The bonfire, which is constantly infused with "Takakawa", gives a feeling of getting heavier and heavier. I looked up at the Blood Moon, and the nightmare Las Vegas seemed to be about to fall off the surface of the moon. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a roar, but I was pretty sure it wasn't the sound of common sense. It carries a huge message that seems to fill it with emotion. Immediately afterward, there was a feeling of imminent movement from the side of the blood moon, and it was impossible to see the actual phenomenon, as if it was a momentary illusion, but the rivet and the others who stayed on the other side also tensed their bodies. They had been in a state of imminent battle, and their attention was very concentrated, and now it was more like they were shrinking and condensing this state again.

They also began to look up, and the only one who did nothing was Marceau. Marceau was like an empty shell, just standing in the crowd, and even when I looked over, she didn't move. I don't know what kind of state she is, I'm a little worried, but I should be more worried about myself, Marceau is not only Marceau in this repeater world, she is also Marceau in the apocalyptic fantasy, the two have long been combined in a way I don't understand, I guess it's the role of a personality preservation device or a mental integration device, but I can't confirm what the specific situation is.

Marceau already has more power than me in her normal state in this apocalyptic illusion, she can protect herself, and her state at this time is not a bad thing in my thoughts. Even though she's on the side of the netball, I also think it's been a good result for her.

No matter what Marceau wanted to do, or what she did, even if it was to bankrupt my plan, I never blamed her in the bottom of my heart. I'm just worried about her and hope she can live better. Only, in a post-apocalyptic fantasy. What's the best? Everything was terrible.

My attention turned back to the Blood Moon. The massive sphere was expanding, giving the illusion that it was decreasing in height, and it seemed heavier and heavier, as if it was about to lose its weight in the air. When you look up at it, you feel as if the moon is falling, and it will hit you wherever you are at any moment. I've seen a lot of big scenes. However, the scene in front of me still exudes a terrifying sense of oppression, and I want to flee this place immediately.

This sense of oppression is extremely abnormal, it is not as simple as the psychological pressure brought by the scene in front of me, this power that goes deep into the heart is a kind of "mystery", because if it is a normal situation, even if it is really the moon falling down, I will not be moved at all. I felt like I heard my heart beating. It wasn't my own heartbeat, but the earth and sky that pervaded the whole night, still tugging at my heart, beating at the same frequency.

I can't help but think of the changing chapel in the gathering place, and the place at that time also reminds people of the heart. In the "mysterious" world, there is no such thing as an isolated mystery. Even if it felt like an accidental incident at the time, in the future encounter. I often feel that there is a vague connection to an event in the past. If you can look closely at the details of each mysterious event, you can often connect it with other mysterious events, presenting a deeper and more terrifying possibility.

The change of the gathering place is definitely not isolated, the change of the chapel. At the time, it was elusive, but now it is as if a veil has been lifted, allowing people to see the connection behind it.

"It's time to start!" The man on the other side of the rivet shouted, I don't know. Who exactly is he calling to, but it is clear that a mystical expert of his caliber will never be untargeted.

The gray mist that permeated the mountains and forests diverted aimlessly, and the desperate and frantic wind pushed them towards the same center, and from the top of the mountain, it looked like a large river suspended in mid-air, forming countless tributaries, which, regardless of their source, would eventually converge in the same place—the gathering place that had been covered by fire, and at this moment, I realized that from this height, the burning gathering place itself was like a great bonfire.

The phosphorus fires everywhere began to disintegrate, and the "Takakawa" that burned and alienated in the phosphorus fire also collapsed one by one along with the disintegration of the phosphorus fire. They seem to be made up of tiny particles, and when they lose their cohesive power, they crumble like loose sand when blown by a desperate and crazy wind. The collapse was so rapid, in a few breaths, the "Takakawa" who were lining up from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain had lost their form and quickly disappeared in front of them, as if the huge team before was nothing but an illusion.

The weirdness is disappearing, the phosphorus fire is disappearing, the mountains and forests seem to have been scraped away, leaving only a bare and lifeless wilderness, and the gathering place that burns in the wilderness like a campfire, and then the mountain we are on. Even the mountain peaks have also lost a lot of rocks in this collapse, and only steep cliffs are left on all sides.

The landscape has been completely transformed.

And this unbelievably grand change was accomplished in a few breaths. It was only such a terrible change that made me realize more clearly that the place I was in was a nightmare. Even if I feel like I am flesh and blood, and there are many details that are physical and physical, it is still a nightmare.

The feeling of imminent movement from the sky, from the blood moon, was now becoming clearer and clearer.

The wind got stronger, and I even needed to grab the serrated broadsword, and I didn't feel like I was going to be blown away at any moment. Most of the mysterious experts on the opposite side also grabbed foreign objects to stabilize their bodies, and they also looked quite embarrassed.

The five "bonfires" on the altar at the top of the mountain echoed with the "bonfires" formed by the burning of the gathering place at the foot of the mountain, and I began to feel that I was not standing on the top of the mountain, but on a huge unidentified body. It was as big as a mountain, no, it should be said, the whole mountain was like an eggshell that gave birth to it, a tomb that once buried it, and at this moment, it is awakening.

Everything in front of me seems to be the old passing, the new is coming, and it seems that what has existed has been erased, and what existed a long time ago is awakening.

I suddenly understood that this was "liberation". When the deepest night began, it was actually everything in this nightmare. They are already surrounded by and deeply affected by the mystery of this "liberation", and the mysterious organizations of all parties plan to use this power to complete their plans. Their actions are not to steal, but to guide. It is to accelerate, to accelerate the arrival of "liberation" by the most drastic means, and then-

A large number of gray fog portals appeared in the sky, and the whirlpools devoured the gray fog and ashes in large gulps, and then spat out one after another Doomsday Shinrikyo wizards. In the blink of an eye, the number of wizards has grown from nothing, from less to more. It's completely more than I've guessed the total number of people left in the nightmare.

