I approached the tower step by step, the strangeness around the tower was not an obstacle, they had their own laws of activity, and as long as they mastered this law, they could pass through the area in the shortest time at the least cost. Halfway through, however, I stopped under a withered tree, where there was the first thing that appeared to be a man-made object of the journey—a tombstone, leaning crookedly against the grave, but it was ascertained by a chain judgment that there was no body under the grave. I wiped the ashes off the tombstone with the palm of my hand, and I saw that there were many names engraved on it, all of them strangers at first glance, but they were all crammed together on one tombstone, and they still looked strange.

Who built this tombstone exactly? Why are the names of these people engraved on the same tombstone? There is no definitive answer to these questions, but again, as a mystical expert, I have my own guesses about the origin of this nightmare. The tombstone is here, lonely but full of some kind of hint, and I think there is some kind of secret hidden in the names of these people. One might think that these people may have been the nightmare hunters of old Hawke's activities, trying to find the secrets of the "deepest night", and the still intelligent psychos. However, if there is such a group of people who are regarded as part of the mentally ill on the peninsula, there are many doubts.

In my opinion, the biggest doubt is time. There is no answer to the question of when the new drug will be made, or whether the patients will be given the new drug before I arrive, but it should not be too early to purely follow the time when the patient will take the new drug. This nightmare was formed by the tacit agreement of the mysterious forces of all parties, and its formation time will definitely not be too long. However, the "identity" of the old Hawke is that of a person who has been hunting weird for a long time and chasing the "deepest night", and this identity has a very thick sense of history, which makes people feel contradictory about the estimated time when the nightmare will be established.

Although it is the world of consciousness, time, place and history. It is not possible to take the normal world as an example, but even the world of consciousness is based on people's own consciousness. To have a "long history", there must be a conscious concept of "long history". Except for the patients who make up this nightmare, they see themselves as "witnesses of a cruel and long history". If you see yourself as a character in this history, then this nightmare is more likely to take on the form of "history".

Of course, there will be other possibilities, however. In my understanding, the form of nightmares is more based on the dreamer's own cognition and subconscious activities. It's rarely something that is truly beyond everyone's knowledge. Conversely, in nightmares, even the most bizarre phenomena have their origins in their consciousness. This source comes from the depths of some consciousness that makes up this nightmare.

I don't think that the mentally ill people who make up this "nightmare" can complete such a profound and long historical framework. Also means: Suppose that the current appearance of a qiē has a reasonable explanation, then. There must be something other than the mentally ill I am looking at, so that the nightmare is what it is now.

For example, it is possible that Old Hawke is not actually mentally ill on Peninsula, and he is in a similar situation, as well as the human form in the church. Compared to the humanoid system, Old Hawke also did not look like a member of some known mysterious organization. Although the "seal" he set for me does seem to be beneficial to the occult organization. But. He himself seems to give people the feeling that "he has been living and fighting in nightmares for a long time", and. His speech also gives people the feeling that "there are many people like him".

But assuming that Old Hawke is not a mentally ill person on the peninsula or a member of a mysterious organization that has invaded this world, then what is his origin?

For the time being, old Hawke is called "The Hunter". So, assuming that the names on the tombstones in front of you are all dead "hunters", what is the origin of these, these "hunters" who are the same as old Hawke?

Old Hawke must have some kind of connection with the humanoid system, and this subtle connection is definitely not only because they are related to the "deepest night", but also has a deeper connotation, which is my intuition.

I searched for Hawke's name on the tombstone, and I found it at the bottom, but Hawke Sr. wasn't the last. There are more names below him, but with Old Hawke's name as the demarcation, including his name, all the names above are crossed out by horizontal cracks, while the names below are still intact, as if to imply that the names crossed out are all dead, and the names that have not been crossed out are still alive for the time being, but they will definitely die.

However, in a way, I, who am also the heir of Old Hawke, have no name on this tombstone. This also seems to imply some kind of special situation.

