The people in the gathering place inevitably transformed into strangeness from the moment the sacrificial ritual began. Some people are quickly eroded, and some people can barely maintain physical and even mental normality, but the wind of madness and despair blows them, and they will eventually be eroded as well. The lighting in the building is no longer a symbol of "safety", but more of a "tragedy of exposure", through the glass you can see the figures of the human figures, these figures running back and forth, shouting, arguing, and in the frantic tearing and scuffling, they no longer look like a person.

It's like the art of "shadow" in the world, I stare at them, slash the doors and windows with a serrated knife, trying to save these people while they still have their minds - how to save them? I can't really help it at all. Despair and madness erode people's hearts, and it is up to their own hearts to decide whether they can resist it. In front of me, the father and mother, who were living in the same room with their daughter, had fallen into hysteria, their heads had become bloated, as if they had been soaked in water for too long, and even their skin had become pale and fragile, as if they would decompose at the touch of it. Their limbs, on the other hand, have become even more bizarre, with tentacles and eyes, which are still recognizable shapes, but their lower bodies have completely melted and joined together, turning into an indescribable pair of liquid substances.

This strangeness formed by the union of father and mother seems powerless, but it makes people feel that it is not their alienation that causes this dying, but that they are still fighting with their last strength for the sake of their daughter, against the madness, despair and malice that try to destroy everything, the people they hold dear.

This spiritual struggle makes them weak and about to die. I noticed that part of the candlestick melted in their body, but it seemed to me that it was more willing to believe. This is when they are still awake, and the moment they understand that alienation is inevitable, they try to kill themselves with candlesticks. The daughter hid in the shadows in the corner, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shrank into a ball with trembling. She is only two steps away from the weirdness that her parents have become, but the distance between these two steps seems to be a moat, and weirdness can't be crossed no matter what.

The weird struggled, it squirmed desperately forward, the horror and malice, pulled by another force that came from within itself, making it difficult.

The more I saw such a scene, the more my heart was filled with pain and sadness. I raised my hand. The harsh sound of jagged whirling, in my ears, is also becoming more and more crazy. I blocked the girl with my body so that even if she opened her eyes, she would not be able to see the scene in front of her, and then, mercilessly, cut off the strange monster from head to toe, separating the half that belonged to the father and the half that belonged to the mother.

The father and mother did not die immediately. Nor did they revert back to their original human form, half of their respective bodies. Like a fish jumping out of the water, it convulsed like a suffocation. However, the eyeballs that grew out of this strange body flowed out black liquid, like tears. If it's tears, even if it's black. The muddy also made me feel a kind of struggle, relief and relief from human nature, and the color of pain, despair and madness, along with the evaporation of this black tear, gradually melted into the gray mist. With the wind direction, the wider world drifts away.

Struggle, relief, and relief, all this human beauty, disappeared with death, while pain, despair, and madness accumulated, making this deepest night even more cruel.

There is more than one weirdness that I have slain, and the beauty and cruelty shown in front of my eyes are more than this time. I knew very well that I might be able to save some people, but if I couldn't save anything, and I couldn't tell others, if I felt pain about it, it was pain that I had to bear.

Intense emotions burned in my chest, but I couldn't shed tears.

I turned to pick up the girl, only to find that her back was scarred, and a large number of tiny tentacles had been severed, but they were still wriggling, slowly eroding the girl's skin. She also began to be alienated, but not as drastic as her parents. "Dad? Mom? She seemed to sense something, and opened her eyes tremblingly, and in those small eye sockets, there were no eyeballs at all, only a seemingly endless dark void, which made her originally pretty face extremely hideous.

I didn't let go, my heart was no longer frightened to this extent, and I was sure that the girl's mind had not been eroded by the madness and despair, and it was not aggressive. I don't know if she could still see the room after losing her eyeballs, but she couldn't see her father and mother anymore, and even the strange body had been reduced to ashes much earlier.

The weirdness that I killed will turn into ashes, and along with the gray mist, it will be absorbed by the fourth-level magic pattern. It seems that the magic pattern absorbs these things that contain madness and despair, as if it were purifying the air, and can be seen as a means of clearing the night into the depths. An old hunter like Old Hawk regarded me as a natural hunter with a magic pattern, and perhaps it was for this reason. But at the same time, Old Hawk is also hopeless about the future of the hunter, and his actions and few words seem to imply that "the hunter will change in the hunt", and this change is one of the reasons why the night cannot be survived.

According to the logic of the occult, it may be that when hunters hunt for weirdness, they are gradually eroded by those madness and despair. The hunter has strong combat power and strong mind, but he can't avoid being eroded, and the more he hunts, the more terrifying the weirdness will become-for this reason, Old Hawk made the Hunter Seal. The seal prevents me from achieving the ideal combat state, hindering the operation of the magic pattern, but it will also theoretically prevent the breeding and spread of despair and madness in the hunt.

I don't know much about the Hunter Seal, and if I had to make a logical conjecture about the "Hunter Seal", then this is what I thought.

However, the Hunter Seal has been completely broken under the death impact of the sheep-headed demon, and the fourth-level magic pattern of ** is absorbing the gray mist and ashes of the deepest night at a speed beyond my own will, bringing me an endless source of power. I deeply feel that at this moment, even compared to myself when I fought with the "Child of Destiny" Novsky, I am gradually beginning to surpass. It is a transcendence of power, but it is also a transcendence that makes people feel worried and doubtful.

