The three-color sacrificial robe, dancing lightly in the wind, wrapped around the woman in it, fell as if it had no weight.

A dagger slipped from her sleeve, she walked in a trance, the tip of her ** was on the grass, rubbing a trace of bitterness, overflowing a wisp of fishy, white hem, spread far, far away.

Her eyes were blank, and inside them were the pain of dreams, the fire of the world, and the deepest trace of nostalgia.

She also endured the suffering of the three of them, which was the price of strength, cutting her numb heart again and again.

With a flick of her slender and pale fingers, the dagger rested on Aurora's white neck, and at this time, Aurora frowned slightly, still immersed in a nightmare.

As long as she is gently cut, her life will be gone, and in the dream, she will not wake up because of the brain death caused by too much blood loss.

"Rolling red dust...... Billowing red dust......"

The woman slowly chanted the old haiku, her face ethereal, her eyes staring into the distance, where all her past was distant, as far away as an illusion.

"Final...... Mistaken ......"

With a cold tone, dagger, cut down hard!!

Without any accidents, blood splattered, flowing from the white neck, from the soft veins, from the last dream of the beautiful woman, and stained the earth.

The woman staggered, walked towards the son in a trance, and let the red lotus bloom behind her, dyeing a crimson yellow spring road.

The dagger, against the heart of the man, pierced the thin coat as the heart beats.

She, as if suddenly interested, swung her dagger and cut her blouse to pieces, leaving nothing behind, until a dazzling white tenderness shivered in the cold air.

The tip of the dagger, starting from the neck, crossed the delicate collarbone, crossed the gentle section, and then climbed the sharp peak along the proud curve, stabbing slightly at the pink tip, feeling the shiver from the mountain peak.

The tip of the blade rotated and twisted repeatedly, playing with the pink bud until Sleeping Beauty's breathing became rapid, and then she reluctantly crossed the peak and continued to descend.

The skin in front of it is constantly undulating, the healthy heart is pumping blood to the whole body, and the shallow green tendons are spread on the surface, making people feel the urge to ravage.

The sharp tip of the blade, lingering here for a long time, depicts the trajectory of each vessel, and it seems that there is no interest in going down.

The woman just chanted slowly, "Tonight...... Night Moon ...... Night Moon ......"

The word "Night Moon" was stuck, as if these two words were full of magic, and they were repeated more than a dozen times.

She looked confused, why was it so familiar? But I can't remember, I can't remember......

She finally crossed over, and in a cold and trance-like tone, read out the end of the haiku—

"Lingerable ......"

The dagger slammed into the heart!

Blood flowed out of the blood trough in an instant, and the red and white chest flowed down the surroundings and onto the green grass, partly seeping into the mud and partly into a river of blood.

When the dagger was drawn, the blood flowed even more violently, staining the entire upper body red.

Without further looks, the woman staggered and continued to move on to the next target.

Soon, the dagger stopped between Li Lian's neck, and the woman's expression was slightly puzzled, but she didn't cut it immediately.

This man seems to be somewhat familiar.

Where have you seen it, and where is it? I can't remember...... I can't remember......

Actually, I did see it somewhere, and there was a sense of familiarity and something to rely on.

But it's just a feeling, and the woman can't remember it after all.

As she guided the dream, her mind was in a trance, unable to think carefully.

All she knew was that it would be right to cut him down and kill him, just like those two women.

The dagger began to move again, forward, inward, cutting into the skin, slicing muscles, and finally touching the artery.

The woman paused again, trying to think, but the chaotic brain didn't remember anything useful.

So, she bit her lower lip lightly, let her face be full of inexplicable tears, and cut the dagger hard!

——

So, now, humanity is extinct.

Even if there is some resistance, it is insignificant, and as long as the army approaches, it will be routed like a rat and ant, and suffer inevitable death.

Amaterasu stood in the center of the Imperial Palace, controlling the zombie army and crushing all human resistance.

The newly built nuclear bombs were launched again, reaching a staggering 200 pieces, enveloping the entire earth in a bitterly cold nuclear winter, not only humans, but also most of the other living things.

Amaterasu is still standing there, with countless good news in his head, countless scenes of human dying struggles.

She watched these scenes, laughing and crying, rubbing the sensitive points on her body roughly, reaching a high level of ridicule in the wails of human death, and then frantically stabbing her body with a dagger, smirking in pain and waiting for healing.

Until everything turns into silence.

The world is silent.

Nothing.

There are no more humans, and there are no zombies that have lost their function.

Nothing, but—

- but left the woman behind!

"No...... Not ......"

She curled up in the corner of the palace, and she was the only one left in the huge world.

She is no longer Amaterasu, not the supreme spokesperson of "a certain will", not the leader of an army of 6 billion zombies.

She's not a human being, she's not an apostle, no one calls her that.

"It" is just a lonely ghost huddled on the desolate death star of the earth, bound by the cage of eternal life, steamed by the purgatory in the heart, and suffering eternity.

“…… Night Moon ...... I was wrong...... Night Moon ...... I miss you so much...... Night Moon ...... I love you...... Night Moon ...... Hold me...... Night Moon ...... Come back...... Night Moon ......"

"It", with an eternal sorrow, returns to the empty earth for a long time.