The ghostly weirdness is like an illusory movie unfolding in front of your eyes. The strangeness I saw in this nightmare before seemed to be swallowed up by the scene in front of me, and it made me feel that these ghostly figures in front of me now were all the weird changes in the nightmare. All the weirdness that comes with the deepest night has been twisted by another "mystery" with a human purpose, which will make the sacrifices that follow more targeted and specific.

Such a large-scale movement meant that the mysterious organization was well prepared, and it was launched with a very obvious urgency, but by the time I arrived at the gathering place, the fire had already spread to most of the building. What is the cause of the fire, probably no one notices, but in my eyes, it is like a violation of normal combustion, and as soon as it appears, it is already on an expanded scale. However, it is also possible that someone has done something to cover up this gathering place, and for more information, perhaps you should ask about the humanoid system.

Although I think that the humanoid system is a "tentacle" that monitors the deep night of the color center, in my conversation with her, I can feel that she is different from the color center I imagined. What concerns people the most is the difference in attitude. I don't know what caused it, whether it was some kind of disguise, or if it was a premise for a further trap, but in this absence of intelligence, I had to try to trust her and rely on her.

In general, there is no object on which I can rely except for "Jiang". However, only in terms of emotion. I would also like to have more contact with the humanoid system, and I also want to have more people around, just an attitude of recognition and assistance. It's enough to make me feel warm.

The fire scorched the air, and as the smoke steamed, the scenery that penetrated the heat began to distort. The ashes that had fallen from the sky were now like ashes from the burning of the building, blown up by the night wind. The cries, screams, and all sorts of angry clamours that could still be heard outside the gathering place. and the desperate **, the moment you step into the gathering place, you disappear without a trace.

Dead air. More so than before I left the gathering place. It has a sense of ominousness that is very different from the hysterical scene, and any place that is a little hazy when seen will breed terrifying associations. Moreover, precisely because of the before and after entering the gathering place. What is heard and seen. There is a strong contrast, so the atmosphere of horror is even more intense.

There were many things cracking in the fire, and there was a crunching sound, and then there was a crashing sound, and the wind howled, and there seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying and screaming, and the ringing of bells that had not stopped since then. But there is no human voice, no normal voice. These sounds don't make people feel. How noisy it is, it can make people feel too quiet.

When I move my steps, I can even hear the sound of the soles of my shoes rubbing against the ground - clatter, clatter, clatter. Then, there was the sound of my heart beating. The metal objects on his body were blown by the wind, and he swayed with his body, making a gentle collision sound. These sounds, which would normally be suppressed by other sounds, are becoming more and more clear in today's strange environment.

It's like counting the beats, counting down, making people feel that, at some moment, this is the end of this quiet—something very dangerous and strange must be heard.

I had already drawn my sword out of its sheath, and the sound of drawing it was exceptionally clear, and in such an atmosphere, it seemed to be soaked with a strange smell.

"Is anyone there?" I shouted. I had made several rounds around the Gathering Quarters, but I had never been able to find out what the names of each of them were, and even the man and the young woman who knew Old Hawke well had never thought to know their names. In fact, there are many things that, in retrospect, should have been figured out in the first place, however, in reality, there will always be some things that you ignore or forget. This kind of neglect and forgetfulness cannot be solved by "being prepared for it and thinking about it all the time".

When in a certain environment and in a certain state, people are like marionettes - this principle is actually a subject in psychology, but even psychologists have never avoided similar situations. Perhaps they have made themselves seem to be resistant through psychological experiments again and again, and in most cases, they will ensure the normalization and optimization of their psychological and behavioral states, but there is no guarantee that they will be able to do it every time they encounter special situations.

I'm no exception, even if I'm a Level 4 Demonic Emissary, even if I'm a mystical expert, I will occasionally do something that seems irrational in hindsight, or unnecessary, superfluous or insufficient. And, as everyone knows, it's absolutely unavoidable. And the more you put yourself in a dangerous situation because of this mistake that you can't completely control, the stronger the frustration becomes, and the more you remember your mistakes.

At this time, I remembered many things that I should have done well, but did not do. It's not just about asking for people's names, even though "name" and "identity" are the most symbolic things in the world of consciousness.

"Is anyone still alive?" I raised the volume again.

I walked among the ruins and watched many familiar places become unrecognizable in the fire. I didn't use the quick sweep, I just wanted to see if there were any living people, or if there were any humans in this weird gathering place.

Not so long ago, inhabited rooms would be lit with a lamp, and in a deep setting, these lights were full of symbolism. However, now there is no light in sight, either obscured by the fire, or completely engulfed by the fire. I passed by the resistant, or curious, residents' rooms, and tried to pry open the windows before they burned down, but, as in the past, I couldn't break them in, even if they were about to be scrapped.

The mysterious power still firmly enclosed the room itself - if anyone was here, it would be really the same as I had imagined it to be. It is no longer a shelter, but a cage where people die.

