The disorderly raindrops hit the lake surface, creating infinite violent ripples.
Thunder and lightning moved among the black clouds, with violent flashes and occasional muffled sounds rolling across the sky and earth.
In the library of the lakeside house amidst the lush green forest, the record player plays the orchestral music of Vivaldi, a court musician from the Baroque era.
Corpses, specimens, blood.
The elegant old-school suit and blood-red sunglasses exude the luster of purgatory.
His words.
"There is no horror in the world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of the frozen sun and the long days of mist and chaos."
Randy took a deep breath.
But it made him frown.
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Countermeasure Bureau, one of the temporary strongholds on the surface.
"Is he dead?"
Gray spoke with some urgency.
"Just now...his position disappeared, just now."
The member of the Countermeasures Bureau replied that if Gray could be so moved, he must be an extremely important person, but now he.
"Is it possible that the locator is malfunctioning?"
Gray wants this member to confirm.
"Absolutely not...as long as the brain can still transmit emotional fluctuations, it can only be...death."
he replied.
Gray looked at the heavy rain outside the window and fell into silence.
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In the library room.
Randy took two steps back, and he felt it again.
The same smell I smelled when I first met Colin.
He couldn't feel where Colin came from or what he did.
It's not caused by cheap cigarettes and alcohol.
It's that he doesn't seem to have any smell.
A wandering soul looking for a physical body.
He can enter anyone's personality if he wishes.
For him, all seats are empty.
"What a cold-blooded person. Even your former wife is going to be sentenced to death. How can you still sit there so calmly?"
Randy had no idea what was happening. Colin was suddenly a different person. There was no ups and downs in the cerebral cortex. He couldn't feel anything, not even a little bit of fear or anger.
Even though it is the last time to go back in time, as long as you die this time, you will die completely.
Infinite weakness enveloped Colin's body, but that was meaningless.
Suddenly.
There was a buzzing alarm from the coat hanging on the Barry wood hanger. It was Colin's anchor instrument, which was sending out a frantic alarm.
Randy has tested it and the effective distance is obviously only ten centimeters.
boom!
Because the sinking speed was too fast, the internal pressure suddenly rose, and the violent chaos caused the anchor point instrument to explode, shattering into a pool of glass fragments, and spilling blood and mercury.
Colin had no expression on his face and stared at Randy calmly.
"No one can be so indifferent to their former lover. It's your problem. You're going to die." Colin glanced at the briefcase on the workbench, which had his name on it, and discovered something he hadn't discovered before.
details.
"Randy, it turns out that your name, your interests, your aesthetics, and your so-called pain are not as elegant as the third-rate magazines on the street stalls."
Colin said extremely coldly.
But Randy was not offended,
"I never said that."
"This is indeed a rather vulgar and despicable hobby, which is despised by others."
Randy's tone was flat.
"Is it."
There was a little sarcasm in Colin's eyes.
"You misunderstood what I meant."
"It's not mean or noble or not."
"It just makes no sense."
"Even the most tragic death is just a continuation of the chemical elements."
"Just like Joan of Arc's burning at the stake, it is just an oxidation reaction at best."
Colin's tone was cold and ruthless, as if coming from the abyss.
Randy felt like he was in the freezing cold winter.
Randy paused for a moment.
"What a blasphemy!"
He suddenly went crazy.
Click!
The wire blade swept across fiercely, but due to Randy's anger, it was a blind blow and did not tear Colin apart.
It just scratched from his right eye downwards and cut to the corner of his mouth, where bright red blood oozed out.
But when the blade cut through, Colin didn't even blink. He was extremely calm and indifferent, like a dead person among the dead.
Randy held on to the table beside him. He realized that he had lost his composure, his breathing became faster, and he felt a little at a loss.
Even Randy himself couldn't believe it.
Just now, I was actually angry.
For decades…
It's been so long.
Angry for the first time.
Is this what anger feels like?
He froze in situ, as if his belief had been shaken, and he couldn't find any words to refute.
Any vocabulary.
Bang bang bang...
The eight blood collection needles inserted into Colin's body were directly broken due to the power of his blood, and they all fell to the ground.
At the same time, endless energy and blood gathered in Colin's body, and the severed tendons of his hands and feet returned to their original state in an instant.
