[The sound of raindrops outside the window]

[It's still raining for three days and three nights]

【……】

Listening to the brisk but somewhat sad sideline song sung in the smoky voice in the headphones.

Greg Yorn strolled calmly in the rain.

It is quite appropriate to play this song while doing the activity.

As a member of Everday, secretly developing Musou like in Assassin's Creed is not really a main job.

But after getting permission from the higher-ups.

This can be regarded as the main job of carrying out orders.

If we talk about proficiency.

It can even be said that it surpasses the proficiency of most people in their main business.

Killing is a skill that every member of Everday must learn.

As for things like killing scum.

When I was studying at Chenxi College, I often went out for social practice.

It can be said that I have done a lot.

After all, Yong Zhou’s tradition is to use the criminals and scum that exist secretly in society as sandbags for students to practice.

If every official member has the lives of dozens of gang leaders, drug lords, and fraudsters on his hands, he would be embarrassed to call himself an official member.

And Greg Yorn is no exception.

Having received professional training and possessing extraordinary willpower, he never hesitated when slashing with the knife.

On the upper level because of the public memorial time.

And it allowed him to kill on a large scale without having to hide.

He has spatial abilities.

He immediately began killing in the rain according to the route that had been planned long ago.

[The street looks dim]

The street managers of the survivor base, who looked like human beings, secretly pocketed the supplies that were supposed to support the front lines during the disaster.

He hanged him on a street lamp.

[Muddy alleys]

The three strong survivors secretly raped women and children during the disaster.

He turned him into a human centipede.

[Inside a room with closed doors and windows]

The survivor who was sleeping soundly secretly stabbed to death a seriously injured soldier in the team during the disaster.

He woke me up and watched me being stabbed three times and stabbed six times.

…

There are many more experiences like this.

Greg John also saw too much in each memory.

If not for being a member of Eternal Day.

He felt that the world was full of filth, and then he turned around and started indiscriminate slaughter to purify the world.

Although he is a member of Everday, he also feels that he must go back and receive some psychological treatment after completing this mission.

He was in those memories after all.

I have seen too much unpredictable evil in people's hearts.

The evil of human nature is as great as this.

The fallen ones must be strictly cleansed.

This heavy rain seemed to be meant to cleanse the filth in the world.

During the Greg Yohn operation.

Not only has it not gotten smaller, but it has become more and more serious.

The sky darkened a little more.

It was clearly afternoon, but at this moment it was already as bright as evening.

And Greg John had been in action for a while.

Then he began to move towards the goal he had left until the end.

That is... the military camp.

Military barracks at the New York Survivor Base.

Here are some people who think that no one will discover their crimes.

They are unaware of their sin.

In the face of the dimensionality reduction attack of supernatural power, everything is revealed clearly.

The kind of exploration that is conducted by spiritual, causal means.

Ordinary people are completely defenseless.

Greg Yorn saved them for last.

He calmly walked past several construction vehicles parked in the rain.

Don't worry about whether you will be seen.

He just headed towards the military camp with a clear goal.

Military camp is the abbreviation here.

The full name is the New York Survivor Base Military Management and Garrison Office.

In this militarized era, this is the center of the New York Survivor Base.

It's brightly lit here.

The survivors outside dare not use electricity indiscriminately.

There are no scruples here.

Although there is no wall at the outermost part of the military camp, there are sentry boxes and searchlights.

Greg Yorn just flashed by.

Just casually crossed this obstacle.

Behind the sentry box, some people who could barely be considered powerful after the disaster, some families of soldiers, and some special talents lived outside the military camp.

This is the outskirts of the military camp.

However, it is the only place that can be called the inner city in the entire New York survivor base.

The inner city is inside the military camp.

The outer city is outside the military camp.

Although there are still a large number of survivor base troops patrolling and guarding outside the outer city.

But the closer you are to the garrison camp and the center of the base, the safer it will be.

Survivors of the disaster.

Instinctively, the city is divided into inner and outer cities.

Those with ability and connections came to the inner city.

This inner city is full of filth and dirt.

Just by walking on the street, Greg John could feel the crime identification formula that was temporarily fixed on his body constantly reminding him.

Among the many buildings around.

There are some people who deserve to be killed.

Due to the small size of the inner city, the density of people who deserve to be killed is much more exaggerated than that of the outer city.

Greg Yorn stood in the middle of the street.

Calculating the time it would take.

For the scums he killed in the outer city, he concealed some of their bodies, but not others.

Even though it's raining heavily now.

It won’t always be undiscovered.

Taking into account the time he had spent so far, in about twenty minutes at most, the news that there were many deaths in the city would reach the ears of some people in the inner city.

