I don't remember the full picture of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, and although in the eyes of Dr. Nguyen Lê, I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital three days earlier for further treatment, but for me, it was as if there was never a zài. The peninsula is very large, and the scope of the psychiatric hospital, which straddles the border between the peninsula and the mainland, and the environment inside is quite complex, and at least three-fifths of the area is undeveloped natural mountain forest from the map. There are no particularly high peaks in these places, but there are quite a few mountain packs, and it is said that there are cliffs up to 10 meters high, and small rift valleys that are only 2 meters high at the narrowest point.

The humanoid "department" said that this is the "hospital". According to past experience, it is quite possible that this "hospital" corresponds to a peninsular psychiatric hospital. It's not exactly the same, but in nightmares, even if it corresponds to normal, it will often manifest itself in an unpleasant distortion. However, in terms of topography and even the general outline of the architectural pattern, they are basically similar.

However, the overall pattern of the chapels, dwellings and cemeteries that I see today does not have too strong a sense of similarity in my memory, which makes me feel that I am actually visiting this place for the first time. My deepest impression of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital is the wooden house area that I left not long ago, but it is clear that this place is not a corresponding wooden house area. On the other hand, if I can find a scene similar to a wooden house in some other place, then it can be more or less proved that the scene of this nightmare is based on the Peninsula Mental Hospital. In turn, it is possible to connect the situation here with what is happening in the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital.

I have reason to believe that if this nightmare corresponds to the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, then the people who appear here. It also corresponds to the people who have moved to mental hospitals, and what happens in this nightmare will be directly fed back to them, from the state of consciousness to their lives, behaviors, and even life and death.

I'm not surprised by this assumption, because Dr. Nguyen Le has said it many times. The seminar is developing a "paradise". One of the effects of this is that people can interfere with the conscious effects of Claudia White. If I had entered this nightmare precisely because I had taken the medicine of the seminar, and this drug had indeed applied some of the results of the research of Paradise, then it would not be an exaggeration to regard the current situation as the success of Paradise.

In the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. I am probably not the only one who has taken similar drugs, but these people are probably unable to cope with this nightmare, and they are in a lot of trouble, which leads to an accelerated mental breakdown. As far as I can see so far, the depression, grotesqueness, and despair of the nightmare that make me even more certain that it would be someone who had taken the seminar drugs. will all go into this nightmare, then. In the end, the symposium was presented with a picture that was by no means a success - the patients who took the medicine were more painful, more manic and more fragile than in the past.

However, this drug was not a complete failure in terms of the original intention of the symposium to study "paradise", because. It does bring people into a state of consciousness, but simply because it's too unfriendly to the patient.

If the people here really correspond to the state of the patients in the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, then. The deterioration and mutation here, and the damage caused to the people here, must have a relatively real feedback.

I don't think I can just let that go unnoticed. If I am not useless in this script, but must have some kind of mission and responsibility in this plot in which I am - although I do not know what it will be and what responsibility it will be, I would like to believe that I am here to save.

Even if the present salvation is bound to fail, or if it succeeds, it will be the cause of another tragedy in the near future, I cannot think that the present salvation is meaningless or wrong—I tell myself that after leaving the grave, I will climb from another fork in the road to the top of the mountain.

It is a stone road that has fallen into disrepair, and most of the stone steps and platforms have cracked and are overgrown with weeds. In the gloomy weather, the thick shadows seemed to flow, and from time to time there were faint sounds from the bushes on both sides and in the depths of the trees, which were definitely not human voices, nor were they the sounds of familiar mountain animals. This qiē makes people feel depressed and frightened, but, in my opinion, it is completely the same, whether there is a real enemy or not, this distorted and gloomy division, and the exaggerated and grotesque scenes, it is impossible to make my mood fluctuate in the slightest.

With the same caution as ever, I unfolded the greatly weakened chain of judgments, observing the situation around me, and I had an indescribable feeling. The information captured by the interlocking state at this point, and the way it is presented in my perception, is more in line with the term "talent". In the past apocalyptic illusions, the chain of judgments that showed greater power with increased loads made me wonder from time to time whether it was still just a "talent" and not a "mystery".

