The four of them trekked hard in the rain. The dense and towering trees around were already charred by lightning. A piece of wood pulp and leaves sank into the swamp. The mudslides have caused landslides in many places. They must be very careful not to be dragged into the mud that keeps sliding.
In a daze, the three of them didn't know how long they had followed Sinrata, and they were almost lost in consciousness by the heavy rain.
But it was almost as sudden as it appeared, and the heavy rain disappeared.
The sky and the earth were shrouded in blood, and Sinrata stopped and held the knife tightly.
“…I can’t get out.”
"Ah, what did you say?"
Rozim shivered, this was not good news.
"Damn!"
Hank Evans' scream made Rozim look back, and this time he was the one who cursed.
"Damn!!!"
Something was growing out of the void, and Rozim fired at the thing that wrapped the subspace demon flames as it formed, but it was not broken or weakened. It just absorbed those bullets and blessed flames, like thunder and rain clouds absorbed the sky.
Then a huge central eye appeared on its chest, eight more of which were blinking around it, and the pupils without eyelids were filled with tiny lights that looked like stars.
"Give it back to me!"
This sentence made Rozim's will ache, his soul felt pain, and he knelt on the ground.
Then he saw what it reflected on the silver skin of the thing, and his heart began to hurt.
In every fragment, every fragment, Rozim saw his face, lying on the operating bed, his eyes were hollow and covered in blood.
That was the scene when his surgical transformation failed—
"Give it back to me! I will give you the supreme power! Make you stronger than Astart! You will no longer be a loser!"
Rozim felt blood flowing out of his ears when he wanted to take out the mysterious crystal. He could no longer tell whether it was a reality or a dream.
"Don't look at it, and don't obey its bewitching."
Suddenly, something pressed on his arm, Rozim looked up and saw Sinrattan's green eyes.
After a shiver, he woke up.
"No! Damn it! Who are you!!"
Amid the angry roar, countless shadows began to flash around the four people, all with shadows with claws.
"Eno, the humble poor man."
The sound of responding to it is bright and clear, and extremely pure.
That was the voice of Sinrata.
Master Sinrata stood in front of the mirror-like thing and looked at it. His knife made a preparatory posture, but his expression was relaxed, and even smiled, illuminated by the sub-space demon flames around the demon's body that continued to grow.
"You...how did you know this name!"
The moment he said this, time solidified, and the demon waved a split claw, which now grew wings, and the feathers were made of broken glass, and many broken mouths repeated the sentence softly.
"How did you know this name!"
The first time Madell showed his true body was very huge, filling all the space in front of Sinrata. Its body made of a mirror rubbed against the real world, or its entire body was a piece of blood-stained crystal, and its wings were made of multi-faceted and broken glass. Four long arms stretched out from the inside, with colorless glass claws at the end.
When they hit the ground, mud and water were burned.
Looking at this behemoth, Sinrata just smiled slightly.
"You used to serve a cruel god, and now you serve a group of nothing gods. Isn't it sad?"
Seeing the other party speaking, Madell was obviously stunned for a while, and then it was immediately angry and howled.
"Who are you!!!"
Then it moved, and its body bounced forward like a giant glass python preyed on it.
Sinrata also moved, with an extremely fast speed, like a ray of lightning.
The moment the two figures intersected, a huge glass arm flew up, accompanied by Madell's roar.
"No! You are not a human!"
Just as the two were fighting, Rozim, who was supposed to be bound by time, suddenly moved, and the Hellfire Stone he carried on emitted a scorching energy.
He blinked, but heard a sound.
"You are the one who was sacrificed, they took away your right to be blessed, and you should have been as powerful as Soshyan-"
The voice came from all directions, from Rozim's mind.
He blinked, locked in place by the evil forces of more than a dozen images flashing from the demon's reflective silver surface.
He saw his efforts to become Astarte, the tribe's arena was stained with blood, and saw the relatives killing each other directly for a place.
"You have not seen the truth of fate and the truth of time. They have blinded you, preventing you from seeing the truth of the road ahead. You can only be a tiny flame like a needle tip, a small, insignificant light in the void of eternal darkness."
The image changed again, this time he was trained with the candidates, those who had passed away, familiar.
Soshyan, Aksai, Nad and Arkan, they crossed the corridors of the Obsidian Fortress, surrounded by hundreds, laughing, and noisy.
Soshyan always seems very serious, Aksai always keeps jokes, Nade says few words but very tricky, Alkan always responds and is reluctant to express himself.
And he—
He is still dreaming of becoming a space warrior and spreading across the battlefield.
"What a huge price, it's just for the death of a martyr."
The operation began, and the boys were cut into pieces one after another, like animals, with only a few living people.
"Shut up! You bastard!"
This sentence came out between Rozim's clenched teeth, and the heat washed over his body again, as if he was having a fever.
It spread out from Rozim's heart and flowed into his limbs, almost igniting the scars he left during his transformation.
Then, even under the control of the demon, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
The gunshots sounded, and the bullets exploded on the crystal skin of the thing, but it was not enough to break the demon, but it seemed to break its spell.
But unfortunately, the sound did not disappear.
"Look, they'll all die, one after another, their light will disappear one after another until you are the only one left."
At this moment, Hank Evans next to Rozim also moved, but he almost yelled at the demon:
"Ahhhhhhh! Go and die!!"
The poor chef kept holding the trigger of the gun until the magazine was empty and the bullet hit the other eyeless eye of the demon.