I walked past the crowd and came to the closed door of the chapel and pushed it hard. The door was closed, and there was a smell of horror in it, and I knew that most of the people inside were struggling, they were sick people, they had many mental defects, but they were not people without minds, they were also afraid, they were afraid, they were crazy, they were desperate. What is happening in the gathering place is too terrifying, and this horror is not only manifested in external phenomena and scenes, but also in the fact that it is a force that can erode the mind without a sound.

Even though I once cheered up the people inside and impersonated a priest, I didn't expect them to treat me like a savior. I can understand the closure of the door, however, that's not what I need.

"Open the door!" I say.

The people behind me began to stir, and the closing of the door was a silent rejection, and these people had come here with a sense of salvation, and they did not want to see such a rejection. However, I am not at all worried that the door will continue to be closed. This chapel is not one of those buildings that belong to one person and cannot be accessed without the permission of its owner. The concept of "chapel" is already a more open and popular concept. Besides, there is a humanoid presence inside, and the other people behind me should also be quite important to the entire sacrificial ritual.

There are too many factors that doom us to enter the chapel, no matter how it may be, an extremely complex system that controls the whole state of affairs, and the details are not mentioned for the time being, but the general direction is not mistaken.

I heard a small sound from inside, maybe it was already noisy, but when it came out, it was weakened a lot. I didn't bother with what they were thinking, but just as I was about to do something tougher, the door was pulled open from the inside. What catches your eye. It was a more religious setting than it had been before I left, and the patients who remained in this chapel were dressed in black robes, like true believers -- and my speech to them was having some effect. I'm not sure, but this effect must be positive and positive. In any case, it is also borrowed from the apocalyptic truth, but as far as the current situation is concerned, although they are flustered, they have retained a bit of sobriety after all, and their attitude is relatively more positive.

"Father Priest." The men who opened the door bowed to me, and they seemed to really think I was a priest. I don't care what kind of mentality they have, no matter what, it's better than standing back. I stuck my serrated broadsword into the steps. Hold up the diary at your waist - it is decorated like a religious classic.

"Let the people behind you in, they need to be saved!" I said it out loud.

So the people dressed like the cultists got out of the way, and some of them greeted the group of survivors who were already approaching, and although the team caused some ripples, it was quickly pressed down and entered the chapel. I was the last to enter, and after I entered, the congregants pushed hard through the door. Close it and drop the huge deadbolt.

There was a disturbance in the chapel. The old Christians and the new Survivors were divided into two distinct groups, each whispering, and the atmosphere seemed normal to me. I'm not saying they're normal at this point. It's just that in comparison, these patients before they became cultists, and these people who closed themselves in their rooms before they escaped. Instead, it seems even more abnormal.

The humanoid system is very conspicuous in this group, she is too quiet, and this quietness does not erase her sense of existence, but rather like the most maverick one. She sat alone on the first row of benches, and she was the only one in that row. She just sat like this, like a puppet out of control.

I walked over to her and sat down, sticking my serrated knife into the ground. After entering the chapel, I finally had some peace of mind, although, in theory, the safety here was only temporary, and there would be greater danger and terror here. I let the girl get off her body, and when I saw her at this time, I couldn't help but be surprised, and I understood why the villagers looked at her as if they were seeing a monster.

Although the girl's body had not been too alienated, the whole face had been completely deformed—she had lost her eyes, and her whole socket had become a dark hollow, and at this time, even her mouth had been lost, and a similar hollow had been replaced by a similar hollow. Three hollows make up her facial features, and also distort her otherwise delicate countenance. At this moment, the girl really looks like a monster.

Although the movement of the mouth could no longer be seen, the girl's voice came from the black hollow: "Brother? ”

"Don't worry." I rubbed her head and looked at the humanoid, but I met the indifferent gaze of the humanoid, and I don't know when, she had turned her head and stared at me.

"I ......" Before I could finish speaking, I was interrupted by her.

"Dear Hunter, I understand your concerns, your thoughts. You now have two options. The humanoid system said: "This child is special, her role alone can be the sum of the others." The sacrificial rite must be completed, and you, honorable hunter, in recognition of your efforts, have a choice to make—sacrifice the child, or sacrifice all of them. ”

I was silent.

I've thought that the humanoid system is here with some kind of mission, but such a blunt statement is too hasty for me. I thought it was possible for the humanoid to say such a cruel thing, but I didn't think it would be now. I can even understand why she would say such things, as if the previous friendship had been an illusion - for I did not think that she would not be an enemy just because she had not done anything superfluous all along.

In other words, the odds of becoming an enemy are actually quite large, and it is easy to understand that temporary contacts, respect, and support are only part of the overall execution process. What kind of feelings I have for her, what kind of thoughts I have, is not enough to interfere with her behavior, if she is part of the color center.

The humanoid clearly knew what I wanted, and she gave her choices, but I also knew very well that she wouldn't give more choices. Maybe there are other options, maybe not, she doesn't say. I couldn't figure it out myself. It's because I can't figure out a way to do it that I end up seeing this chapel and her staying in it as the last line of defense, isn't it?

I was silent, thinking.

For others, this choice may be equally troubled. However, driven by fear and despair, I probably won't hesitate for long. But I was very aware that once I made a decision, it would be difficult to prevent the corresponding catastrophe from happening.