Although whether they know it or not, they cannot escape the judgment of death.

But if they become alert because of this, it will still be a little troublesome.

Thinking like this.

Greg Yorn turned off the music in his headphones.

The sound of rain around immediately reached my ears.

He didn't think much about anything else and quickened his pace slightly.

Next.

He had to kill his way through here quietly within twenty minutes.

………………………………

In the dark rain.

A streetside bar was brightly lit.

Compared to ordinary survivors who are still under wartime control and live a more frugal life.

The inner city is completely different.

After all, there are bars.

You can find it when you walk in.

This place is even cleaner than a bar.

There was no loud music, only a very gentle and barely perceptible BGM as background music.

On the TV in the middle of the bar, an old movie recorded on a disc was playing.

Eight men who were obviously soldiers from the survivor base were sitting around in the teahouse, drinking steaming red wine specially brewed by the owner.

Dispelling the chill brought by the sudden storm.

Apparently this place is reserved by Jun Ye.

Or rather, the bar's regular patrons are mostly military personnel.

After all, during this period of wartime control during post-disaster reconstruction, only military personnel were able to come to the bar for entertainment.

Except for those eight soldiers.

There were two other officers sitting at the bar, drinking mulled wine mixed by the bar owner.

One of them had a scar at the corner of his eye, but he was fiddling with a cross pendant in his hand.

The other one wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked particularly handsome.

The two chatted while drinking.

"Thiago."

"We still have to carry out the mission later, so don't drink so much."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said so.

His name is Steve Wells. He and Tiago beside him are both senior officers in the military camp and can directly mobilize an army of hundreds of people.

The two of them are now out with eight elite soldiers because they have a mission to accomplish.

Just because of the sudden rain.

I just sat down in this bar, and have been sitting there ever since.

"It's not an urgent task. Look, it's still raining heavily outside."

"Besides, mulled wine has a low alcohol content."

Tiago smiled and raised his glass in a toast.

Without waiting for Wells to clink his glass, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Wells calmly took back the glass and placed it on the table.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "No matter how low the alcohol is, you can't drink it like this."

No matter how much mulled wine is, the alcohol content will become lower.

That's wine too.

It's not water! You can't keep drinking it.

The boss's speed in mulling the wine was almost slower than that of Thiago.

"It's okay, I'll drink it as water."

Thiago replied indifferently.

Seeing that Thiago seemed to be ignoring him, Wells didn't say anything more.

He was not very familiar with this person.

I can only say that we are a little closer than an acquaintance.

Because the tasks were arranged to come out together.

Now, because of the sudden heavy rain, we are trapped here together.

So he said nothing more.

Instead, he looked at the cross pendant that Thiago was holding tightly even though he was so drunk.

With a hint of curiosity, he asked, "What's the story behind this cross?"

As his voice fell.

Thiago's drinking action obviously paused.

The hand holding the cross pendant tightened a little.

Wells was keenly aware of the sadness that flashed across Tiago's eyes.

This made him unable to help but smile.

He had used his position to commit all kinds of evil before the disaster period, and during the disaster period he secretly killed many people.

I love seeing other people sad.

This simply made him crazy with excitement.

It drove him crazy to the point where he could barely hide his disguise as a decent human being.

However, when I saw the deep sadness in Thiago's eyes gradually disappear and become bright again.

Wells couldn't help but frown.

He doesn't like to see light in other people's eyes.

Anyone who dared to show this look during a disaster would have their eyeballs dug out and kept as a treasure.

so.

Wells spoke decisively, interrupting Thiago who was obviously lost in reminiscence.

"Whose relics are these?"

Wells asked directly.

He was keenly aware that the cross pendant was most likely someone else's.

After all, the shiny little particles on the chain behind the pendant don't look like the style of a 1.9-meter-tall male soldier with a scar at the corner of his eye.

Or maybe it’s because of the bleak atmosphere of a rainy day.

Faced with Wells' repeated questioning, Thiago did not continue to hide the truth.

Knowing that everyone in the disaster had experienced separation to some extent, he slowly said, "She was a beautiful woman..."

Thiago's story is not long.

In the story.

Tiago met the woman in the chapel, both of them were believers in the Lord.

Because of some beautiful coincidences.

They walked into the marriage hall together.

Only three years had passed when the two began to consider having a child.

Disaster has struck.

Although he hurried to the church as quickly as possible.

All that was seen was a bloody ruin and cross necklaces scattered on the ruins.

That was a token of their love.

After that, they encountered the army, returned to the team, and gathered refugees.

Until the day Chen Yidian appeared.

The scene of countless pure white feathers killing the monster seemed to make him see the coming of the Lord.

