Jung died, dying in front of me without resistance. He shouldn't have died so easily, even if I pierced his heart, there were many ways to heal himself with his constitution and ability. I looked at the corpse that was getting cold, the pool of blood slowly expanding on the ground, and my heart was filled with mixed emotions. Sensibility drove me to launch a deadly raid on him, and it was emotion that kept me from carrying it through. If I want to say what kind of murder Jung had in mind, I can only say that it was not simply a ritual to stop the evil in front of me, even if the deviation ritual of the torchlight was full of far more evil than I imagined, I would never kill my "old friend" in this way just for this reason.

Jung's unresisted death made my body difficult to move for a while, and I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of thoughts did Jung have when he died? There is no doubt that such a death was of his own choosing. In this choice, is he also ambivalent about this deviant ritual, and does his rebuke of what I did stand entirely from the perspective of what he considers "righteous"? His behavior was so out of place that if he had the heart, he should have even been wary of me from beginning to end, and I thought that this raid, judging by the anger he had shown before, was not entirely unexpected by him.

This means that he just put his life in my hands from the beginning.

Jung's indiscreet death is full of meanings that make me feel bitter and complex to understand. Even so, I killed him and ...... And kill everyone here like that. That's my choice, the Torchlight's Deviation Ritual gives me an unplanned sense of foreboding, and I'd rather let this act be an opportunity to promote the truth of the end times than to follow the plans of these people, because it would seem to invite something else terrible, something that is definitely no less than the apocalyptic omen I see in front of me.

Evil, crazy, and terrifying deviant rituals don't stop with the death of one or two mysterious experts. Although Jung gave me a certain amount of commentary, that was not the whole secret of this deviation ritual. In my past experience with sacrificial rituals, these rituals are to some extent autonomous, and once they have begun, they can be devoured as sacrifices even by the presiding officer himself, even if he kills all the people present in the ritual. I'm afraid, as Jung said, after Tomie and I arrive, the enemies who will enter the arena one after another will become the nourishment of the ceremony. However, it was precisely because the people of the Torchlight and these old friends had designed everyone, including the Doomsday Shinrikyo, that I chose this direct way to stop the ritual.

If I kill them, I can't stop the ritual, and even if I kill the people and non-people who will enter after that, I can't stop the ritual. What will really stop the ritual is the apocalyptic Shinrikyo that is counted in it—since they must enter, then, once they do, they will certainly convert an unfinished deviant ritual into a sacrificial ritual they want to see, in their own way.

I have no doubt that the Doomsday Truth Cult has such a ability, and their doomsday truth is the real truth in the apocalyptic illusion, and compared to us occult experts, Nazis and physical beings, they are the ones who have the destiny and truly stand at the forefront of the tide of the world era. I also trust my instincts, in the abilities of my old friends, and that the result of the Torchlight's deviant ritual must not be what the Doomsday Shinrikyo wants to see.

I have never underestimated the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, but these torchlight people may have underestimated the ability of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. The core of this game is not the confrontation between me and these people, I am just a key driving force, the real core is the confrontation between these people and the Doomsday Shinrikyo in front of me, the victory and defeat will only exist in these two, even if I kill everyone here, and then kill everyone who enters the market next, I will not be the real winner.

Killing and dying are sometimes the quickest and most straightforward way to solve problems, but in Doomsday Vision, it's not an absolute solution. In the infinite unknown, even death itself can become a mystery to move the truth forward. In the incomparably distant and vast world and the unknown that I have observed, I am just a trembling ant.

What I do, all I can do, is what I can do. I crouched down and opened Jung's death round, as if looking at some distant shore, and these eyes, which had become lifeless, did not let me see the slightest reluctance. When Jung chose to die, he may have been calm, he may still be conflicted, and he may really be angry and hopeless about what he has experienced, but when he chooses death, he definitely does not make a choice with a completely desperate and crazy mentality.

…… Maybe it's my fantasy about Jung's death, or maybe it's real, and I can't find any more evidence to confirm it.

A loud collision sound came from one side, and I knew that it was Tomie fighting, and I knew that Tomie, who had broken into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain, would definitely not fall into the face of these mysterious experts. My old friends, and other mystical experts I don't know, do have skills that cannot be underestimated, but under Tomie's transcendent and strange true face, their mysteries are still small. I know very well that even if I stand here and no longer get involved in this battle, and these people completely ignore me and besiege Tomie, Tomoe and I will still win the final victory. However, my sensibility makes it impossible for me to sit idly by and watch those old friends die so simply at Tomie's hands, and if they must die, I would prefer that I personally send them back to that temporary or permanent death, as Jung did.

Inside the great brazier, the ominous heat and throbbing were still high, and the madmen performing the rituals seemed to be in another world, oblivious to the battle around them, and as always, intoxicated by the sharp, harsh, incongruous music. And the mysterious experts who watched the ritual, or rather, "guarded" the performers of the ritual, had recovered from the sudden battle—they seemed to have been too involved in this evil ritual, too deep in it, and thus mentally dulled, and if it was normal, they would have sensed the danger the moment I plunged my blade into Jung's heart, and immediately encircled me and Tomie.