Sacrificing children? Or sacrifice someone other than the child? The words of the human form prove how important and special the "children" who appear in this gathering place in the depths of the night. However, there is also a numerical advantage for everyone other than the children.

No matter which side is handed over. They were greeted with "sacrifices."

It seems that I need to be involved in this sacrificial process, so how important am I in this process? To put it simply, if I refuse to participate, what kind of blow can I inflict on the sacrificial ritual? On the other hand, if I had to, it would have been an important part of the sacrificial rites that had been chosen a long time ago. Well, whatever I do. They're all going to try to push me into the situation I'm in.

In this way, it is an inescapable fact to give up one side and make a choice of one's own will, so that the people on this side can be sacrificed.

Still, I'm racking my brains.

"Dear Hunter." The humanoid spoke again. Her voice was as flat as ever, but it was made more indifferent and cruel by the current scene, "Every minute and every second now, there is a deviation expanding, if you choose too late." Everything will fall apart, no matter who or what the idea is, there will be no possibility of completion. In the worst-case scenario, it is not impossible for everyone to turn into monsters in the depths of the night and then die like this without explanation. Sacrifice is the only way to survive the night, and there will inevitably be sacrifices for the wishes of others. ”

"There's absolutely no best of both worlds?" I asked, "Why do these people have to die?" ”

"There's absolutely no such thing as the best of both worlds." "They can not be sacrificed, it's up to you, you can not get involved, you don't make a choice, and let things unfold, but, honorable hunter, you must suffer any consequences of making a choice and not making a choice." ”

"I know, I know......" Losing his temper with the humanoid here, insulting and killing her, it doesn't make any sense. Maybe she'll fight back, maybe I can really kill her, but what do I get after that?

I had a premonition of the cruelty she said, but it was just a question of whether it was acceptable and bearable. My life has always been like this, letting others die or letting myself die, or everybody dying, and there has never been an option to be saved. I've worked hard, but there are probably people who work harder than I do, and even then, I've never heard of anyone really getting out of this cycle of despair and misfortune.

The humanoid system conveys a message: the deepest night is not facilitated by the mysterious organizations of all parties, on the contrary, the arrangements made by the mysterious organizations of all parties in order to use the power of the deepest night actually weaken the strength of the deepest night, and if the sacrifice ritual cannot be completed, then the greatest possibility is that everyone who falls into this nightmare will be alienated and will die. The sacrificial ritual itself is cruel, however, it becomes like a "trump card" at this moment.

All this information is urging me to make a decision. Once I have chosen the sacrifice, then the sacrificial rite will be fully on track, and the power of the deepest night will be consciously and purposefully used by the mystical organizations to take the lead of the war, instead of passively bearing the erosion of the deepest night as it is now.

I looked at the people who were sitting on the benches praying, and they didn't seem to hear my conversation with the humanoids. They just want to live, even if they are not mentally normal, they don't understand the true face of the world they live in, and they also want to live. I looked at the girl again, she was only one person, and the mutation made her lose her innocent countenance, and became quite terrifying, her eyes and mouth were only deep hollows, and dense tentacles grew on her back, even if she looked at each other, she could not make people feel beautiful.

"Brother...... Elder brother? The girl spoke, her voice having lost its crisp and soft beauty, and her hoarse voice was like a monster roaring in the abyss. Even such a voice of coquettishness and pleading cannot bring the slightest good feeling and emotion to the senses.

Even if the girl just sat there, it was like a cruel and malicious monster watching everyone.

However, the way this girl looks at this time reminds me of the people I have rescued who have been eroded by the Saya virus. They are also gradually alienated into monsters from their appearance to their hearts, but even so, there are still people who stick to the bottom line of being humans. The child in front of her is just an appearance that violates people's aesthetics, and her thoughts and emotions are still normal, right? I can't help but think so.

"Honorable Hunter......" The humanoid system spoke again, but I reached out to interrupt it.

"If I don't choose the option you give, and I can't come up with anything else, everyone will die?" I say.

"It's just a possibility. Maybe you can survive, honorable hunter. The humanoid system said so.

"If only I could survive, that would be a huge help." I was suddenly relieved, "But it didn't fit my plan." "Whoever goes into a nightmare dies, and conversely, whoever doesn't go into a nightmare doesn't die. The mysterious organization has invested considerable energy and manpower in this nightmare, although they do not all come with good intentions and are not all friends, but everything they do is to fight the Nazis.

Assuming they all die here, and I'm the only one who survives, it means that I need someone to deal with the Nazis -- a situation that's worse than it is now, no matter what.

Although he wanted to save the people in this gathering place as much as possible, it was impossible to really destroy the sacrificial ritual. From beginning to end, my actions are contradictory, because sensibility and reason are at odds, and even at the last moment, when I see sensibility as motivation, I still need to make rational choices in the end.

In the end, who did I help?

I want to be a hero, but I can't even talk about a "dark hero".

No, maybe I could save someone, as I did in the past, and I didn't save the number of people I expected to save, but in the end, it wasn't completely nothing.

The options are here: a child or a group of adults, a child who is beginning to alienate or a group of patients who are crazy and desperate. (To be continued......)