Thiago has been praying for an angel to come since the disaster struck.

I was deeply impressed at that moment.

He knew it was an angel!

The Lord is eternal day! Perhaps his wife just went to heaven to enjoy bliss before him.

From that day on.

Every day he held the cross left by his deceased wife in his hands and resumed his daily prayers as he had before the disaster.

It is for his wife's peace in the afterlife.

It also gives me a reason to persevere.

Tiago said.

Tears flashed in my eyes.

Wells, on the other hand, could hardly contain his excitement.

Especially when he heard Thiago talking about the bloody ruins, combined with the sadness on Thiago's face, it was almost unbearable for this pervert.

Unfortunately, the story is not long.

Apparently Thiago didn't want to go into detail.

Wells wanted to say something more.

But then he heard the communicator on Tiago ringing.

Seeing this, he kept silent.

Tiago put the communicator to his ear and said in a drunken tone: "Hiccup~ This is... Tiago Carlieto."

Wells did not try to move closer to listen.

In fact, given the current distance between him and Thiago, even if Thiago doesn't speak out loud to communicate, he can still hear most of what he says.

Let's distinguish them a little.

He then heard the voice of his immediate superior.

“Stop drinking!”

"Thiago, there's a problem in the outer city! Multiple patrols have found bodies of survivors, and now some elites from the outer city are investigating everywhere."

"You and Wells' mission is cancelled. Take your people to patrol the inner city immediately to see what happened and whether there are many corpses in the inner city."

The voice on the other end of the communicator sounded a little anxious.

However, the urgent tone from his boss sobered Thiago up a little.

"Yes! Got it!"

Tiago shouted seriously into the communicator.

He then hung up the call and looked at Wells who was standing aside with a serious expression.

"No need to say it, I heard it."

"Let's go now?"

Wells raised his hand to signal Thiago not to say anything more.

Just about to stand up and get ready to go.

But suddenly I heard the door of the bar creak open.

The sound of wind and rain outside poured in.

The bar immediately fell silent.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

Because everyone knows that it has been raining heavily outside for quite a while now.

You should come in and take shelter from the rain.

You should have come in a long time ago.

Most of the people who come here now are wandering the streets during heavy rain.

so.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

I wonder who this person is who came in the heavy rain.

Under the gaze of everyone.

A hooded man slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

He lowered his head.

Can't see the face clearly.

It was raining heavily outside and this person didn't have an umbrella, but he didn't get wet at all.

As the man closed the door.

Block out the sound of wind and rain outside the house.

The eight battle-hardened soldiers and two officers present couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill.

They felt like lambs being locked up and slaughtered.

There was an oppressive aura coming from the hooded man.

This person is definitely not simple! Everyone couldn't help but secretly raise their vigilance.

The bar owner consciously and silently took several steps back.

"Hi everyone, my name is Greg Yorn."

"Sorry, I killed too many."

"I couldn't control my murderous intent for a moment."

Greg Yorn took off his hood and revealed an innocent smile.

With his blond hair and blue eyes.

Looks exceptionally handsome.

But no one present cared about his handsomeness.

They were all there at the moment the hood opened.

I felt an even stronger sense of oppression.

Greg John's aura did not weaken even after he took off his hood.

It was like an ordinary rabbit suddenly facing a tiger.

Instinctively warned me: I can't win! Everyone was having trouble breathing.

Greg John looked at the people around him who were shocked by his aura, and understood why.

He saw too much evil in people's hearts today.

There are also many scumbags who take action to deal with it.

Even though he had been treated with the total spiritual power technique, there was no blood or traces on his body.

But the murderous aura continued to increase.

This kind of thing that exists in the dark.

He can restrain himself.

But it is not necessary.

Saying that he couldn't control his murderous intent was just talk.

For the last scum who is about to be dealt with, approaching with murderous intent will probably leave a deeper impression on him before he dies.

It turns out.

Wells was shocked by this murderous aura.

My legs feel a little weak.

He had an intuition.

He realized that this mysterious man who suddenly appeared was coming for him.

This intuition is so strong.

In a trance.

The approaching murderous aura gave him hallucinations.

It was as if I saw a surging sea of ​​corpses and blood approaching me.

This moment.

He felt as if he understood what it felt like to have a life that he had once toyed with at will, and what it felt like to face his approach when it was powerless to resist.

But fortunately.

He finally struggled to make a sound: "Subdue that man..."

Wells hadn't finished speaking yet.

I felt a flash before my eyes, and then a feeling of pressure in my throat and neck.

Waiting for the reaction.

He found that Greg John was standing in front of him, holding him up by the neck.

Those eight elite subordinates in military uniforms.

