Father Sissen listened quietly to Father Edward's recitation, and there was a strange atmosphere that spread through the room, and after a while, I felt that it was not just the atmosphere, but also the smell, the temperature, something that could be felt through every inch of skin and every pore. It www.biquge.info intangible, it seems to be a little idealistic, but it can't be completely sure that it's just a psychological effect. It seemed that more memories came to his mind vaguely, as if he was about to remember something. The clock was ticking, and Father Heeson suddenly wondered why he hadn't noticed the sound before. He looked at the clock, and the hands were approaching midnight, and every tick of the second hand made him feel his heart beating at the same time, giving him the illusion that the ticking sound was actually from his own heart.

Father Edward's voice did not stop, but became more and more indistinct, and Poe's famous Psalms changed in this vague voice, and the inarticulate prayer was pouring out of it, and Father Sissen's heart could not help but echo this voice, reciting the prayer of the Church of the End of the Word of Truth in his heart:

"Everything has a beginning and an end, death is the flower that adorns the tombstone, and the epitaph is the meaning of life. Flesh and blood are like grass and trees, glory is like an epiphany, grass withers, flowers wither, but death is not the end, just as the truth endures forever. ”

A reddish glow that was very different from the fireplace in the room came through the window, and Father Siessen felt a convulsion in his heart, an ominous sense of fear that made him not want to look at the source of the reddish light at all, but it was shining from behind Father Edward, and a familiar apprehension made him force himself to look at Father Edward. The man who had filled his life with love, hatred and complex philosophical factors was watching him, and although there was no expression on the man's face, Father Sissen could still feel the kindness in it.

Father Edward held out his finger and raised it to his lips as if to signal Father Sissen not to speak, and the mysterious feeling as if something unusual was already happening intensified. The reddish glow had a distinct trail, and it was indeed coming from behind Father Edward, to be precise, from the part of the large floor-to-ceiling window that was a little bit higher, and it was turning from faint to thick. Father Edward was bathed in an ominous red light, his hair began to fall out, and the skin on his face seemed to melt. Father Sissen could not suppress the fear in his heart from the mysterious atmosphere, from the abnormal changes, from the nightmarish signs, he could refuse to say that this fear came from his own heart, but he could not deny that even if it was not, there was something that injected fear into his heart through an invisible syringe.

Father Sissen felt that he should not be afraid of these changes, no matter how strange and unusual they may seem, because he himself was a mystical expert, an expert who survived more of these fears like this, and whose will not to waver in the face of the collapse of the sky had already taken root in his heart. However, he couldn't deny that he was really afraid of something. The situation in front of him seems to be somewhat similar to the situation in the past, but it is in some more essential ways that it prevents him from calmly facing what is happening in front of him based on his past growth.

"Don't be afraid, Sissen, don't be afraid......," said Father Edward, as if telling a secret, "look, it's coming, we've managed to trap it, but it's still coming, it's not the most powerful, and even then we have to pay the price." We've paid the price, but it's not enough. You are the heir, Sissen. Originally, I thought you weren't, no, I always thought you shouldn't, but who knows when things get to this point? Karma will meet, cause and effect cycle, you, like us, are chasing the truth of the end times, and you will have to face it. I saw the beginning and estimated the process, but, to be honest, the result was unexpected and reasonable. ”

"I don't understand." Father Sissen saw that the red light was getting stronger and stronger, and Father Edward's facial features had melted, and his body and limbs were dissolving, like a human figure made of candles gradually losing its silhouette in the heat.

"All those who chase the truth of the end will encounter it, and all those who want to escape it will be punished, so, do not run away, look at it directly, cross it, and it will be possible to reach the end. And this odds, only 1 in 1,000, 1 in 10,000, who knows? It's powerful, but it's still limited by us. Father Edward said.

"What the hell are you talking about? Father Edward. Father Sissen felt that Father Edward was playing tricks, but he did not like the vague conversation. If one side seems to be hinting at something, but does not make the point clear, the other side will have to try to guess without necessarily getting the right answer. Father Sissen has always felt that the more nervous he is, the more he is in a dark, muddy, and unclear environment, the more he should not play such a sharp game.

"I can't say more clearly because we don't understand it very thoroughly. Most of what I know is just my guess, and once you know my guess at all, your mind will be limited to my mind - I am afraid that it will become like this, and it will kill you, so I can't say more clearly. Father Edward did not feel anxious about Father Sissen's eagerness and disgust, but, as if he was happy to see this scene, with a hint of déjà vu that Father Sissen felt familiar, "We are all clowns, don't forget that, when the curtain opens, the characters will not leave the scene until they have finished their plot, all you need to do is to prolong the plot." There is no fixed protagonist here, no fixed supporting role, just characters. Sissen, don't be afraid, death is not the end, death is just a process of change, so you should be careful not to let change be fixed, don't let change end. ”

When Father Edward said this, he was no longer human, but like a candle. Illuminated by the red light outside the window and reflected by the fireplace fireplace, the candle seemed to be burning. The clock was ticking, and Father Sissen's heart was pounding like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Who are 'we'?" Fr. Sissen asked.

