The people in the chapel were alienating, and the reading of the humanoid system was like flipping a switch. The desperate and frantic wind outside did not blow in, and the ominous blood of the sheep-headed demon was not felt to seep into this place, but suddenly a force was born out of impermanence, as if this force had been hiding in the air it breathed every day, and only at this time, it became active because of the actions of the human form.

People are expanding, distorting, from the physical to the internal, and as long as you see the scene of their alienation, you will not have a problem with it. They didn't turn into dangerous monsters, and each person's alienation was different in appearance. It's hard to tell what they've become, but they're disgusting to the extreme, and even if you close your eyes, the ugly and inexplicable gesture seems to be imprinted on the retina and can't fade away.

They do not emit a smell, but produce an illusion-like taste in the senses, which is equally indescribable, and makes the mind of the person who feels it feel as if it is in a swamp.

Gradually, it seems that what makes up their bodies is no longer flesh and blood, but something else similar to flesh and blood. If you insist on comparing it with a known phenomenon, it is probably the flesh erosion of the Saya virus, however, even the phenomenon caused by the flesh erosion of the Saya virus is definitely not as profound as the alienation of the people in front of you.

The entire chapel is polluted, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to survive here, probably just seeing these things, ordinary people's bodies and minds will also be eroded.

The only people who can still keep their minds are me, the humanoids, and the girl in my arms. Contrary to the alienation of these people, the alienation of the girl has weakened, and even gradually faded - what I thought was an illusion is not an illusion, and the girl's skin is regaining a healthy color. Her body was still shaking, but it gave me a feeling. The feeling that the pain is waning.

Girls and these people are like standing at opposite ends of the scale. Because of my choice, relying on the alienation of these people, I injected the strength of the girl to survive. I didn't feel this injection very clearly, maybe it was just an imagination on my part.

But. It is an indisputable fact that the situation of girls is improving. I stared at the ugly alienation of the people in front of me, unable to describe what emotions were in my heart. All I know is that I don't feel joy, it's just that the girl's improvement has given me some comfort, and the pain of my choice has never subsided.

I looked at the humanoids.

The humanoid form has not changed, but the voice and expression have become vivid. It's like injecting soul into something inanimate. Of course, this description does not mean that the original humanoid is really just a puppet, but before that, she was indeed more like a puppet. I've checked, and the touch of the humanoid body is very real, of course, in a conscious world. Whether the body is flesh or other substance, there is no essential difference.

I understood in an instant. The person in front of him is not the human form that he has always had. The person who spoke to me was the color himself, the subject behind the humanoid system.

"Color?" I say.

“…… Well. She seemed hesitant, but she answered.

"Maybe it's like you say, who I am now. It's just a phantom of the past, resurrected after death or something, in fact, I never thought about it. "I finally understood why I was smiling, because. It was not anger or fear, but simply the relief of seeing my family again, and after all this suffering, I finally saw Tie Se again, and communicated in a more direct way—just in this way, I felt that my pain and sorrow had been compensated.

"But it's not a question of whether you want to or not, Achuan, you have appeared, becoming a phantom who has come back from the dead." The color of the voice is full of indescribable complex emotions.

"I'm personally happy, though, maybe it's not really a happy thing." I stood up with the girl in my arms, her hands gripping the hem of my dress, and she seemed scared. I pressed her head to my shoulder, preventing her from looking at the victims again, the anomalies had become disgusting, and with each passing second, they became more frightening and ominous.

"You don't have a chance, Jiang will definitely fail, after this test, I have confirmed what kind of strong interference can be made to the script." As if stating the facts, it says: "It can no longer do whatever it wants, everything is developing in a super-controllable direction." ”

"Jiang has no activity." I sighed in my heart, "It's the virus that's active, color." ”

"Sure enough, the difference has always been with Jiang and the virus, but for me, I can't tell the difference." "It's eroded too deep on you, and sure enough, it's been too deep since you were still alive?" ”

I know I can't convince the color any more than she can't convince me. Our goal is so clear and the same, but thinking from different angles leads us to opposite sides. Even so, she is still one of the people I love. Everything I do, for her and others. In turn, I believe that she did all this to liberate me and others.