However, seconds after I had killed Jung, and after Tomie had broken into their midst, sending several people flying, there were still people watching the ritual in my eyes. There were only six or seven of the mysterious experts who really recovered from the raid and responded to the counterattack, and there were only three or four people rushing towards me, and I saw other old friends in them, such as File and Billy, but both of them were against Tomie, and the mysterious experts who rushed towards me were all guys I didn't know.

It is said that there are six or seven people, three or four, such a vague number, of course, it is not that my eyes are wrong and I can't see the number of people on the battlefield clearly. My chain decisions have always worked, and even motes can tell if they were in a normal situation, but none of these mysterious experts are normal people. Their movements, defenses, and attacks have been shrouded in mystery from the very beginning, and anomalies that I could not observe, or even observe, have been there since they began to act.

On the battlefield at this moment, without killing the last person, I can't be sure how many people there are in this underground hall, and whether the number of people I have observed is all of them.

The three or four people who rushed at me became three in the blink of an eye, and among the non-existent numbers, "one" was already in the hour, and the "next" was decreasing, and all of them were in a state of ambiguity and ambiguity, whether they were seen or felt, and they were not at all understandable to me. The situation itself is enough to be considered an anomaly caused by a mysterious force, as well as part of the enemy's offensive and defense. The part that goes beyond the chain observation can only be sensed by one's own intuition, and if even the sense is exceeded, it means that it is passive.

Until then, there was only one thing I needed to do - kill the part of the enemy I could observe, and moreover, only for a "moment".

I felt the unpredictable crisis suddenly appear behind me.

The speed sweep is expanded, and the invisible high-speed channel is formed. I rushed forward at a high speed that even the world seemed to stop running, and I had already observed the crisis that suddenly appeared behind me, some translucent silk threads, as if they were not in the place where I was, and if I had not entered the speed, then, even if I felt it, it would have been difficult to escape. However, since I escaped in the first place, such an attack means that the attacker has been exposed. Without a chain of judgments, intuition is already pointing along these invisible threads to the mysterious expert himself who wields this power.

It was a mysterious man who had hidden his body in a black robe, and his posture was exuding a sign of movement as if he was about to break free even in this high-speed world that had almost come to a standstill, and I knew that he was speeding up, in his own way, because he had realized that I was disappearing from his vision, not teleporting, but moving at high speed—I couldn't read his mind, but, my gut told me.

However, too late, my speed here is absolutely fast!

Before he could speed up enough to deal with it, I had come to his side, and as I had killed Jung, I plunged the blade of my right hand into his heart, and the blade of my left hand then easily cut off his head. His body is so fragile and he doesn't have any ability to defend himself, maybe his strength comes from other aspects, but since his strength is not all-round, and he doesn't have enough targeted defense against my speed, it is impossible for him to survive my attack.

I'm very strong.

In the same instant, I once again divided his severed head and body into three hundred and sixty-five parts. Unless he has the ability to "recover in an instant", even if he is still alive, it should take more time to recover.

In the next moment, I was already at the side of the second occult expert, who was clearly dressed as a mercenary compared to the black-robed man who attacked me first, and nine times out of ten was in the same organization as the filer. What exactly is his mysterious power, it is not shown in front of him, he also accompanies this world, in front of my speed, as if frozen, compared to the previous black-robed man, he did not even break free from this speed gap.

So, I plunged a sharp blade into his heart, severed his head, and dismembered his head and body into more than three hundred parts without observing any further anomalies.

This was followed by the third. The third mystery expert is also someone I don't know, and compared to the first two, there are some mysterious auras around me, which are really aura that can be seen with the naked eye, but I don't know what it does. Except for the aura, there was no anomaly around him, and the invisible high-speed passage passed by him, but it was not affected by the aura, as if these auras were just an ordinary light phenomenon, and neither chain judgment nor intuition gave me enough hints.

I changed the trajectory of the invisible high-speed passage, and as I approached him, I shot out the short crossbow arrows hidden in my armour that had already crossed the mysterious expert from the other side and inserted into Tomie's battlefield before they could touch the aura.

The fourth occult expert who might have come to snipe at me hadn't yet appeared when I arrived at Tomie's battlefield - maybe the occult expert didn't exist in the first place, maybe he was too slow.

But in any case, what I really wanted to face was my old friends from the past: File and Billy.

I stopped, the world was running again, and there were piercing and shouting behind me, and in front of me, a mysterious expert was being knocked away by Tomie and landed at my feet. Before he could recover from his dizziness, I pierced him in the head. Even so, he didn't die immediately, and the humanoid head suddenly turned into countless poisonous snakes, climbing up and swooping down on me.

But it's too slow. My thoughts flashed, and my body had once again entered the invisible high-speed channel, severing it from beginning to end with the blades of both hands in the realm of speed that he could not recognize.