Chain judgment is talent, speed sweep is super power, and both are the power brought about by the transformation of the magic pattern. This perception was formed from the apocalyptic illusions of the past, and in the past, there was a clear difference between talent and superpower, and the intensity of the display of ability. It's just that, as the battle becomes more intense, the strangeness and mystery of the enemy become more and more crazy, and the difference between this talent and super power has been weakened to the point that it can almost be ignored. And I'm used to it, and in general, I don't distinguish between the two.

Now that I think about it, it may be a strong proof that I have been "eroded".

In the past apocalyptic fantasy, the meaning of "talent" is "the limit of human ability", and the meaning of "superpower" is "beyond the limit of human ability". Crossing this boundary, isn't the blurring of talent and superpower exactly what can be seen as the transformation of "human" into "non-human"?

And now, the imprint left by the old Hawke on me, so that the chain judgment of this talent, once again becomes the appearance of talent, showing an extremely keen, but still human sense, does it mean that this imprint has brought me back to the category of "human" again, and before that, in fact, I no longer belong to the category of "human"?

If I'm corrupted. That must have been caused by the "virus" and the "river". And this imprint on a certain degree of dù, inhibiting erosion, and even returning to the state of erosion is not so strict, I can't help but have a special feeling - what is the more realistic thing corresponding to Old Hawke and this brand? And this thing. Does it also have an effect on the "virus"?

Imagine further, is it possible that it is an effective drug against the "virus"? If we think about it at this level, then the situation of Old Hawke and the brand will inevitably involve the reality of the hospital - but such an idea is too jumpy.

Of course, it is also possible that only the drug that is effective against "Claudia White". After all, the medicine I took was the embodiment of the results of the seminar's development of "paradise", and the nature of "paradise" and the expectations of the seminar should also be reflected in the medicine I took. From this point of view, it can also explain why this brand came to me in the form of "Old Hawke's Inheritance".

At all costs. The return to "normal" of the chain decision did not make me feel it. It's just an illusion. The imprint on my forehead suppressed the power of the magic pattern, allowing me to store it in this nightmare in a posture closer to that of a normal person.

In the short time I woke up, I encountered a lot of information hidden in the situation. But. As in the past, this information cannot be fully deciphered, and as a human being, I am limited to the limits of human beings, whether it is vision, thinking, or imagination.

I thought so. The angle of inclination of the steps began to increase, and the last step leading to the top of the mountain bag, the height of each step was half a meter high, and the area of the steps was also very wide, plus the thicker stone pillars on both sides, and the rough statues, all gave people the feeling that these steps were not built for normal humans, and that there was something much bigger than human beings, and they once walked on this step.

Today, there is a dilapidated scene everywhere, invaded by weeds and shrubs, and many of the crumbling stones have been weathered. The pillars and statues are not all intact, not only are they incomplete, but they are also deliberately piled together, giving people a feeling of bloated and swollen.

The sound, in this place, echoed more strongly and sharply, and as the wind passed through it, it became more bitter.

I pressed the hilt of the knife and stepped onto the top platform, the top of the mountain bag, which turned out to be a prototype altar. I'm sure it's a sacrificial place, and standing on this relatively high vantage point, you can see the view below, and you feel like you're closer to the sky. And this feeling is a very distinctive feature in many sacrificial rituals in the occult.

Sky, Earth, Sea, Eyes...... The meaning of these names, in the occult, often goes beyond its original definition and is imbued with a kind of human malice and cruelty. Yes, the meaning that these names extend in the occult is, for the most part, definitely not positive. It may carry with it a certain expectation, but to study that expectation, one will notice the cruel reality behind it and some very immoral notions. Therefore, I have always felt that once these names appear in a mysterious event, then it must be full of malice, full of terrible viciousness, the source, essence and embodiment of a calamity.

