The alleyway winds forward, many rooms are lit up, and the oppressive and deep night is like releasing wisps of malice. The ashes of the sky fell and before they could fall to the ground, they disintegrated into a gray mist that flowed no higher than their waists. The blood of the sheep-headed demon was pouring out of the severed neck, seeping into the cracks in the ground during the observation of the chain judgment, and then disappearing from the observation. The sheep's head was no longer angry, but its round eyes seemed to be staring at every shadow behind me.

This is the gathering place, the sanctuary of the real multitude. And the original fantasy-like gathering place burned by the fire seems to be another space in the same place - this is not surprising, even if it is not in the nightmare, there are many temporary data hedging spaces, and the original world has been dug out of a big hole.

In the world of consciousness, even if it is not called a temporary data hedging space, it is called an illusion, but the phenomenon caused is not much different.

The destruction of the illusion does not mean that the main body will also be destroyed, but it creates a deep horror - does the sight of being burned by fire and no one existing, indicating the future of this gathering place?

I slammed my serrated broadsword into the ground

My understanding of the Doomsday Shinrikyo has made me understand how terrifying the Serial Methods of the Doomsday Shinrikyo are, and in the past, there were cyberballs that could contain them in many ways, but now the cyberballs turned a blind eye, and the serial sacrifices were showing their fangs to me little by little. I still underestimate the meticulousness of the Doomsday Shinrikyo sacrificial ritual, as in the past, when the ritual begins, there is no opportunity to stop until it is completed, as if no matter what I do. It's just going to be part of the ritual.

My hunch was correct, killing the sheep-headed demon did not create a stronger enemy, however, the other part of the hunch was also correct, using my method to kill the sheep-headed demon. Further cascading has already been triggered. But what other options did I have but to do that?

Neither tangling nor simply being sharp will get a better outcome.

The fourth-level Demon Pattern Emissary is indeed very powerful, but how many mysteries there are in this world, what kind of results can be caused, and what kind of phenomena are hidden. No one can fully understand. Compared to the changeable spells of the Cult of Doom truth, the power of the Demonic Pattern Super is too simple.

What kind of mystery can you have, and what you can do with your own mystery on a certain battlefield, it is not at all what you want to do. In many cases, being able to solve a problem, even if it is not so ideal, is already the limit of what can be done.

I feel like I've done everything I could. I chose the best way I could think of under the circumstances. That's an unchangeable choice. However, this choice also exposed my limits once again - I am only a human being, just a high school student who has not yet graduated, the enemy is so strong, I want to do many things well, but I am always beyond my ability. But. I still have to do things that are beyond my ability, because if I don't do them, who else will?

What has been unfolded in front of me has not yet revealed the worst of the worst consequences. But the sacrifice had already begun, and I couldn't really stop it. Even if this situation was still expected by me, but it was really presented in front of me so directly, and it still made me feel pain—not that I pity those who were about to be sacrificed, but that the deeper pain was that I was powerless to undo it, and this powerlessness was still painful even if I had foreseen it.

I couldn't make the slightest sound, let alone stop the blood of the sheep-headed demon from flowing. I know that this is where it all begins, and that the unobservable blood that has gone deep into the crevices has become some mysterious existence or phenomenon that will be the prelude to sacrifice, but I have no power to stop the change in this source. What's more, it was I who cut off the head of the sheep-headed demon in the first place, which led to the beginning of all this.

My hands trembled a little, and I always thought that my heart was cold and hard enough that I would never regret going to the abyss. In this repeater world, there are also Sakiya and Hachikei, and I even decided to make a plan for them, even if I would let them die in this world. I have my own reason, if the "virus" cannot be defeated, then, even if they live happily in this world, their future must be miserable, because the world is also distorted.

The apocalyptic process is the world's greatest malice towards the people I love. Without eliminating the apocalypse at its source, without defeating any cause of the apocalypse, whether that cause is a "virus" or something else, it will not really prevent people from going mad, dying, crumbling in endless pain and despair in the apocalypse.

Yes, even if I thought I could do that, I still couldn't contain the pain in my heart just by facing the inevitable sacrifice in front of me.

This pain is because of my vulnerability, which is a manifestation of human nature, it is not a mistake, it cannot be abandoned, but it does not change my situation and make me calm and happy.

I want to scream wildly, to vent, to explode, to exert a million times more force, to stop all this ominous and malicious in front of me. I am even willing to let myself suffer the misfortune of others, but such an idea is of no use in the face of cruel facts.

Thinking and thinking are meaningless if they cannot be put into action, and the results are obtained through action.

Just like the despair that I have felt in the apocalyptic fantasy of the past - if my every move seems to be to achieve a better outcome, but in the distant future, it promotes a worse outcome, then how sad is my actions.

All the actions made against the end of the world are only pushing the end of the world, and it seems to dismantle a conspiracy of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, but in fact, it advances their plans in other ways. This is exactly why the occult experts finally threw themselves into the apocalyptic truth.

The situation I am facing now is no different from what I have faced in the past.

All actions that prevent the end of the world are pushing the end of the world. Such a process and result, reflected in the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, is this kind of serial sacrifice in front of us - everything is nested in layers, and it may make people feel that it is possible. This is a triumph of conspiracy wisdom, but I feel more deeply that it is not how smart the Doomsday Shinrikyo is, but simply what they say and do. Every move is itself a reflection of the fate of the apocalypse.

What I am fighting is indeed this terrible apocalyptic process. I have exhausted the source of this apocalyptic process, and so far, only "virus" can be used as a more definite answer, which is also my willingness to closely pursue "virus" and judge all my own experiences from the perspective of "virus".

