The sacrificial rituals of the Cult of Doom Shinrikyo have always felt strange, and the most obvious malice is not something that others can have when they also perform sacrifices. The magic array they use is also completely different from what they usually see, saying that it is a magic array, but it looks more full of futuristic sci-fi flavor. However, this is also in the style of the Integrated Self-Domination. It's obviously mysterious, but it seems to be able to be solved in a popular scientific way, but if you really think it's a "profound science" and think that one day you'll accumulate knowledge enough to analyze it, you will end up with a miserable end.

Here, the boundaries between science and mystery seem blurred, and there seems to be something in common in theory, but when encountered, generalization can only invite doom and death.

There are many puzzling aspects of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, and what usually seems like a better solution for them is not really good. These choir women, these followers of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, are sacrificed in the ritual of sacrifice when they die, but if they are not killed, but simply imprisoned or comatose, so as to prevent them from committing suicide, can this sacrifice be lifted?

The answer is no.

There are always many ways for a person to die, and if a person intends to make himself a sacrifice, it is definitely not something that can be done by leaving him unconscious.

The women of the choir knelt before me in a defenseless gesture and prayed, as if urging me to kill them with my own hands. So, can I not kill them? Is it okay not to kill them the way they want them to?

The answer is also no.

It was clear to me that the grotesque actions of these people were nothing more than a step in the sacrificial ritual, and that when I killed them the way they wanted, it was in itself an act of facilitating the ritual. But even if I use other methods. For example, just by knocking them unconscious, they also have various ways to die, and the act of "I knocked them unconscious, so they committed suicide" is transformed into another premise of the sacrificial ritual.

As long as it's death, as long as this death has something to do with me. Evil will become entangled, and you can't break free until the ritual is completed, and after the ritual is completed, you must suffer the consequences that come with it -- the so-called demons are truly described, and they do not conform to the deep meaning of the word "demon" just because they are "products of the gray mist".

Only after understanding this, do you still insist on your actions and bear the consequences that come with it. in order to protect themselves to a greater extent.

Therefore, I did not hesitate to draw my sword and cut it.

These women were so effeminate that they didn't show any aggression, they just came to me at a certain time, in a certain place, in a certain way. But what they think, exist, and do. I already have malice against me, even if it's a trap. I had to jump in too.

The women's heads flew up, and I watched as their bodies turned to ashes, dodging the blood that had been completely sprayed out of the shackles of their bodies.

I was silent as I watched the puddles of blood on the ground bubble up as if they were boiling. Subsequently, a large number of light-like circuits extend from the inside of the church, drawing this blood into it.

The circuit of blood and light flowing, from the overall outline, is already full of asymmetry. This asymmetry makes people feel awkward. It makes people feel that it is full of some kind of malicious curse. This abnormal feeling in the senses is enough to make ordinary people frightened and uneasy.

Is murder sinful? Guilty, of course. People cannot get rid of human nature and social nature, and the concept of "sin" has always been attached to human nature and social nature, permeating everyone's common sense.

In the occult, sacrificial rituals are used to accomplish "bad karma" through such a deep, non-transferable connection of the individual's will. It is the most effective against "people", across time and space, most of the attacks presented in the form of "concepts", the best way to deal with it is not to be human.

As long as you are not human, it is not a sin to kill people, but as long as you are still human, you still have the characteristics of "human" in the way you are constituted from the material body to the spiritual mind, and it is impossible to get rid of it.

In the past apocalyptic vision, when I realized this, I was not far from death.

I took a deep breath, shielded myself behind my shield, and observed everything moving within a fifty-meter radius with a chain judgment. By the time I killed the choir, the priest's body had disappeared and it was impossible to capture its movements, and by the time I realized it, he was no longer observing. I'm not surprised at all, there are many things in this world that can't be observed by chain judgments, and it's not surprising that this kind of situation has happened to the priests of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Church. As I have long understood, even if the priest is in a key position in the sacrificial ceremony, the preference for killing him is definitely not the best choice under the circumstances.

The arrangements of the Doomsday Shinrikyo are very targeted, and I know what they are going to do, but all of their arrangements will make people have to focus on short-term advantages and give up long-term considerations.

For some smart people, this kind of experience is probably very aggrieved, as if they have been tricked around, but for me, I have long lost this emotion.

I'm not a particularly smart person, and it's not because I'm smart enough to get to where I am today, on the contrary, only stupid people like me will persevere.

The priest's body disappeared, the choir was cut off, and there were still four of the thirteen people with high-speed movement ability, plus the other believers, there were less than fifteen people in total, all of them were third-level demonic messengers, but they were more stressed than when the war started. I have no evidence, but I can feel that the remaining less than twenty people are indeed stronger than they were originally, as if there is an invisible force superimposed on them the power of the dead.

Although the remaining enemies are still third-level Demon Pattern Emissaries, they can no longer be measured by the previous battles.

This time. It was already nine seconds before the start of the war.

In the tenth second, the air was stirred again, and at the same time, I was once again in a state of rapid skimming. Four high-speed movers were outflanked from all sides again, and the rest of the believers were the same. Preparing for another concentrated fire attack. Although their numbers have been reduced, their individual abilities have been strengthened, and once they complete the "Mystery", their final cohesion will not be weaker than the first concentrated attack. And their actions, and mine, are just a copy of the two seconds before the war began.