This strange tombstone, a large area of the tomb of the name "Takagawa", full of strange old Hawke himself and the human form, these things do not seem to be confined to this peninsula mental hospital, and thus have a deeper meaning. Although this nightmare is caused by the new drugs of the seminar from the perspective of this repeater world, it seems to have a more profound source from another angle.

It is precisely because of this "profundity" that I can't help but have more profound associations and speculations about the existence of this nightmare, as well as the "deepest night" that is happening in the nightmare.

The so-called deepest night, the background involved, is definitely not just the things that have been known so far.

This tombstone is here, and the tower is also full of immediacy, and one has to guess what kind of thing will appear in the tower, and that kind of thing, in my opinion, must have shocked many people.

The closer you get to the tower, the more things are beyond the confines of the Peninsula Asylum. This nightmare seems to be a nightmare constructed by mentally ill people taking new drugs, but if you dig deeper into the contradictions and doubts that exist in it, you can definitely see that it is more than that. And in my further guess, maybe even the mysterious organization that guided the formation of this nightmare would be surprised by the depth and enormity of this nightmare, and the hidden things in it probably even they themselves never thought of.

They created a world of nightmares that even they couldn't fully grasp. I don't think it's something these mysterious organizations are happy to see this nightmare world look like. They interfered with the seminar, but at the same time it was as if a force interfered with them and took advantage of their plans. Let the plan, which seems to be under control, have a hint of dissonance.

I am familiar with this sense of disharmony, as if guided by some kind of interference from some underworld force. In the apocalyptic visions of the past, many occult experts were able to generate similar feelings from their own experiences. It is precisely this feeling that makes many mysterious experts withdraw from the Internet ball. Because, they are in this fateful manipulation. I feel a kind of foolishness, a helpless situation.

"What I did seems to be correct, but the result is just to promote the arrival of the apocalypse." Such a pessimistic statement. It is accepted by many in the mysterious circle of the past apocalyptic fantasy.

I think all the mystical experts who came to this nightmare and carefully observed it will relate to this statement to some extent.

Walking through a field of white flowers in front of the tower, these flowers look like I've never seen before, and their presence reminds me of "Claudia White".

Leave these metaphorical things aside. I walked up the steps in front of the tower, slaying many strange people who were ugly on the outside and weak on the inside. When I stood in front of that gate, I didn't hesitate to push it open.

The gate is heavy. Although the area of the gate is not excessive compared to this tower, it is weighty. It's still beyond my imagination. When the gates are closed, it's hard to imagine the lavish and heavy decoration inside the tower. At the foot of the door, a spacious red carpet leads up to the staircase leading to the second floor. The inlaid floor tiles are patched together into simple patterns and intricate patterns like magic arrays. When I looked up, I could see the ceiling, with patterns of people in similar attire to me, fighting hordes of weirdos.

The furnishings here. Rich in the flavor of medieval Europe. Though I want to say that it is like the taste of the nobility, but. I thought about it, but I felt it. More like an imitation of the taste of the medieval aristocracy. There was no such thing as electric lights, and the only thing to illuminate was the candlesticks, which were chained to each other. The moment I stepped through the door, candlesticks were lit out of thin air, allowing a faint glimpse of the dried corpses and bones in the corners. There was still a look of madness and horror on the faces of the dry corpses, and they sat in rows along the walls, their heads plucked off, held in their hands, as if they were offering and as if they were confessing, and in short, there was not a place where one could feel normal.

The tables and chairs under the candlelight are already covered with dust, but if there are food, fruits and vegetables, and alcohol, these edible things give people a fresh feeling, as if they have just been picked and put on the stage. It's just that you can't see anyone but yourself at the scene. The atmosphere here is abnormal, even if it is not strange to the eye, but it can make people intuitively feel malicious snooping from all directions.

