The plan was a success.

But there is a slight flaw.

Ignati extinguished the intricate alchemy matrix beneath her feet, and walked to the position of the three-story western-style building near the window surrounded by a group of gray-robed people with a blank face, looking at the spreading fog of the Nameless Ones below, and the people who were scurrying around like ants before the catastrophe struck.

Of course, there was no smile on his face.

He was watching, forcing himself to look, looking at the sins he had committed.

A lot of people will die.

He knew the result from the beginning.

However, if we do not do so, more people will die in the future, and even the entire human civilization and even human existence itself may die out in the not-so-distant future.

In the third millennium, the world lost its light.

The prophecy is written, but more than 900 years have passed since the tide of darkness engulfed the Great Wall of Eternal Night, and hope and light have completely disappeared into the depths of chaos—more than 900 years have passed, and the third millennium recorded in the prophecy is coming to an end, and humanity is about to usher in that unknowable, but destined to be full of gloom and despair...... Fourth millennium.

There is not much time left for mankind, and we must adapt to this cruel world as soon as possible.

For this reason, even if he sacrifices his own glory and carries the lives of thousands of innocent people, he will not hesitate to seek a path to coexist with demons.

The old Glory One gazed at everything in front of him, forced to gaze at everything in front of him, and the extraordinary vision bestowed upon him by the blood of his ancestors and the demon chakras allowed him to see even what was happening in the nameless fog that was not yet thick—in the fog where his vision was obscured, there were cannibalistic demons hunting, blood staining the lapis lazuli earth, and terrible wails rose and fell in the fog— But more than that, they still abandon ethical and moral human beings, tear off the last bit of fig leaf, and do things in the name of darkness, killing, plundering, sadistic, and forcibly hugging...... All kinds of evil deeds were carried out right under his nose.

And in the old man's eyes cloudy by aging, there was no anger, no accusation, only deep pathos, and self-blame.

He...... It's the blame for everything.

All the calamities and afflictions before him are caused by him.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, all he could hope for was that when his soul fell into the non-existent Nine Hells, he would be able to tell those who died because of him: Your sacrifice is worth it.

That's all.

He only wants to be on the right path.

The House of the Lost - This organization based in the depths of the night, as the name suggests, is a place for a group of people who have lost their way to warm up, and all the travelers who have returned from the dark zone and have glimpsed the real corner of the world and are not yet crazy will almost always be guided by fate to come here, join here, and explore the future of mankind together.

We...... Where are you going?

I don't know.

All people are explorers, seekers, looking for a way out of the future of order and civilization. But no one has an answer, and no one knows whether they are on the right path or not.

Therefore, it is necessary to experiment, using thousands of human beings, as well as related social relations and social organizations, as experimental subjects - committing a lot of bloody crimes in the few cities left of mankind.

Perhaps, this in itself is a mistake.

Every traveler has this knowledge, but it is even more impossible to make them succumb to the destruction that is to come than this vague and ambiguous possibility.

Even if this is the fate of the ancestors, even if we are just a bunch of mortals who have nothing-

Even if you need to turn your back on the glory you once shouldered, even if your hands are stained with the blood of innocents-

At all costs!

Because there is no other way, the fate of humanity must be in the hands of humanity itself!

Such a belief is rooted in the hearts of all people.

What kind of existence did they make a covenant with their ancestors? What kind of fate did they promise for the fourth millennium? What is the truth about the great tribulation and the world that is implicitly mentioned in the prophecy? I don't know any of this, but it doesn't matter, because we love this catastrophe for the world...... That's the starting point.

They don't want her to die, they don't want her to die, just like a licking calf can't want their mother to die, and everyone is stubborn about wanting to save her from the shadow of death.

They're all crazy...... Perhaps.

When they came out of the dark zone in the middle of the night, every traveler would not deny the possibility, and even they themselves were not sure whether it was the whisper of the devil, or the last blessing or curse left by the ancestors to their descendants.

If they could, they also hoped that it was nothing more than a dream after they had been bewitched, and that they had only gone mad in the depths of the night, only to be defeated by the hysterical madness and become a part of it.

But everyone, including him, of course, did not dare to gamble.

Take the fate of the entire human race, the fate of the whole world, to gamble on an illusory possibility.

They—no, no one can afford to lose.

