[The sound of rain outside the window is ticking]

[It's still there for three days and three nights]

【……】

Listen to the light-paced, but somewhat sad side song sung by the smoke voice in the headphones.

Greg Yorn calmly walks in the rain.

Putting this song on the action, it is a bit appropriate.

As a member of Eternal Day, secretly engaging in Musou like Assassin's Creed is really not his main business.

However, after getting permission from above.

This can be regarded as the main business of doing what is told.

If you talk about proficiency.

It can even be said that it surpasses the proficiency of ordinary people in their main business.

Killing is a skill that every member of Eternal Day must learn.

As for the killing of scum.

When I was studying at Dawn College, I was in the social practice that I often went out for.

It's not a lack of work.

After all, the tradition of Eternal Day is to use those criminals and scum who secretly exist in society as a sandbag for the students to practice.

Every official member is embarrassed to say that he is a full member if he has the life of every dozen gang leaders, drug lords, and fraudsters.

And Greg Yorn is no exception.

Professionally trained and possessed a strong will, he has never hesitated to raise and fall with a knife.

On the upper floor, because of the time of the public sacrifice.

And allow him to not have to deliberately hide, can be mass killing.

He has the ability to space.

Immediately, the killing in the rain began according to the route that had been planned for a long time.

【A street that looks dim】

A human-like dog-like survivor base street manager who secretly fills his own pockets with supplies to support the front line during the disaster.

He was hanged from a street lamp.

【Alleys full of mud】

The three survivors, who were in good health, secretly committed adultery with women and children during the disaster.

He made a human centipede.

[In a room with doors and windows closed]

The survivor of Masaka, who slept on, quietly stabbed to death the seriously injured soldier in the team because of the disaster.

He woke up and watched himself be stabbed three times and six holes.

……

There are many more such experiences.

Greg Jon has seen too much in his memories.

If it weren't for being a member of Eternal Day.

He felt that he had to feel that the world was full of filth, and then he backhanded and began to slaughter indiscriminately to purify the world.

Although he is a member of the Eternal Day, he also feels that he must go back and receive some psychological treatment after this mission.

After all, he was in those memories.

I have seen too much unfathomable evil in the human heart.

The evil of the human heart is as good as this.

The Fallen, must be purged strictly.

This heavy rain also seems to be to cleanse the filth of the world.

During Operation Greg Yorne.

Not only did it not get smaller, but it had some intensifying meanings.

The sky was a little darker.

It's afternoon, but at the moment, it's very similar to the light at night.

And Greg Yorn after a while.

He began to move towards his last goal.

That's ...... Barrack.

Barracks in the New York Survivors Base.

Here are some people who think that no one will find out about their crimes.

But they did not know their crimes.

In the face of the dimensionality reduction blow of extraordinary power, it is completely clear.

The kind of probing that is carried out by spiritual, causal means.

Ordinary people are completely defenseless.

Greg Jon left them last.

He calmly passed by several construction trucks parked in the rain.

Don't worry about whether you'll be seen or not.

Just a clear goal towards the barracks.

Barracks, is the abbreviation here.

The full name is the New York Survivors Base Military Management and Garrison Office.

In today's era of military control,

This is the heart of the New York Survivor Base.

It's brightly lit.

Outside survivors dare not use electricity indiscriminately.

There are no scruples here.

Although there is no city wall on the outermost part of the barracks, there are also sentry boxes and searchlights.

Greg Jon's figure flickered.

I casually crossed this barrier.

Behind the post-disaster post, some of the classes that were barely considered powerful after the disaster, some family members of the soldiers, and some special talents lived outside the barracks.

Here, is the perimeter of the barracks.

But it is the place in the entire New York survivor base that can be called the inner city.

The inner city is inside the barracks.

The outer city is outside the barracks.

Even outside the city, there are still a large number of survivor base troops patrolling and guarding them.

But the closer you are to the garrison's barracks, the closer you are to the center of the base, the safer it will be.

Survivors of the disaster.

Instinctively divide such an inner city from an outer city.

The powerful and the connected come to the inner city.

In this inner city, it can be regarded as a very dirty place.

Just walking down the street, Greg Yorn could feel the constant reminder of the crime discrimination technique that had been fixed on his body for a short time.

in many of the surrounding buildings.

There are some people who deserve to be killed.

Because of the small scope of the inner city, the density of this person who should be killed at this moment is much more exaggerated than that of the outer city.

Greg Jon stood in the middle of the street.

Calculate your next time.

Some of the corpses of the scum in the outer city that he killed were slightly hidden by him, and some of them were not.

Even if it's pouring rain now.

It won't always go unnoticed.

Considering the time he has spent so far, it will probably take another twenty minutes at most, and the news of many dead people in the city will reach the ears of some people in the inner city.

Although they know it or not, they will not escape the judgment of death.