"Tie Se, even if you treat Jiang and the virus the same, how can you be sure that your script is not part of its script?" That's just what I asked.

"If you ask questions like that, it's endless." "I'm sorry, Achuan, this time, Dorothy and I won't make any more mistakes, you will be liberated, everyone will be liberated." These days, it's hard work. ”

I wanted to say something more, but it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't need to say anything more. My thoughts, my thoughts, were actually conveyed to their hearts before I died, and they were always watching me. And my existence at this time, in their hearts, also has their own judgment. They don't need my crutches anymore and can walk anymore. So, even if I'm not there, they will try to defeat the "virus".

My only concern is that if they fail again, will they be able to swallow the bitter pill of that failure? Unlike I, who have been torn between failure, fear, and despair, I don't know much about their actual situation, whether they have accumulated enough strength or not, even if they have reached the point of inhumanity. Can their hearts always be as strong as they appear?

The battle will eventually come to an end, and it is possible that they will lose, so can they accept defeat?

I applaud them for their will to fight, but. I'm still worried.

"Color...... "I just read her name and watched her leave. The departure of the color system makes the human form change back to its original appearance again, just like a puppet. I'm not in good shape at this time, and I don't have a color system, or rather, I can't take advantage of the opportunity to attack, which is a little bit of luck.

I don't want to fight the color system at all, the same. I don't want to fight Dorothy, or another self.

However, I also understand that that day cannot be avoided, even if not now.

If you think about it this way, these pain and sorrow at the moment are far from the end, such a tragic choice. It definitely won't be the last. So, I had to pull myself together. It would be nice if the tears could flow, but it's just a luxury, right?

I looked at the girl in my arms, her skin had receded from its inhuman skin. The distorted shape has also been restored, and the eyes of the black hole have regained their eyeballs. She looks so effeminate and petite, but full of beautiful possibilities. She was like this gathering place after it had been brutally calcined. In the end, the remaining treasures, all the good essences, gathered in her.

It was only then that I felt that I had made the right choice -- but perhaps the joy of being right was just an emotional illusion.

In fact, whether it is correct or not is not something I can prove at this time. But at least, the girl now, makes me feel like she can live.

How many people outside the chapel have survived? I didn't hold out much hope, and the voice in my heart told me that this gathering place had been completely destroyed. This girl is the last salvation left behind by the only survivor, or rather, the legend of the gathering place.

I felt redeemed because of her survival, and I felt like I wasn't a complete failure.

Ask yourself, I've tried to make many attempts to keep as many people alive as possible, but in the bottom of my heart, do I really think that everyone can survive? Perhaps, such doubts are also the reason why I made my choice. Even if it's just one person, just a girl, as long as one of them can survive, it will be a very painful victory for me.

I can't save everyone, but I can save at least one child.

I still don't know what this child is called, why she is here, and what she means to the nightmare of the night. But, I think, it must be meaningful, and everything I have done before, there have been failures, there have been successes, and most of the efforts have been burned in the end, but it must not have been in vain.

Looking up, the whole chapel was intertwined with flesh and blood, extremely ugly, like a huge organ, constantly wriggling. No, is this the result of the sacrificial ritual? Or is it just part of it? What is the final body of this organ? I don't know any of this, but if this is only part of the whole sacrifice, the rest of the steps must be done at the altar at the top of the mountain.

In such an ugly and disgusting environment, the only normal girl seems so precious. If I could, I would like to be with her until I am sure she is completely safe, however, there is more I have to do, even if I let her go for a while. If I don't do that, it might make this girl's situation even more dangerous.

The amount of time I can exist in the nightmare is not certain, and maybe at some point, I will wake up. If I wake up, then the battlefield will shift to the reality after waking up, and that reality must be a continuation of this nightmare-the influence of the deepest night, the actions of the mysterious organizations of all parties in the deepest night, not separated from the situation on the peninsula, but on the contrary, the situation that is about to happen on the peninsula is based on the results of this nightmare.