Do I really believe that "hospital reality" is reality? Maybe. But that's only because, in the "hospital reality", there is a "virus", and the "virus" can explain the apocalyptic process in the apocalyptic illusion and give a visible solution.

You see, if you don't know the source of the calamity, you can't do anything. And if the "virus" is the source of the disaster, then. As soon as the "virus" is solved, everything will be fine. This is already the ideal answer.

These things about the end of the world, about death, about pain and despair, and all kinds of strange and mysterious events, I try to understand in my own way, my own failure. I always had a hunch because I knew how strong the enemy I was facing. It is not a definite enemy such as "Doomsday Shinrikyo", but a more impressionistic and conceptual existence. It's not the first time I've experienced failure, however, I've never felt it. You can become numb under this fateful pressure.

I am in pain precisely because I am not numb to failure. Is this lucky? No, I think, that's the source of despair and suffering. However, if you do not carry these things, you will not be able to act, and you will lose the people you love and want to save.

I heard the wind howling. Never before had there been such a strong wind in the gathering place, and the wind passed through the gaps between the building itself and the building, bringing desperate and crazy wails. It wasn't just a human wail, it was like an invisible group of demons laughing at it.

The breath of death became more and more intense, and the moon-like orbs hanging high in the sky tore through the veil of clouds and gradually turned scarlet.

The red moon, late at night, gray fog, shouting, flickering lights, faintly flickering through the window, like a natal figure. Everything happened so fast, as if it had been the way it was, but it had been blinded all the time.

The sheep-headed demon's body turned into ashes in one breath, and the sheep's head faded away like a phantom, and the blood condensed into a thin layer of red on the ground, and then turned purple and black in the blink of an eye, as if many days had passed and dried up for a long time.

Time flies in perception, and even if it is a quick pass, it is impossible to react. As my emotions rolled, it was as if I was frozen in a point of time and space by some tremendous force, and everything around me was changing drastically except myself.

The fourth-level demon pattern frantically absorbed the aftermath of the sacrificial ritual released by the scene in front of me, and the hedge of the data was so clear and violent in my perception. The fourth-level magic pattern seems to have no upper limit, but it is like ** for a long time, without the containment of the hunter's seal, this kind of crazy operation still makes people feel uneasy, even if it does not bring obvious pressure.

I saw my shadow stretched out, as if it were about to break free from under my feet - it was no longer human, but some kind of terrible monster. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't have a sense of abnormality, and that my mind and thoughts hadn't changed wildly, I would have really thought that I had really become a monster.

Pain is the best way for me to measure whether my mind is distorted. In terms of this result, I was lucky.

Unfortunate people are everywhere here, and I can't stop it. At first I thought that the enemy would attack from the outside, and I was ready to act as a savior, however, it was I who introduced the disaster directly into the gathering place.

When I regained my mobility, the rooms on either side of me were shattered from the inside, and several people jumped out of the room in a hurry. In the past, these people always resisted others entering and resisting going out, which seems to be a custom, and they believed that the best way for ordinary people to spend the night was to lock the house and room, and to keep the door closed, as long as the lights were on, it was the best shelter. Earlier, it was true that even I could not force my way into their rooms.

But now, all those seemingly foolproof preparations have failed.

Not long ago, the connector of the network ball explained to me the situation of this gathering place. This shelter was not created naturally in the depths of the night, and it may have existed in the first place, but it had already been manipulated and turned into a man-made cage by the mysterious organization that had entered the nightmare. And these people are the birds who voluntarily walked into this cage.

If they had been lucky, they would not have been sacrificed. Everything in this sanctuary is prepared by the mysterious organization, insurance in the worst-case scenario. However, the "deviation" of the torchlight is taking things in the worst direction, so it is inevitable that insurance will be activated. And the things that once protected these people have all become killers who make them sacrifices in the end.

Before the men could escape the room, they were hopeless. The blood of the sheep-headed demon brought a mad aura, and in an instant, this aura had become wind, gray mist, flowing water and earth, covering the entire gathering place, penetrating every crevice, burrowing into the seemingly solid buildings.

The will, which had been suppressed for too long and had become somewhat distorted, was completely distorted under this breath of madness and despair.

These figures, which burst out of the room and let out a human-like wail of despair, turned into something else when they fell to the ground, exposed to the bright red moonlight, and seemed to have lost their minds. They looked like werewolves, like living corpses, like sheep-headed demons one size smaller, like other strange things, but they could never be called human.

These things look more like the weirdness that existed in the deep night.

I told the people in the congregation that if something happened and they felt compelled to leave the house, they had to flee quickly and meet at the chapel.

But in the current situation, it is unlikely that many people will be able to reach the chapel safely.

The strangeness that surrounds me, in a few breaths, there are seven or eight, some can be seen with the naked eye, some cannot be seen with the naked eye, but they can still be observed in the chain judgment. Some of them stopped me directly from the alleyway, some hid behind walls, windows, and doors, and some were still jumping on the roof.

I was like an anomaly, with a conspicuous scent that drew these weirdos closer to me.

Seeing them, my heart ached so much. However, no amount of pain can help. When the choice has been made, you must live with the consequences, whether it is a good result or a bad outcome for you.

I looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and reached for the handle of the serrated broadsword.

The weapon stuck in the ground was violently moving, making a screeching sound, splashing stone dust and sparks, like a flower blooming on the spot.

As the group of monsters pounced, I swept to my feet, bypassing each of them. The rapidly rotating serrated blades slashed into their bodies at the same time.

I stepped into another corner, and in the chain of observations, there was not a single intact corpse behind me. The monstrous, turned from human, were torn apart by the brutal force and scattered in the air.

"I'm sorry." (To be continued......)