Under the blood moon, ashes were sprinkled, and a frantic and desperate wind blew, and broken steps and leaves swirled and slowly moved at their feet. Inhuman cries came from the dark corners of the alleyway, hoarse and frantic, full of aggression, even if you didn't see them directly, it was enough to understand that these weirdos had been peeping through. I don't know from which house the hound jumped out from behind the wall, it has lost half of its head, but its eyeballs are full of the other half of its head, the pus flowing from the lower half of the body is dripping on the ground, and even the stone slab will be corroded, so that if it were a normal dog, it would have died completely before it became like this.

However, death is no longer eternal in the sacrifice of this deepest night, and the slain, the slain, the slain, the weird, is being reborn in the observation of chain judgment. The lack of parts in their bodies does not prevent them from getting up from the ground, the human form no longer means anything to them, therefore, they do not need a head or limbs, and alienation causes them to gradually lose their original shape and structure, and the original weakness is no longer a weakness.

The monstrous monster of a vicious dog has become huge, standing up to three meters tall and reaching five or six meters in length. Not only vicious dogs, but also birds and human bodies are all becoming gigantic, and what used to seem like a spacious room has become a narrow and fragile toy for them. They knocked down the walls, slammed them so hard that almost half of the room collapsed. Ordinary swords do no damage to them, and when their bodies hit something sharp in the ruins, only the sharp thing is damaged.

In the face of such a strange body and being surrounded by mystery, I don't think the people in the gathering place have any way to fight back. The original sacrificial power failed to penetrate all the rooms, however, now, a minute later. The weirdness had grown enough to destroy the seemingly solid rooms—I would still not be able to enter them if the owner of the room refused to let me in, yet these places, where even the winds of madness and desperation could not penetrate, would not be spared by the tremendous grotesque impact of my body. Seems. The reason for these strange changes is precisely for these well-sealed buildings.

The fear that permeated the air grew thick again, and I heard more screams, and people couldn't believe it, and the shelter that they thought was enough to escape the catastrophe collapsed like a building block. Still, I don't think the people in the gathering will be killed. Not all of them hid in rooms above the ground, and if they had chosen the cellar in the first place, they might have been able to hold on to this wave of sacrificial shocks.

In the sacrificial ritual, the speed of alienation is very fast, and the mystery it possesses cannot be caught up even with the use of a quick sweep, because the two are like different realms. And. Swift Sweep is unable to resist and heal the alienation, just as I am helpless against the alienation that has already appeared in the girl. And the reason why I myself have not been alienated. I think it's also the result of its own high degree of mystery.

There are already too many people who have died, and even death is not their final end, the sacrificial rites of the Doomsday Shinrikyo are tacitly approved by various mysterious organizations, and the purpose is not to turn the people and animals in this gathering place into monsters, and the alienation in front of them is only one part of the sacrificial ritual. It's hard to resist. It's like a disaster, but it's really just a precondition for the bigger scale of change that follows, an adjustment.

It's just that this level of weirdness, even if it becomes huge, will definitely not be my opponent. The trouble lies in. I also have to keep an eye out for the changes in the girl, and to be honest, she is also dangerous when she has begun to alienate. The girl could still save her mind, and she would be horrified when she saw the hideous and huge strange - although she no longer had eyes, her own alienation still seemed to allow her to "see" the outside world, but then, it was also possible that this inexplicable way of observation would plunge her into even greater fear.

In mysterious events, the act of "observation" itself has always been one of the direct ways of terrorist attack. People are limited and confused by their own five senses, and will do crazy things that are usually unimaginable. What impressed me the most was the Saya virus, people who were eroded by the Saya virus would have all their senses distorted by external objects, and then even their minds would be completely distorted, and eventually become a part of Saya.

However, in today's apocalyptic fantasy, Father Edward, the real creator of the Saya virus, is more handy at dealing with the alienation in front of him.

I thought so, moved my body slightly to avoid the weirdness that jumped out from behind the ruin wall, and slashed it in half with my backhand, and after a while, it would be reborn in this two halves, but now it looked like it was completely dead. Immediately afterward, the vicious dog-like weirdness surrounded me back and forth, trapping me in this narrow corridor. They are not completely irrational, at least when it comes to fighting, they obviously perform some tactical behavior. However, such an act does not make the slightest sense.

I could have jumped on the wall at any time and instantly escaped from this encirclement with a quick sweep, however, on this night, of course, it would be better to knock them out completely. I hope that someone is watching over here, and if I take down the weird, I hope that the people who are hiding somewhere, will have the courage to run out and rush to the chapel, which I think is the safest place at the moment. I'm alone, even if I'm just a porter, how many people can I rescue? I may be able to walk through the entire gathering place in a matter of seconds, but there are many people who resist me, and who resist weirdness, and become unreasonable because of the erosion of their minds.

Even if I forcibly take them away, how many people can I take with me at one time, and how many round-trips and how many searches will it take to rescue all those who may still be alive? After all, although I move quickly, I don't have much advantage in the face of such a change.

In the next second, I appeared next to the strange canine in front of me, and before I could react, I picked it up with a serrated broadsword and smashed it to the ground, causing a huge movement. I've been doing this all along, so there's a constant stream of weirdness coming to my side, and people fleeing from other places will be safer - I think so, but what the hell is going on. I'm not sure.

I think it's better to get most of the weirdos to come to me, and then I'll kill them all together. However, different people will have different ideas.

