"Don't compare me to you, you madman. Swain paced, not near Thresy or far from Ernest, "Why did you fall into madness? Why did you dedicate yourself to Chaos? I'm not like you, I'm only for my own will, not like you're just a wretched dog." ”

"Embarrassed dog? That's a good point, yes, I'm just a messy dog. Thresy still smiled nervously, not angry at Swain's insult, "but what about you? Is your proud will really to belong to you and not to the hopes of others? not from your grandfather, your ancestors, and even the first Earl of Midnight who looked at you and me from behind you? Jericho, you don't know anything, you don't know Atropos as well as you think, he can be said to be the all-knowing and all-powerful goddess of midnight, how can you be sure that all the actions you are doing now against his will are not what he expects you to do? how do you know that your mind has not been invaded by him and orchestrated by him? don't trust yourself too much, jericho, if you really make up your mind to throw yourself into chaos, then you better give up your pride. Sure, that's the best way to fight Atropos, but, in the chaos, you're bound to lose yourself. ”

Thresy opened her jawbone, not like she was talking, but like she was making other movements.

Did he want to add a lip?

"You already have a good understanding of the nature of chaos, huh? I don't think so, you haven't understood that state yet, you don't know anything!" he laughed sharply, his voice as piercing as a fingernail rubbing against a blackboard, "Do you know what the nature of chaos is?"

He bared his teeth, as if mocking Sven.

"It's absolutely fair. ”

Being stared at like this, Swain felt a palpitation for some reason, and involuntarily took a step back.

"The possibilities of everything are the same, all concepts are the same, and there is nothing smaller in the world than the sky and the largest thing in the world is dust. You know what I mean? It's a perfectly fair world, where everything is equal, everything is free, where you can indeed escape Atropos' control, but you will have to throw away only more. Don't think that freedom is a good thing, it's no different from what you hate and hate right now, because freedom itself is a bondage. ”

Swain was silent, Thresi's words were always like deadly poison, and few people held fast to their beliefs in front of his words, because he knew the unknown side of the world better than anyone else, and he went deeper into the chaos than anyone else, so when he reached out from the chaos, almost no one could escape his capture.

"Who is the jailer and who is the prisoner in the middle of the night?" said in a cold, gloomy voice, as Thresy continued to bewitch Sven, "who told the truth, and who has been deceiving you?"

"What do you think, Mr. Ernest?"

Thresy suddenly looked at Ernest.

Ernest, who was besieged by Sven's crow flock, looked at Thressi suspiciously, and he couldn't understand why Thressi had suddenly pointed the finger at him.

Looking at the crows around him, Ernest cautiously did not speak.

"Mr. Ernest, have you ever felt that things in front of you may be a little unreal, that there is always a thorny anxiety in life, as if something is wrong but you can't tell what is wrong, and whether this itching sensation like a cone always follows you and makes you uneasy?"

Ernest grimaced, his fists clenched secretly.

"What do you want me to believe? There are no lies in your words, there is no truth, and you try to instill your thoughts into my mind to make them true, even if they are false. ”

He glanced at Swain and calmed his breath.

"Tell me, what truth are you going to tell me this time?"

"It's not that I'm going to tell you the truth, it's that you should almost remember the truth. The empty eyeballless eye socket aimed at the door of the Imperial Hall, peering into the night outside, "Almost, this magic array is complete." ”

"Accomplished what?" Sven asked, frowning, but in a moment, he knew the answer to the question.

The whispers that had been echoing in his ears since he was twelve years old had suddenly disappeared, something that had never happened before, Atropos was everywhere, and the curse he had inflicted on Jericho had never gone away, but now, the impossible had happened.

"What did you do?" said Sven, looking at Thressi in disbelief.

"What have you done? Ha, sir, what do you think? You have always wanted to escape from that lovely and terrible goddess of the midnight, and for this reason you have even sacrificed yourself to Chaos, giving everything in exchange for a moment of peace for your soul, and you do not know what I have done?"

"You ...... this hall," Swain stared at Thressi in surprise, "into the realm of chaos?"

"As I said, in the midst of chaos...... "Seresi's hand bones that had fallen to one side suddenly lifted up, likened to a pistol, and aimed at Swain, "anything can happen, and the probability of any possible occurrence is equal, so ......"

"Bang!"

The sound that came from between the white teeth turned into a real gunshot, and even if there were no bullets, it still brought a puff of gunsmoke.

Sven lowered his head and looked at his chest, where blood was gushing.