But if they are alerted by this, there is still a little bit of trouble.

Thinking so.

Greg Yorn turns off the music in his headphones.

The sound of the rain around me immediately came to my ears.

He didn't think much else and quickened his pace slightly.

Next.

He's going to be quietly going to kill this place in twenty minutes.

……………………………………

In the dim rain.

A street bar is brightly lit.

Compared to ordinary survivors who are still in wartime control and live more frugally.

It's very different in the inner city.

After all, there are still bars.

Walk in and you'll find out.

It's clearer than a clear bar.

There is no lively bombing music, just a hint of extremely soft and faint BGM as background music.

On the TV in the middle of the bar, an old movie is played.

Eight men, apparently soldiers from the survivor base, were sitting around in the teahouse, drinking steaming red wine specially made by the boss.

Disperse the chill of this sudden storm.

Obviously, this place was chartered by the military master.

Or should I say that the usual customers of this bar should probably be military.

After all, in this wartime control period of post-disaster reconstruction, only military personnel can afford to come to the bar for recreation.

Except for those eight military men.

Two officers were also sitting at the bar, drinking mulled wine made by the bar owner.

A man with a scar in the corner of his eye, but in his hand is holding a cross ornament in his hand.

The other wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks very good-looking.

The two chatted as they drank.

"Thiago."

"We're on a mission later, don't drink so much."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses said.

His name is Steve Wells, and Thiago next to him are relatively large officers in the barracks, and they can directly mobilize an army of hundreds of people.

The two of them are now coming out with eight elite soldiers, and they just have a mission to do.

It's just because of the sudden rain.

I just sat down in this bar, and I have been sitting there ever since.

"It's not a more urgent task, you see there's still such a heavy rain outside."

"Besides, mulled wine is low."

Thiago smiled and raised his glass in a toasting motion.

Without waiting for Wells to clink glasses, he just threw his head up and drank it all.

Wells calmly withdrew his glass and placed it on the table.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "No matter how low the degree is, it's not like you drink like this." ”

No matter how much mulled wine you have, the degree will be lower.

That's wine, too.

It's not water!

You can't stop one cup at a time.

The speed at which the boss opened the fiery red wine was almost impossible to catch up with this Thiago.

"It's okay, I'll drink it as water."

Thiago replied painlessly.

Seeing that Thiago looked ignorant, Wells didn't say anything more.

He didn't know this guy too well.

It can only be said that it is a little closer than a nodding friend.

Because the task is scheduled to come out together.

Now because of the sudden heavy rain, they are trapped here together.

So he didn't say anything more.

Instead, he looked at the cross charm that Thiago had to hold tightly even if he drank like this.

With a hint of curiosity, he asked, "What is the story of this cross?" ”

As his voice fell.

Thiago's drinking was clearly a pause.

The hand holding the charm of the cross tightened a little.

Wells was keenly aware of the sadness that flashed in Thiago's eyes.

This made him can't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

He used to do all kinds of evil by virtue of his status before the disaster, and he secretly killed many people during the disaster.

I love seeing other people's sad looks so much.

It was a maddening of his excitement.

It drove him so mad that he couldn't hide the man's disguise.

But when I saw the sadness hidden in Thiago's eyes gradually disappear and become radiant again.

Wells couldn't help but frown.

He doesn't like to look at the light in other people's eyes.

Those who dared to show this look in the time of disaster are now all gouged out by him and treasured it.

So.

Wells spoke decisively, interrupting Thiago, who was clearly lost in remembrance.

"Whose relics are they?"

Wells asked directly.

He was keenly aware that this cross ornament was most likely someone else's.

After all, the shiny small grain decoration on the chain behind the pendant does not look like the style of a male soldier who is one meter nine tall and has scars at the corners of his eyes.

And maybe it's because of the gloomy atmosphere on a rainy day.

Thiago did not continue to hide in the face of Wells' repeated questions.

Knowing that everyone in the disaster had experienced parting to a greater or lesser extent, he slowly spoke: "She is a beautiful woman......"

Thiago's story is not long.

In the story.

Thiago meets the woman in the chapel, both of whom are believers in the Lord.

Because of some beautiful coincidences that are by mistake.

They entered the palace of marriage together.

It's only been three years since then, when the two are thinking about having a child.

Disaster struck.

Although he had already rushed to church as soon as possible.

All I saw was a bloody ruin, and the cross necklace scattered across the ruins.

It was a token of the love between the two.

After that, it's time to meet the army, return to the ranks, and gather the refugees.

Until the day Chen Yidian appeared.

The scene of countless pure white feathers killing the monster seemed to make him see the coming of the Lord.

Tiago, who has been praying for the angel to come from the moment the disaster struck.

I was deeply impressed at that moment.

He knew it was an angel!

Jesus is the eternal day!