In this nightmare, I saved the girl, and in the world after waking up, there was still Dr. Nguyen Le waiting for me.

I have never forgotten that before entering the nightmare of the deepest night, I took the "paradise" concocted by Dr. Nguyen Li, in other words, any activity I do in the nightmare can now be regarded as the effect of "paradise". Although it doesn't look much different from going into a nightmare in the past. But there should still be a difference.

I sent her to the humanoid system, stared at her, and said, "I've handed her over to you, is that okay?" ”

I don't think the humanoids would ever do anything to this girl. This is my judgment, if I say the evidence. There is no actual evidence, but my knowledge of the color system, and my judgment of the role played by the humanoid system. I made a choice, and so, in the end, I lost a lot, but I saved one.

A beauty, a possibility, a symbol. This girl may be like the kind of ornament in the game that can only be seen and has no effect. However, the meaning of "child" cannot be summed up by the meaning of "ornament". I don't know what role the girl will play at this time, and I don't intend to delve into it, but she's still alive as a reward for all I have done.

"Yes, don't worry. Dear Hunters. "The humanoid department took the girl.

The girl unexpectedly didn't make a big noise, just stared at me quietly. Does she understand what she's going through? Does she know the cause and effect? Did she think about her future? Or. Just surviving has exhausted her? I couldn't see any answer from her innocent gaze, there was a blank space, as if I wanted to write it by hand.

Courage surged up in my heart. Weigh down the pain and sorrow that has been permeating your heart. I don't know what I can do, and I'm not even sure what acting on my own ideas will lead to. In the midst of this nightmare, this peninsula arises in the midst of mystery. There are "unpredictable deviations" caused by the resolute actions of the Torchlight.

However, if you don't do anything, just be so confused, sad, and miserable, it won't help. My plans have not changed, or rather, they have been put on the right track by this incident.

It's a brutal truth, and my plan is the beneficiary of this pain, madness, despair, and sorrow.

I don't want to be pretentious and say something like "such a result doesn't make sense".

It must make sense. I said this to myself.

As long as I am still or my actions must be meaningful.

Again, as long as the girl is alive, the former gathering place, and the effort I put into it, must be meaningful.

"I'm going to take the victory." I looked at the girl for a second or two, rubbed her head, and without hesitation, picked up the serrated broadsword and shield, and walked to the flesh-covered door.

The gate was closed, completely preventing outsiders from entering and insiders from going out, and the flesh clinged to the material, filling all the gaps, and the flesh was still wriggling and multiplying, as if it had to swallow up the entire gate. However, as I approached, the flesh was torn apart, and the door creaked and opened on its own.

I stepped out the door, and the wind of madness and despair made my trench coat hunt and my collar stand up. I kept moving forward and never looked back. I took off the beak mask halfway through, thinking to myself that the responsibility I had taken when I put on this beak mask and the story I had written had come to an end.

If this were a story--

The last hunter tries to give hope to everyone, but gets caught up in a conspiracy to destroy the last shelter, and almost all of them go crazy, die, and become sacrifices, however, the hunter makes a choice in the end. This choice allowed a girl to survive. It's a sad ending, but it still retains a glimmer of possibility and beauty.

Initially, the hunters turned desperate madmen into cultists so that they could survive, but in the end they destroyed them with their own hands.

If it can be done, of course, it is hoped that everyone will survive, and then gradually transformed, maybe the desperate people can be restored to normal. However, this is not a comedic story, and it is great that at the sad end, if you have to make a choice, it is not a group of desperate madmen who will survive. The hunter thought to himself.

When the night came, the last sanctuary was destroyed, and everyone, except for one girl, became sacrificed.

The hunter has come to his own end.

But that's not where I ended.

"Goodbye, old Hawke." I whispered goodbye to souls I didn't know existed.

I threw my mask into the wind, and in a moment it was blown behind me by the wind of despair and madness, whirling, and I don't know where it disappeared.

Now, standing on this land of calamity is a genuine, no longer any restrictions on the fourth-level Demon Pattern Messenger, whose name is Gao Chuan. (To be continued......)