The "paradise" that Dr. Nguyen Le finally took out was purple-red, just like the "paradise" I had seen in the past apocalyptic visions.

The purple-red liquid, flickering with a cruel and icy light from time to time in the swaying.

Although it looks similar on the outside, what are the differences between its functionality and side effects and what I have seen in the past? Or was it not the symposium that created the kind of "paradise" that I was familiar with, but Dr. Nguyen Le himself? However, even so, I have no reason to refuse. No matter what kind of "paradise" it is, it is a medicine specially made for me by Dr. Nguyen Li, and what is contained in it is her greatest effort and expectation so far.

I chose to embrace this warm heart.

"That's what it is...... Paradise! "As Dr. Nguyen Li watched, I pulled the plug and drank the liquid in one gulp.

The cold liquid slides down the throat.

"How do you feel......" Dr. Nguyen Li's voice came, and the voice behind it seemed to have stepped back to a far away.

At first, there was no special feeling, but when I realized it, everything in front of me was shaking, ghosting, and even showing signs of melting. I subconsciously reached out my hand, and Dr. Nguyen Li's blurred face seemed to be made of wax, and before I could touch it, it had already begun to melt.

A very tolerable scorching heat, like a sudden detonation of gas, swept through every nerve. The cells of the body are wailing at this moment, as if the whole body is about to break down into the smallest particles.

I couldn't feel my hands and feet, and then I couldn't feel my body. The voice I heard was as if it had been stretched and pale, hoarse, and heavy, but I still recognized it. That's the sound of a test tube falling to the ground and falling apart. The fuchsia droplets that remained in the test tube splashed along with the splins, as if the whole space had become a canvas, and this little fuchsia was on it, bringing imperfections to the content of the painting.

For a while, my feelings were completely broken. When consciousness was regained again, the body's violent reaction was still not over. I sensed that someone was pulling me, it should be Dr. Nguyen Li, but her appearance at this time had been covered with a layer of illusion, turning into a hideous and terrifying monster, it had female sexual characteristics, but the clothes and skin were completely blended together.

It's still melting. The language it speaks is like a curse it doesn't understand.

I did not reject this "monster" because of this illusion. Because, I know in my heart, it is Dr. Nguyen Lê.

Something was wrong with my body, and something was wrong with my spirit. And this kind of problem is a side effect of "paradise". Dr. Ruan Li's special "Paradise" for me is not immune to even the body of a Level 4 Demon Pattern Emissary, and the impact of the side effects is even more serious than any time I have experienced taking "Paradise" in the past.

However, it is precisely because of past experience. That's why we can maintain our last sobriety in this terrible illusion now.

I gasped. I felt as if my lungs had suddenly become stronger and bigger, and I would open my chest with a little breath. However, this is still part of the illusion. In the self-observation of the chain judgment, my appearance did not change much, but what really changed was the movement of various internal organs.

Everything I saw. Sometimes it fell into darkness, sometimes it flickered with points of light, and after about three or five seconds, there was an indescribable sense of light that enveloped him.

I think there's something. It is falling from the sky.

Then there was the sound of flapping wings, and the inhuman shadow glanced out of the corner of his eye, as if he had inadvertently seen something terrible dangling overhead. That sudden, unannounced sense of fear forcibly makes one aware that there are so many strange things hidden around oneself - they lurk at the end of the field of vision, lurking in dim corners, lurking inadvertently, and peeking at themselves in the lurking.

The weird, delusional-like thing of "Demon ......" will be subconsciously called like this.

They seem to exist. In the past, many people who took "Paradise" swore that they had seen them, and that the truth of this world was "Hell".

Although for those who have not taken "Paradise", all this is an illusion. However, I have also wondered how much difference there is between the "demons" that the "Paradise" that makes the ingredients, methods, and effects very special is seen by the user, and the Gray Mist Demon that is born because of some mysterious rituals. Is it just that the former is completely "hallucinatory" and the latter is actually accessible? So, will it be because of some mysterious phenomenon that the demons in the "illusion" will become actual and accessible existences?

I never feel terrified by the sight of a "demon", which is the difference between an occultist and an ordinary person. However, this strong sense of fear created by the drug does not occur because the user is both "familiar with the delusion" and "strong in heart".

It's just that a lot of knowledge and a strong heart can overcome this sudden and intense fear in the shortest possible time.

The hideous demon "Dr. Nguyen Lê" caught me, and I did not resist because it was "Dr. Nguyen Lê" who became me. My instincts blocked all my thoughts of fighting back. I don't think it hurts. However, there is more than one demon that surrounds me and appears in my field of vision.

This room is like a stage, and the lights "snap", hitting themselves and the "demons" with a "snap". For a moment, the brilliance was dazzling, the applause rang out, and in the dizziness, I only felt that I was being watched by a dense group of eyes, and none of these "eyes" belonged to humans.

Weird audience, weird stage, weird self, weird characters. I can't tell who is the protagonist and who is the supporting role, and how the curtain will fall in this way.

Weird, horrible, terrifying, grotesque, nonsensical-

The surging emotions and boiling blood seem to be nothing more than that. I wanted to take it a step further, but I found myself completely intimidated.

“…… River...... Takakawa ......, "I heard a faint voice, falling with the light of the sky.

When I looked up and went to look for the source, what should have been the ceiling was cracking, after the blink of an eye. The cracking process was skipped, leaving only a large hole that had been chiseled by some force. Instead of the storm, the rain was sprinkled with ashes and sparks that fluttered like snowflakes.

Above the sky, layers of fiery clouds are really burning.

