In the depths of the file's consciousness, I can't feel what her final spiral blow becomes, just judging from the state of the file in front of me, it is obvious that it will not end casually. It is likely that the crazy and great power penetrated the collective human subconscious, but if it really caused an impact on the collective human subconscious, I should have suffered this impact at this time, and yet, I felt nothing, as if everything was normal. And this unclear situation is also the source of fear, obviously reason is telling itself that some terrible and important change must have happened, but he is completely unable to observe the relevant traces.

After looking away from the file, I once again used all my observational powers, including chain judgment, to examine the situation inside and outside the underground hall at this moment, and I felt as if time had continued to the moment I entered the file consciousness, and there was no unexpected change. The frenzied screaming ritual performers, the blazing, billowing black smoke braziers, the mystical experts watching the ritual with strange expressions, as if even their souls had been absorbed by this grotesque and crazy ritual, including the remaining "old friends" I know, were all in a strange atmosphere that seemed to last for a long time, maintaining the same posture as before, in a cycle that would never end.

Where has the progress of the Ritual of Deviation been? What has changed from before? If the previous battle between me and the other mysterious experts, and the mutation that took place in the file, must have had some kind of facilitation, then what exactly did this facilitation manifest itself? None of these questions could be answered from the scene, and every detail I could observe was a sign of foreboding as ever, but as if it were just that.

It's horrible. The more rationally I analyzed and looked at everything here, the more frightening it became, and I almost wanted to leave, but I had a reason not to leave immediately. It's just that in such a stalemate, it doesn't seem to be a way. Compared to when I first made my decision, the anomalies that had occurred before made it impossible for me to confirm whether it was appropriate for me to continue killing the others in this underground hall. If the killings I do are contributing to the results I don't want to see, then the only option I have is to do nothing.

I followed my instincts, fading into the shadows around me, and trying to see what happened after that from an out-of-the-box perspective as much as possible. I had to find new entry points that I could convince myself to get myself moving. Any action at this moment strikes me as an impulse - I don't know if this decision to follow my instincts is the right one, but all along, the occult experts have acted according to their own instincts in the incomprehensible and unpredictable circumstances. I'm not a smart person, my cognition is full of limitations, and my judgment is by no means excellent, put aside the intuition of being a mysterious expert, put aside the "Jiang" in my body, I can't really make the absolutely correct choice, in this case, I can only trust my intuition, believe that the essence of this intuition, is the guidance of "Jiang".

I must believe that this crazy and terrible third party intervenes, neither the "virus" nor the "river" wants to see it, but will definitely fight back from their level - it is not humans who can defeat monsters, but monsters themselves, or ...... It's another monster.

The stronger the light in the brazier, the thicker the shadows in the underground hall, when the figures of the ritual performers were hazy and shrouded in the light of the jumping fire, when the strange black silt-like shapes of the ritual performers began to circulate around the brazier, as if they themselves constituted a magic array that was constantly moving, when the mysterious experts around them let out a suppressed, inhuman bass that rolled out of their throats, when the files of the vegetative people began to undergo some physical changes, The intruders who had been advancing towards the underground hall finally found the right entrance, and a rush of brains rushed in, and their movements were so loud that even the hard materials at the entrance were shattered and collapsed under this great force.

The thirteen body beings seemed to spread out in all directions at the first moment, like a large net that had been spilled out. More than twenty Nazi officers of military rank, dressed in overcoat-like uniforms and wide-brimmed military caps, remained a close-knit and orderly group. There are also the vortex of gray mist that suddenly appeared in the air, and the doomsday Shinrikyo wizards who came out of it one after another, including ten official wizards wearing masks and hiding in cloaks, as well as elite wizards who also wore masks but were dressed like modern people, and Winged Knights with metal wings suspended in mid-air with full armor.

A large number of security guards poured in from the cracked hole in the underground hall, but when these furious security guards rampage in the direction of the brazier, the appearance of the underground hall began to change even more drastically. This change first comes from the senses, then rises to the details that can be seen by the naked eye, and before there is time to confirm it, the ground appears to be corroded, and after a layer is scraped off, the texture and wriggling of flesh and nerves appear. The black smoke that swirled above the brazier also began to change its image at the same time, as if something strange was about to come out.

I don't feel like the changes I feel are all illusions, but the whole deviant ritual does exude a hallucinatory power, and when I feel the presence of this power more deeply, the whole hall changes in an instant. The strange flesh nerves that had eroded the ground had spread to the walls and roofs, and the uncovered parts were closing like skylights, giving people the urge to leave. The sounds of the ritual performers, both their own voices and the sounds of the instruments they played, took on a wet and muddy feeling, and I felt the evil, hideous, chaotic malice as the air came into contact with my skin.

This malice was not directed at me alone, but at this space, and I blinked, and before the intruders could do anything, sparks were raining down from above the zenith.

