the fragments of internal organs of various colors mixed with blood are irregularly on the canvas, and the shape is not visible at all, and it is not known what they are going to compose. But little York knew that this painting carried the weight of a life.

Soon, Tetsuya's brush soaked the entire white cloth without a single blank space - in fact, this white cloth was not suitable for painting at all, and a little liquid could wet a large area, and even the thick ink would not draw the shape, let alone blood. But Tetsuya didn't care about this at all, and tore off the cloth nailed to the drawing plate vigorously, even if it broke, he didn't care, rolled up the cloth, raised his hands above his head, and his eyes were full of fanaticism: "This is the highest art! This is what I am pursuing! Ah, God, finally let me meet you!"

Keeping his hands above his head, he slowly knelt down, his eyes still looking at the cloth scroll in his hand, not caring that his feet were all occupied by blood, as if what he was holding in his hand was not an unknown object drawn with the blood of a girl he had just killed with cruel means, but a holy son who had just been born. There was a holy light in his eyes, and he was no less fanatical than the faithful who saw the Pope.

"Hahahaha, sure enough, this game is really powerful!" Tetsuya stood up with a strange smile, holding the cloth roll in his hand tenderly in his arms, and he didn't know that he was holding his newborn child - although it seemed to him that it was not wrong to say so. Carefully putting the cloth roll back into his arms, Tetsuya held the dagger in his hand and opened his arms to the sky, as if embracing the whole world: "I really love this game! Here, I found what I was looking for, a perfect, real game is the only way to satisfy me! I don't know who you are, the people who made this game, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

Not a madman, or a madman!" Little York had come to his senses by this time, and his mouth was whining, and he woke the Hector believers from the dreams he had weaved. "Ahh Hector stepped forward and tore the cloth off Little York's mouth: "Why, seeing the birth of such a beautiful work of art, do you feel the beauty of it? I think even a mortal like you can see the charm of this world from inside, right, right?"

"Shut up, you madman!" said little York, "I kind of understand, you're crazy, there's nothing to say between us." Tetsuya heard little York say that word, and the expression on his face distorted for a moment.