In Father Edward's eyes, his fate suddenly magnified into a stage so large that he had never imagined, and he felt that he had seen hallucinations, as if a pair of eyes had crossed the appearance of consciousness and matter, through the phenomena of time and space, through the perceptions of various curves and angles, gazing at this stage in a place where all concepts were confused and no philosophy known to him could explain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and I can't see what kind of eyes these eyes are, only an incomparably evil feeling, but it doesn't mean that the owner of these eyes is evil itself, just a human being, no matter how much it evolves, changes and alienation, it still can't completely get rid of the traces of human beings, standing on such a position rich in human concepts, I can only think that the owner of these eyes is evil, that is the natural opposite, it is a natural and inevitable evil feeling, just in a hazy perception like an illusion, In the image presented by such an illusion, the sight of these eyes already makes people sick to their stomachs, and their whole body is cold, and the eerie, malignant, and repulsive cold rushes up the spine until it reaches the cerebral marrow, and even the mind is frozen.

From the point of view of the feeling at this moment, all the previous nightmarish feelings, making me feel extremely negative thoughts, are just appetizers, a sign, a kind of arrangement and foreshadowing before turning to the topic, until I see the "nameless child" standing in front of me, and have some knowledge and thinking about the meaning of this "nameless child", the real fear is like a volcanic eruption, exploding in every cell of oneself.

Father Edward can only express his cold and complicated feelings in one language: so, so.

It was in this overlooking posture that the terrible and indescribable monster looked at the stage and the dolls placed on it, and the dolls went around and around, playing a repertoire that brought tears to the eyes, and in the eyes of the people, it was a great tragedy, a human tragedy, but this monster, although it watched, was not interested - not interested in this stage, not interested in these human beings, and not interested in the audience who were in tears, perhaps, at some moment, Suddenly, a flying insect bursts into the stage, drives away the audience, and swallows the dolls that are circling around, and the monster must be interested in this flying insect.

However, it is impossible to prove, it is impossible to know what the monster thinks, its way of being, its way of thinking, is far beyond what humans can feel at the moment. Even if it is so inconsistent with human cognition, not in accordance with human philosophy and aesthetics, and almost entirely in opposition to nature, human beings are indeed influenced by it, and thus can be shown to exist - in a way that transcends human beings and transcends nature in the narrow sense.

The apocalypse, the destruction, the cruel and painful reincarnation, the fate of this world, of all people, are all proving its existence.

Father Edward saw an enemy from which he could not escape, from which even his philosophy could not bring light and victory, and saw the monster at the bottom of the abyss of his heart that swayed like a willow tree and was deeply rooted in the collective human subconscious. All of this brought him extreme terror, madness, and despair, and it was a horror, madness, and despair that human beings could not assess and describe in the light of the suffering that had manifested themselves in the past.

Words become barren and pale in the face of this emotion, in the face of that terrible existence.

Doom proves its existence, and the "Nameless Son" has brought it to himself. Although intellectually, Father Edward knew that his hope lay in the "Son of the Name", the man he had prayed for, the insurance created by the remarkable vision of the witch VV, but he could also feel a greater despair behind this hope. The sheer size of this despair makes hope like a flame struggling in a hurricane, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

I can't imagine if I used the "Nameless Son", would I have won a chance as the witch VV had envisioned, or would this opportunity just be an opportunity to further the crisis that made my soul tremble and cold? Father Edward's heart trembled, and he was absolutely emotionally shaken, and it was completely evident from his expression, from his eyes, for the man before him, who was calling out to him with joy and worry, stared straight at him. Father Edward wanted to reply, but the chill that spread all over his spine and brain cord, the cells and nerves throughout his body, made his tongue stiff.

"Is there anything I can do?" The man on the other side asked, he obviously didn't feel the grandiose strong presence, he didn't realize that the monster was already staring here, he couldn't see anything shapeless, he couldn't dig out the form of the monster from his mysterious intuition, and the frightening things seemed to him as if they "didn't exist".

Only Father Edward knew that it existed, that it was here, that it almost knew what the Nameless Son was all about, no, it already knew. But it was not interested, it was silent, it was quietly entrenched in that indescribable place, where it could not be directly seen, and even conceivable, where even the most sophisticated and high-end instruments could not measure, where time and space had no meaning, where it looked around from a holistic perspective, and where it seemed too small in relation to the depth and grandeur of its vision. However, it is precisely because I feel it, in perception, that it presents an existential image, so it is having an impact here.

The Nameless Son is a vulgar man, neither short-sighted nor far-sighted, nor unusually sensible, rational and intuitive, nor possessing any mystical element until a switch is pressed, so he cannot see it, and therefore he is safe.

But Father Edward knew very well that as long as he continued to stay here, to communicate with himself, to help himself from consciousness to action, then he would come into contact with it more and more quickly, and at that time, whether or not he could take this opportunity to escape, he would surely die - in a way of thinking, in a way of thinking, in a way of consciousness, in a way of personality, physiology and physical composition, in all its aspects, and ceased to exist.

