Father Sissen held his head in his arms, and the hallucinations that he could not dispel in his mind were the hallucinations that had happened so far and what was happening. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he saw that he was still wearing a "black robe", and Father Edward's shadow and voice were like a nightmare that had happened in the past, and he thought he had forgotten, but he realized that it had quietly chased after him. All the memories of Father Edward, all the things he said, Father Sissen could turn a deaf ear and refute them one by one, and in his independent and mature mind there were a thousand reasons to prove himself right. However, when he began to "think", there was a sudden blank, and when he tried not to "think", there was a ghostly appearance in the blank, but he could not capture the specific thoughts.

I can't think about it, I can't think about it, as if I am being grasped by an invisible hand, so that these thoughts can only turn according to a fixed frequency and direction. Father Sisson lamented, he felt helpless, not even the power of the magic pattern, the power of the critical weapon, could not save his involuntary heart.

Father Sissen never thought of giving up, but that involuntary consciousness made him feel hopeless, even if he "never thought of giving up"? Just when Father Sissen felt that he was about to fall into the abyss, he suddenly came to his senses. It was such a familiar feeling, like waking up from a nightmare, and it was not the first time he had felt such a feeling in this place, in such a state - it was just that every waking up felt like the beginning of another nightmare.

When he opened his eyes, he was still dressed in black robes, walking in the strange, staggered, endless corridors, stairs and aisles, one huge cone after another, whether in a nightmare, or in reality, or in such a half-dreamy junction, people felt a strong sense of existence and oppression, those physical beings, from the windows of the cone-shaped building overlooking the black robes who were walking forward, and Father Sissen felt that their eyes one by one, They all came to their side.

It was a very wonderful feeling, I always felt that these physical beings were about to consciously focus their gaze, and once they completed the focus, they were going to be "seen through", but at this moment, they were just "about to" focus, not really focused. Father Sissen only felt that he was stuck in a dividing line between what was about to happen and what had not yet happened, as if he was immersed in such a strange and wonderful atmosphere, and he could not extricate himself.

The huge fluctuating emotions, the inexhaustible thoughts, the consciousness that I know to be so and cannot control it, the dreamlike feeling, the environment that I can't help myself, the environment that I can observe but can't tell where is the real thing, full of dangerous wonder, ambiguity, hesitation and floating feeling, even for a moment it seems to be stretched into eternity, as if I am being decomposed in this moment of eternity.

From a distant place, a gunshot came, it seemed to be very slow, and it seemed to be very fast, after hearing the gunshot, I don't know how long for a moment, Father Sissen saw that the black robe beside him staggered, his body exploded like a blister, and the bright red blood bloomed in the air, as if the black robe was full of blood, and in the blink of an eye, he poured himself all over his body, and he even had time to think: it turned out that there were no internal organs in the black robe.

However, even if the black robe exploded, it could not make Father Sissen feel that "this black robe is dead", but instead of saying "I feel that this black robe is not dead", it is better to say that "there is no difference between life and death in this black robe". Then, this feeling quickly expanded to the other black robes. Father Sissen couldn't help but think that there was no difference between life and death in all the black robes here except himself. And the fact that such an idea came so suddenly did not surprise him at all.

One black robe fell, and then more black robes fell, and the "wind" of the demonic superpower read the changes that were taking place, like eyes, like ears, like hands and feet, bringing a clear impression into Father Sissen's mind. Thus Father Sissen saw the bullets, the light, the fluctuations, the multiplicity of phenomena, and the intertwined and form-destroying attacks striking the black robes, which did not resist, as if they were unconscious, like stalks struck by a sickle, falling in rows, shattering, splattering with blood in the air, and like a sweet drizzle of rain on the visible corridors, staircases, aisles, and walls of cone-shaped buildings, in the agitation of the wind.

The black robes kept walking past him, and the black robes kept falling and exploding from his side, in front of him and behind him, and the fierce attacks that should have been able to empty an area soon could not be stopped, because these black robes were obviously disappearing at a terrible speed, but when they looked closely, they were still lined up in a neat line, slowly advancing along the bloody corridors, stairs and aisles, towards the unknown distance.

No matter how fierce the attack is, no matter how terrible the phenomenon is, the number of black robes will never decrease, and the queue of black robes will never be disrupted. They were silent, but they were not puppets, they had a heavy spirituality that could not be explained, but they could not answer what was wrapped in that deep black robe.

Not all the black robes were not disturbed by this change, and when Father Sissen realized that he had unconsciously stopped, in the black-robed queue that seemed to last forever and could never be changed, only he stopped, like a frozen reef in the flow of people, and the other black robes rushed up from behind him, diverging from both sides of him, and then gathering together in front of him.

Father Sissen further realized that he should be conspicuous at this time, and that the gaze of those physical beings had reached the end of the imminent and unarrived movement, and his own immobility accelerated the process. I am about to be seen, and the moment I imagine myself being seen by these physical beings, I can't help but imagine a hard, terrible, hopeless battle - in such a place, with so many physical beings, the only fate for myself is death.

Father Sissen was ready to fight, although it was not clear who had attacked the black robes, and what kind of mystery was happening here, but if he had to fight, he had to fight.