"New Gospel ...... We did bring the gospel, and don't we live up to the name? "We did what we could, but we didn't accomplish what we ultimately wanted to do, but, I have you, Sissen, so, I leave you with our results and let you continue what you want to do." And we, like ghosts, will eventually disappear at the end of our destiny. ”

Father Sissen was already on his feet, his legs were shaking, he felt angry, he wondered why he was so afraid, there was a strong premonition telling him that Father Edward was about to disappear, and soon, very thoroughly, this meeting was the final farewell, this man like a master and father was explaining what was going on, and all the foreshadowing in this room had been buried by this man a long time ago. It's like a mechanism that doesn't know when or how it will be triggered, the only thing we know is the trigger conditions: when Father Edward himself is unable to survive, and Father Sissen is also caught in a fateful death, Father Edward can use this mechanism to exchange his own death for the possibility that Father Sissen will be able to live - yes, there is no guarantee that he will live, it is just a possibility.

"Father Edward!" Father Sissen shouted in a trembling voice.

"Beware of the Mar Jones family, you're not the only character who still has a story, their plot may be longer and closer to the end than yours." Father Edward's voice vanished like a light smoke. At the same time, the fireplace exploded, and the flames rushed out, wrapping around his melted silhouette, causing the candle-like thing to burn fiercely. Although the red light coming in from the window became clearer, it was still suppressed by the surging candle flame. Father Sissen saw a mass of evil spirits that looked like dead faces flying out of the candle flames, almost endlessly.

The faces of these evil spirits raged through the room, wailing, screaming, cursing, and melting in the red light, but even then, they seemed endless. Father Sissen was surrounded by these evil spirits, but instead of violating him, they made him feel that they were protecting him from the red light. He looked up, and the visceral fear that had kept him from looking out the window had weakened in his same heartfelt anger, and though it had not disappeared, it could no longer stop him from looking at it.

So Father Sissen saw the blood-red full moon hanging outside the window. It was so huge, so heavy, so ominous, so lifelike, as seen in the Governing Bureau. The desolate vision of the Ruling Bureau once again came into his eyes, and the room, the evil spirits, the firelight, and the burning candles all vanished in this instant, and he once again, as if awakened from a nightmare, returned to the battlefield where he had always been.

The huge red full moon that seemed to be about to fall to the ground, and the black shadow on the moon's surface that looked like a female body and a tree-like tentacle merging, were all clearly visible again, but the formless and intangible thing that had been fighting them was disappearing from the senses, as if it had melted, and it seemed to burrow into the red moon and the black shadow. Father Sissen couldn't see it, but he could feel it, the "wind" evoked by the magic pattern, under the amplification of the critical weapon, sketched a vague impression in his mind: countless evil spirits were roaring towards the red moon and black shadows, and it was they that brought the wind that spread throughout the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, they were everywhere and seamless, no matter what kind of anomalies the red moon and black shadows set off, they could not escape their impact.

As far as Father Sissen's eye could see, everything was rapidly weathering, including his body, however, his already incomparably distorted and incomparably ugly body was weathered and shattered, revealing its original humanoid skin and body. A human body made entirely of flesh and blood, without a trace of structural material, seemingly normal and healthy, but full of surging power that Father Sissen did not possess in the prosthesis.

It's hard to believe that this is really a human body.

The more the wave of evil spirits in that feeling rushed into the red moon and the black shadow, the more the red moon and the black shadow felt separated. Father Sissen felt that it must be right, that the black shadow composed of a female body and tree-like tentacles must be separating from the red moon. The huge red moon that was about to fall to the ground was blurring at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the invisible evil spirits had filled it, turning it too into a ghost, into some kind of hallucination, into something that did not actually exist. And the black shadow is also writhing, as if struggling, as if adapting, in short, it is deforming, those inhuman parts are shrinking into the outline of the female body, and the outline of the female body is also shrinking, as if it has been sealed, it is becoming a more intuitive, more tangible thing.

In the last blink of an eye, everything that changed violently suddenly stopped, as if all the evil spirits had rushed into the red moon, and the red moon had completely disappeared, leaving only the outline of the female body, which had no inhuman appearance, and fell quietly to the ground in the size of a normal person, just a hundred meters away from Father Sissen. Everything that had once obscured the view, whether it was buildings or gray fog, was gone, and the heavens and the earth were clear, leaving only a large expanse of sand and ash covering the earth.

Father Edward's presence completely disappeared from Father Sissen's senses, and Father Sissen finally saw the last remaining enemy on the battlefield. Her appearance was not unfamiliar to Father Sissen, but it was difficult to remember where he had seen this woman, but Father Sissen knew where she came from: Jiang.

When he remembered the name "Jiang", Father Sissen wondered why he had such a sense of déjà vu, because in many places the other party gave him a strong, familiar and aggressive sense of presence, which he had once felt in the final weapon of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

The woman in front of her and the final weapon are so similar, but they are not the same.

Nie, Witch VV, Nameless Son, Shitenin Gaco, Father Edward...... A series of names came to Father Sissen's mind for no reason, and he realized that the woman in front of him was a complete monster, and that her appearance in this way was the final result of the New Age Gospel, for which the whole New Age Gospel had been completely defeated.