Let the whole universe drop SAN together

The moonlight shone through the clouds on the unmelted white snow and the surrounding mirror-like puddles. There was nothing under the dome of the exquisite church, and the shadows of the surrounding buildings were still lifeless.In the moment when the thin clouds passed before the full moon, under the full-blown light, Nixon Evelyn saw the St. Martin bird flying over his head like a sword, tremblingly tearing the night sky and turning its pointed head , screaming and flew into the distance.

The door that looked like a huge mouth of the abyss opened suddenly, and the road covered with a dark red carpet stretched from the foot to the end where the light could reach.The statue with a blurry face stood at the junction of light and darkness, and a dry and thin man was curling up in front of the statue, prostrating his body and crying uncontrollably.Intermittent whimpers echoed in the empty church, bringing out waves of trumpet-like echoes.

Nixon was lucid at this moment. He recalled his experience of relaxing and arriving in front of this building he had never visited along the way, and the fear of the earth being swallowed by moonlight in his sleep came to mind again.

But the two satellites of Kemingting Town were hanging in the sky well, so he did not choose to retreat to the dark and silent road at a glance, but walked into the church cautiously like a person who was invited to a banquet for the first time.

The man kneeling in front of the statue seemed to be unaware of his sudden visit.

When Nixon walked to the center of the church, he heard that he was not only crying, but also kept apologizing to someone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that...but I can't help it...I deserve to be punished Executioner, I became the first person to pick up the butcher's knife..."

"Can you forgive me, please forgive me... They are all persecuting me. I, my daughter, I can't make up my mind to kill her. If she doesn't die for a day, she will be a thorn in my head." A sharp sword...they have my secret, I have to betray you to the Griffin family—"

Hearing familiar terms and professional habits, Nixon immediately pricked up his ears, but the man let out a scream at this moment:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OK! Please don't do it again uhhhh!"

The commentator took a step back in shock, the hairs on his arms standing on end.The slightly familiar man in his eyes screamed non-stop, rolled on the ground as if he was suffering from some huge unbearable pain, and hugged his seemingly unscarred body tightly, even in the process Knocked over the wooden armchair next to it.The chair slammed on the ground, and the statue in the shadow remained indifferent.

At this time, the moonlight was projected into the stained glass window again, shining on the other party's disheveled brown hair and twisted face.In connection with what he just said, an inspiration suddenly appeared in Nixon's mind, and he muttered to himself in disbelief; "Richard Tullham...? Why..."

"Please...please..." Richard Tullham was still crying and begging to the unknown existence, he seemed to have completely given up hope of living, "Please kill me, I know The mistakes I made can only be washed away by death. Please let me go and let me go to hell..."

At this moment, the emergency candles on the walls on both sides of the church were suddenly lit.

The orange fire instantly drove away the darkness, and Richard Tolem's side face wet with sweat and tears was illuminated by the candlelight. He tremblingly buried his head in his arms, as if he was in the court of judgment and was tortured by a raging fire. The flames burn.

Bright places become brighter.

The shadows hiding in the corners also become more intense.

And Nixon lost his voice, felt a creepy feeling at this moment, and almost fell to the ground - he didn't realize until now that there were hundreds of skulls that looked like humans and insects hanging straight from the ceiling of the church with thin wires. He was motionless in the surrounding environment, and his slightly yellow eye sockets were all aimed at Richard's position, like a group of silent jurors.

And on the long table directly in front of the statue, there was a coffin covered with roses and broken bones.Bishop Leopold of Kemingting Town lay in the middle of the pile of snow-white bones that did not come from humans, his eyes closed unconsciously, and his chest did not rise or fall.

—In view of the state of Richard Torum, Nixon could not even lie to himself that nothing had happened to Bishop Leopold except that he had fallen asleep.

His pupils were dilated, his breathing was rapid, and the muscles in his arms were trembling for no reason.Nixon took a deep breath, held his cold wrist tightly, felt the slippery sweat on his palm, and finally had no choice but to turn his gaze to the position of the 'Idol'.

It's not a statue at all.

Under the reflection of the fire, Nixon found that Richard Tullham was kneeling before the unknown entity that replaced the idol.

