Let the whole universe drop SAN together

It was once said to O'Casey Griffin that adults cannot perceive many of the world's secrets because their eyes are blinded by dull thoughts and spirits.

"Then how can I get God's gift?" He couldn't hide his eagerness.

"Go and beg," said the man, "go and call. Give all you have, and if God hears your prayer, He will answer."

want to live.

Want to have wealth that should not belong to you.

Want to be able to dominate other people's power and power.

Then go and make a sacrifice to the gods - O'Casey Griffin, so to speak.In four years, 89 Omegas were all killed by him.Use a knife to peel off the flesh and blood, revealing the pure and immaculate interior of human beings, stroke the trembling internal organs with rough fingertips, and pick them off one by one.

O'Casey's hands trembled at first.What remained of his human heart condemned his crimes, and the spirits of the dead haunted his dreams at night.But gradually, this person learned to peel off the last layer of moral shackles on himself, and then seek pleasure in meaningless killings.

The process of offering sacrifices is the process of domination.

Honestly, did O'Casey Griffin actually chant the name of God during those times?Maybe he didn't.He only thinks about himself, and only extracts twisted happiness from this mechanical torture and pain.

But when Erica sat on top of the statue, O'Casey suddenly felt that the endless eternity and power he had been pursuing was no longer an illusory and nowhere to be found shadow.

God must have finally sensed his calling.

The god must have finally realized his loyalty.

The secretary tried to persuade politely from the side: "It's too dangerous outside now, do you have to go out? We'd better wait for the superior's order and the response of the army stationed in the universe..."

O'Casey heard nothing.

He strode out of the room, smashed the window, and jumped from the balcony on the second floor. When he landed, his feet staggered, and his elderly joints wailed under the strain.He ran in the direction of Erica, in a mess, his black and white hair was blown away by the wind but he didn't care, and then asked loudly: "Who are you?!"

A few black-capped sparrows flew down from the treetops, and landed silently in front of the unattended camera. With their beaks in their mouths, they flew up to the sky and rotated 180 degrees. O'Casey Griffin's face.

Erica's voice came from a high place, clear as an oriole: "I am a servant of God."

A scorching color flashed in the consul's eyes. With trembling old arms, he took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Erica asked, "What did you do?"

"I offered a pure life to God!" O'Casey was so excited that he trembled, his voice almost screamed, "In four years, 89 souls! I swear that I have never neglected a single day! Didn't God see my sincerity?" ?Didn’t the souls of those dead Omegas go to His kingdom?”

"..."

Erica bowed her head, not hiding the hatred in her eyes, she whispered: "Now God knows, everyone knows, and you will bear the consequences for the sins you committed."

Her words were not loud, and O'Casey didn't hear them. She looked up at the girl sitting on the ten-meter-high statue in doubt, with a trace of expectation remaining on her face.Before he could ask his question, the sparrows grabbed the camera and spun around, facing the rising sun and flying away.

The continuation of the beauty of the human world must start from the moment when the light shines on the earth and awakens the vibrant and kind people.

Where the camera couldn't see, the statue collapsed and became the tallest building near the city hall on the roof of the square. The dark black tentacles were like a waterfall of mud gushing from an unknown space, engulfing the entire building in the blink of an eye. Exhausted, it continues to extend in all directions.

The secretary in the building stared at his boss in a daze, only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly fell into the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers like a power failure on the floor.Before he could react, something in the shadows passed through the window that O'Casey had hammered before, and landed with a clatter on the marble floor.

Then there's 'tap, tap, tap', the sound of water dripping on a stone surface.

It was also accompanied by a thin rustling sound of friction.

At that moment, Mr. Secretary imagined a series of octopus or slugs or slimes or slime monsters and other wet and sticky molluscs, climbing up his body wrapped around his trousers and touch.

Maybe it is accompanied by an indescribable plot of thousands of words.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

A high-decibel scream suddenly came from the city hall, and then there was the sound of a dull heavy object falling to the ground.

Azathoth: "..."

He deliberately raised one of his tentacles, and lowered his head to make sure that nothing strange got on it.

I haven't even touched it, what the hell is that human being screaming?

The secretary's screams jolted O'Casey Griffin out of her stupor.

He trembled all over, and immediately turned his head. Before his brain understood why the scene in front of him happened, he was shocked to find that a tentacle had come to his feet recently. The moment he looked over, it was like a snake lightning entangled. The fangs were bared as if without any sharpness, but O'Casey's bare|exposed skin felt a burning sting.

In the next second, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness in front of this imaginary doomsday scene.

And behind him, Erika bowed to Azathoth.

Farther away, countless residents of Port Yarpley with black hoods closed their eyes and chanted silently.They couldn't understand, couldn't look directly, and couldn't rationally analyze what was happening now. They just instinctively awed and bowed to the origin of chaos in a state of delirium.

"They're crazy... they're all crazy..." The sober man muttered to himself, but stared at this scene closely as if bewitched.

A songlike hum seemed to be being sung.That voice does not know where it came from, and why it was born, it echoes and flutters in people's hearts, and gradually flows to a more distant place.Just at the end of the horizon, in the gaps between the hundreds of feet tall buildings, where the sun rises, the sparrows shake their wings and gently and steadily place the camera under the blue sky.

It will show this magnificent sunrise to those who are still struggling to live tomorrow.

**

When Ford Hill drove the suspension car all the way around the traffic control, ignoring the danger of hundreds of dollars in fines or even revoking his driver's license, he ran to the destination at a high speed, and just witnessed the beginning of the end.

This is where Erica knocked down a building.At the beginning, Ford thought that she had learned to use simple explosives under the guidance of the teacher, but during the investigation process, no traces of gunpowder were found in the ruins.In addition, he had visited the Bishop of the Port of Yalples Church several times and three times, and asked him about the secrets related to the evil gods, but the other party repeatedly refused to talk about it.

Yet this is by no means the most puzzling part of the whole thing.

——Is there really any hallucinogen in this world that can deprive tens of thousands of people of their sanity for a short time, and order them to take risks to come to the gate of the city hall, and it is difficult for them to face that kind of unknown and frightening heart? Do you worship the existence of evil?

He was worried and inexplicably upset, as if something so important and even life-threatening had been overlooked, or an invisible sword was hanging above his head, and the scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind, even all the way before. I was absent-minded when I drove to this unfinished building area, following the tentacles.

So much so that when Igor reached out to stop him and prevented him from moving forward, the young man with blond hair and dark gray eyes hadn't recovered his senses—"You can't go any further, Mr. Hill." Igor Gore said politely.

The young man didn't look at the latecomers beside him, but fixed his eyes on Azathoth and the unconscious consul in front of him, with an imperceptible worry in his eyes.

Ford paused.

"Igor?" He was obviously well prepared, and he pulled out his weapon and pointed his gun at Azathoth without hesitation, but a look of shock appeared on his sharp and hard face, "Igor Sullivan? How will you be here?"

"No, I'm afraid we'll talk about the 'reminiscence' in court later." Ford Hill didn't wait for Igor's answer, turned his head and clenched the destructive thermal weapon, and continued to pay attention to the man wearing the hood. Satoshi said, "The point is—who are you?"