"It's really ......," Swain touched the muzzle of the gun on his chest, a look of disbelief on his face, "It's amazing, it's a feeling, it's unimaginable, it's indescribable, but it's undeniable, that's what I expected." ”

He looked up at Thressi.

"However, you missed. ”

Swain took a step forward and appeared in front of Thressi, Swain's boots stomping on Thressi's skull.

"Guess what's the probability that I'll kill you?"

The corners of Thresi's bony mouth grinned, and he looked like he was smiling.

"Yes, of course...... Fifty percent. ”

The boot stepped down, and Thressi's skull shattered.

Sven took a light breath, then exhaled.

"With you here, you're a terrible person, and I don't want to have anything to do with you again. I seek an escape from chaos and you seek pleasure from chaos, you are someone who should not exist in this world. ”

Turning, Swain looked at Ernest, who was surrounded by his own demons.

"Now, it's your turn. ”

Ernest, who was surrounded by a flock of crows, lowered his head, and although he couldn't see his expression, Sven could feel the strange aura emanating from this man.

Sven frowned slightly, raising his vigilance.

Ernest was oblivious to his surroundings, and now his face changed dramatically, and his memories were reflected in his pupils that had expanded to the extreme.

"I want you to get out of here, Ernest, and you must get out of Fort Midnight as soon as possible, and get to Dwell. ”

"Hate me, think of me as your worst enemy, and make Fort Midnight the most hated place in your life, and then stay away from here, from the surname Jericho, from Earl Midnight!"

"Even if it's just you, you have to get out of here!"

Ernest clutched his head, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.

"I ...... I ......"

His eyes were filled with tears, and confusion and pain were intertwined on his face.

"No...... It shouldn't be like this, what's true and what's false? What should I believe, who should I be my enemy?"

Swain narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ernest, who was talking to himself.

Ernest tilted his head and stole a glance at Sven.

"My son...... I can't tell if he's my son or not, and I can't tell if I really have a son. I don't know if I hate my father or love my father, or if both possibilities are real. ”

"If this is the punishment given to me, then I deserve it. Or to resist, what should I believe, did I deceive myself?"

He lowered his hand holding his head and looked at Swain sadly.

It was the first time Swain had seen such a look in this man's eyes, the look of a father looking at his son.

"I'm sorry, kid. He sighed softly, then looked up at the roof, "Please end my life, just as I owe you, give me ease, give you pleasure." ”

"What did you apologize for?" Swain leaned over and glared at Ernest, "you never apologize." ”

Ernest was silent for a while, and after a long time he spoke: "Yes, I thought I was a very strong person, but suddenly I realized that my strength may be just a false feeling. Daxda was right, he was a madman, he was right, I never knew what I should believe, I just took orders, I accepted deception, that's all. ”

"So, you want to tell me......," Sven took a slight breath, "and your hatred of me is only because you were deceived?"

"I never wanted to shirk my responsibilities. Ernest turned his face and stared at Swain, "What I have done to you is truly irreparable, I have failed in my duty as a father. And now that I'm awake, I'm not going to ask why you hate me, I just want to make amends, even if they don't make up for my faults. ”

He pursed his lips, as if holding back tears.

"To you, and to Bertha. ”

"There's no need for that. Swain still didn't look at Ernest squarely, "You don't owe me anything, and you don't owe anything to my mother. And if you're wondering why I hate you, it's simple. ”

Swain also raised his hand, likened to the shape of a pistol, and aimed it at Ernest.

"I'm not like you, everything is kept in the dark, I know all this, I know all this, because I know all these things from my grandfather. ”

Ernest's expression was slightly dazed.

"He told me everything when I killed him. ”

Ernest's eyes widened and he looked at Swain in disbelief.

"You killed ......"

"Bang"

The gunshot rang out, and Ernest clutched his chest and fell down with regret and surprise. The crow flock turned into black feathers and landed beside Ernest like flowers for his funeral.

"Yes, as for what is going on, you can go to hell and ask him. ”

Swain turned and searched for Vitin.

"You're not going to heaven anyway. ”

And just as he turned around, Sven keenly heard the movement behind him.

The black feathers came out like knives, and although Swain reacted quickly, he still couldn't hit his opponent.

"Jan Noe Darres. ”

Sven gritted his teeth and looked at Yang, who was carrying Ernest on his back and had already run to the door of the Imperial Hall.

The corners of Yang's mouth were still bloodstained, and his breath was very rapid, but there was a smug look in his eyes.

"Guess what, what are the odds that I'll get out of here?"

He smiled contemptuously, then walked out the door with a breeze, disappearing from Swain's vision.