This is the first floor of the tower, and it is impossible to see what it does - like a combination of a living room, a chapel, a main hall, a dining room, and a study, and even some low walls can be seen enclosing a part of the small independent space, like a prison, like a tomb, and these places separated by low walls are the places where the most bookshelves, books, and various written materials are located. I checked them one by one, but found that except for some of the words I knew on the cover, the contents were all ghost drawings, which were not recognizable at all, and they didn't look like normal words. However, even if you don't know the content, when you look closely, you can feel a trace of madness, which makes people feel that the person who wrote these contents is actually mentally abnormal.

In addition to this, there are some motifs that may suggest "eyes", which are more subtle than those of the hilltop altar near the residential area, but give the impression that the first sample of the altar was built here.

Eyes, blood, vague and crazy breath, strange and contradictory situations - in my perception, the most suitable for these characteristics is undoubtedly "Jiang". I have to think that the "river" factor of the tower itself is more than the altar, it looks like a relic, and the altar on the other side of the residential area is a replica of part of the product of this ruin. However, both have the same function. This function is ritualistic, religious, and, moreover, insane.

As long as you come here, you can feel a very strong, thick, obscure and dark historical flavor. It's like the old stuff accumulating. Turned into dust and silt, covering every inch of the land here. And the qiē that exists today is nothing more than an ominous continuation of the past. And the same is true of the so-called "deepest night".

However, if "Nightmare" and "Deepest Night" are both mysterious events promoted by various mysterious organizations, it is obviously incompatible with the current feeling. To explain this inconsistency. The "Nightmare" itself, including the "Tower", "Tomb of Takagawa", Old Hawke and the Humanoid System, the Hunter's Tombstone, and the "Deepest Night", cannot be regarded as the creation of various mysterious organizations, but must be regarded as a fusion of things that they did not expect as they advanced their plans. Or, they think they have created a "nightmare", but in fact they have only found a "nightmare".

Whatever the original circumstances, though, they are taking advantage of this "nightmare". is an indisputable fact. If these things are not what they intended, created, and could have imagined, they can also draw some dangerous nutrients from them to advance their plans.

As I know, everything that involves "Jiang", whether direct or obscure, as long as it feels good. There is such a possibility, and there must be a deeper darkness and danger behind it.

Every appearance of "Jiang" is from the theory of two in one. It is also a manifestation of the "virus" -- just for me, it is a "river".

And what I found in front of me made me sure once again that no matter what kind of abnormality happened here, I wouldn't be surprised.

The space inside the tower is larger than what I've seen from the outside, and it's not something that would surprise a mysterious expert. The only thing that surprised me was. And no living people were seen, more precisely. It's a hunter like Old Hawke, or a so-called "outlander" like me.

This tower is so conspicuous. So mysterious, as if filled with the secrets of the source of this nightmare, even if it is strange and dangerous, it should not deter those who are interested in doing something great in this nightmare. On the contrary, it is precisely because it is clearly hidden that a huge secret is hidden here that it is full of temptation. I thought I could see more people gathered here, in an organized or individual way, either openly or secretly, to find out the secrets of the depths of this tower.

Although I didn't see any living people, I saw a lot of corpses, except for those dry corpses that were full of rituals and held their own heads, and there were indeed some corpses that were strangely dressed, but they were indeed full of battle-style clothing. The corpses were glued to the floor, walls, and covered in cobwebs and dust by a layer of purple-black gelatin. However, there were no fresh corpses at all. I don't think it's because no one has been here lately, maybe it's some kind of mystery that makes these corpses decay quickly.

My goal, of course, is the top of the tower, and even if there is nothing there, you can see farther afield, and maybe find more iconic buildings, or hidden creations. You can't find anything in the lower places, only weird, but it doesn't mean that this area is really only weird.

Maybe I can wait. Waiting for the manpower of all sides to invade the tower once again.

I thought so, and the chain judgment suddenly felt the presence of a foreign body. The speed of the foreign object is extremely fast, and it falls from the ceiling, which would probably be impossible for the average person, but the speed sweep super is enough for me to dodge. I jumped back, and the thing hit the ground, and the vibration was very obvious, but I couldn't see the real thing with the naked eye. Only the chain verdict can confirm that there is such a foreign object, and after sneaking up from above, it lunges at me as soon as it hits the ground. I rolled again, firing my crossbow bolts to test the unseen object—an invisible enemy, tricky, but not so new and rare.

