The interior of the night of the Valpurgis "Sha" is different from all the nights of the Valpurgis that Takagawa has experienced in the past, and it is impossible to say how many places are different and what kind of differences there are for three days and three nights, but the gap between the style of the ruins of the ruling bureau and the style of normal human society can be roughly compared. The color that Takagawa sees most here is silver-gray, and the luster that he sees the most is the dark color of matte, and even if there is light, it tends to be cold. However, it is not necessarily dark to say that it is gloomy, but there is a depression and loneliness that people can't help but huddle together, and it also makes people feel that compared to this depression and loneliness, the outside world is a kind of bad that makes people unable to live - hiding in this space to huddle together for warmth is the only best choice to spend a long day.

Everything here, the sound of the machinery, the lights of the instruments, the whizzing through the pipes, and the faint sounds of conversation coming from the places where they are not visible, can give one some sense of security. Even so, if you don't take the right route, you probably won't see a second person within your reach even if you wander around for a day—you can realize from the sounds, smells, and other senses that there are other people here besides yourself, but there seems to be some strange force inside this night of Valpurgis that passively prevents people from meeting each other.

The explanation given by Sha is not understood by many people, except that such a force, such a function, is nothing more than its own natural reaction—just as the human internal organs work on their own, without the need for subjective consciousness. Conversely, consciously interfering with the workings of this natural harmony is not entirely beneficial. Therefore, if it is not necessary, "Sha" will naturally not interfere with all kinds of abnormalities within himself, because these strange states in the eyes of others are the most harmonious and beneficial states of "Sha" itself.

I think that when Sha became the night of Valpurgis, the inside of Sha had already changed the way she wanted it, and from the beginning, she didn't think about letting normal humans live inside of her. Although this internal environment can be inhabited, it is more like a cold weapon of Gnaku, and if it is a security guard that relies entirely on mechanical logic to operate, of course he will not complain about the environment he lives in. This cold depression also has a huge space for a sense of security, which may be more in line with the preferences of those who are more rational than emotional.

In fact, the lights only light up within the range that they can see, and the prosthetic Takagawa has the idea that maybe in a place beyond his field of vision, it is pitch black, and the most natural state of operation here does not need to "see clearly" at all. He heard a familiar voice intermittently, but he couldn't hear what the other party was talking about, and he couldn't tell who the talker was from the sound, so he could only say that it was a "familiar" voice. Immediately, a shrill sound like steam rushing out of a thin pipe drowned out all other sounds, and Takakawa felt the "ground" under his feet begin to slide, and he was not surprised, although he didn't understand what was going on, but the floor under his feet was indeed moving quickly in a certain direction, and he didn't think it was some kind of mistake or trap.

The prosthetic Takagawa was taken into the darkness and passed through a bright pipe. Outside the transparent pipe wall are rows of huge mechanical mountains, the shortest of which is hundreds of meters high, similar to the eight-legged crawling creatures of the ruling bureau construction machines seen in the past, are passing through different mechanical mountains, spinning silk and wiring, weaving a messy and decadent, but attractive beauty, which can make people feel the strong sense of order contained in this beauty. The "floor" led him through the layers, each of which clearly had its own unique function, and the mass of deformed human-like security guards were like hard-working worker ants, completely ignoring the planned route, walking, sliding, and jumping on every plane and three-dimensional piece they could set foot on.

Although it was only the night of the newborn Valpurgis, the vibrant scene inside Sha made it clear that it was growing, becoming larger and more deadly, as if a large piece had been cut out of the vast data hedge space of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau. If it were a slightly more normal war—without such a terrible thing as repeaters—it would be hard to imagine Sha being defeated.

However, this war has surpassed any individual and collective imagination from the level that can be observed, and it is even more at the level of the unobservable, which makes people feel a sense of suffocation - the degree and level of the battle they participated in are not decisive, and even so, it is already fatal for themselves, so if they die in the battle they participate in, how small is the weight of this death.

If given a choice, of course everyone will try to make their "portions" a little heavier.

Prosthetic Takakawa examined and thought silently, he had to correct those emotions, thinking directions and ideas that had become negative and deformed in the huge impact again and again, especially on some of the most essential philosophical issues for people, if he did not carefully sort out, answer, resist, and adjust, then he would fall into a predicament that made it difficult for him to exist because of the change of personality and the collapse of concepts, especially in the recognition of self.

These mental, mental, emotional, and ideological work is not enough to do once or twice, as long as you are in this battlefield, you are suffering from the distortion that seems to be born in your own mind almost every minute and every second. The more time dragged on, the more intense and in-depth this situation became, and Takakawa felt that in the end, even if he defeated the enemy, his side would probably be full of self-collapsed madmen.

This premonition made him even more suspicious of the "victory" of this war, for himself, the premise of "victory" may be to bet on this apocalyptic illusion, and for others, what can be considered "victory"? Ninety-nine percent of humanity is now mentally dead, only the huge subconscious structures are still functioning, and almost all of the survivors have come to the ruins of the Ruling Bureau to make a final struggle, and these survivors will not all survive this war.

If you think about it a little more realistically, if the survivors are not completely wiped out, they will die 99% again, such a result is not a "victory" at all, and this conclusion must also exist in the cognition of these survivors - in this case, what kind of mood did they have to rush to this final war?