Some of these anomalous phenomena are just illusory phenomena, but some of them have a strong impact on matter. In the chain of judgments, the security guards who were the first to rush out in spite of the strange changes have become infected, the shell of the structure that should have been very strong is softening, and the proliferating flesh nerves are increasing their size and changing their appearance. The deformed human-like appearance of the security guards became more and more inhuman, and more soft tentacles grew on the arthropod-like hands and feet, and on their arched backs, huge sarcomas cracked open and showed huge eyes, and then, on their mask-like faces, blood and tears flowed out, and the eye sockets and mouths were stretched open, and countless messy tentacles poured out. In an instant, these things, which even mystical experts feared, had turned into even uglier aliens.

These mutated security guards gave me a strong mental impact, and this impact was not only from the visual senses, an inexplicable force was stirring my mind and emotions. Especially when these deformed security guards enter the sludge that the ritual performers have become, the tentacles that come out of the mud sink deep into their deformed shells, as if the two become one, but there is also a feeling of displacement - I only think that this incompatibility is actually the final feeling of this mutation, and they will not become more harmonious, because this is a shallow manifestation of chaos, and this feeling of incompatibility is enough to make people crazy, It's like turning the witness himself into a cleanliness addict and an obsessive-compulsive person, forcing people to face their most unbearable situation.

Now, I know that the security guards who would have gone to destroy the ritual have become part of the Ritual of Deviation. And the mutations that have taken place on them are not over yet, and it feels as if they are still being transformed by this abnormal and distorted force in detail, becoming more powerful and weird and crazy every moment. The other invaders simply stood still, as if waiting for something, or testing the patience of the other camps. Here, I can clearly feel that, despite the cooperation between the Body, the Nazis and the Doomsday Shinrikyo, the estrangement and contradiction between them is so obvious and deep that their previous connection in action is like an illusion.

Of course, from either side's point of view, I never felt that it was possible for them to work together to the end. However, in the face of the strangeness of this underground hall, it is still impossible to tell from the silence whether these guys will cooperate sincerely or go their own way, or whether they will blatantly treat each other as rivals. And, while the weirdness caused by the deviant rituals has been more active so far, it cannot be said that these intruders cannot compete with this level of weirdness, after all, these intruders themselves are also part of the weirdness.

The mysterious experts who had been watching the ritual before the intruders began their new move, including my old friends, seemed to be attracted by something indescribable, their faces had somehow become bloodless, their expressions haggard, their eyes dull, but they could not be said to be listless, their whole feeling made people feel a certain kind of activity that did not match their appearance, as if a huge amount of energy was being generated within their own bodies, and even the flesh could no longer restrain the expansion of this energy.

The performers of the ritual were even more excited, and the harsh dissonance of the instruments had a synchronized rhythm, which, though monotonous, a rhythm unacceptable to man, presented a certain mesmerizing attraction in another sensibility beyond hearing, as if tasting some kind of bitterness, but ultimately making one obsessed with it.

I almost wanted to kill my old friends as I had planned, but it was the wizards of the Religion of Doom Shinrito who acted faster than me.

The gray mist had dispersed around the wizards at some point, and as it grew thicker, it would be sucked away by the black mist that swirled above the brazier, creating serpentine ribbons of mist above their heads. Even so, the gray mist increased faster than the black smoke absorbed, and the wizards who were obscured by their robes and masks stretched out their index fingers, just as I had always seen, the gray mist condensed at their fingertips, but it did not constitute any offensive magic effect, but turned into words that were difficult to read, and only felt that they were not normal human language, these words were like swimming tadpoles, and even the lines that made up the words were curving at any time, like living earthworms.

The living motifs of the text are followed end to end, spreading out in all directions with a wonderful sense of order, wandering and imprinting on the ground, walls, and ceilings, as if they were about to cover the entire underground hall. The elite wizards dressed in modern clothes and the winged knights in full armor looked like guardians, and although their expressions could not be seen clearly, their caution could be seen in the subtle changes in the details of their postures.

The words imprinted on the floor, walls, and ceiling did not stop wriggling and twisting, and when they touched the alienated parts of the flesh, they produced a corrosive sour smell and a sizzling sound, and the flesh began to rot and the words became dull. The two feel as if they are devouring each other while fighting for territory for the ground, walls, and zenith. It can be seen that the wizards who scattered these text patterns are not easy, and soon someone let out a piercing and desperate scream, and the body shrouded in the robe began to swell, and there was a black and green thick juice falling from the robe, and as soon as it stuck to the ground, it immediately turned into muddy spots, and tentacles grew out of the spots, trying to entangle the wizard, but in an instant, it was trampled by the elite wizards on the side.

One wizard after another mutated, their screams of despair no weaker than the frantic shouts and music of the ritual performers, and these crazy voices were mixed together without feeling abrupt, as if that was how things were supposed to go. However, the sorcerers' gray mist spells still occupy a part of their own territory from the entire alienated underground hall, resisting the anomalies that have already occurred with a grotesque tenacity.

I know very well that this is the ritual of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, and this ritual is indeed as I thought, and there is a strong conflict with the deviant ritual, the two seem to be incompatible, and the malice and phenomena it exudes also have a faint feeling that they cannot be mixed.