The gathering place was covered with a thick layer of ash, and the ashes of sparks burning on the roads, rooftops, and trees seemed to ignite it, but instead of burning completely, a small flame would be extinguished by the ashes swept up by the wind, and rekindled, and so on. There are strange everywhere, and some of the strange corpses have not yet been completely reduced to ashes, and fierce battles are fought in the shadows, but they are rarely exposed to direct gaze. In today's gathering places, there are very few things that can be called "people". The mad hunter hunts the crazy weird, but it's not out of duty, or to show off his strength, etc.**, but just driven by a crazy and desperate mood. Even if their bodies have not yet been alienated, their hearts can already be regarded as no different from weirdness.

I walked widely through the streets, surrounded by buildings collapsing and revealing strange figures, followed by a sharp whistling. Sometimes the Weird is knocked away, and sometimes the Crazy Hunter is knocked away, but the former has more chances. In the observation of chain judgments, the number of Crazy Hunters is far less than that of Weird, however, the difference in strength on the individual is also very obvious. However, the crazy ones only looked at each other, only I was isolated, and even if they would fall in front of me, their eyes never stayed with me.

The strange sight of them getting up and roaring at the other enemies made me suddenly realize that I had become a bystander. It is useless to meddle in the war situation, and there is no means to restore them to normal, and it is an indisputable fact that the gathering place will self-destruct in such a frenzy - no, the only thing that is still intact except for me is the chapel.

However, the exterior of the chapel has not changed though. It didn't burn either, as if all the fighting had been taken away from where it was under the control of an invisible hand, but the alienation inside the chapel was happening right under my nose.

The two people in the chapel cannot be strictly defined as "human". The humanoid system is part of the color center, and the details of that girl have not been figured out so far.

I'm the only one left. I don't want to think so, though. However, deep down there is a voice saying this.

I don't have any nostalgia for this gathering place, because all my bonds here have disappeared by this point. The sacrificial ritual destroyed what I wanted to protect, but I could not resentfully it at all, only the pain and sorrow of it. Grief not only for this powerless self, but also for others who have to guide this sacrificial ritual.

Maybe. They don't feel sad, they feel that everything is planned according to their own ideas, so, even if there is sacrifice, but for a great mission, or for the pursuit of truth, so. Even if it caused such a terrible scene in front of him, even if it was a last resort. It's something that has to be done.

Yes, I think, among those people, there are also people who do not feel that their actions are "righteous", but, at least, they will think. This is something that "you must do and carry yourself". I don't have any position to blame them, and in the past, when someone said, "It's not my fault, it's the world's fault," I always felt that the other side was overdoing it. It is a manifestation of shirking responsibility, a manifestation of immaturity and fragility in my heart, but when I look at the apocalyptic illusion, the choices made by the people in it are pushing the process of the apocalypse in desperation, and I deeply feel how correct, sad, and terrible the answer is that "everything is the fault of the world".

If people make mistakes, they may still have the opportunity to correct them, but if the "world" makes mistakes, people do not even have the opportunity to make amends, and they can only bear the bitter consequences that they do not want to and should not bear.

When you ridicule others for their belief that "everything is the fault of the world", they must have pinned on the vision that they do not want the world to be wrong.

But here, that vision doesn't exist.

There are no heroes.

There is no justice.

There is no such thing as a save, and the saved are not completely saved.

Whether it is someone who wants to save something, or someone who wants to destroy something, it is like saying "unforgivable sin" in religious theory.

Everything is collapsing in an orderly manner, and people themselves also exist in this sequence of collapse.

Pain, nothing but pain.

Despair, nothing but despair.

All hope and happiness will eventually turn into despair and pain.

I don't know how long I can last, but I'm sure no one will last. The night is just another sequence of doomsday processes.

My plans are still ongoing, and so are many people's plans, but of course they can't all be right. All I'm betting on is that my plan is more correct, more thorough, and more capable of bringing a bright future. I believe that if the person who lays out one plan after another with the heart of salvation will have the same mood and thoughts as I do.

Then we collide, we kill, we love each other, and then we hurt each other. Only when a person finally reaches the end of the plan can he know whether he is wrong or right.

It's incredible, what a sad fate, but the same amount of good memories come flooding over me, and I can summon up great courage to move forward towards a future that is already too bad to be bad.

I walked out of the gathering place, which was right behind me, and suddenly at one point a huge flame erupted, and then the flames spread wider until they covered the entire gathering place. The current gathering place, when viewed from a distance, is exactly the same as the illusionary gathering place where the Doomsday Shinrikyo laid a trap.

At the moment when the ritual begins, before the gathering place begins to burn, something like a ghost, like a pilgrimage, pours out of the mountain forest, gathers on the mountain path, and winds towards the summit. And now, they still exist, the group is nowhere to be seen, and when I approach them, they don't pay any attention to my presence, as if I am just an inconsequential background to them.

They are dressed in black robes, and even their faces are hidden, so. Although he thought it was "probably humanoid", he couldn't confirm what was under the black robe. Almost every one of them was more than two meters tall, and they stood in front of me like giants one after another. They chanted inexplicable passages, but they didn't make a sound, and only the wind howled in the mountains and forests. Other than that, all the sounds of nature, the sounds of life, have disappeared without a trace. Perhaps it was because of this silence that I could hear their chanting in a trance, and it was like an auditory hallucination.