At this moment, they all fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

A strong sense of fear and suffocation began to arise.

Wells's face began to feel flushed.

“Ahem…Help…Help…”

Wells struggled with his legs, trying to pry Greg John's hands away, while constantly trying to call for help.

It’s a pity that the eight subordinates were knocked unconscious the moment Greg John came over.

The bar owner and Tiago Carlieto were also knocked unconscious.

Wells was left alone.

I can clearly feel that hope is getting farther and farther away from me.

"Come, prepare to count your sins..."

Greg John was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed and he looked at Thiago who was knocked unconscious by him.

Or should be said.

He looked at the cross pendant in the hand of the knocked-out Thiago.

He can feel it.

There is a hidden power.

A constantly fluctuating spiritual power reaction flickered on the cross pendant.

Special spiritual props? Who made it?! What effect does it have?!

Something must be done now! This thing is ready to go!

Countless thoughts flashed through Greg Yorn's mind.

Looking at Wells who was being strangled by him.

He didn't have time to think about it, and cooperated tacitly with Raven to quickly and continuously engrave various forbidden spells on the body of Wells, a living person.

Those are special energy supply and amplification techniques such as burning souls, burning flesh and blood, and burning spirituality, as well as several sealing techniques.

Treat Wells like a born pervert and scum.

Greg Yorn was not rigid in ensuring that he would be brought to trial.

Yong Zhou has never been rigid.

In this special situation where I don't know what happened.

In the case of having to deal with the cross, which has unknown effects.

It is great to use it as a mobile battery and blood pack.

"Don't forget to judge him with Hell's Coming. In this way, you can also add a spell to absorb his pain and convert it into energy."

Raven 1191 reminded from the side.

Apparently Greg Yorn felt that what he was doing was not enough.

Greg Yorn glanced at Raven 1191.

He gave him a look that said "you're the real scumbag", and then did what Raven 1191 said without hesitation.

Hell is coming, a mental torture technique.

It immediately brought endless pain to Wells.

Then it is transformed into energy by spiritual power techniques.

Many other spiritual power techniques were also activated at this moment.

Wells, who had already fainted, immediately began to tremble all over, and his flesh and blood withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But at the same time.

The overflowing energy lit up several sealing spells on Wells' body, turning this scum into a scum glowing with golden light.

"Now!"

Greg Yorn growled.

He carried Wells directly to the cross that was raging with spiritual power.

Without hesitation, he pushed him down even though he had become just skin and bones.

In an instant.

The sealing technique is activated.

After absorbing Wells' energy sacrificed through various sacrificial methods, as well as the energy continuously provided by Greg John.

The sealing technique is very powerful.

The spiritual power riot of the cross seemed to have stopped.

This made Greg Yorn breathe a sigh of relief.

But this breath is not over yet.

As Wells turned into a human-shaped seal, a more powerful force surged in his body.

seal.

Obviously useless.

That’s not all.

The little flesh and blood on Wells' body began to roll and gather from the outside to the inside.

Along with the bones.

Condensed into a ball of flesh, it wrapped around the cross.

Then.

The flesh evaporated, leaving behind only the cross that seemed to have absorbed it all.

It turned blood red.

It gives people a sense of foreboding.

"Oops, something went wrong."

Greg Yorn swallowed.

Things were moving too fast and unexpectedly.

The sudden appearance of a cross pendant with raging spiritual power made him subconsciously stop judging and killing.

He then sacrificed Wells in preparation for sealing the cross.

As a result, Wells, who he wanted to kill in the end, could not even form a human seal at this moment, and instead became the nutrition absorbed by the cross pendant? And this cross pendant.

During this process of failing to seal the seal, after absorbing all the blood and flesh...

It became weird.

That blood-red color doesn't look like a real cross at all.

The next moment.

From the blood-red cross, a blood-red light shot up into the sky.

Under Greg John's confused gaze, it pierced through the ceiling of the bar and reached the sky.

The amplification turned into endless blood light.

The blood dispersed the dark clouds covering the New York survivor base.

The afternoon light should have come in.

But at this moment.

Instead of the dark clouds and rain that descended upon this world, there came a majestic presence following the blood.

It was a huge eyeball that covered the entire New York survivor base.

Countless white feathers form wings, waving behind the huge eyeballs.

The bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

The blinking eyelids and the constantly changing focus of the pupils seem to indicate one thing:

This eyeball... is "alive"!

It looks extremely scary at the same time.

There was also an ethereal voice like singing, coming from a high place along with the appearance of the eyeballs.

He kept whispering something incomprehensible in the ears of everyone who saw his eyeballs.

Everything.

They are all so weird and sacred.

(End of this chapter)