Perhaps, his wife just went to heaven before him to enjoy happiness.

From that day on.

He just picked up a little hope for life.

Every day, I held the cross left by my deceased wife in my hand and resumed my daily prayer before the disaster.

It is for the sake of the peace of the world after the death of his wife.

It's also a reason to stick to it.

Thiago said.

Tears flashed in his eyes.

Wells, on the other hand, was about to lose his excitement.

Especially when he heard Thiago talk about the bloody ruins, combined with the sadness on Thiago's face, it was almost unbearable for his pervert.

It's a pity that the story is not long.

Apparently Thiago did not want to describe the details.

Wells wanted to say something more.

only to hear the communicator on Thiago's body ringing.

Seeing this, he kept silent.

Thiago, on the other hand, put the communicator to his ear and said in a somewhat drunken tone: "Hiccup~ This is ...... Thiago Calrieto. ”

Wells didn't bother to come any closer to listen.

In fact, with the distance between him and Thiago now, Thiago can be listened to by him even if he doesn't communicate outside.

Discern a little.

He heard the voice of his immediate superior.

"Stop drinking!"

"Thiago, there's something wrong with the city! Patrols have found the bodies of the survivors in several places, and now some of the elite in the outer city are investigating everywhere. ”

"Ling and Wells' mission is canceled, immediately take your people to patrol the inner city to see what happened, and whether there are many corpses in the inner city."

The voice on the other side of the communicator was a little eager.

However, this urgent tone from his boss made Thiago's wine sober up a little.

"Yes! Roger that! ”

Thiago yelled earnestly into the communicator.

Then he hung up the call and looked at Wells, who was making a serious face on the side.

"Needless to say, I heard you."

"Leaving now?"

Wells raised his hand and motioned for Thiago not to say more.

He was about to stand up and get ready to go.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the bar creaking.

The sound of wind and rain poured in from outside.

The bar was immediately quiet.

Everyone subconsciously followed the prestige.

Because everyone knows that it has been raining outside for a while.

It's time to come in and take shelter from the rain.

It's long overdue to come in.

Now when you walk here, you probably have to wander the streets in a rainstorm.

So.

All follow the prestige.

Curious who this person is who is braving the torrential rain.

Under the gaze of everyone.

A hooded man slowly pushed the door open.

He kept his head down.

I can't see my face clearly.

It was raining heavily outside, and this person didn't bring an umbrella, but his body was not wet at all.

As the man closed the door.

When blocking out the sound of wind and rain outside.

The eight soldiers and the two officers who had been in a hundred battles at the scene couldn't help but tremble and shudder.

They felt like they were lambs locked up for the slaughter.

On the hooded man's body, there was an aura oppressive from the darkness.

This person is definitely not simple!

Everyone couldn't help but secretly raise their vigilance.

The bar owner took a few steps back silently.

"Hi, my name is Greg Jon."

"I'm sorry, I killed too much."

"I didn't control my murderous aura for a while."

Greg Jon took his hood off and smiled innocently.

Paired with his blonde hair.

It looks exceptionally handsome.

But none of the people present cared about the handsomeness.

They were all in the moment the hood was opened.

I felt a stronger sense of oppression.

This Greg Jon's aura has not weakened because the hood has been removed.

It's like an ordinary rabbit suddenly facing a tiger.

Instinct warns myself: I can't beat it!

Everyone was a little out of breath.

And Greg Jon looked at the people around him who were shocked by his aura and understood why.

There is so much evil in the human heart that he sees today.

There are also a lot of scum to solve by hand.

So much so that even if the total spiritual power technique was handled, there was no blood or traces on his body.

But it is still increasing the murderous spirit.

This is something that exists in the dark.

He was able to converge.

But it is not necessary.

said that he didn't control his murderous aura, but he was just talking.

For the last scum who is about to be dealt with in front of him, approaching with a murderous aura will probably make him more impressed before he dies.

It turns out.

Wells was shocked by this murderous momentum.

My legs are faintly weak.

He had a gut feeling.

I understand that this mysterious person who suddenly appeared is coming for himself.

This intuition is so strong.

In a trance.

The approaching murderous aura gave him hallucinations.

It was as if he saw a surging mountain of corpses and a sea of blood approaching him.

This moment.

He felt as if he understood what it was like to be approaching himself when he was powerless to resist the life he had played with.

But the good thing.

He finally struggled to make a sound: "Subdue that ......"

Wells wasn't done yet.

I felt a flower in front of my eyes, and then a feeling of pressure came from my throat and neck.

When the reaction comes.

He found that Greg Jonn was already standing in front of him, and lifted him up directly by the neck.

Those eight elite subordinates in military uniforms.

At this moment, they all fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

A strong sense of fear and a sense of suffocation began to develop.

Wells' face began to feel bloodshot.

