The night in the wasteland was completely dead and dark. Except for the dead bodies on the ground reflected by the motorcycle lights, the weak light only illuminated half of the figures of Chainsaw and Arnold.
The other parts were lost in the pure and boundless darkness.
"the truth?"
"Please be sure to let me know."
In the lighthouse on the rock, there is the mysterious stargazer, the prophet who sees the future. He can influence everything, but he cannot influence his own destiny.
This makes Chainsaw think he is the chosen one.
The astrologer can indeed foresee what will happen in the future, but he cannot foresee himself. He only sees things, but cannot penetrate into his own nature.
This kind of thing has never happened before. He can always see through everything about others, but he can't predict himself.
In his words, he does not belong to this time and space, and is a person outside of destiny.
"I passed by some of your institutes."
"I found out what you were up to."
"Honestly."
"You are as prescient as all the sages who have come before you."
"Like all his predecessors, he is stubborn and stupid."
"You always want to create a paradise without any pain and absolute peace."
"But there are no absolutes in this world."
Arnold said so.
"Yeah."
"Isn't what you said absolute?"
"It's really interesting."
"It seems that we have fallen into unsolvable things and barren paradoxes. Absolute and relative cannot exist at the same time. If we say that everything is absolutely relative, we have fallen into chaos."
"This makes no sense. The two are just man-made concepts that build on each other and establish each other."
"And you seem to have forgotten your identity."
"I can kill a person and keep him alive for a while. Then I can see the person's true nature."
"Sadly."
"Although it's just intuition, you don't have this kind of innate gift."
Chainsaw watched Arnold hold the revolver in his hand, and he took out an automatic pistol in a hurry.
Arnold didn't feel displeased or angry at Chainsaw's sarcasm or sarcasm, not even in the slightest.
"Yes, what you said is correct."
"So you finally understand where I stand."
"Exactly what you thought."
Arnold's tone was extremely indifferent.
But the chain saw felt a kind of oppressive force that it had not seen for a long time. The hint of the chariot was activated, like the blue flame that burned the infected. It was purer and bluer than that, and it was refined countless times, as if it had extracted the entire
The world's human brain fluid is as blue as the sky, possessing the wisdom of the entire human history.
The pistol began to deform under the influence, possessing extremely powerful power, but he was still the same as Arnold, not in a hurry to raise the gun.
"So what's the truth?"
"I'm ready to find out."
"I want to see the cruelty in it."
In order to re-establish order in this wasteland, Chainsaw will do whatever it takes. The Countermeasures Bureau has lost the meaning of its existence, so it is up to itself to complete its unfinished business.
Sometimes he couldn't help but think about what kind of thing human beings are. In the end, he understood that human beings are civilizations, dragging unevolved bodies from thousands of years ago to the present existence. It is not wisdom that makes human beings not like hair and drink blood.
, are just great symbols that have been honed over the years.
When everyone else is dormant, someone must take charge of the overall situation. The overall situation is at all costs, and these symbols are truly precious things.
"You are trying to carve out an independent world without any interference from outside forces."
"But we encountered an unbreakable bottleneck."
"Not for any other reason."
"It's just that it's simply impossible to do. It's completely ridiculous."
"Because someone has done this before you."
"Before the Doomsday."
"That independent world is called the Symbolic Realm. It is so impregnable that even the final darkness of the universe cannot dismantle it."
"It needs to be gradually and subtly introduced."
"And you already know the result, and you still ended up at this point today."
"You are just going back and forth doing things that are ineffective and hopeless and fail again and again."
As the motorcycle's fuel bottoms out, the light it shines becomes weaker and weaker.
The chain saw has some movement.
"No."
"Just like I said before."
"You can't default to victory."
Chainsaw said calmly.
"I see."
Arnold said so.
The fuel was completely burned out, the motorcycle headlights no longer illuminated, and the surroundings fell into a completely lonely and empty boundless darkness, and the silence was suffocating.
The two men raised their guns at the same time and pulled the triggers.
The rest.
There was only gunfire.
And those noises roared in their ears for a long time.
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Inland sea.
The vast expanse of dark sea water, with weak waves, feebly lapping against a majestic reef.
The sky is filled with fine acid rain, thunder is rolling, and strange green lightning is heard from time to time. The nuclear winter curtain penetrated by lightning creates blood-red ravines.
This lighthouse is already a product of the Middle Ages and is extremely old. No one knows why Rhodes settled here. Maybe it is just because it is difficult to get here and it is relatively peaceful.
Those blood beasts transformed from humans are completely stupid and blind. Many of them have dementia and fall into the sea without knowing where to turn. In this dead sea full of nuclear pollution, they will not drown and evolve into something more...
Bizarre creatures.
Unless you are an extraordinary person, you will basically not be able to reach here if you ignore these things and the hell-like Dead Sea.
Rhodes had a female assistant, and she had already spotted a lone boat slowly becoming clear on the horizon.
It's not appropriate to call it a lonely boat. It's just a piece of broken door panels, not even a raft for survival in the wilderness.
The female assistant reminded Rod.
But he acted as if he had known it for a long time, and just told the female assistant just like he had received all previous visitors.
Twenty minutes later.
In the attic of Rhodes' dilapidated lighthouse, a man covered in black robes sat opposite him, and his head was covered with a monk's hood, as if he didn't want people to see the ugly face underneath.
Because it was faintly visible that his entire arm was being backfired by the strange phenomenon, with scarlet blood scales, sharp claws, and weirdly long fingers, completely turning into a demon's hand.
"I heard you are a stargazer."
"Know the past and the future."
"It's best that way."
The voice of the man in black robe was low and hoarse, like a living dead.
"It's just what others said."
"Do you need any help?"
"I really don't know what else someone like you could want."
"After all, you have destroyed the entire world."
Rhodes said calmly.
"No."
"On the contrary."
"But it's okay if you say so."
"I'm not here to ask for your help, and I don't have any questions."
"Because rule number two is."
"There can be no doubt."
"I'm here to kill you."
"Some people, they don't like the word destiny."
"You always say it and take it as the truth."
The man in black robe took off his hood. His hair was shaved to less than one centimeter, and his face had horrific scars from being scratched by a giant beast. It even penetrated his cheek and could see the ghastly teeth.