The lowest estimate is also more than a hundred. Shinrikyo of Doom has finally opened its first card, and before that, Area 51 had been like their voice, and now, they are finally speaking on their own.

The atmosphere at the top of the mountain has become very solemn, and I am no longer the object of everyone's fear. The powerful debut force of the Doomsday Shinrikyo is the focus of attention.

I took a deep breath and braved the mountain wind of the hunt. He drew his serrated broadsword from the ground and raised his shield again.

The blood moon was already so large that it took up a fifth of the sky as far as the eye could see, and the panorama of Nightmare Las Vegas had never been clearer, and the city's smoky faces were densely packed through the streets and alleys, giving a sense of restlessness. Their aggregation and operation are like turning streets and alleys into veins, and collectivized black smoke faces into symbols, and finally form a complex and inherently regular giant matrix, which is agitated by the black smoke face, one of the important components. It gives the feeling of being on the verge of running at the limit.

I sensed that the situation seemed to have reached a tipping point.

There was still no one to attack the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult, and these wizards seemed to be defenseless against the people on the top of the mountain, and suddenly they flew into a staggered flight with each other. They are like butterflies wearing flowers, in a strange coordination, with their own movement trajectory, interwoven into another three-dimensional complex pattern.

The pattern is imperceptible to the naked eye, but if you can trace their movements, you can understand what it is.

What these guys are doing is very similar in nature to what the Black Smoke Face of Nightmare Las Vegas is doing - they're building a huge, three-dimensional magic array.

And at the moment when this magic array was formed, the pillar of light that suddenly projected from the blood moon penetrated through the center of the Nightmare Las Vegas City Magic Array and the Wizard's Three-dimensional Magic Array, and sank into the mountaintop altar.

Then, I looked, a two-legged, two-legged, two-legged, upright monster figure emerging from the surface of the blood moon. As soon as it appeared, it quickly detached from the surface of the Blood Moon, giving people a more three-dimensional, flesh-and-blood substance.

The monster that Nightmare Las Vegas has been hiding for a long time has finally appeared.

It spread its hands as if to embrace the whole night, and slowly slipped through the air. Its size is so large that it is the height of a skyscraper.

I heard the singing, I heard the chanting, I didn't know what it meant, but I could feel it, as if the whole nightmare was singing its praises, praising it, welcoming it. Its overall silhouette gives a sense of sacredness, but if you look closely, the details of its body give people a sense of extreme disgust, and they feel that it is extremely ugly. Not only is it ugly, but it also expresses something extremely negative, and just staring at it, you feel like you're going crazy, you want to vent, you want to destroy everything, whether it's this monster or your own person. It seems that only by annihilating the traces of its existence, and leaving nothing that can prove its existence, including oneself, can one be liberated.

The malice of destroying everything, and then destroying myself, swelled in my heart. I know very well that it is not my will, but I can't stop it. My grip on the shield and the serrated broadsword trembled, as trembling as I did the other mystical experts and wizards who had stopped flying.

If this is fear, it should be true.

The only ones who don't seem to be affected are Marceau and Novsky, two monsters closely associated with repeaters.

The monsters that descended from the sky, like demons and gods, felt even stronger than when they were suppressed by Novsky a while ago. Even when facing the repeater Marceau, the child of destiny, and the giant Saya, there is no such sense of fear, if you want to compare, except for the "river" under the abyss of the soul, it is the monster hidden in the depths of the collective subconscious that was found by the Doomsday Shinrikyo at the beginning of this huge battle plan to invade the Las Vegas repeater.

No, the fear and pressure of facing this monster descending from the moon is still faintly less than the fear and pressure felt when facing the monster in the depths of the collective human subconscious. However, even if there is a gap, it cannot stop the trembling of hands and feet.

Why is this monster more influential than Marceau and Novsky? I guess it's probably because this is its home turf.

Yes, this monster hidden in the depths of nightmare Las Vegas was deliberately bred in this world of repeaters, and it was awakened in advance by the liberating power of the deepest night.

"Even in a stunted state, there is such a momentum, and I feel more and more that this plan is the right one." The rivet suddenly said: "If it is allowed to be conceived according to the steps of the Nazis, we will all die in this repeater, and there will be no way to live." ”

"So, what should we call this monster before we go to war?" A mysterious expert asked.

"Luna." Father Edward, who had been silent, had a strange expression, "I didn't expect the Nazis to really finish this thing." ”

"You know this thing?" The mysterious expert on the side couldn't help but look at the past.

It seems to me that Father Edward's natural position, like mine, is against everyone. The eyes of others looking at him were more or less scrutinizing and cautious. Father Edward was a member of the Doomsday Shinrikyo before he became an independent occultist, and even now, even after breaking away from the Doomsday Shinriputism, he still considers himself a member of the Doomsday Shinrikyo. Like his disciple, Father Sissen, it was only the difference in the concept of "doomsday truth" that led to the final parting of ways.

Yet, he still believes, understands, and follows the apocalyptic truth he has found.

"It's a shame." Father Edward sighed and said in a tone of subtlety: "This is something that existed in the records of the Doomsday Shinrikyo a long time ago. The Doomsday Shinrikyo at that time was completely different from the Doomsday Shinrikyo today, and the records were too detailed to be handed down. So, all I know is that it's called the Moon God, the navigator of the end times, and once had the opportunity to destroy the world, but unfortunately, for some reason, it was banished. ”

"That is, it was not the Nazis who made it, but the Nazis who found it?" The rivet frowned. (To be continued......)