He stood up and stood half taller than Randy's head.
"Vivaldi..."
"Um."
"It doesn't suit your current state of mind."
Colin walked to the record player, selected from a large pile of vinyl records, and finally found a song he was familiar with.
Nelson's Oriental Festival March.
Putting the record into the machine, the room began to reverberate with extremely high-pitched music.
"Are you afraid of something, Randy?"
"But I don't know how to do your tricks like smelling things and pretending to be a ghost."
"But I'll try my best."
Colin took off Randy's sunglasses and put them on his eyes. He picked up Baudelaire's poetry collection from the workbench and started to read. He turned to a page at random.
A poem called "Blessing".
He randomly selected a passage and began to recite it in an extremely lame tone, more like some kind of frivolous hooligan.
"And when I get tired of this blasphemous joke."
"I will lay my strong yet graceful hand upon him."
"My nails will be like the claws of a harpy."
"Cut a path to his heart."
"The heart that beats like a baby bird."
"I'm going to tear it, bloody, out of his chest."
"I will throw it into the dust with contempt."
"Let my beloved hound have a good meal."
"Tsk..."
Colin clicked his tongue, a little disdainfully, and said in disbelief: "How many decades have you been playing this idiotic trick?"
Click, click, click...
Countless coils of wire spread crazily from Randy's body, wrapping around Colin like a python strangling a helpless lamb.
boom!
The blade contracted and twisted violently, instantly tearing Colin into pieces and exploding into a shower of blood, which spread throughout the library and dripped everywhere.
On the table, on the floor, on the bookshelf.
"Now it's my turn."
The blood coagulates instantly.
It's even too late to react.
It was as if he had never suffered any injuries at all and appeared intact on the same spot.
It's just that he seemed to have forgotten to repair the wound from his right eye to the corner of his mouth, because the weak and painful feedback made him not pay attention at all, leaving a scar.
That resilience... is too fierce, too fast.
So fast...
It's so fast that it's like... going back in time.
Use blood as water and bones as sand.
A bright red guillotine appeared from Colin's palm, using his own pain as the driving force, and slashed towards Randy.
Ding……
With the crisp sound of gold and iron, Randy injected his strength into his arm and blocked the blow. There were violent sparks scratching on his arm.
but……
The move based on the water jet of the aerospace industry was not only powerful for a moment, but as Colin's endless energy and blood surged, the slashes continued.
It is fundamentally different from the last time I used it.
Colin's blood and bone sand proliferated crazily, and he frantically injected pressure into his palms.
One hundred MPa.
Two hundred MPa.
Three hundred MPa.
The source is the ultimate pain of wearing away one's own flesh and blood.
That kind of pain.
The ultimate torture and pain, the excruciating pain of squeezing bones and crushing them into sand, accompanied by violent spurts of blood, made Colin not even frown.
That blade.
Like a waterfall of blood rushing.
Four hundred MPa.
Five hundred MPa.
Randy's metal-infused arm began to lose its support, and gradually began to show wear and scratches. The sparks flying from the confrontation of strength illuminated the entire room.
Nine hundred MPa.
A pressure of one thousand megapascals.
Let alone gold and iron, no material in the universe can survive this kind of pressure.
Click...
Randy's arm was directly removed by Colin, and fell to the ground with a clatter, and blood flowed from the wound.
Immediately afterwards, those guillotines swept across Randy's body crazily, cutting him in half, removing his legs, and spraying out violent red liquid.
Then, from those wounds, tens of thousands of iron wires erupted, destroying everything around them without any purpose.
Click, click, click...
The entire house was shattered in an instant. Under this crushing force, everything was cut into extremely broken pieces, including Colin.
Continuously shattering.
Continuous reorganization.
Randy used metal to restructure his body, stood up on his legs, and cut Colin frantically.
Colin is like an undead, a curse on Randy, and he cannot be killed no matter how hard he kills him.
It's a battle of this magnitude.
It's just a duel of pure strength, nothing else, just to see who can draw more visions from the abyss, until one of them is completely exhausted.
Until Colin reorganized his physical body again.