The altar at the top of this hill is full of the flavor of "wishing for the sky" and "condescending", and the patterns around it and the main core are more or less mixed with the pattern of "eyes", and some wave-like curves are reminiscent of the ocean. This qiē, the association it brought to people at the first time, has already explained the abnormality and importance of this altar.

Although it was the first time I had entered this nightmare, I could feel a thick history and a bloody past unfolding in the area where I was at this time. For the first time in the smell of decay, I distinctly smelled blood, as well as some distinctly abnormal smells. I took my crossbow in my hand and cautiously came to the edge of the altar, near the direction of the chapel.

On the right-hand side, you can see the tomb surrounded by mist, and I call it the "Tomb of Takakawa" because the name on the tombstone is "Takagawa", while on the left-hand side is the place where the chapel and private houses are located. Farther away, there is a towering, more iconic building, but in this gloomy sky and misty gray fog, it is impossible to see its full appearance. However, this is enough to prove that it is not where I am that there are traces left by humans.

In my mind, I drew a floor plan of the tomb of Takakawa. The residential area and the hilltop altar, as well as the road connecting the three, combine like a seed that has just sprouted.

Of course, I believe, this also has a moral meaning.

It's a place where it begins, but it's also possible that something will end up. I can't help but think so. That's when it happened. A bad wind came from behind, and I had been prepared for a long time to roll backwards. Whistling swept over, and in the tumbling vision, a pair of huge tangled feet appeared, obviously not human feet, because they were reversed joints. The shape of the soles of the feet is actually more like the palms of the hands.

When I staggered by, I pulled my sword out of its sheath. Slash hard at the ankle. Its skin and bones are hard, and the blade cannot cut through the skin and muscles, and when the skin and muscles are cut, the feeling of reaching the hands is also very uncomfortable, as if there is a force. Chewing vigorously on the metal blade.

I had a gut instinct to do a quick sweep and jump backwards in an instant. I saw that the wound on the ankle was not spurting blood. Rather, it was something like ashes, and they conjured up many faces of pain and wailing in mid-air. I dare say it's not a comfortable thing to touch them. And these "ashes" spewed out as "blood" made me think of the face of black smoke for the first time.

The research of the seminar, with the intervention of people from the 51st district? I think so. I don't think there's anything strange about this conclusion. The components of the seminar are already NOG and Doomsday Shinrikyo, and it would be nothing if there was one more Fifty-One District.

The weirdness that sneaked up on me, three times taller than me, except for the shape of my hands and feet. It can make contact with humans, and other parts cannot be reminiscent of humans. Its feet are anti-jointed, its thighs and muscles have rotted and long hair, its upper body is rickety, its swollen abdomen, its collapsed chest, and it is completely indistinguishable from a human form, and its head is completely like some kind of animal, but it is impossible to identify what kind of animal it is. Only the hand part, which is the most similar to human, is also five fingers, which can be grasped with fists. It grabbed two axes, the bottom of which was chained together, and when it swung it, it used centrifugal force to drive the other axe directly and struck hard at where I stood.

It was surprising that sparks erupted from the floor of the altar, and that the stone surface did not shatter. Strange power, definitely not fake.

It's just that the power of chain judgment and quick sweep is suppressed, but it is enough for me to determine its movement and direction without using my eyes, and calmly dodge it within the range of the altar.

By the time it started for the second time, I had lowered my body, sprinted and slid to its left ribs, holding the long knife in both hands, and slashed at its waist and abdomen. The spine blocked the blade, and it didn't matter, it was already staggering, and I turned behind it, sliced the back of its neck with my backhand, and slashed its head off with a single blow.

The stout, corrupt body fell to the ground, turning to ashes in an instant.

At the same time, there was a burning pain in the inside of my right wrist, and a force ran down the magic lines, irritating every nerve. It's a familiar feeling, and it's even nostalgic. My blood was boiling, and I stretched out my right hand, and the ashes were crumpled into a ball out of thin air by a force, and suddenly sucked into the magic pattern.

I turned over my palm, and a hard stone appeared in the palm of my hand, which was obviously a "gray stone".