The prophesied hopeless and miserable future will not come, the flame of order of Prometheus will be rekindled, the immortal king who rules all mankind will be born in the rite of the firebearer, the army of the Night's Watch will reclaim the long night, the beacon of the Great Wall of Eternal Night will be lit again, the world will be at peace, and the happy future of all people will be a reality in the not-too-distant future.

And they, as a bunch of crazy people, will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

But so what?

After all, mankind has seen hope and the future.

As long as this is the case, even if you fall into the nine layers of hell because of this, so what?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

The old man's thoughts gradually became cloudy, he looked down at his pale blue body, which began to be transparent, and a slightly terrifying pure smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

Looks like we're not going to get a chance to meet again, Amy Ulysses.

- He's almost gone.

In fact, he should have died a long time ago, in Obadiah's body.

But the back hand he had prepared, his power had extended his mortal life once more.

- Twin Shadows.

Few people know that after demonization, the Glorious can actually have multiple abilities, on the one hand, the innate ability of the blood of the ancestors who symbolize the order, and on the other hand, the second ability given by the chakras in the body after demonization, and Ignati has a very strange ability.

His shadow can materialize like him, and move freely until the corresponding time limit arrives.

So, he had two lives, and one of them could be reborn indefinitely.

Only this time...... It is very unfortunate that he was killed by the body of Obadiah - but there is nothing to regret, at least it is not very difficult for him to accept that it has become a stepping stone for the young glory to ascend to a higher ladder, and even on the contrary, the excellence of young people can only make him happy, because for them who have lost their light and hope, these vigorous and even ambitious young people are the hope for the future of mankind.

Dying in a glorious duel like this, becoming nourishment for the growth of future generations, perhaps one of the best and most comforting ways to die for unforgivable people like them who have fallen into darkness physically and mentally.

Pity...... I can't see you grow anymore.

Amy Ulysses.

His body began to disintegrate, and pale blue particles of light broke apart from all parts of his body, and then floated in the air like fireflies, looking beautiful from a distance.

The old man, whose flame of life had long been extinguished, stretched out his hand, smiled at the crystal clear but powerless light particles in his hand, pulled away from his body, and the near-death experience with pure consciousness allowed him to look at the world in front of him from a higher level of perspective, seeing the chains of fate extending from the Tablet of Destiny and covering the entire void, and even with the further imminence of death, his consciousness was further elevated, looking down on the entire territory of order covered in darkness with a lofty gaze, and seeing the original text of order that existed only in the concept above the sacred city of Hammurabi, and the fate of mankind written on it。

"So—" He had barely finished speaking when he heard a voice.

From above him, from the very top of the world.

"Another ascender. ”

Like thunder, a huge sound resounded throughout the world—but strangely, the physical body of the material world, which had not yet completely died, did not hear any sound.

"Count it up...... It's the second one. The second voice interjected, "Speaking of which, it's where Jiasu is—she can't be the one who interferes, right?"

"It won't be Jiasu's handiwork," the third voice said, different from the first two, this is a mature and gentle female voice, "Without 'fire', he is doomed to fail." ”

"Fate? I hate that word. The first voice said, suddenly startled, even panicked, "Wait, he's not ascending—he's burning—it's nothing else, it's his soul!"

The silence lasted only a moment, but it was like forever.

"We can't save him, you know, we can't save him. The mature woman's voice said, with compassion in her voice, "We are not gods, we have never been, but in the face of human beings whose fate is small and powerless, the only thing that can be commended is probably the will to chase freedom - we can do nothing, we can not change anything, from the beginning to the present." ”

Then, silence.

Higher up, no more sounds.

That's the ancestors?

Or is it something else?

Ignati is not sure, and there is no spirit to do so.

Because—

With the approach of death, his consciousness finally climbed to the highest level he could climb, and he saw the truth of the world, the cruel truth, hidden by the ancestors.

"This ...... No way!"

His pupils widened to the fullest, and horror, despair, and even madness appeared on his face at the same time.

"We ...... We...... How could we be ......"

And then it came to an abrupt end.

The pale blue particles of light that made up Ignati's existence completely dissipated into the air, drifting into the distance with the slightly noisy sound of the wind.

And on the other side, the headquarters of the dice house.

The little girl who was imprisoned in the crystal coffin suddenly opened her eyes, and her big black and white eyes were clearly shining with crystal tears.

Following her gaze, on top of the crystal coffin, there happened to be a pale blue light particle falling.

And then it faded.

Eventually, it will return to nothingness.

Goodbye, Ignati -