In a high-speed world where everything seems to come to a standstill, there are not many things that can be observed to move obviously, and the few remaining people who have the ability to move at high speed are due to the lack of numbers. It is no longer possible to intercept as effectively as before. It is true that their abilities are also enhanced by the number of deaths, however, the Magic Pattern Super, which allows them to achieve the phenomenon of high-speed movement, has not undergone a qualitative change, and will still be captured by Swift Sweep and referenced. Therefore, at the time of the actual battle. I'm still "faster" than them.

Last time, the formation of a mysterious force focused on fire. It took a total of two seconds, and this time, it was faster in terms of formation, and I think it only took less than a second for them to complete this fire. However, "less than a second" is an extremely short time in the eyes of ordinary people. It's long enough for a quick sweep.

Armed with a shield and a long knife, I invaded the immobile believers in a hundredth of a second, and with a swing of the blade, I severed the necks of five people in an instant. Afterwards. The mysterious expert who moves at high speed is only belated. Their weapons collided with my shield with greater force than before, and even crooked the hand holding it, and I jumped, rolled, and passed through the gaps in the attack faster than they did.

Before one of them could react, the heart was pierced from behind him. Before the remaining three high-speed emissaries could adjust their course and posture, I had time to step on the dead man's back and pull out the long knife. Then came a twisting force that condensed and swirled around me, as if to twist the space I was in. However, before this twisting force could be fully developed, I had already swept away, only the corpse of the deceased was completely distorted, and the blood gushed out as if it had been squeezed, and then absorbed by the blood-colored circuits on the ground.

In this way, I brandished my shield to block all the attacks that tried to repel me, and with the long knife in my right hand, one after the other, I reaped the lives of the remaining believers. Half a second later, he killed all the believers who were unable to move in the face of the swift sweep. The mass death of the believers made the last three remaining high-speed moving third-level demonic messengers exude an even more powerful momentum. When their weapons collided with my shield again, I had to step back to neutralize the impact that had become unusually powerful.

The last three have surpassed my body strengthened by the fourth-level magic pattern in terms of pure strength, however, their magic pattern is still level three, and the super energy still can't get rid of the reference of speed sweeping, and in terms of speed, I still have the advantage. As I chased after one of them, the mysterious, fast-moving expert gave up his dodge and met him with his chest puffed out. When I moved behind him again and stabbed him, he leaned back and let the knife penetrate his heart. Then, my hands were strangely deformed, as if they had been sucked out of bones, incredibly soft, and lightning struck my throat and heart.

I couldn't pull out the long knife that was inserted into his body, and I could only use my shield to block the dying man's counterattack.

The dull crash, followed by the sound of an explosion, swept through the area centered on the two of us. Despite blocking the impact, my shield-holding hand bounced high under the massive impact, exposing my body to the shield. The other two, without saying a word, came straight at me, one aimed at my heart, the other at my neck.

Even so, their speed is still a little too slow. I let go of my shield and escaped through the gaps in the siege with greater speed. The last two occult experts attacked and swung at the same time, and I was in the same position the moment they swung again.

I grabbed the shield with one hand and pulled the knife out of the blood-draining corpse with the other. Even in a high-speed movement, the corpse could still be seen quickly turning to ashes.

I didn't have too many thoughts, and once again slashed at the enemy around me, who could only adjust his posture slightly, and I cut off his arm, and even the person with the weapon, was swept out by the shield. Although it was not cut in half, the feeling of crushing something was still very real.

This man's head was smashed alive by me with my shield.

The last remaining occult expert, taking advantage of my previous killing, has quickly retreated into the church.

I raced through the invisible highway, chasing him, through a gap in the wall, and into the church again.

At this time, there was still a fraction of a second left, and this second passed. Outside the city wall behind him, the mystery that would not disappear because of the death of the main body once again converged, forming a strong impact that was no less powerful than before, sweeping the area, and even the walls of the church were a little crumbling.

I rolled to the side, and a shockwave spurted in through the gap behind me, tearing the shattered interior of the church once again. The circuits that flowed with blood bloomed with extraordinarily bright light, and in less than a breath, the riot of the air flow was completely eliminated. I broke away from the rush and slowly got up to examine the inside of the church. The gray fog here is much thicker than outside, and it seems that disgusting ** and cries can be heard from all directions. The last Doomsday Shinrikyo believer who had retreated into the church was half-kneeling in front of a corpse in a quiet, strange position.

It was the body of the priest, and the believers were praying for something about it. At his feet, the texture of the circuit is so dense that one can't help but imagine that he is at the center of this sacrificial ritual at this time.

Obviously, the final change will happen to him. The moment I realized this, I jumped into the invisible high-speed passage and sped towards him.

Almost at the same time, the last believer, a third-level demonic emissary, slowly fell backwards. His chest was pierced by a richly decorated but dark dagger.

He committed suicide.

And that's just the beginning.

The last step of the sacrificial ritual has been completed, and I can see that the gray mist is swirling.

It's as if the whole world is spinning. (To be continued......)