Incompletely burned embers fall on the skin. Immediately, it brought a pinprick tingling sensation. And this tingling sensation made me realize that I had regained my sense of my body again.

Rao is the body of a fourth-level demon pattern envoy, Rao is a personality, spirit, and soul that considers himself stronger and stronger than before, and he can't resist such a strong side effect. I wiped my nose, the corners of my eyes, and my ears, and there was blood all coming out. I tried to speak, but my throat felt like a red-hot coal, hoarse and dry, barely making a decent sound.

Only one point. Dr. Nguyen Le was right.

My right foot, which had only been stitched up but could not be restored immediately, had regained its mobility and allowed me to stand up again. It's just that, in this irresistible illusion, these two legs are like the hooves of some animal.

When I found out about this, I suddenly saw it. At some point, his body was covered with scales. And the arms have likewise become inhuman claws.

I turned around and saw through some glimpsable surfaces.

Of course, it is no longer human.

“￥￥%￥##@@@！！” Nor is it something that I can understand.

I couldn't help but stop talking and looked at Dr. Nguyen Li, who was also a "demon".

I think. Of course, she didn't understand what I was seeing, but she was probably still monitoring my body and understanding it from her point of view. The changes I'm taking at this point.

Although for any normal person, even if it is just an illusion, everything that is happening in front of him is difficult to understand, describe, and accept. By the time they saw all this, they were probably crazy. This is the physical and mental change that the drug brings to the user, and it is not just "knowing the reason for taking the drug in the first place" that can be endured. In the same way, it is difficult for people to use their will to deal with the terminal illness itself, and the pain caused by the terminal illness, and it is impossible to refuse the changes brought to the human body system after the cutting of some organs, so that it eventually brings about mental changes.

In modern scientific psychological treatment, there is also the saying of "removing the lesion", using surgery to cut certain nerve organs that are considered to be the root cause of the disease.

Paradise has already had an effect on my body, and the changes it has brought about, even if it is the body of this fourth-level demon pattern messenger, are mandatory. In other words, it is precisely because this is a "paradise" specially created for my situation that it is even more difficult to resist.

Even so, I still believe in Dr. Nguyen Li. I believe she is ready, and it is impossible to let those obviously abnormal side effects continue to spread. She should have a systematic set of follow-up observation and adjustment tools to fully play the role of the data that has been collected about my condition.

Although I felt that Dr. Nguyen Li's eyes were always on me, her movements were actually constantly turning to the other side, and according to memory, it was the direction where the instrument and the monitor were. She should be observing, thinking, and all of her actions seem to me to be aggressive and intimidating, like a monster full of malice, waving its teeth and claws at me, and there are a lot of negative emotions, hitting my heart, as if urging me to kill it.

Ordinary people probably can't resist this impulse, but I unexpectedly gained a long-lost peace in the depths of this emotional fluctuation.

Dr. Nguyen Li finally had the actual action - in the hallucination, this demon, this monster, this thing made entirely of wax, which was constantly melted, but could not completely melt, and still maintained the outline of a woman's body, took out the same hideous instrument. Its movements, combined with the constant breeding, totally abnormal fear, were like a very cruel punishment.

Normal people will definitely resist. However, I did not resist.

I didn't do anything. Let it do all this to me.

Another feeling as cold as bone marrow was injected into my whole body along the "spear" that pierced my body. I felt so weak that I was about to faint, my consciousness seemed to be interrupted for a second, and when I came back to consciousness, I was writhing violently.

I was confined to a stone platform with restraints, and the restraints on my upper body had been completely torn off. It was at this time that I realized that this was not the illusion I had seen before, nor was it Dr. Nguyen Li's laboratory. But it's also not a strange place.

Familiar scenes, familiar characters, all around.

"This is ......" I stopped, gasping and looking around, "the chapel...... Late at night? ”

The place where I was confined was the same place that was both the operating room and the altar when I was pulled into this nightmare earlier.

In the dim room, the only light source was an arm-thick candlestick, only a third of the red candles remained, and the firelight could only illuminate a five-meter radius, and all corners of the room were plunged into darkness. And I was lying on the stone platform in the center of the room, and by the light of the candles, I could see that the rough countertop was engraved with a large number of textures like magic arrays, and the engraved lines were like a section of a diversion pipe, on which the red and purple-black spots condensed emitted a fishy smell.

This time, it was no longer the hunter "Old Hawke" who operated on me, because he was "dead" and buried himself in a grave halfway up the nearby mountain.

This time, I woke up with the last owner of this chapel, a doll-like girl, who I regarded as another form of expression of "color".

Humanoid.

She was kneeling reverently under the stone platform, her hands clasped together on her chest as if in prayer.

In a sense, her image, her movements, her way of speaking, her presence, and her feelings are like a prophet who guides the people.

"Prophet" is the most commonly used character image in the color system.

At this time, the human form is more concretely manifested as a "prophet" who is preoccupied with this deepest night.

"What's going on? What happened? "I asked, although I felt bad before, there was no residual pain at all, and there was no feeling of weakness. Everything that once seemed to be "destroyed" is now intact. I subconsciously touched the magic pattern on the inside of my wrist and the mark on my forehead that represented the "hunter", and when the two approached each other, there was a very obvious burning sensation, as if resisting, repulsing, declaring each other's independent and opposing positions - although I felt this way in the past, it was not as strong as it is now, and in the intensity, there seemed to be some deeper change.

In the depths of the night, I, as a hunter, am stronger than before. This perception is spontaneous, subconscious, and unquestionable.

"Dear hunter, you have just experienced a terrible hunt without being blinded by the hunt itself. Let's continue to do so in the future. A humanoid voice came from the side. (To be continued......)