He was wearing a black robe that looked like a crow's feather, and the corners of the robe were like minions protruding from the chaos, spreading and eroding continuously on the colorfully patterned floor tiles.Nixon's eyes moved upwards uncontrollably, from his pale and thin finger bones, to his bony neck, and finally to that face that had never appeared in front of everyone——

"Hello." Azathoth said softly.

How to use words to describe that appearance that does not belong to humans?

Nixon thought in a daze—His black hair melted into the night, and half of his human face was so gorgeous that one couldn't help but want to worship and kiss.And the other half of his face is like a creation in the deep sea, with an absolutely undeniable beauty, but an indescribable horror.

It is like the best artist has a flash of inspiration, combining heaven and abyss in his mind, and depicting the imagination closest to reality.Nixon saw feathers resembling bird wings growing on that half of his head, as well as the sharp and rugged spine of the Zerg.The place where His jawbone is located is clinging to the pitch-black tentacles, wrapped in unknown crimson lines, like the fingertips extended by a demon parasitic on human flesh.

——What is even more unbelievable is that in this chaos, there is actually a pure white rose blooming.Its stamens do not look awkward in the middle of a group of evil companions, and they are still blooming with vigorous vitality amidst the decay.

Nixon barely heard him greet him aloud, in human language.

He took a few steps back dizzily, leaning on the tables and chairs in the church to keep his balance, and responded incoherently: "Yes...you...that Richard Tullham and Bishop Leopold..."

When he uttered these two names, he didn't know if it was an illusion. A red light flashed in the human eye of the other party, just like the blood flowing from the center of the moon in Nixon's dream.

"None of them died." Azathoth said, "You have heard Richard Tullham tell me about the crimes he committed."

"He deserves to be judged among you humans."

"He... He was coerced by others because of his wrong behavior in the past, and fabricated evidence to frame Igor." Nixon's years of professionalism and concern for his friends supported his rationality at this moment, "What did Bishop Leopold do? "

"Leopold's child was persecuted by the Zerg army passing by during his business trip to the border area, and unfortunately died in a foreign land." The god in front of him replied, "For the purpose of revenge, Leopold used With the reason of 'extracting good genes from both humans and Zergs', they used their authority and connections to imprison some Zerg captives, and used them to breed human-worm hybrids who had suffered a tragic fate from birth."

"Private communication between humans and Zerg would be considered treason."

"Richard Tolem was bewitched by Leopold 16 years ago and gave birth to a girl. But he chose to escape after he became sober, and he didn't meet the child for the first time until recently."

"So that's what those people are picking on?" Nixon said in shock. "Because he had a half-breed child with the Zerg in the past?"

"With your profession, you should understand the psychology of your own race better."

Azathoth looked down at him condescendingly: "Fear, disgust, regret, worry about the future, longing for further ambitions... It is the simplest thing to push a person astray."

"...I understand." Nixon lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at that face anymore, and even daring to recall it repeatedly in his mind. The feeling of fear and excitement coexisted in his heart at this moment, "What do you want me to do?" ?”

"Do what you're supposed to do."

—if you still consider Igor Sullivan a dear friend.

After saying this, the candles on both sides of the church flickered, and it seemed that they would soon return to darkness completely.

At this moment, Nixon Evelyn suddenly realized a key point - he kept clenching the wrist of his right hand with his left hand during the conversation, but he didn't feel any pain at all!

"I want to ask you another question...!" He asked loudly before the surrounding fires were completely extinguished, "May I ask if I am in a dream right now? Are you a real god?"

As soon as the words fell, Nixon's eyes went dark.

The next second, panting heavily, he opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.My colleague Mike was awakened by his violent movements, and asked vaguely like a raving, "What time is it...how did you wake up so early today?"

Just as the sky turned pale, Nixon stumbled out of bed and opened the curtains. He saw the St. Martin's jet-black wings spread out, splitting the silvery-white full moon still hanging on the horizon into two, drawing a sharp curve.

Then he lowered his head and found that the pain in his wrist was constantly coming--Nixon's left fingers were twitching constantly due to too much force, and the wrist bone of his right hand showed a black and blue patch.

"I had a dream..." He answered his colleague's question in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "No, it should be said that I dreamed of a reality."