His sword
Why, why, why why...”
The parrot screamed uncontrollably. He had no idea why he had been seen through, let alone why things had turned out like this.
His lover is dead!
“You really tried hard.”
"But if I live with a doll of my lover, I will do whatever it takes to make him realistic, rather than a dull symbol sitting at the dining table. Similarly, I will never let my lover be locked up in this cold and lonely basement with those who have hurt him—"
"Most importantly, you once said that you two would be together forever! How can someone who truly loves someone and kills him/her think that the other person has broken his/her promise?"
There are more loopholes: Why does the person in the mirror know how to kill him? They are obviously enemies! If it was Mason, he would never tell the other party his life. In other words, this is a trap.
The real medium is the hostess, the doll that carries all of Heyman's thoughts. He just uses himself as a target to attract fire so that he can take the opportunity to kill the intruder!
The bright red hair pierced the mistress's body for the second time, completely shattering her head. As the last breath faded, a strong emotion rushed towards Mason along the hair. Regret, hope, happiness, pain, despair... The girl's voice was like a little bird, circling in his ears.
"Heyman, I'm so hungry. There's nothing to eat here..."
"Hyman! I found some moss today. These are all for you!"
"Hyman, I saw corpses today... They were eating corpses..."
"Hyman, I'm so scared...If those bastards find us, we will definitely be caught. I don't want to die!"
"You know what? Heyman, I've always wanted to have a parrot. We'll be free like a bird, right?"
"Hyman!"
"Heyman."
"Heyman——"
"...I'm sorry, Heyman."
"Heyman, I love you."
In every dark night, he would think of her voice. They abandoned their dignity as human beings in the castle and tried their best to survive. Even the most desperate reality did not let them give up hope.
As long as there is each other.
As long as she is there.
As long as she lives...
"You killed her..."
The parrot - no, Heiman stared at Orelius, its body melting and constantly uttering fierce curses.
"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, whoever separated me from her, go to hell. We will be together. I am so hungry and in so much pain... "
Sophia...my most beautiful and lovely girl...the girl who always smiles at me no matter how hard it is...
The entire castle shook violently, the dazzling outer shell faded away, the comfortable bed was made of withered straw, and the gorgeous decorations were nothing but broken spider webs. The ground was piled with rotten corpses that had been eaten, and as the black mist spread, the dead slowly climbed up from the ground and walked towards the place where there were still humans.
Ricks, who was in the corridor on the second floor, witnessed the zombie transformation. He screamed and trembled as he hugged Ronald tightly. Before leaving, the hostess did not hurt him.
"Knight! You can't abandon me!"
“…”
Seeing the scene where Gang Gang Rex used his ability, Ronald subtly didn't want him to hang on him. But out of his character of helping the weak, he acquiesced to the other party's approach.
“Ding ding ding—”
A sharp reminder sounded, and after the superficial illusion faded away, the intercom finally reappeared in everyone's pocket. Ronald took it out and answered it. Rambo's slightly hoarse voice rang from the other end of the phone: "Gather at the door and prepare to break out."
"Roger that. What about Rex? He doesn't seem to have recovered his memory yet."
Rambo, who was cracking the door, had a cold expression on his face. A bloody wound was cut on his waist and abdomen, revealing some bones. The girl faithfully performed her duty, tearing apart all the corpses that approached.
Thick darkness leaked out from the crack in the door. Rambo narrowed his eyes and said, "Bring it here and throw it into the black mist."
In addition to conflict, intense fear can also awaken memories.
For the Black Mist Expedition Team, the black mist itself is the most deadly fear.
…
In the unknown basement, an amazing change is taking place.
The castle twisted and twisted endlessly, revealing its rotten and filthy interior, and the owner's form also changed. Human evil thoughts and obsessions entangled this body, tearing a huge mouth.
"It" waved its hands, and its skin was covered with mouths drooling, grabbing the souls and stuffing them into its mouth. "It"'s form broke through the limits of human beings, it was a terrifying monster that only existed in fantasy.
Let it be destroyed, there is no hope.
Despair now, you who destroy hope!
"He has given up his mind!!"
The dead souls screamed and tried to escape being devoured. But it was in vain, because they were originally part of this huge monster. Sophia, Heiman, and the dead souls no longer existed at this moment.
Aurelius was like a slippery fish, easily avoiding the other's long tongue, turning around and running upwards at a very fast speed.
The monster pursued relentlessly. All the black mist obeyed its command and entangled the prey. The heavy shackles shackled the young man's legs tightly, as if they were a heavy mountain.
He dodged the monster's attack with some effort, and his knee suddenly hurt. The man in the mirror emerged from the black mist with two undeads, grabbed his knee, and had a weird and twisted smile on his face.
"So hungry! So hungry! So hungry! I want to eat you!!"
The ghost who always thought he was planning to escape did not know until his death that everything about him was expected by the lost. But he achieved amazing results: the only secret he kept forced his enemies to resort to the last resort.
