Ultra: Dark Tiga, but the silver-haired beautiful girl

"This is...the gate to heaven?"

Keller stared at the door that opened before him.

There was a dazzling white light inside the door, which looked very holy.

The dozens of gray-robed people on the stage were shaking with excitement.

Then, the prophet slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed their bodies.

In full view of everyone, dozens of shadows floated out from them.

They were suspended in the air, looking at their bodies excitedly, and their vague faces could be vaguely seen.

This scene also made everyone present fall into frenzy.

A warm atmosphere filled the entire cave.

"Oh my God! It's a soul! It's really a soul!"

"Really! I saw Old Tom. Isn't that Old Tom?"

"Praise our God!"

...

"Go, my most pious people~"

The prophet waved his hand.

Then, these souls seemed to be attracted and fell into the door in the air.

The white light became brighter and swallowed them up.

An old man's voice came from the side: "I'm so envious. I don't have to suffer the hardships of the world anymore."

"wrong..."

Keller murmured.

The old man asked, "What?"

"I said it's not right!"

The Tai Chi pattern above Keller's head emitted a faint white light.

He looked through the door and saw the scene behind it.

Countless hideous and cold blue souls gathered behind it, and surrounded the human souls that rushed into the door with a grin.

Just like a delicious piece of meat thrown into water full of piranhas, the human soul is torn, gnawed and devoured.

The wails and screams of souls filled his ears.

He looked back at the fanatical believers around him and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"you..."

"Can not you see?"

"Those people were eaten..."

Keller's voice was shaking.

No one responded to his voice, including the old man next to him.

Their eyes were fixed on the door in the void, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods.

Then, in Keller's eyes, a layer of gray membrane-like object appeared on the blue souls that had eaten the souls.

As if they had gained permission, these blue ghosts easily passed through the door and descended into the world outside.

The believers' fanatical calls could be heard from all around: "God's messenger! God's messenger!!"

Now that they have come into this world, they seem to be observable only.

But it also confirmed Keller's thoughts.

This so-called church is a scam.

He pulled the old man next to him and said, "Uncle, let's go!"

"Leave? Why are you leaving?"

"It is such a great blessing to be able to see the messenger of God!"

"That's not a messenger of God, that's a demon!"

Keller lowered his voice and spoke anxiously.

"How dare you! How dare you be disrespectful to the messenger of God!"

In contrast, the old man's voice suddenly rose.

His shout successfully attracted the attention of people around him.

"Uncle, you..."

Keller was a little confused.

Believers all around stood up, and gray crowds occupied every direction.

In the midst of the grayness, Keller felt the overwhelming malice.

Only then did he realize that the entire cave had been shrouded in a faint purple mist at some point.

Everyone turned a deaf ear.

As the mist was breathed in by the people around, their eyes visibly turned blood red.

"How dare you...insult the envoy of God..."

"It should be punished..."

Hoarse voices came from all directions.

Keller was just a teenager after all. He nervously held the old laser gun at his waist, his body trembling slightly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the stage.

"It seems that there is an interesting little fellow among our believers."

Is a prophet.

He was suspended in the air, his eyes emitting a gorgeous purple light.

"Ask him to come up."

The people around rushed forward and dragged Keller onto the stage.

At this time, those "messengers of God" had already merged into the bodies of those dead believers, standing there expressionlessly, like sculptures.

"Um..."

The Prophet circled around him.

"You are the one who insulted the angel of God?"

"I saw it all. You are not some kind of messenger of God!"

Keller tried to mask the fear in his voice.

"Those souls were eaten as soon as they entered the door!"

"You are simply devils!"

"Oh?"

The prophet gave a surprised expression.

"You said those souls were eaten?"

He stood in front of the stage and shouted to the believers below: "My God's devout believers, are you willing to be eaten by God's messenger?"

Keller hadn't expected this man to be so straightforward.

He looked at the people below with anticipation, trying to find a trace of anger on their faces.

However, he did not find what he wanted.

On the contrary, the people below showed happy expressions.

"Is there such a good thing?"

"What an honor it is to be able to merge with the messenger of God!"

"Will our dirty souls affect the purity of God's messenger?"

"God's messenger, please eat me!"

...

Hearing the voice below, Keller turned pale.

No, you will be eaten...

Like a livestock... being eaten by the monster inside the door...

Why don't you get angry and resist?

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

"It's the mist!"

"It's the purple mist that controls people's minds!"

"Oh? You can see it..."

The prophet's voice sounded in his ears, carrying a chilling breath.

"I see, you have a disgusting aura of light energy..."

"Light energy... I really miss it..."

Seeing that the prophet was lost in thought, Keller took the opportunity to pull out the old-fashioned laser gun from his waist and pointed it at him.

"Get rid of that fog! Or I'll shoot!"

In response, he was mocked by the prophet.

Then, Keller felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

He turned around and saw a group of people with bloodshot eyes.

One of them still had his hand in the throwing position.

"How dare you disrespect the prophet!"

"How dare you point a gun at the prophet!"

"This guy! He's a demon!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

...

Amidst this malicious cry, the Prophet laughed.

He said, "My God's people."

"You are right."

"This guy is a devil."

He had a mocking expression on his face, looking at the panicked boy in front of him, and spoke word by word.

"And those who kill the devil can enter the gate of heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy breathing sounds were heard from below.

With the roar of wild beasts, the gray-robed believers swarmed forward and rushed towards the thin boy.

The prophet's expression became increasingly mocking.

"Light energy..."

"The most beautiful moment of this kind of thing is when it turns into despair..."

"That taste couldn't be more delicious~"

Intense pain spread to every part of his body, and Keller lost consciousness under the beating of the crowd.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and a large blood-red subtitle popped up in front of him.

"You are dead..."

"Tip: It is not a wise thing to defect in enemy territory~"

...

At the same time, in the real world, the brown-haired boy suddenly woke up and gasped for air like a fish short of oxygen.

He touched various parts of his body eagerly, then stopped and stared at his hands blankly.

"I'm not dead?"

As if waking up from a dream, he opened the intelligent brain and looked at one of the programs.

The icon of the little girl with silver hair and golden eyes was still making the (?? w ?? )y gesture to the camera, but the entire icon turned gray.

In the upper right corner there is a fan-shaped graph that continuously restores color, with a countdown indicated by tiny numbers on it.

"An hour..."

Keller plopped down on the bed.

Everything that had just happened was so real that he could still seem to feel the bone-gnawing pain.

"Is this a cult? It's really scary..."

"Is this really just a game..."

He stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"No, it's just a game..."

At this moment, the sound of a door opening was heard downstairs.

"Akai, come out quickly~"

"coming!"

He responded and walked downstairs.

"What are you doing, mom..."

He asked listlessly as he walked.

"I want to tell you something. There is a party tomorrow. You come with me."

The mother's voice came from not far away, revealing joy in her voice.

"I'm telling you, tomorrow is going to be a big event. The prophet will be here too. He's a big shot. Whether we can be saved from the apocalypse depends on him!"

Keller's eyes widened instantly.

At this moment, his mother's figure also came into his sight.

On the gray robe, the familiar door-shaped pattern with intricate totems carved on it was silently mocking him.

The words that appeared when he clicked the Aoshen icon emerged in his mind.

"Do you want to know the truth about the world?"

He murmured, "Is this... the reality of the world?"