I swung my serrated broadsword and scattered one of them. Its form dissipated along with its black robes, but it did not provoke any reaction from its companions, and the guys behind it followed. Filled the position of the Dissipator. If I were to block the road to the top of the mountain, would they be blocked? I thought so, but there was no point in doing so. There were so many of them that it was impossible to confirm the number at all, and then, blocking them. Will it interrupt the sacrificial rites?

The sacrificial rite is also a useful part of my plan.

My plan has reached this point. I've lost so much, I've lost what I can protect, and I've done everything I can, and now there's no reason to stop the ritual anymore.

I followed the group and headed towards the top of the mountain.

Passing by the tomb of Takakawa halfway up the mountain. I saw more people, a number I had never seen before, and I could feel it just by breathing, all powerful and organized mystical experts. One by one, they stood silently in the cemetery, not looking at the dead. There was no action of digging graves, just standing there, staring at the dragon-like procession of ghosts. Then I made eye contact with some of them, and their presence seemed to tell me that this was where I should be.

I followed my heart and walked over to them.

Most of the people here are unknowns, however, there are people who know each other, such as the Cyberball people, the Torchlight people, the number of people who make up the mysterious organization of the NOG here is only a small fraction of the total number, and more are strangers, I guess, at least half of them are people from Area 51.

They didn't show any surprise at my arrival, let alone pay attention, as if I was just an insignificant little minion. However, maybe they really just thought so—a mere fourth-level demonic emissary, in the face of a mystery of this scale, in the midst of the mystery of the larger scale that was coming, it was only a faint existence.

"Where are the Doomsday Shinrikyo people?" I walked over to the connector and asked, who was standing next to her, and Anna, an acquaintance of the Torchlight. Because what I did was tantamount to betraying NOG, and at one point causing huge casualties to NOG's team, most people didn't give me a good look.

I had already realized that I had realized that I had already done that, and it was an accident that there were people in the NOG team who could talk.

"I don't know, we've tried to encircle them, but they're even better able to hide than we thought, in fact, they're so strong that they don't need to hide at all." The connector replied calmly, and then asked, "Are you okay?" As I said, you shouldn't be involved here. The huge organizational power condensed here is not something that can be interfered with by a fourth-level magic pattern, are you still so stubborn now? ”

"Yes, I would do it even if I went back in time." It is true that I am covered in bruises, both physically and mentally, but the blow I have suffered at this time is nothing compared to the deep despair caused by the "virus". At the end of the day, I've been in the face of despair, and I've endured more horror than anyone else thinks. These secrets are not understood and experienced by everyone.

"It's stubborn......," the connector sighed, "but it's also terrifying." You really survived, and with this level of strength as an opponent, you still survived well. Your heart, tsk, is like a monster. ”

I shrugged.

"It's thanks to us." Anna interjected on the side: "Our deviation is not a friend or foe, so it is not surprising that there is any miracle." Speaking of which, when I first joined the Torchlight, I valued this point, and the real miracle is that deviation occurs in the absence of impossibility, and deviation brings more possibilities. ”

"A miracle?" I said calmly, "Everything in front of me is far from a miracle. The footsteps of the end have been approaching and methodical. ”

Anna took a deep breath, looking more tired than the connector, and said a little self-defeatingly: "No way, although it is a deviation, but if the opponent can tolerate even the nature of deviation, we are like little bugs." ”

I know very well what everyone is saying. Although there have been conflicts over specific matters, as the NOG camp, the goal of each action is not only for one or two mysterious events, but for the terrible future of "Doomsday". There is a way to try to dismantle the "apocalypse" step by step by solving mysterious events, and of course, there is a way to guide the mysterious time and interfere with the "apocalypse" from the level of details. If the harm of a mysterious event expands, it can delay the arrival of the apocalypse, or solve the apocalypse, and NOG, led by the cyberball, will definitely not be a mother-in-law.

The mysterious organization has never been synonymous with benevolence and righteousness, and the thoughts and actions of the mysterious experts have always been cruel under the persecution of the environment.

The problem is that no matter how you deal with the mysteries – whether they are facilitated, resolved, or interfered with – they do not change the situation in the slightest. This can be clearly felt by any mystical organization that has a prophet.

Perhaps, what District 51 is doing, even if they cooperate with Shinrikyo of Doom, is partly out of "wanting to see what kind of impact they can have", so NOG ignores it with an attitude of "taking the overall situation into account". However, judging from the emotions of the connector and Anna, the result of such a bystander is also very unsuccessful.

As I said, the apocalyptic process is unhurried and methodical, speeding up or slowing down without one or two mysterious events being resolved or expanded. This kind of methodical, as if executing some kind of fixed procedure, makes people feel pressured. This means that all the means of interference so far have been useless.

"In the end, it was destroyed. Although I thought of this place as a shelter for survivors from the beginning, it turned out to be a grave for everyone. Anna muttered as she gazed at the firelight of the gathering place at the foot of the mountain.

"No, a child was rescued. It's a girl. "When I saw Anna's expression, I felt the need to let her know about it. (To be continued......)