"Ahem...... Save...... Save ......"

Wells struggled to kick his legs, struggling to pull Greg Yorne's hand away, and his mouth kept trying to cry for help.

It's a pity that the eight subordinates have been knocked unconscious by the moment Greg Yorn came over.

The bar owner and Thiago Calrieto were also knocked unconscious together.

Wells was left alone.

I clearly feel the hope that is getting farther and farther away from me.

"Come, and be ready to count your sins......"

Greg Jon just wanted to say something,

But his face suddenly changed, and he looked at Thiago, who was knocked unconscious by him.

Or should it be said.

It was to look at the cross charm that Thiago was holding in his hand, who had been knocked unconscious.

He could feel it.

There is a faint power.

A fluctuating spiritual reaction flickered on the cross pendant.

Special spiritual items?

Who made it?! What is the effect?!

Something must be done now!

This thing is getting ready to go!

Countless thoughts crossed Greg Jorne's mind.

Look at Wells, who was choked by his neck.

He didn't have time to think about it, and directly cooperated with the raven tacitly, quickly and continuously inscribed various forbidden spells on the body of Wells, a living man.

Those are special energizing and amplifying techniques such as Soul Burning, Flesh Burning, and Spirit Burning, as well as several sealing techniques.

Treat Wells, a natural pervert and scumbag.

Greg Yorn is not rigid in making sure that he will be tried.

Eternal day has never been rigid.

In this particular case of not knowing what is happening.

In the case of dealing with the cross that doesn't know what effect it will be ready to make.

It's great to use it as a mobile battery and blood pack.

"Don't forget to judge him with Hell coming, so that you can add a technique to him that absorbs pain and converts it into energy."

Raven 1191 reminded from the sidelines.

Apparently he felt that Greg Jorn's approach was not enough.

Greg Jon glanced at Raven 1191.

gave a "you are the real scumbag" look, and then did not hesitate to do what Raven 1191 said.

Hell descends on this form of mental torture.

Immediately brought endless pain to Wells.

It is then converted into energy by the spirit magic.

Many other spiritual power spells were also activated at this moment.

Wells, who had already fainted, immediately trembled, and his flesh withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But at the same time.

The energy that filled the body lit up several sealing spells on Wells's body, turning this scum into a scum glowing with golden light at this moment.

"It's now!"

Greg Jon snorted.

Carrying Wells directly to the cross that was rioting with spiritual power.

Without hesitation, he pressed down on him, who had become skinny and bones.

In an instant.

The sealing procedure is activated.

After absorbing the energy of the various sacrifices that had been offered to Wells, as well as the energy that Greg Jorn was constantly providing.

The sealing technique is very powerful.

The spiritual riot of the cross seemed to have stalled.

This relieved Greg Yorne.

But the breath wasn't over yet.

Wells, who had turned into a humanoid seal, faintly had a stronger force surging in his body.

Seal.

Obviously useless.

And that's not all.

The little flesh and blood on Wells's body also began to roll and gather from the outside in.

Together with the bones.

Condensed into a mass of flesh that encased the cross.

And then.

The lump of flesh evaporated, leaving only the cross that seemed to have absorbed it all.

It turned blood-red.

It makes people feel ominous when they look at it.

"Oops, something went wrong."

Greg Jon swallowed.

Things were moving too quickly and unexpectedly.

The sudden appearance of the cross ornament of the spiritual riot made him subconsciously stop continuing to judge and kill.

He then sacrificed Wells to prepare for the sealing of the cross.

As a result, Wells, who was about to kill at the end, could no longer even make a humanoid seal at this moment, but had instead been absorbed by the cross charm...... Nourishment?

And this cross ornament.

It was also in the process of this seal not being completed, after absorbing the flesh and blood......

It got weird.

The blood-red look doesn't look like a serious cross no matter how you look at it.

The next moment.

In the blood-red cross, a blood-red light rose to the sky.

Under Greg Yorne's bewildered gaze, he pierced through the ceiling of the bar and reached the sky.

The amplification turned into infinite blood light.

The bloodlight dispersed the dark clouds that enveloped the New York Survivor Base.

The afternoon light should have shone in.

But at the moment.

In place of the clouds and rain that came to this world, it was the great shore that appeared after the blood light.

It was a giant eyeball that hung over the entire New York survivor base.

Countless white feathers make up the wings and wave behind the huge eyeballs.

The bloodshot on the eyeball is clearly visible.

The blinking eyelids and the pupils that constantly change focus seem to indicate one thing:

This eyeball...... It's "live"!

Looks incredibly scary at the same time.

There was also an ethereal voice like a song, coming from a high place with the appearance of the eyeballs.

In the ears of everyone who saw the eyeballs, they kept repeating the meaning they didn't understand.

Everything, everything.

It's all so weird and sacred.

(End of chapter)