One, two, three or four, five or six...... I cut open the bodies of ritual performers, and the terrible things hidden in their depths were like the first ritual performers I did, mutating bodies, screaming, musical instruments, and manifesting their own existence in such incredible shapeshifts. The twisted internal organs, the inhuman blue-black bodily fluids, and the black tentacles spilled in the air and filled the ground, turning the underground hall into a place like another world at a speed that was not necessarily as slow as the speed of the sweep.

These things don't die even if they're split into thousands of parts, and mere physical damage only seems to cause them to spread in some way - I'm not sure if the sight in front of me can be described as "spreading". The ground around the brazier has been completely covered with visceral flesh and blue-black bodily fluids, like a muddy swamp of flesh and blood, and its wriggling rhythm does not seem violent at first, but there is a complex and sharp rhythm in the details, making the overall movement seem to be full of surging power, just like the waves on the surface of the sea when the wind is calm. When you observe the process of its formation, you will feel that this flesh swamp will only be a thin layer, but after a period of time, you will feel "as deep as the ocean".

A large number of black tentacles emerged from this flesh swamp, like a school of fish emerging from the sea, showing strong aggression as soon as they appeared. They don't bother the ritual performers at all, but there seems to be a clear malice towards others standing within the flesh swamp and within the reach of the edge tentacles, whether it's me or other occult experts. It is this malice that makes them less like some kind of mechanical weapon, but more like some kind of alien life, a kind of monster that is incompatible with us people.

They are alive, even thinkable, and emotional, and this trait is quickly manifested in their coordination in attack. They have a single type, the black tentacles I've seen before, and the attack methods are relatively simple, which is the imaginable attack method of the tentacle form and the spike form, which seems to be completely in the material form and follows the physical way of attacking, but they can all keep up with the speed of the speed, and this alone has shown a high degree of mystery. They work together tacitly, interspersed with attacks, as if weaving something complex, unless my speed sweep is fast enough and flexible enough, otherwise it will be difficult to break away from such a dense attack net.

There were tentacles and spikes rushing at me all the time, and if I cut one, there were three or four to make up for the air attack, and the time to break through was still urgent, even at such a high speed. I've wondered if I can do more damage to them with other means of non-slashing, but bullets, hammers, burns, and flooding have all been confirmed to be ineffective. Due to the generality of weapons, I am unable to create a larger temperature variation, nor can I continue to create a higher degree of physical structural collapse. If you have a critical weapon in your hand, you can probably expect a greater advantage, but if you only have a normal weapon, I must admit that I can't solve these anomalous things, and even the whole battle is being dragged into a helpless situation.

Killing these ritual performers didn't give me a greater advantage, nor did it alleviate the problem to a certain extent, but rather made the problem that could be seen more tricky, maybe such a change is enough for most people to feel remorse for their actions, but, for mysterious experts like us, it is already a matter of course. After all, in mysterious events, such situations are common, and it is impossible to determine what the outcome will be before actually doing it, and even if you find a large number of clues in advance, and can string together a seemingly complete logic in your mind, this logic will not necessarily be correct. When the results are used to verify the correctness of thinking and acting, the results often show unpredictable viciousness, mistakes, and catastrophic.

Therefore, in the face of the current situation, neither I nor other experienced mystery experts will have any emotions of surprise or remorse. It's just that there is no better solution in a short period of time.

I tried to overturn the brazier, but the brazier was as heavy as expected, and I didn't have a strong physical strength or a mysterious power that greatly increased the strength of the body, and even from the feedback of the attempt, I didn't think that this brazier, which seemed to be separated from the underground space, could be overturned or broken with physical strength alone. And the flame in the brazier is also obviously abnormal, and does not follow the common sense of combustion, which also means that it cannot be extinguished according to the scientific principles I know, and there are no more conditions for trying.

I was running through the flesh swamp, and I couldn't slow down at all, as long as I was slower than the previous second, I would be caught by the movement of the flesh. Even though this flesh swamp is only aggressive with "black tentacles", I have a clear sense that some of the flesh that doesn't produce black tentacles isn't as gentle as it seems. I have no doubt that this muddy swamp of flesh will evolve into more deadly gadgets.

And before they could make any more dangerous changes, I had left the area and returned to the normal part of the ground. I paused, and the world began to spin at a normal pace again, except for the frantic and cacophony of the ritualist's performer. The voice seemed to be getting clearer and more understandable, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but it gave me an urgency to hear it more clearly, and I knew it wasn't true. The act of listening to these sounds itself leads to more abnormal changes, but the inability to act and feel involuntarily is one of the universal manifestations of mystery.

From the perspective of a patient with doomsday syndrome, these involuntary feelings, thoughts, and actions are the embodiment of the onset of the disease. In severe cases, these manifestations are also often frequent. Just like myself, I am on this boundary line between trying to be autonomous and not being able to be autonomous almost all the time, and tend to change in the direction of being involuntary.

The condition of the patients with doomsday syndrome, which can be observed from the perspective of reality in the hospital, is to some extent very closely and deeply related to the abnormalities of the mysterious experts in the apocalyptic illusion.