Takakawa only dares to consider these issues with a rational mind, because if he empathizes, it will definitely be even more painful. But how useful can people make if they face this war with a determination to die? The will of human beings cannot be fully embodied in the process of merely seeking death, and what awaits them must be only deeper madness and despair.

If...... You can give them some promises, and you can give them some hope from the perspective of their cognition, even if it's just a lie......

Takakawa, who has never used lies to instigate others, couldn't help but have such thoughts. In the next second, he realized that if it was just a lie, it was not powerful enough, even the Doomsday Shinrikyo had never lied to the believers, and it was precisely because they were explaining a cruel but inevitable process that they had convincing power. The rituals they perform, the doomsday in their mouths, and the creeds in their hearts, although they are anti-human, anti-social, and anti-moral, in this apocalyptic fantasy, they are all the more real objective facts that are not subject to human will. So, they are both terrifying and powerful.

"Floor" has stopped before he knows it while Takakawa is thinking. Prosthetic Takagawa woke up from his trance, and saw a metal structure door in front of him open on its own, and the bustling crowd and noisy sounds turned into a wave of warm air gushing out, embracing his spirit and heart, making him also have the illusion of returning to the world.

The hall could not be seen upwards, but there was not much sense of openness, and a light mark tore the blue-black above the head, showing a slight arc, making people feel that all the light in the hall was shining down from that side. The light in the hall is not bright, and all the light sources have been adjusted to a faint warm color, which has a completely different atmosphere from the cold, depressed and cold outside. Prosthetic Takakawa's retinal screen readjusted the light sensitivity, and immediately scanned all the people present, comparing the database in the brain and hardware - as he thought, there were no strangers here, although they were not familiar, but they had all heard of at least once or twice met, and they were all surviving elites everywhere. The largest number of people are, of course, the staff belonging to Cyberball, including the Magical Girl Crusader and a group of people who originally stayed inside the London Repeater.

Takakawa was also not informed, and did not know what adjustments were being made inside the London repeater, which freed up all the personnel. The number of survivors is a little more than Yoshita Takakawa has estimated several times in the past, but it is a drop in the bucket on the battlefield now. There had been several tragic battles that made Takagawa feel that no more people should have survived, however, the total number of people in front of him proved that his own assessment of the situation was not entirely correct.

Even so, among these personnel, Prosthetic Takakawa still did not feel the slightest possibility of reversing the situation. The cyberball has fallen behind in this war, but only for Dorothy's plan, Prosthetic Takakawa feels that it is still smooth. Prosthetic Takakawa always felt that in a sense, as long as the requirements of the plan were achieved, even if the doomsday illusion collapsed this time, it would not make Dorothy and her sisters feel the slightest waver and pity. They examine the relationship between the apocalyptic illusion and the reality of the hospital from a special perspective and from a height that ordinary people cannot experience, instead of people in the apocalyptic illusion, who always regard this apocalyptic illusion as the only reality.

Prosthetic Takakawa has long realized that in order to complete the plan of himself and others, it may already be necessary to sit on the end of the world. However, when he really reached this point, seeing that the originally prosperous network ball and the originally vigorous human beings were only left with dozens or hundreds of people in front of him, he couldn't help but have some strong and heavy emotions. Then, the brain hardware begins to remove these emotions.

Prosthetic Takakawa already had a premonition that in the next battle, ninety-nine percent of these people had no chance to continue to live. Attacking a Nazi base camp was never something to be taken lightly, and no one knew how "death" would befall in such a battle, and it was not certain whether the outcome of "death" would be as common sense. What everyone here has to deal with is a repeater that can mobilize and influence the collective subconscious of human beings, even if you have a repeater, it can't reduce the weirdness of the enemy - it's like throwing two nuclear bombs at each other, can your own nuclear bombs still weaken the destructive power of the opponent's nuclear bombs?

It has been said in the past that anything can happen on the battlefield. This is even more true today on this battlefield of extraordinary knowledge. When the prosthetic Takakawa heard the survivors, the last of the human warriors were talking and laughing peacefully, he felt as if his heart and breath were blocked by something.

"The general offensive plan has been done many times." He heard someone say, "Every time, when I felt that I was about to leave, I was rejected, saying that it was going to be revised...... The situation is changing so fast that no one knows what will happen in the next second, and it is impossible to make a comprehensive plan. I'm not saying that you should plan less, it's just that if you have to put your plan back in the furnace every time you make a change, it's better to start with a rough plan. ”

"And then? Give you a target and you'll be able to attack it? Can you really beat it down? The person next to him seemed to laugh, but he said it without malicious intent.

"At least not every time you wake up, you're told you have to stop." The man said helplessly, "I'm afraid that if I come again, I won't have the courage to rush up again." ”

"If you don't get it, someone will always get it." Another said blandly: "The reason why we survived was because we felt that we should choose our own place to die...... I guess I'm not alone. ”

"Don't say these depressing words, maybe you won't die, there will always be a chance." The older man blocked the conversation and said, "I've heard that there are at least a thousand people inside the London Repeater and the Three Immortals Island combined?" I don't know what kind of state they are in. You cyberball people, shouldn't there be so few? What about the others? Are you still in the facility? ”