I can already hear the curses of someone cursing at this tragic fate. He also insulted hunters like me. Although I think that I am the only hunter in the true sense of the word, this colony did contain other hunters much earlier. Upon arrival at the gathering place, the hunters, like the others, hid in certain structures, resisting the approach of others. They have lost their hunter mentality, and even if their skills still exist, their hearts are no stronger than those of ordinary residents.

There were also some eccentric religious elements, and when I passed by their hideout, I was immediately driven away. I'm sure that some of them are also alienated, but. They insisted that they could solve it themselves, and rejected my interference. And I don't think so. They really have a way around it.

There are many unwise actions and ugly thoughts in this gathering place, but I cannot reprimand them from a righteous standpoint. Because words have no power. When they close their hearts, they will not be able to listen to any good intentions, and they will even misinterpret good intentions as malicious intentions.

The strange pounce of the vicious dog played out in my mind in slow motion. The combination of Swift Sweep and Chain Judgment allows me to be at home in any orderly action. In the blink of an eye, the serrated broadswords split them in two, and their terrible screams made the girl cover her ears tightly and her face pale.

When I came to the place where the more familiar inhabitants, young women and men with evil voices that I had never seen before, the house where they were hiding had collapsed, the lights had not yet been extinguished, but I could feel the chaos inside when I looked out of the window. I shouted a few times, and just as I thought they were all dead, and was about to turn away, the figure of the young woman appeared by the window.

"Ahem...... Here you are, hunter. She seemed to be wounded, the figure imprinted on the glass by the light bent painfully.

"Let me help you." I'll get straight to the point.

"No, there's no one to help me. This is fate, even if you are saved now, nothing will change in the future. The young woman's tone was full of calmness that saw through fate. She knows many things, but I'm not sure what she really thinks, I can only imagine that she is a pessimist. In fact, when the end of the world unfolds in front of people, pessimism is a normal emotion.

"Oh...... Ahem...... You also have a child with you. The young woman coughed a few more times, "You think you can save her?" ”

"It's not that I feel like I'm trying." I replied in a deep voice.

"It doesn't make sense." The young woman said, but she didn't seem to want to argue, and digressed the subject and asked, "Are you going to the chapel?" ”

"That's what I think is the safest place right now." I say.

"But it can also be the most dangerous place...... Ahem...... In the end, the most terrible thing is more terrible than death......" I heard her breathe deeply, "you will know, hunter, that sometimes, death is the salvation that fate has given to each of us, and to live...... Ahem...... It will only become more desperate and more fearful. ”

"Your injuries must be treated." I think there's something wrong with her.

"It's useless, it's too late. I'm going to die...... Ahem......" The figure in the window stood up, seemingly closer to the window, and she seemed to be looking at me and the girl, "I knew I would not be able to survive this night...... Ahem...... But that's fine...... All I want is to choose my own death. ”

With that, her figure shook hard, something collapsed, and a heavy sound sounded, and then, as if a strong wind was blowing through the hall, making a clear sound, the room she was in suddenly became extremely bright. In less than a breath, I saw flames coming out of the cracks in the doors and windows and spreading throughout the house. The firelight swayed in the wind, and the delicate and delicate figure stared at me and the girl in the flames.

The sound of wind and fire engulfed most of her voice, and the only thing that reached us was a slight cough and a hearty laugh: "...... Ahem...... Hehehe...... I can choose to die...... Ahem...... But what about you? Hunter...... Get out of here and do what you're going to do...... Ahem...... All that is visible will be destroyed, and all that is active will cease...... Ahem...... I'm going to go into a dream that won't wake up......"

The sound of a dream, carried away by the wind, suddenly woke up, the figure of the young woman had completely disappeared in the raging flames.

There was a low roar from the other side, and I turned my head to see a tall, deformed body that slammed into the wall and jumped in front of me. It had lost its normal human form, but since it came out of that building, it was probably the man with the evil voice. His current appearance is much more miserable than that of a young woman. Perhaps, the young woman was right, and it was already her luck to be able to choose death. At least, she won't become this ugly thing in front of her when she is burned to ashes.

Weird stood firm and threw a fist at me, it had a total of four arms, four punches in a row, so fast that even the air was compressed, and it made a huge roar. However, for me, this level of aggression is still too weak. By the time he had retracted his fist, I had landed on one of the arms with the girl on my back, and then, taking a big step forward, swung the serrated broadsword.

Wildly swirling jagged teeth, screaming with pleasure, biting at the neck of this huge grotesque one. Its neck is covered with sarcoma, and its cortex is thick, but it is also buttery in the face of a serrated broadsword.

The blade severed the entire neck, and with the blessing of the swift sweep, the flying head was cut into countless pieces. I leapt over the headless body and landed, without looking back. The young woman's words seemed to explain me that I was just a hunter. Even if I hadn't attracted the sheep-headed demon, there would have been more conspiracies to plunge this gathering place into the tragedy of the moment. In fact, I have known this result for a long time, and I am obsessed with it, not because I am ignorant, but simply because it is part of human nature, and as a human being, I still feel sad and painful about what I cannot do, even if reason reminds me that such emotional fluctuations are unnecessary and useless.

Soon, I caught up with a group of fleeing survivors, eight in all, all adults, but in danger under three bizarre sieges. Their fear is one reason, and the other is the mystery of the weird, which makes it impossible for ordinary people to fight back. (To be continued......)