Just when these changes in the situation were about to happen, had already happened, or had not yet had time to happen, in such an ambiguous moment, which was only confusing to be described in words, Father Sissen saw a figure slowly walking towards him from the front, from above, against the flow of the black-robed queue.

This time, the figure is no longer just an image in my mind, but as if I am actually standing in front of me. The old, the eyes of the world, the clergy's robes full of deep colors and textures, the countenance that he had been watching since childhood, made Father Sissen call his name again: "Father Edward." ”

"You've always been so stupid, but, that's why I love you, my child." Father Edward finally stood in front of Father Sissen, although the former was older and thinner, the latter was younger and stronger, but the two were almost the same as being tall and tall. Even if there are not many similarities in the facial features, they are not actually related by blood, and their temperaments are different, but what makes them not "completely different" makes them like a father and son.

"Why...... Why are you in this place? Father Sissen wanted to say something like "You're dead," but the deeper memories and feelings, the information that had been unable to be extracted because he couldn't think deeply, seemed to have been opened up and finally came to his mind.

When the perception of Father Edward, the New Sense Gospel, the Three Messengers and the Witch VV - especially the Witch VV came to mind, Father Sissen subconsciously understood why Father Edward was able to appear in front of his eyes when he was in such a situation.

"Because I don't want you to die here, in such a stupid way." Father Edward replied that, though it was a simple reason, it did not make one doubt its authenticity, because this straightforward and true emotion was indeed conveyed from the words - such a communication made Father Sissen suddenly realize that the place where he was actually existed in the form of consciousness, and that he was indeed in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, on the route indicated by Sha, but the gray mist generated on the way back changed his surroundings from a normal material state to a strange state of consciousness.

The undulating emotions, the involuntary thoughts, the dreams and strange experiences are all characteristics of the conscious world. And not being able to immediately realize that this is the world of consciousness, it is also a strange world of consciousness.

"Is this really a sacrificial ritual?" Father Sissen was convinced, but couldn't help asking.

"Yes, the sacrificial ritual has begun, and it is impossible to determine the core area of the ritual for the time being, but its effect is spreading to other areas." Father Edward said, extending his hand to Father Sissen, "I'll take you away." The scale of the ritual was simply too large, and the effect was simple, but it was also irresistible. You're already trapped in the ritual, and if I'm alone, I won't be able to break through the ritual's effects, but the power of the witch can still find you out of the thousands of sacrifices and open the way for us to leave. Don't hesitate, this is your only chance to survive the ritual. ”

Although Father Sissen, for various reasons, left his godfather and, in fact, stood in opposition to him, he did not hesitate to seize Father Edward's hand at this time. The warmth of that hand, and the strength of its grip, seemed to have spread from the distant innocent past. At this time, Father Sissen did not actually think about whether this Father Edward, who came to take him, was the effect of the sacrificial ceremony. In the evil ritual phenomenon of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, it is very common for some familiar hallucinations that make you feel warm, and to make sacrifices in the way of "taking yourself".

This time, however, Father Sissen was willing to believe that Father Edward was not a hallucination - there was no reason, just that he believed so.

When Father Sissen grabbed Father Edward's outstretched hand, a light descended from the sky, enveloping the two of them, and at the same time, the eyes of the elemental beings in the cone-shaped structures moved and focused on them. Father Edward seemed to be stimulated by this gaze, and his body, which was thin but actually beyond imagination, suddenly became as if it were all liquid, became transparent, and made a gurgling sound, as if boiling from within, and bubbles rose and rolled on the surface of the liquid.

The boiling liquid human form - this is one of the demonic disguises that Father Sissen has ever seen, a demonic form that can produce special effects on the world of consciousness.

The hand that he was holding with Father Sissen also turned into a boiling liquid, conveying a terrifying temperature, and Father Sissen felt his flesh scream, but even then, he did not let go of it.

A pulling force came from the pillar of light that fell from the sky, dragging the two of them up, and the black robes around them marched forward in line as always, while the primal life had already noticed the change and was making an attacking movement - this scene was conveyed by the "wind" to Father Xisen's mind.

The boiling liquid figure began to use his other hand to uncover Father Sissen's black robes, but Father Sissen felt as painful as if he had been skinned alive. The black robe on his body obviously covered his skin, but when it was forcibly torn apart by an external force, it looked like a part of his body. If it was only physical pain, it could be said to be easy to bear, but the pain soon penetrated into Father Sissen's heart, and it can be described as a kind of mental pain and torture, as if he had encountered the most painful thing in his life that he did not know. It makes people feel that before this kind of pain appears, they only feel that their inner peace is complete, there are no loopholes, and nothing will make them so painful, and when this pain appears, they realize that they are going to be bruised all over their bodies.

"It's painful, Sissen, then feel the pain." In the pain that seemed to tear at his body, internal organs, and soul, Father Sissen heard Father Edward's voice, and the wind was conveying some kind of drastic change, making Father Sissen feel that Father Edward was protecting himself and fighting those physical beings. And he was rising, he kept rising, as if he was rising endlessly, and no attack could stop his ascent, and finally, he reached that point.

The blinding light penetrated into his eyelids, and Father Sissen couldn't help but reach out to block some of the light, and then cautiously opened his eyes.