The voice began to change again, and I looked up. I listened to the voices that I didn't know exactly where they came from. It's like singing, it's like chanting something, and you can't follow the sound, because you can't tell the direction of the voice at all, it's erratic, it's as if it's sung by your own heart.

This is not the song of "Jiang". It's something else. I couldn't help but look up, only to see a lunar-shaped sphere hanging in the air, and something hazy seemed to spread in its center. It seems to be gradually becoming clearer. Just like the shadow of the moon, the outlines of those craters when seen on the ground will also make people full of imagination. But. What I saw at this time was more impactful, a dynamic, unspeakable way, presenting in front of my eyes.

These changes, what people bring to people, are an instinctive fear. Although it seems less desperate than the despair that pervades the deepest night. But it's mysterious enough, it's mysterious enough to make people reverie. And make people intuitively realize that it is definitely not a good thing.

Suddenly, I heard someone wailing. I turned around and knocked out the sound in disbelief. It was a room in flames, and the shaking of the flames gave people a vague illusion, as if there were people in the room. However, my chain verdict did not observe any signs of people.

On the way I came, all those people were nowhere to be inhabited. The fire makes one wonder if they were all burned to death inside, or if they had fled from these houses, but there was no trace of "people running away in a panic" in this heavy atmosphere around them.

So, is it considered to be burned to death?

It's hard to be so sure. Because, this fire came too strangely, and the people here were "sacrifices", of course, they could not be burned so easily.

"Hallucinations ......?" I said to myself. I'm not sure if the place I'm in at this moment is the gathering place itself, or if it's just an illusion.

However, even if it is just an illusion, this illusion is all too real.

I split the room of wailing, and the flames seemed to be cut off, and the brushes were split in half, and like the sides of the array, they welcomed me in.

I didn't go inside, but I confirmed from the outside that there were no imaginary "people" inside. I wondered how that wail came from, but I cautiously chose not to pay attention to it.

I didn't look for anyone else, and the men and young women who knew Old Hawke were nowhere to be found, and nothing was heard from. I walked briskly, but not with a quick sweep, to where the chapel was.

When I arrived, I saw not the chapel I remembered, but a much larger, more solemn church. It's just that the emblem of the church is a heretical cross of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. Now it is completely certain that the situation in the gathering place must be the ghost of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult. I don't think about whether someone is using the name of Shinrikyo as a cover, because the person who put on this posture is not so secretive.

The previous singing came from here. The choir is singing, and the piano is playing in concertos. And the main body of this band is not human - the main door of the church is open, as if waiting for me for a long time. I hadn't even walked in before I could see part of it. I thought there were acquaintances, but they were all strange priests, dressed like Father Sissen and Father Edward, only the details of the decoration differed, a group of people sat on a long row of chairs and bowed their heads in prayer, even if they were not facing each other, I could feel the familiar and distorted smell of their bodies.

These guys are definitely not sick people in the congregation, and their prayers are definitely not to pray that they can spend the night in the depths. I couldn't understand what they were saying when they prayed, but the frenzy and the pent-up excitement was palpable. They can't wait, but, in the face of the "truth", they must be calm and can only praise.

The singing, the prayers, the singing of what no one knows, but its essence must be the "doomsday truth" they follow.

Seeing them like this, I felt as if I had returned to the past, the battlefield I was most familiar with. How long has it been since the last death? It's been a long time since I've fought this familiar enemy. The guys I met before were all wizards, wizards, wizards and wizards, as if the Doomsday Shinrikyo had been completely witched, and people couldn't help but feel a little lost that "the past is no longer there".

But the current scene gives me a certain sense of immediacy.

It's like, the first battle, the first time to delve into the conspiracy of Shinrikyo of Doom - when the Internet balls were full of heroes, just to disrupt one of their demonic summons.

Fire, Dorothy, File, Ballerina, AI, Turtledove, Billy...... Those memories that seem to be about to fade are gradually coming alive in my mind.

At that time, my code name was still "Crow", and Tomie's code name was "BT".

At that time, the enemies were also priests and believers, and there were no shamans. Specifically, there was only one priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony, but he summoned a terrible demon. Even if a critical weapon is used, it is not a decisive weapon for the demon or the priest. The battle at that time may have been more direct in effect than the battle now, but neither the mystery nor the intensity of the battle was necessarily weaker.

I couldn't help but glance at the people in the church again—a priest, a choir, no less than fifty believers, all of whom must have fought at the level of an expert or above. Since there are no wizards, the chance of the demon being summoned has reached 90%.

The opponents who used to be divided by them are now the only ones who have received them.

This lineup really makes people sweat.

However, even with such a strong lineup, it cannot be forgotten that there is one or several "monsters" that are lurking somewhere.

Was the "gathering place" I entered a deliberately created trap? However, even if I went back to the situation at that time, I would still choose to break into this gathering place. This is because the gathering place that has been engulfed in fire is something that cannot be ignored. I think the person who set the trap must have thought the same thing, someone who knew me very well.

Who would that be? Is it to collect enough information and analyze it on paper, or is it someone I know well? (To be continued......)