So, from the perspective that I can perceive, these changes that I am feeling are by no means benign changes, and the subtle malignancy is becoming very direct.

I don't want to hear, see, feel, or think about these anomalies, which seem to be "real", and I want them to be all "hallucinations".

However, the terrible thing about all this is that the occurrence of these situations has nothing to do with the subjective will of the individual.

I stopped, and the slow and quiet world suddenly erupted in loud volume, behind me was the sound of Tomie and other mysterious experts fighting, and in front of me, in the muddy swamp of flesh and blood, there was a sound full of ritual. The screams and blows of the unmutated ritual performers are like a call to something huge that exists in the dark, a praise for it and a fear of it, a frenzied anticipation stirred up in an emotion of extreme fear. I'm going to hear clearly, I'm going to hear better. I didn't want to hear it clearly, but the sound penetrated deep into my mind, muscles, nerves, marrow, and soul, like a picture scroll slowly unfolding, like a landscape after a thick fog was lifted, like a stream of water that gradually became clear, like a deep snow that began to melt.

Ah, fear, I felt fear, my whole body, from my physical structure to my mental state, trembled. Even so, I knew that this was just the beginning, and that what scared me so much was still far away. I have to wonder if this fear alone will break me down from my existential form when I actually look at it when it gets close to a certain distance.

This is different from the fear I felt from the "river", which burst out from the depths of me, as if deep in my body or soul, and the current fear can only be described as "destruction from the outside in". Although I had the idea from the beginning, the reality was still much more than I imagined. I am very sure that the result of this deviation ritual of the torchlight will attract something different from the "river", but the essence is similar.

——EYA，EYA，ASATO……

I seemed to hear such rhythms, indescribable tones and syllables, and I could only translate them into pronunciations that I could understand with a general impression, and these pronunciations that I had transformed were absolutely not correct.

Screaming, frantic and twisted playing, exploding, tearing, wailing and laughing wildly...... From all these voices I could hear, I could feel a kind of malice that corresponded to and complemented the faint call.

I could tell which were the voices of the ritual performers, which were from Tomie, which were from the flesh swamp, and which were from other mystical experts, but because of this, I could clearly perceive that there were some voices that were not among them. And these voices, which I can't find the root of, mean that there is something terrible that I can't see.

For a while, it seemed like a moment, as if a long time had passed, and I couldn't shake off the fear in my heart and swept up again. And my initial pause was originally my own thought, but at this moment, I feel that it is not entirely my own thought. It was as if I had woken up from a nightmare, and my back was completely soaked with sweat.

At this moment, the fluorescent powder that had been transformed by a mysterious expert seemed to be dispersed by a stream of air, and it suddenly collapsed above the flesh swamp. There were certain situations that I had not been able to observe, and those things were absolutely bad, even fatal, for this occult expert. All I could see was that the crumbling fluorescent powder quickly lost its buoyancy and spilled into the black tentacles and flesh swamps, engulfed in a few blinks of an eye, and there was no trace of it.

- The guy is dead.

That's all I have, and my instincts confirm it.

A figure flew from the side, followed by a violent explosion, and before I turned around, the chain judgment had locked on this figure: another mysterious expert I didn't know, judging from the figure, was a mature woman, maybe she was originally beautiful, but at this moment, she had been distorted by a huge force, her flesh and blood were blurred, her facial features were difficult to distinguish, and her whole body was like a broken tatte that was barely connected together with only a single thread, but, even with such a heavy injury, she didn't die immediately, It even gave me the feeling that "even though it was a serious injury, it would get better if it was treated promptly". However, in this battle, no one was able to spare time to catch her, and a second dark shadow broke into my field of vision immediately after her, it was Tomie's toned body, long hair fluttering in the wind, and a smile full of joy.

The two figures overlapped in mid-air, creating a huge impact at a speed that was beyond the naked eye's capture and could only be observed by the chain judgment. The oncoming air almost makes people feel that the air directly opposite is about to freeze, and it is so heavy. Tomie's fist full of terrifying power smashed into the body of this strange female mysterious expert without any fancy fancy, and the huge force suddenly exploded from the already tattered body, tearing the originally humanoid body into pieces, splattering in all directions like bullets.

Tomie herself, on the other hand, was suddenly standing still in mid-air in a way that transcended common sense, and then, even the chain judgment failed to observe how she disappeared, and when I felt her presence again, she had heard a voice from behind me again—the sound of the fight was the same as always, as if the fight that had come to me before was just an illusion, however, the heavy impact and the splatters of flesh and blood all told me that it was not an illusion.

I knew very well that Tomie's strange movement was definitely not caused by "speed". Tomie, who was originally just using "normal hand-to-hand combat" to express his strength, is changing in an abnormal direction. In this frightening deviant ritual, she acts like an ensemble of rituals, even though she is disrupting the ritual. I felt out of place with everything here, and I felt terrified and repulsed by all of this, but Tomie seemed to be in it all, and the anomalies she possessed, and the anomalies produced by the deviant ritual, should be quite different, but they made me feel that they were intertwining with all these anomalies.

Tomie was delighted. I could feel the unabashed joy in her words and actions.

Compared to all this, I am more like an ordinary human being.