The Nameless Son will take this opportunity to fix this indescribable, indescribable, invisible, and unimaginable monster in language, and fix it into an image that can be recognized and touched by human beings, even if this image is only an insignificant part of its body, but the attacker after it can attack it through this image, this insignificant part.

It's like a poisonous embroidery needle piercing through the skin, with a gambling anticipation that the toxins will flow into the body of this terrible foe and kill it - but in reality, it is impossible to predict whether the toxins will work on it or not.

Yes, this is the insurance of the witch VV, a targeted insurance for the unimaginable, indescribable enemy of the "monster of the collective human subconscious" - she tries to lock this enemy inside this sturdy-looking safe.

As long as the nameless son has played a role, he will definitely not be able to survive, because the nameless, unimaginable monster will try to destroy this safe that solidifies itself at the first time, and it will definitely be able to break this safe, and what others can do is to give priority to attacking this monster that seems to have become within reach and can be attacked because it has solidified itself.

Father Edward knew very well that the Nameless Son himself had never thought about this, and he had no idea why he was called the Nameless Son and became one of the Three Messengers, and he did not understand how heavy the price he would pay for his own existence. He is so stupid, so ignorant, but even so, his attitude at this moment is so profound and distinct, perhaps it is because he doesn't understand anything that he can show such a sincere expression.

For the first time, in the enlightened eyes of the Nameless Son, Father Edward felt for the first time how deep his malignancy was, how powerless his struggles were, and how far madness and despair he was in, and how he could not refuse—he knew better, not only himself, but also the slightly visible from the hallucination.

All this, without any concealment, is placed on the stage of fate, whether it is himself, the nameless son, or even the witch VV and the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, who have no news anymore, as well as the entire New Century Gospel and other mysterious organizations, are just a group of puppets that can be seen through.

Pessimism, despair, madness, and anguish surged over Father Edward's heart with an unprecedented force, making him feel more than ever that he was human. The corners of his eyes moistened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Father Edward, who had never killed himself in the past, was in pain because of his actions, and even took those pains and asceticities for granted, and in the gushing of emotion, he uttered the word "sorry" for the first time.

However, the man in front of him couldn't understand, felt dazed, and was at a loss, as if he felt that he had done something wrong. Father Edward knew, from the beginning, that this man's performance was the right thing to do, the most believable, and even that could not hold back his own tears.

"You're going to die, you're going to die, Nameless Son." Father Edward said to the man.

“…… I'm not going to die. Having said that, the man's consciousness made him put it in a different way: "If my death can work, although I don't know what it will do, it must prove that I am valuable as one of the three messengers, right?" I've forgotten a lot of things, but I'm pretty sure I'm willing to put the value of my life here. If my death is valuable, let that value be realized. Father Edward, will you win for me? Will you get all my bets back for me? ”

"I don't know. I do not know. Father Edward was on the verge of a breakdown, he only felt that all his rationality and sensibility, the part of himself that had been transformed into inhuman, the part that had been honed to be incomparably hard, could not stop the engulfing of the abyss in his heart, and the emotional outburst caused by the emotions projected from the man opposite. For the first time, he realized that he was not as firm and strong as he thought, no, it should be said that his hardness relative to humans was not worth mentioning in front of that monster.

He was like a sand castle, but he was complacent, and when the stormy waves crashed, he collapsed in an instant.

"You have to know. You should know. The man patted Father Edward on the shoulder as if to inject something into his body through this movement and force, "You never cry, you don't cry because of this kind of thing, you have to give me an answer, Father Edward!" ”

"I, I can't give anything." Father Edward said.

"No, you can give me a promise." The man straightened Father Edward's body, stared at his dilated eyes until his pupils focused, and said, "Promise that you will win all your bets back for me!" I don't care if you're really lying, every now and then you're really sure, but you have to promise, promise me! Don't let my death become useless, don't let my life become worthless. ”

Father Edward could not escape this gaze that forced him, and the emotional frenzy that broke him down seemed to crack under this gaze, and he squeezed out the courage to answer: "Yes, I promise you, I must give you a promise." I give you this promise. ”

The man stared at him for a long time, and then he let go of Father Edward's body, and with a relieved smile, said, "Then I'll be relieved." ”

Father Edward was only in tears, the liquid that had been in his heart, in his eyes, constantly lingering, blended into a burning emotion that he had never thought he would have, with a heat that made his face melt, flowing out of the corners of his eyes, but there was a courage that was not born from his own heart, passed from the stupid, sincere and sudden face of the man opposite, and poured into his heart along the channel of emotional drainage.

"Then begin, Father Edward." "I can't wait, I have a hunch that a destiny is coming upon me, and it will be the greatest performance of my life. ”