The appearance of this monster when it died, and the appearance of being absorbed by the demon pattern, is simply the same as dealing with the demon in the past apocalyptic illusion.

I don't think it's just an accident. But it is impossible to say what kind of secret is between the two.

I didn't have time to think about it, maybe it was the battle on this side that caused a chain reaction, and I heard the sound of collision on the steps behind me. It was a rhythmic sound, accompanied by footsteps, like there were a lot of things climbing all the way up.

I raised my crossbow and aimed in that direction.

When I came over, although it was gloomy, there were no traces of these weirdness. So, are these weirdness just generated? Is it because I am standing on this altar that I am here? Although there is no clear evidence, I can't help but think about it.

The strange ones that appeared one after another crowded the steps, but they were not in order, they collided with each other, and the movements were obviously more agile, but they were trapped in the middle and could not be used, and they looked very irritable. Some of them look like beasts, some have human shapes, but more of them are somewhere in between, and even, the soft and fat appearance, like pus, can't tell what it is.

Based on past experience, I once guessed that the weirdness here was probably the sick and painful side of the corresponding patients. To put it simply, it should be okay to think of the weirdness here as a human being in a peninsula mental hospital. It's just that the weirdness in front of me is just that some of them still maintain their human form, and those who have completely lost their human form make me feel very depressed. I can't bear to imagine what kind of state these inhuman weirdness would be like if there was a corresponding person, then these inhuman weirdness would be corresponding to human beings.

On the premise of hypothetical that this is the nightmare of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. I think that killing these weirdos will definitely have a great impact on the corresponding person. However, I'm not sure if it's a good influence or a bad one.

One thing is clear, though, if I don't kill the weirdos in front of me, they won't let me go, and by extension, the people in the neighborhood. Their form is clearly hostile and antithetical to the one in the residential area. And these weirdness are also things that were driven out of hunting by Old Hall. Old Hall may have protected this place from them in the past, until even he himself encountered some vicious situation and gave up in despair.

This is no longer a question of letting go or not, and it is impossible to sit back until it is uncertain what the sequelae will be. I didn't hesitate, and even fired crossbow arrows as soon as the weirdos stepped onto the altar. The impact of the crossbow arrow was greater than expected, almost equivalent to a powerful firearm, and the strange body that was shot was a beating, and the relatively light physique was immediately pushed down in the strange group behind him.

The weirdos who were huddled together because of geographical restrictions suddenly ushered in a commotion, and the internal chaos made them start to hurt each other. With each pain, there was a roar and a scream, and what flowed from their wounds was ash similar to the one before, and some were obviously liquid, "blood" or "pus", dark red, dark green, blue, black, all of which were rather viscous, dirty, and cold colors.

In the air, the smell of corruption and blood was even stronger.

Using the hand crossbow, I realized that it didn't need arrows, but "gray stone" as a source of power. The greystone embedded in its handle quickly turned pale and then shattered into powder, at which point I pressed the greystone back into the hole to activate the attack again.

Perhaps, the long knife in my hand will become more powerful after being inlaid with gray stone? Such a thought came to mind, but immediately, the pattern on my forehead stinged and reminded me of Old Hall's admonition and ridicule.

I see, every time you use the power of the magic pattern, will it have an impact on the blockade of the brand? So, once I overuse the Pattern and the Greystone, the brand will be broken, and I will return to the strength of the previous Pattern Emissary. Is the Demonic Emissary the embodiment of forbidden power to Old Hawke?

Guessing this in my heart, I put away my crossbow, shook off the fishing line hook at the arm, and instantly tied up the agile weird at the target, dragged it to my feet, and directly slashed it in half. Its body is obviously not as hard as the tall and strong guy before.

Two successful attacks allowed me to gradually figure out the strength of these weird attacks. Although the power is limited, it is not something difficult to deal with. At least, in terms of the difficulty of the battle, it was much easier than when I faced that canine demon for the first time when I was talking about the toilet monster.

I flicked my arm, retracted the hook rope, and the next moment, launched a swift sweep, swinging my knife at the weird that had been locked right in front of me. (To be continued......)