The effects of the two rituals erode each other, entangled, destroyed, and fought over each other in the underground hall, and every alienation of the material form made people feel sick, but it was possible to distinguish the conflicts that existed in them, and it was not only the things that were visible to the naked eye, but even those things that seemed to have no concrete form, were unpredictable, distributed throughout the environment, or were part of the composition of the environment, were also producing a kind of fluctuation that could be felt. The space wrinkles, the air changes color, and the instability of the sense of time makes it impossible to determine how much time has passed. There was an unpleasant, poisonous smell that seemed to turn into some kind of life, burrowing in and out with every breath, squeaking and screaming. The sound becomes psychedelic, seemingly drilling through every pore and reaching the depths of the soul.

It's hard to tell whether you're thinking or what's going on in your heart, and you can't tell whether you're making a sound or not, and when you listen and watch, everything you can hear and see is like an indescribable painting full of malice, and even you become the person in the painting. Terrible, incredible, and incomprehensible phenomena may be forcibly explained by what we know, but the deeper unknowns hidden behind these phenomena make people feel deep fear.

It is as if the place where I am is not a real world, but an ominous manifestation, which seems to be limited in area, but expands into the infinite distance, even if it is squeezed into a lot of life, there is no feeling of crowding. I look at all this from a human perspective, and I only feel that there is an expansion squeezing in all directions, and even my own existence is divided in an invisible movement, and I believe that the Doomsday Shinrikyo, the Nazis, and the physical life must have a different feeling than I do, because they should have a perspective that I don't have, to be able to see and feel things that I can't recognize, but I don't think they feel better than me at this moment.

The aggression of the unspeakable foreign body is evident in every corner, and for me, the underground hall has become a foreign world eroded by foreign objects, and in this respect, I am equally convinced that the feelings of other people and non-humans are not fundamentally different from mine. The Torchlight's deviant ritual is summoning a being that doesn't belong to the other parties, and those and non-humans who have been dealing with each other for a long time definitely don't want that being on this battlefield.

Both Shinrikyo and the Nazis are pushing for the end of the world, however, they have different views on how to get to the end and what happens after the end of the world, which is why the original Shinrikyo of the end of this apocalyptic illusion is split. Perhaps any disagreement arising from a difference in philosophy is also ridiculous and meaningless from a broader perspective, and it is all a driving force towards the end of the world, and there has never been a palpable essential difference between "doomsday" and "doomsday" in the past, but this distinction has vaguely emerged from the current situation and changes.

I can vaguely feel that the result of the deviation ritual will also lead to the "end times", but such "end times" are not the "end times" that the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult is happy to see, or even chases after it. As far as the concept of doom is concerned, at this very moment, there is finally a qualitative change. I don't have any evidence to prove how to distinguish the difference between the "end times" and whether what I feel is correct, but as a mystical expert, I don't need evidence at all to act according to my instincts and sensibilities.

I don't know anything deeper, more essential, but both "Virus" and "Jiang" are resisting the consequences of the Ritual of Deviation, and this can be inferred from the current actions of all parties. All of these intertwined anomalies before me, almost chemically reactive, seemed to prove my judgment right - of course, even at this point, I still can't be sure if this is an illusion, a macroscopic push that makes everything that manifests itself at this time: me, the Torchlight, other occultists, the Doomsday Shinrikyo, the Nazis, and physical life all become a necessary part of the apocalypse.

However, I prefer the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo to the uncertainties caused by the deviant rituals, simply because it is more familiar. It is impossible to verify why there is such a thing in the Deviation Ritual, why the Torchlight can know this strange unknown that has never appeared in the apocalyptic illusion, but in the current situation, research is the least needed.

If the sacrificial rites of Shinrikyo in Doomsday are not overshadowed by the deviant rituals of the torchlight, but are eroded by them, then the current situation that seems to have stabilized will be shattered by unknown factors and will lead to an even more difficult outcome to judge. Whether it is my plan, or Dorothy's plan, or the plan of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, or even the rise to the perspective of "virus" and "doomsday syndrome", it must be a heavy blow through the apocalyptic fantasy and the reality of the hospital.

Because it wasn't the result that either side wanted to see, the guys who could appear in this underground hall were all gathered together, regardless of their positions and ideas.

Instead of killing the ritual performers of the deviant ritual, the security guards were eroded as they approached, and I wish they had at least killed the mystical experts who were watching the ritual, including my old friends, in what I had not been able to do before. I hid in the shadows and watched these people gradually fall into an irretrievable end, of course I could have stepped out at any time and tried to kill everyone, but there was another thought, sensibility, and deep fear woven together into an invisible shackle that locked me firmly in this shadow.

My reason is tumbling violently, and it is the most active state I have been in since my recovery. Every moment in my mind, I think about the possibility of "suppose I go and kill these people right away", but none of them are for the better. I was completely driven by emotion, but while I was locked by emotion and intuition, I wanted to find a way out from reason, but there was no way out for reason.

Everything that makes me up, both conscious and physical, resists concrete action. It was like the most drastic warning to me that if I did do something, whatever I did would only lead to worse results.

It seemed like all I could do was just watch, observe, and think......

- It's miserable.

In my mind, all the thoughts and feelings were exchanged for such a mocking answer. I felt like I was suffering the most intense torture I had ever been in existence, from the body to the mind, and every second of the test was burning. And this kind of torture and test, but it clearly makes me feel that it is meaningless and will not bring better development.