I didn't feel myself being eroded by despair and madness, my pain and sorrow were surging like proof of "normality". However, how long can such "normality" be maintained? I can only believe in myself. Hold on to your heart, and what needs to be done must still be done. If you want to leave the "deepest night", you just need to "wake up", however, the changes in the deepest night will eventually be reflected back to the peninsula after waking up. And then it spreads to the entire repeater world.

There is no place to be safe, and there is no place to escape. I thought, stroking the girl's head and saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to a safe place." "But that's just a lie of comfort, and the truth is, I can't even curb her alienation. Rather, it is just a conjecture, and perhaps the chapel where the humanoid system is located can do it—if the humanoid system is indeed part of the color center. There must be some kind of meaning for her stay in the chapel, and that meaning may be the last refuge for the surviving people in the gathering place.

I have a quick sweep and can walk through the gathering in a short amount of time, but it doesn't make sense. I thought I could do it. It was too late, the terrible mystery of the sacrificial ritual. The conservative behavior of people prevented me from acting in the first place. If their self-isolation is successful, then it is impossible for me to enter where they are. And if they had failed, I would have arrived too late, in the alleyway I had passed. Only such a little girl is still alive. Others have either died in cannibalism or have become completely weird.

Actually, I was surprised that such a little girl had survived, and my intuition told me. There will be no second child - I have never seen a child before in this nightmare of the deepest night, and theoretically, there should be no child. All the patients I met in this nightmare were adults.

Having children and not having children represent completely different meanings in the world of consciousness, and the gender of children also determines the more detailed meaning of this meaning. The girl's survival surprised me, but because of her presence, the fire in my heart was rekindled. Perhaps, her existence is a kind of hope. I don't know what kind of hope it is, maybe it's just a delusion caused by my sensibilities, but at least there's a soul here that I can save.

She is fragile, petite, deeply wounded, and the alienation she has appeared also means that her unpredictable fate has been biased towards a tragic and desperate future.

But she's not completely weird after all, and for me, that's enough.

The girl called out to Mom and Dad, and I didn't respond. My silence made her seem to understand something, and she fell silent. I carried her on my back, and she didn't struggle, just sobbed lowly, and then asked me, "Are you a hunter?" Big brother. ”

Big Brother ...... Will she be able to see my face under this mask? I thought, just humming.

"Brother Hunter...... Can I take that? The girl in the back pointed to the music box that had fallen to the ground, the shell of the delicate music box cracked, but it still did not hide the beauty of the decoration, not like a musical instrument, more like a luxury. I picked it up for the girl, and it seemed to touch a switch, and the music box sounded crisp music, a soft, sad but warm tune that reminded me of the girl's parents. At the same time, more weirdness jumped in from the broken doors and windows, as if they were also attracted by the sound of the music box.

Chain judgment has been observing the scenery within a radius of fifty meters, on the streets, in the corners, in the rooms, there are more and more weird, and even make people think, is there really so many people in the gathering place? In the distance, too, there were sounds of fighting, and there seemed to be other people, rushing in the direction of the chapel. Maybe people are hiding in their rooms, and it's not all ineffective, but it also means that I can't go in and help them unless they come out on their own. And when they get out, they have to face the terrible and crazy thing themselves.

They gallop, roam, and rebel in the streets, and all their actions, along with the passage of time, will also be corrupted by madness and despair.

I handed the music box to the girl lying on my back.

At the moment of my pause, four strange creatures swooped up, slashing with sticks, candlesticks, and knives in their hands, and a huge object smashed through the side wall, as if ready to kill me in one fell swoop while I dodged. It was a three-meter-tall giant, with seven or eight heads, most of which were gathered on a fat neck, and a small part was scattered on the body.

However, I had been prepared for these seemingly sudden attacks.

It's also weird, but as long as they are mysterious, they can't get rid of the concepts of "speed" and "process", and to me they are a bunch of chickens and dogs. I walked into the invisible high-speed passage of the speed-sweeping superpower, just like the weird ones I had slashed before, and the weirdness that jumped in and obstructed them, no matter how amazing they looked or how tall they were, were still vulnerable.

In one second, the serrated broadsword was swung seventeen times. All the strangeness that came up from the siege was cut and knocked away by the bursting shockwave, and even the walls could not withstand the impact. My eyes suddenly widened, leaving only a ground of broken corpses. I walked out of the main entrance, which was completely reduced to debris, except for a hole that was even larger than the original one.

The girl obviously has no eyeballs, but she seems to be able to see things that others can't. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Frightened and worried, he looked around him.

There was a sound, but there was no physical shape, and it suddenly flew past a street intersection on the near side. In chain observations, it resembles a giant wolf three meters long. As I walked across that street, it lunged up, opened its bloody jaws, and tried to bite off my head.

I just crouched down slightly, and with one more swing of the serrated broadsword, I cut it in half as it flew overhead. Blood was pouring down from the wounds, and I had already opened my way to fifty meters away. I think that since they did run out of their house, it was incumbent upon them to be escorted to the chapel.

Along the way, break into all the homes that can break in, kill the weirdness inside, and find out if anyone still survives. However, as previously estimated, ten rooms and nine empty. During this time, I also met the residents who still had their minds, but they became more confident in their defenses, refused my help, and mocked all the hunters. They didn't trust the safety of the chapel at all, but I wasn't completely sure that I would survive if I went there.

"Brother, where are we going?" The girl suddenly leaned into my ear and asked, and she seemed to realize that too loud would attract more weirdness.

"A safer place." I said so. (To be continued......)