Wooden shelves and desks were smashed by unseen enemies, and wood and paper splattered in all directions. The opponent is large and heavy, and although it is invisible, the way of fighting is a wide open and closed style. Such an enemy reminds me of the stealthy canine demon I encountered in my first battle.

The same invisible enemy in front of him, both in size and weight, was far more powerful than the original canine demon, and the test of the crossbow also proved that it had rough skin and thick flesh, but its fighting style was similar, and the way to deal with it was naturally the same.

I pulled out the dyeing potion from the inner pocket of my high-necked trench coat, and as it flashed sideways again, it swayed into the air, and in the purple-red fluorescence, a human-tall beast showed its silhouette. Although it looked like a beast, it was the leg of eight arthropods, and its head was constantly wriggling, as if something was constantly growing. And the body has parts that look like fur, and there are parts that look like carapaces, and there is no tail. Truth be told, it's just a weirdness, but its sheer size makes it look more powerful than the weirdness out there.

Its attacks look reckless, but it makes good use of its physical strengths. The arrows I shoot will be attracted by a strange force in mid-air, and they can only hit the carapace of the carapace, and it is useless. When I swing the knife, I can also feel that this force constantly shifts the trajectory of the knife, although it feels that this force is not large, but no matter how much force I use, it is impossible to completely guarantee the correctness of the trajectory, even if it is a small offset, this offset is also stored in zài, and it often makes the blade hit its hardest part.

I moved my feet back and forth, dodging sideways. Aside from its strange defenses, its attacks are pretty monotonous, and it seems that at the moment, it will only use the ramming move, whether it's near or far away. And such a simple attack is also the easiest to dodge.

Sliding to the side again, even if he didn't use the Speed Sweep Super, he could already use inertia to hit its body in this monotonous attack and defense. It's just that the offset of the blade didn't cause it much damage, and when it hit the carapace of a certain part of it, it made not a metallic clang, nor a non-metallic pop, but a strange empty sound, as if there was a cavity behind the carapace of the given part.

I've tried to pierce that part directly, however, the offset of the blade becomes more intense in that place. After a few attempts, I determined that the normal and straightforward way would be difficult to solve this weirdness. But that doesn't mean I don't have any other way. It's just that this weird type is the first case I've encountered in the tower, so I delayed it a little bit.

I distanced myself from it again, and it jumped up to the ceiling again. It wasn't an escape, though, and it didn't seem to have the intention of attacking again, but when I picked up my pace, it would follow suit, staying above my head, peering at me with malice.

I knew it was going to attack sooner or later, but before it did, I was just looking for an entrance to the next level. The first floor is very large and complex, and you can't find an entrance to the upper level just by walking along the outermost wall. However, the strange reaction on the ceiling made me intuitively feel that I was getting closer and closer to the entrance.

Because, weirdness, as I wandered, that aggressive malice became more and more intense. I have to assume that it's like a monster that is often mentioned in the occult as guarding important places. Whether it is an attack on me out of a predetermined duty or out of its own volition, it must mean that my actions are gradually getting out of its control.

Finally, it fell sharply.

I swept again and dodged back a distance, chopping off the candle to light the oil lamp and smashing it on it.

The next moment, a raging flame filled the weird body.

The purple-red phosphor is actually a flammable substance.

I hadn't adjusted my gear in this nightmare, and since I woke up, it was exactly what I was wearing right now, but in my experience, I didn't really need to prepare anything in a nightmare, because the creation of these things had been deeply imprinted in my consciousness for a long time. Of course, just remembering it in the mind, often it can't be directly presented in the dream, but if it's still a fighting instinct and something that you are accustomed to, you will definitely save it. Even if the appearance is different, the effect is the same.

In the strange roar, the scorching flames, the flying of smoke, a violent explosion engulfed the qiē there. (To be continued)