There's nothing worse than "want to do something, but can't do it." I felt my own powerlessness and vulnerability, just like facing the "virus", as if I had become a patient with doomsday syndrome, just like I collapsed into an LCL in the reality of the hospital, even collective wisdom and action could not stop it, and I was just a fragile and incompetent harlequin in such a tragedy.

The rituals of Shinrikyo and the rituals of the Torchlight begin to tend to a certain equilibrium in the confrontation, and the phenomena caused by each side cannot cover the phenomena of the other, however, the ritual performers of the deviant rituals have long been alienated, and the wizards of the Shinrikyo have only just begun to alienate. When the first wizard collapsed in the alienation, the alienation of the second wizard also began, and the pace became faster and faster, the third, the fourth...... In the blink of an eye, all the official sorcerers who presided over the sacrificial rite were on the verge of collapse, like a mass of rotting flesh, one after the other disintegrating from the inside of their robes, filled with corrosive green juice flowing down to give the impression that they were being dissolved.

The anomalies caused by the deviant ritual spread to the feet of the onlookers, and the decay was not continuous, but abruptly emerged from the feet of everyone, including myself. In the blink of an eye, I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet begin to soften, and in the blink of an eye, it was already full of proliferating anomalous flesh. It was at this time that the Nazi soldiers approached the mysterious experts around them, one by one, like hornets pouring out of their nests, with clear and unambiguous malice. However, before they could do some killing, the black smoke that swirled over the brazier suddenly spewed out a cloud of mist, and these mists fell in front of the Nazis, and immediately transformed into a strange demonic being, entangled with these battle-hardened soldiers, and it was impossible to distinguish the winner for a moment.

In the next moment, the physical beings who had been watching also reorganized their limbs, or dismantled the modules that were clearly limiters, forming weapons that belonged to them, as if symbolizing the different personalities of individuals. And these weapons, which were originally part of themselves, all have characteristics and power levels similar to those of critical weapons. Some of them look like guns, some of them look like swords, some of them are just long barrels, some of them seem to be a large number of antennas piled up in a mess, and some of them are so twisted and twisted that you can't tell what they are. But without exception, they are all accumulating power in their own ways, some producing visible phenomena, some invisible and silent, and even chain judgments cannot see why.

My observations can't fully contain the attacks of these elemental beings, but that's why it's so weird and powerful that it feels like it's full of possibilities.

The observed radioactivity is so intense that it stimulates the senses of the human body so violently that even the strengthened body of the occult expert seems to be transformed by this intense stimulus. The first to produce a chain reaction was the air, and the chain judgment determined that the particles that could be observed were moving at a high frequency in the disintegration and recombination, and the resulting high temperatures and discharges were not to mention for the time being, and the terrifying energy seemed to tear through the space, creating cracks like spider webs. Something that could be felt in the darkness flowed out of the cracks, and it was too late to say that it was too fast, and the impact that engulfed almost all the shadows advanced in the direction of the brazier in a wave-like motion.

I don't think I can hide in the shadows anymore, but even if I show my body at this time, it will probably be difficult to observe, because the chain reaction of the huge impact is producing a series of phenomena that are enough to cover everything in the path of the advance. The impact of this wave was so dangerous that the energy radiated alone was enough to burn the human body in an instant, and I did not have the hard prosthetic body of my other self, so I could only go through the weak spots to the entrance of the underground hall in advance by passing through the light, heat, and radiation that would actually cause damage.

The moment I stopped grazing, the roaring light and violence had flooded everything around the brazier. It's hard to imagine anything surviving this terrible shock, but mystery is unpredictable, full of unknown possibilities, and in the past, I have experienced the mystery of the uncanny, and although I have a deep sense of the power of this shock, if anything really survives, it is not at all unexpected - I just can't imagine how those that survived, how they survived.

I had stopped observing in advance, and forcibly observing an impact of this magnitude would not bring me any benefit, which was also the result of many attempts. Even if it was a fourth-level demonic pattern envoy, it was absolutely impossible for him to be unscathed in the face of the attacks of more than a dozen near-critical weapons. As far as I can see, if I had a head-on collision, I would have been wiped out in an instant. Of course, there are several possible ways to win without going head-to-head. I am well aware of my weaknesses and my strengths, but even if I have the confidence to fight against the many physical beings in front of me, I have not been able to kill those "old friends" as planned, which makes me feel my limitations even more.

The Body's assault encompassed all ritual performers, mysterious experts watching the ritual, and Nazi soldiers fighting the Grey Mist demons. The impact was so strong that one couldn't help but feel an extreme sense of purification, and even made me think that it would be great if those mysterious experts, including "old friends", could die in this pure and violent "purification". If it had been "purified" without leaving even the slightest trace, perhaps it would not have become a "sacrifice".

As various phenomena slip from the boiling point, the vision gradually becomes clearer, and the visible scene is not unexpected, but it makes people feel heavy.

Even the combined impact of the Elemental Beings failed to extinguish the Torchlight's deviant ritual.

Earlier than I could see, I had heard the ominous shrill screams and music, the frenzied and deep call. It's like a tide in a dream, like the afterglow of the sunset, like a murmur in the dark, like a ghost that comes through time and space, making a hoarse grinding sound deep inside. Sound alone can paint a terrifying, indescribable picture in the listener's mind. If I had to describe it, it was an invisible and chaotic outline that was deeper than the darkness I had ever seen.

Of course, the "people" have died, and those who survive and continue the ritual are all inhuman things, even if they vaguely retain the outlines of the past in their outlines and details.

It is indescribable, indescribable in words and pen, far beyond thinking and imagination, but yet complete in form, something that can be observed. It's such a contradictory and yet real thing.