The connector brought John Bull's counsel, and John Bull's counsel undoubtedly represented the will of the netball. In fact, it has never stopped me from interfering too much in the mysterious events that are happening on this peninsula. Not only Cyberball, but all the mysterious organizations and individuals that make up the entire NOG team, as well as neutrals who are enemies and non-friends and non-friends, are trying to reduce the number of "strong". I have been constantly tempted in the past period, some of which are subtle, some are obvious, some are from acquaintances, some are from strangers, and a large part of these people even do not hesitate to launch deadly attacks, but since I survived, it is a testament to the power of the "Fourth-level Demon Pattern Emissary".

Moreover, this powerful ceiling is well hidden by me in disguise, which leads to the fact that those who want to get me out of the field are already unsure whether they can really get me out of the game.

They hesitated, confused, and had to estimate my influence on the status quo with a vague assessment. They sometimes feel that once the action unfolds, even the fourth-level demonic emissary will not be able to stop it, and this feeling seems to me to be very correct, but it is precisely because of my attitude and actions that they are not sure of the correctness of this idea, so they must assume the situation of "in case the fourth-level demonic emissary has the ability to interfere in the situation".

As a result, their actions are bound to be constrained by a state of mind, and they cannot operate in the most fluid and optimal way.

It's like mixing sand in a mechanical gear.

As an independent actor, I think that's my limit.

If in the past. Just before the arrival of the deepest night, those people who have not personally experienced the mystery of the deepest night, those people probably do not pay too much attention to this act of mixing sand. After all, judging from the overall situation, a fourth-level demonic emissary was indeed not enough to reflect the key influence. Now, however, in the depths of the night, they felt the horror of this mystery for themselves, and all plans were forced to advance, without mentioning the idealized state, and in the first place there was still some way from the desired effect, which had been clearly pointed out by the connector. In my judgment, it is not a lie.

At such an undesirable stage of planning, any "superfluous" interference. are likely to produce violent chemical reactions. And it is imperative to reduce interference as much as possible. The biggest interference of these is, of course, from the monsters of the mysterious organizations of all parties, as well as the mysterious advantage of the "deviation" of the Torchlight. Compare it to. I'm just an independent actor, even if I'm a fourth-level demonic emissary, I'm much weaker.

Not only me, but anyone who does not create high-intensity and large-scale "mysteries" in an "organized" way will inevitably be regarded as "weak" and must be "prioritized".

From this point of view, I also have a more familiar Father Edward. Most of them are the objects of priority exclusion in this category.

Father Edward should have been warned. In fact, he had become silent even earlier. I was able to gather very little information about him.

However, this silence is rightfully temporary, otherwise there would be no point for Father Edward to enter Las Vegas.

I suspect that his actions have made him a shield for Father Edward.

No one wants to create an opponent directly for themselves, but if you have to create an opponent, if you can choose an opponent, that's the best situation.

Those people chose me who was too active, and that's it.

The exhortation, or warning, brought by the connector, is, in my understanding, an ultimatum.

If I don't obey, then, all the previous scruples and self-control against the fourth-level demonic messenger will be lifted, and the upcoming ones will no longer be enemies of the level of third-level demonic messengers, nor will they be the temptations of the "monsters" one by one, they will free up their hands and carry out the most thorough and fatal blow to me on the premise of ensuring the minimum implementation of the plan.

If they are to ensure that the best plan is implemented, they will have fewer people at their disposal. Conversely, if only the minimum implementation of the plan is ensured, then the number of people available will increase.

I am deeply aware that the danger I am facing now is completely different from the level I faced before.

I can't predict how intense and dangerous the fight will be, but, in theory, in the eyes of others, it will definitely be more than I can handle.

Even though they still didn't have an accurate understanding of the ultimate strength of the fourth-level Demon Pattern Emissary, they also had great confidence in the strongest combat power they could use. In all the previous cases, this confidence was evident.

"You go, it's going to be dangerous. We are friends, and even if we will be enemies in the future, it will be a matter of the future. I turned around.

"The deepest night is intensifying, and the mystery is greater than anyone expected, so that it is no longer the case of a perfect execution of sacrifices. Those people will accelerate their actions on the premise of ensuring that the minimum expected goals can be met...... The settlement was both a sanctuary and a concentration camp for safety. The connector said, "Originally, the harvest would take place at the end, or there would be no special harvest of sacrifices, and under normal circumstances, people from this gathering place would not be needed to complete the ritual." However, the drastic change in circumstances has made this gathering place the key to accelerating the plan. Do you understand what I mean? Mr. Takakawa. ”

Of course I understand. In fact, I have long wondered about the existence of the gathering place and the humanoid system. Before the night of solitude has completely fallen, people are constantly gathering in this place as if they have been driven away, under various karmic encounters. They take this gathering place for granted as a shelter, but I don't feel that this gathering place is too different from other areas where people gather. I already have a hunch that the meaning of this gathering place as a "shelter" is not a natural existence of the "deepest night", but a purposeful endowment.

Perhaps for Old Hawke, this gathering place is like his native village, which has been like this for generations. But, from my point of view, the reality is, of course, more complicated.

The occult organization has taken advantage of what is available in the nightmare of the deepest night. Build on top of these things to build more on top of them to ensure that their own plans are implemented. They don't do too much that conflicts with the deepest night, but instead try to follow the trend and add fuel to the fire. It's like rebuilding a city on ruins, and the final city you get may have some flavor of ruins, but. What is most reflected is the style and function of the new city itself.

