Latent Syndrome

Chapter 58 58. Oriental Festival March

The disorderly raindrops hit the lake, creating infinitely violent ripples.

Thunder and lightning moved among the black clouds, with violent flashes and occasional muffled sounds rolling across the sky and the 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 a purgatory luster.

His words.

"There is no horror in this world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of the frozen sun and the long days of mist and chaos."

Randy took a deep sniff.

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 he is now.

"Could it be 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, feeling 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.

But he didn't seem to have any smell.

A wandering soul in search of a physical body.

He can enter into 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 rose sharply, 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 an expressionless 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 with 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, and is despised by others."

Randy spoke flatly.

"Is it."

There was a little sarcasm in Colin's eyes.

"You misunderstood me."

"It's not mean or noble or not."

"It just makes no sense."

"Even the most tragic death is but a continuation of the chemical elements."

"Just like Joan of Arc's burning at the stake, it is at best an oxidation reaction."

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 side table. He realized that he had lost his composure, his breathing became faster, and he felt a little lost.

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 place, 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 a head taller than Randy.

"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 won't do your trick of smelling 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 it. He turned to a page at random.

A poem called "Blessings."

He chose a passage at random and began to recite it in a very 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 flutters like a fledgling."

"I'm going to rip it, bloody, out of his chest."

"I will throw it in the dust with contempt."

"Let my beloved hound have a feast."

"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 sword scroll violently contracted and twisted, tearing Colin into pieces in an instant, and exploded into a rain of blood, swaying throughout the library and dripping everywhere.

On the table, on the floor, on the bookshelf.

"Now it's my turn."

The blood condenses instantly.

It’s even too late to react.

It was as if he had never suffered any injuries at all and appeared intact.

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... was 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 power 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’s 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 that wears away one's own flesh and blood.

That 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 wear and scratches gradually appeared. The sparks flying from the confrontation of strength illuminated the entire room.

Nine hundred MPa.

pressure of one gigapascal.

Not to mention 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, blood flowing 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 wire blades 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 tiny pieces that could no longer be broken, including Colin.

Continuous crushing.

Continuous reorganization.

Randy, who was cut off to only half of his torso and was severely injured, gasped for air, used his strength to form metal to re-frame his body, stood up on his legs, and cut Colin crazily.

Colin is like an undead, a curse on Randy, no matter how hard he kills him, he cannot be killed.

To this level of fighting.

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 strange 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 was 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 going on inside. I could only hear the sound of iron pieces twisting and the sticky sound of flesh and blood being separated. I 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 had 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. Even the wildest wind and the 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.

When the shadow faded away, Colin remained unscathed and expressionless, as if he had not experienced anything.

His cold eyes stared at Randy without emotion. All the pain was 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 he was really like Monster-like, with strength and explosive power, it's like a creature 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.

After more than ten seconds of intensification, Randy gradually became weak and unable to parry Colin's attack. The speed of the sword could not keep up with Colin's speed.

Click...

There was a cut on the arm, and the flesh was bloody.

Click...

The skin and flesh on the legs were gouged out and turned outwards.

Click, click, click...

On the torso, on the head, on the back, on the abdomen.

His body was cut with wounds one after another, as if he had been executed by Ling Chi. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, blood was flowing violently, and the skin and flesh were ripped apart, which was horrible to look at.

The crazy Colin had no intention of stopping and was inflicting crazy torture.

"Your Tarot cards suggest... the God of Death."

"Your spiritual drive 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 it all, so you can only fight evil with evil."

"Have you done it? Have those dead souls left you?"

"Still falling deeper and deeper into an abyss that has no end, and pain is the only spice there."

"That makes you crazy, Randy."

Colin ducked away, his hair wet from 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 have no idea about my past."

"Who's pretending now? Playing with tarot cards, that ridiculous gypsy trick."

Randy entered a state of near-death. He knelt down half-kneeling and was breathless. The flesh on his body was extremely frightening and covered with blood, but he still had some strength left. He realized deeply that he was no longer able to defeat Colin at this time. His terrifying vision shows no signs of exhaustion, and he will only be defeated if he continues to fight.

However, it is possible to escape even if you try your best.

But he would never do that, he would not 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.

Blood red land, burning sky.

He won't run away again.

Randy picked up his blood-red sunglasses from the ground with one trembling arm and put them on his eyes again.

"You're strong, Colin."

"I've 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, they 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 save you a seat by the window then."

Maybe he thought of something.

He suddenly smiled, a happy smile, and the door cover slowly closed.

Click, click, click...

Randy.

died.