The weird instrument of torture appeared in front of Randy again, an ancient medieval artifact that could hold an iron cabinet for an adult, with an iron statue of a woman wearing a luxurious crown on top.
It is the Iron Maiden.
The door cover slowly opened, making an extremely harsh squeaking sound, and countless wires erupted to entangle Colin and drag him directly into the Iron Maiden.
The moment the door cover closes.
There was no way to know what was happening inside. We could only hear the sound of iron pieces twisting and the sticky sound of flesh and blood being separated. We could only know that it was an extremely terrifying thing.
boom……
Like a balloon filled with ink being crushed, blood violently overflowed from the gaps in the Iron Maiden.
boom.
Another crazy hemorrhage.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The house has long since been razed to the ground.
The Iron Maiden violently squeezed out blood like a bursting dam again and again.
The hazy and gray sky echoed with rolling thunder, and even the wildest wind and heaviest rain could not wash away the overwhelming smell of blood by the lake.
Randy's fingers were trembling. Due to injuries and excessive use of visions, his power was gradually drying up, and the Iron Maiden gradually faded into a shadow.
But.
Colin was unscathed and seemed to have experienced nothing.
His cold eyes stared at Randy without emotion. All the pain was just like the breeze blowing on his face. He turned his arm into a bone knife and injected the surging energy from the different space into his whole body. He felt that now he was really like
Monster-like, with strength and explosive power, they are like creatures from outer space.
That speed... was too fast.
It was as fast as time was being cut away.
Colin flashed in front of Randy in just a few steps and slashed like crazy with his bone knife. His speed could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, but there were just white flashes. Randy also stirred up the wire blade to fight back quickly.
, the clanging sound is endless, and sparks burst out in the heavy rain.
But Randy gradually became weak and could not parry Colin's attack. The speed of the sword could not keep up with Colin's speed. His body was cut with wounds one after another, as if he was being executed by Ling Chi. There was not a good piece of meat on his body, and the raging
It was overflowing with blood, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, it was terrible to see.
"Your tarot cards suggest... that it is the God of Death."
"Your spiritual driving force comes from the end of things."
"It's precisely because you can't achieve anything that you have such a strong driving force, isn't it?"
"The people you have killed have turned into undead, torturing your mind."
"You desperately want to end all this, so you can only fight evil with evil."
"Have you done it? Have those dead souls left you?"
"Still sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss that has no end, and pain is the only flavoring there."
"That makes you crazy, Randy."
Colin dodged back, his hair was wet by the rain, and he wanted to defeat Randy's last belief.
At the same time, all the blood that Colin shed slowly gathered and flowed together under his control, forming a sea of blood. This boiling red liquid slowly condensed the flesh and blood skeleton, and more than a dozen human-like creatures sprang out from it.
There is also a demon dog that roars violently.
However, this horrific scene could not scare Randy at all, the devil among devils.
"You're insulting me, Agent Colin."
"You don't know my past at all."
"Who's pretending now? Playing tarot cards, those ridiculous gypsy tricks."
The flesh that burst out on Randy's body was horrifying and covered in blood, but he still had some strength left. He realized deeply that he was no longer able to defeat Colin at this time, and his horrific visions showed no signs of exhaustion. Continue
If you continue to fight, you will only be defeated.
However, it is possible to escape even if you try your best.
But he would never do that. He would never be a deserter again, fleeing from a battlefield full of flesh and blood corpses.
Nation, land, hatred.
Trenches, tanks, armor-piercing shells.
Concentration camps, gas, massacres.
The blood-red land and the burning sky.
He won't run away again.
Randy picked up his blood-red sunglasses from the ground with one arm and put them on his eyes again.
"You are strong, Colin."
"I have never seen anyone as powerful as you."
"Death here is the best destination for me, and six of your colleagues will accompany me on the road to hell."
"Even so powerful."
"But can you really handle it?"
"The people in SCT are a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times crazier than me."
"Besides, who says I can't end everything."
"At least, I can end myself."
Click.
The Iron Maiden reappeared, and the door cover slowly opened, but it was not Colin who was dragged in, but himself.
"We'll see you in hell, Agent Colin."
"I will reserve a seat by the window for you then."
Maybe I thought of something.
He suddenly smiled, a happy smile, and the door cover slowly closed.