It's the same with this gathering place. Perhaps, the gathering place that Old Hawke knew. However, the mysterious organization used some means to reconstruct a new gathering place on the basis of the original gathering place, and finally the new gathering place became a "shelter...... and what the connectors call "concentration camps."

That's exactly what it does. So. Even if the horror of the night in the middle of the night was beyond everyone's imagination, they had no chance, let alone a hurry to adjust.

"It's not hard to imagine. They'll soon come and harvest the people here, but they'll be sacrificed to fill the gaps left in the ritual, right? I calmly replied, "District 51, or Doomsday Shinrikyo?" Or is there someone else? What about your net balls? What about the torchlight? ”

"Torchlight does not engage in frontal combat. We also don't get involved directly. But the Fifty-One District, the Church of Doomsday Truth, poured out. The connector said, "Restrained, no one will help you." Mr. Takakawa. Are you going to face the armies of two organizations alone? ”

"Why not?" I stroked the hilt of my knife and looked at the gathering place at the foot of the mountain, "My promise will not change. ”

"But that's not rational at all!" The connector was a little agitated and said, "We are friends, and because we are friends, I hope you can stop this senseless behavior." ”

"I'm sorry." I smiled back, but the smile hidden under the mask could not be understood by her, "I'm just a clown, a flying insect that fights fire, and a mentally ill person who is not very rational." So, let me do it willfully. ”

"Mr. Takakawa!"

"I still have dreams, and I haven't despaired, so I'm not going to die here." I said to her, "I am Takakawa, even if I die, I will fulfill my choices and promises, and drown in my crazy dreams." ”

The connector was silent for a long time, did not say goodbye again, and retreated quietly into the dense fog around him, and was completely lost by the wind on the mountainside.

I ignored it, staring intently at the gathering place. I don't think that coming to the cemetery halfway up the mountain is a natural consequence now, and it is not that there is some "mystery" calling me to this tomb of Gaochuan. There is nothing here, just an ordinary cemetery, but whether I meet a "talker" or a "connector", it means that I am here more of a human will.

The warning itself is of course true, but it is also an indisputable fact that my location and the location of the gathering place are a bit subtle.

"Come on, my broadsword is already *** unbearable." I muttered to myself.

Then, I heard the bell.

It's like a rattle, like a wind chime, and like a bell ornament hanging around your waist. The bell is full of penetrating power, from far and near, as if it has been drilling into the heart. However, the waves rippled in the heart lake.

Jingle bells, jingle bells...... Jingle ......

The rhythmic sound is like the ashes falling from the sky and the gray mist swept by the wind, all responding with the same rhythm.

There was a flower in front of my eyes, there was nothing around, and many figures faintly appeared. The movements of these figures were slow but firm, and they didn't look like any weirdness they had seen before, but they also had a strong flavor of "not being human".

As far as I could see, these people were faintly lined up in long queues, passing through the foot of the mountain and all the way to the top.

In the next blink of an eye, the sky above the gathering place was dyed red.

It's like piles of flames, licking the sky.

The gathering place seems to be on fire, and the fire is spreading faster than common sense, it is not a normal physical phenomenon, but a phenomenon directly generated by "mystery". In the wind, accompanied by the sound of bells, there was the panicked clamor of the gathering place. Screaming, screaming, collapsing, colliding...... The moment all kinds of voices were heard, they had reached a maximum, as if they had not had a beginning, and had directly entered the most tragic stage.

In the blink of an eye, a speed-skimming high-speed passage leading to the gathering place has been generated.

In my vision, when disaster really strikes, playing the role of a hero can make people better understand what hope is, and get the greatest voice and influence afterwards.

It's a very utilitarian idea, but it's something I think I have to do.

Those who have become sick have fallen into despair and madness, and one by one they have taken refuge in their own prisons, and thus completely lost the advantages of human sociality. If you can't show your mysterious power, what can you rely on if you lose even the mutual assistance and cooperation of ordinary people?

However, with the advantage of disguised heroes, you can better organize everyone.

Organized does not guarantee that the night will survive - in the end, the nightmare embodied in this nightmare is a kind of "mystery", and it would be foolish to look at the "mystery" with any common sense. The erosion of people in the deep night is carried out first and foremost at the level of consciousness.

However, if the organization is useless and waits for death, if not in the despair of the night, it will die under the plan of the mysterious organization.

No one can be sure of the best way to deal with the night, but if you're dealing with a mysterious organization, it's certain that an organization is better than no organization at all.

It's just that the invasion of those established malices on the gathering place is even more strange and direct than expected, as if it has skipped the beginning and directly entered the moment before the climax. The spread of the fire was completely contrary to common sense, even though I was in an invisible high-speed corridor, and everything around me seemed to be in a state of near static, but the phenomenon of the fire generating and expanding still showed no sign of stopping.

I crossed the mountains and forests, and galloped across the trails. Everywhere I passed, I saw no strangeness of the old and new in the deepest night, but all of them were filled with the hazy figure with the ringing of the bell. They were shadowy, ghostly, but they never crowded in my path, and no matter how I rushed towards them, as I approached, they would still only appear around me, and what seemed to be in the way was like an illusion.

The untouchable figure has spread to the mountainside. They went in the opposite direction to me, to the top of the mountain. (To be continued......)