Destroying the medium won't kill Heyman, but it will burn all his emotions and drive him completely crazy!
The red-haired young man had cold eyes and used his strengthened hair to pull away the ghosts with great force, but this was completely unable to stop the endless rebirth of the dead souls, not to mention that there was a big thing behind them.
“Ding ding ding—”
Just then, something suddenly made a noise in his pocket.
"???"
Mason was full of questions, dodging the attack and taking out the thing. The contactor that Rambo had given him earlier appeared at some point, showing that it was connected.
"Can you hear me? Zizizi... We have left the castle."
The middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the intercom, with a little electrical noise.
"...Can't let the Lost go...Zizi...Rix said you have a way to destroy...Zizizi...contaminated...weapons..."
"Ziz....connector...ziz...the back is disassembled..."
This connector, specially made for black fog, eventually failed to withstand the huge pollution in the basement and extinguished the fire with a click. But that was enough!
Mason quickly opened the back cover of the connector and found a long and thin repair pin hidden inside. It looked like the mobile phone pin he used in his previous life. Why on earth was it hidden here?
It's totally unimportant now.
The red-haired young man suddenly threw himself forward on the steps, and the long frog-like tongue brushed past his head. The surface of the tongue was densely packed with spiral teeth, and one could imagine the terrible price of being hit.
Everything stopped here. The red-haired young man pierced the skin with the needle without hesitation, and the blood permeated scarlet. In the howling of the undead and the surging black mist, the holy prayer pierced the roar of the monster, bringing the smell of gold and iron burning in the hot flames.
"His blood is silver, and His bones are gold. All that is watered in His bones and blood is His armor!"
The dazzling light reappeared, and although it was a little reluctant, the repair needle still reconstructed into a snow-white thorn sword. The red-haired young man grasped the hilt of the sword, stepped on the last step, turned over and jumped up, cutting off the opponent's long tongue!
"Those who are suffering and crying helplessly. Prisoners who were judged evil but never treated kindly. Souls who never deviated from their beliefs but were forced into despair."
The spells that formed the thorns on the narrow sword suddenly jumped, and everything melted away wherever the sharp blade touched. The bloody energy that gushed out filled the entire basement, and complex red lines spread along the cheeks and neck. Chaos! Murderous intent! The spreading smell of blood was nauseating, but only the eyes were as bright as before.
——In this world.
Good will be bullied by evil, and new evil will be born among pitiful people. If there is a good person among a hundred bad people, he will definitely become the object of oppression; the reason why people respect the strong is only because they cannot conquer them.
There was once a swordsman who had the honor of traveling with the most chaste knights in the world and guarding the World Tree together with many pure people. But in the end, he realized that he would never become a knight.
Because kindness cannot solve all problems, humans are ignorant followers of the masses, and someone must act as a scale to judge their evil and protect their good; to carry the curses of countless people and move forward, and to stand firm while carrying the hopes of countless people.
"Please rest in the blood and fire, on a long and endless journey, with thorns on your body, waiting for the final confession of the sinner—"
Bricks and rubble continued to fall, the monster howled in pain, and aimed its countless mouthparts at the enemy without a care.
The long tongue was like a rain of arrows, and the young man's eyes were cold. Without dodging or retreating, the sharpest sword pierced through the armor and the air, smashing the obstacles and colliding directly with the huge and ferocious body!
Smelly blood spurted, broken flesh danced in the air, the shining sword pierced into the core, and the thorns symbolizing the scars of sin sucked it, emitting a seductive red color.
The crystallization of the holy soul, the weapon that wipes out sin. Through it, a voice gently knocks in the young man's ear.
It asks: What about you? Who are you to judge others?
If killing is a sin, then aren't you, the most cruel person, the sinner who deserves to be executed?
Where were you when we were in despair, when we were dying, when we were hungry, when we were suffering, when we were being slaughtered?
The figure of the young man was reflected in the monster's ugly and turbid eyes. In the dim space, even though he was surrounded by murderous aura, he was still the only person who could be called a human being here.
Horrible and bloody, anyone would be as horrible as them. But his eyes - those dark golden eyes were still clear and calm, looking at the crazy monsters as if they were looking at a flower, without disgust, surprisingly clean. The sword blade was sent to the deepest point, as if answering the endless questions, he gently recited the last prayer.
"Don't be afraid. The punishment you receive is my punishment, and the sin you commit is my sin."
"From now on, I will walk with you into the depths of hell."
Aurelius was not a true knight.
He never even wanted to be a hero like his brother because it was too tiring. But even so, he still had a small wish.
Neither evil nor justice. He raises his sword again and again, acting only on his own will, killing to stop killing, slaughtering the weak who have fallen into darkness, and seeing through this world that forces people to become crazy. He is not worthy of being a savior, but he is not a bad person either.
In the story, the dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon, but before that, he is willing to bear the thorns and always walk on his own path.
Because his sword was made for this.