[Comprehensive] Zombie Valley: Terror and Suspicion

Got shot.

Was it shot in the heart?

I am anxious.

Don't laugh at me because I'm afraid of death. I think it doesn't matter how hard a person struggles, but don't rot your brain and heart, so you still have a chance to get up.

But no matter how I look at it, it seems that I have been shot in the heart.

Lying in a pool of blood, there was always a sound in my ear, and I could vaguely hear laughter.

I seemed to see a cemetery, Harry and the others were thrown side by side into the grave pit, the soil was covered with shovel after shovel, and the mournful sound of life spread from the gray-black sky.

Is this GameOver?

I am very depressed.

It is said that the brain is still functioning 3 minutes before death.At this time, a series of thinking activities will be carried out, such as how to not die, who I am sorry to, and may even have hallucinations, and I just think about how not to die first, and then I think about being sorry for my companions—because of my inappropriate battle plan, They died like that, and finally, I was hallucinating.

I seem to hear another soul speaking to me inside my body.

He was a man first, with the face of the little brother who was sneering at me at my side at first, and then changed again, becoming a man with long hair.He lay next to my ear, telling me stories gently as if he were talking to a child.

From now on, because it is all his nagging, for convenience, I will use the No.1 perspective to show you the story he told me.

***

do you know?A long time ago, Samuel laughed at me. Even if someone's head is unscrewed, it must be handled with care. I am weaker than a woman.

What he said is not wrong. Among all the archangels, I am indeed the most peculiar one.In a battle, a sharp knife was stabbed in my eye, but I pulled it out, wiped it clean, and put it carefully in the weapon box without caring about myself.

Samuel said: "Are you stupid? Caring about a beast, it will fight for you. Caring about an angel, he will appreciate you. Caring about a piece of cold iron, what do you want?"

I said, "I don't want anything."

Samuel said, "Then what do you want to do?"

I said, "I didn't want to do anything. It's just that it was stuck in my eye, and I heard it screaming for pain."

Samuel said in surprise: "What did you say, please say it again."

I said: "I said that a sharp knife also has feelings. When it was still a piece of iron, it thought about turning it into such a hammer. When it was still a stone in front of the furnace, it thought about the mountain that gave birth to it. When it was not excavated and was still snuggling with the mountains, what it thought of was the morning sun that caresses it every day."

Samuel said: "So you think that the weapon is a kind of creature, it has its own emotions, sorrows and sorrows, just like those two-legged animals that walk on the ground, even if it pierces your heart instead of your eyes , even if it pierces your heart, you still have to respectfully care for it?"

I said: "Yes."

Samuel said, "Lucifer, are you serious?"

Samuel's questions always push me hard.But I have never answered very simply.

I said: "It came from the hand of the enemy, but it didn't really stab me. Although it became a murder weapon, in fact it only wanted to be a stone. It couldn't help itself. I don't blame it. Instead, I sympathized with it."

Samuel said, "Did it tell you?"

I said, "Yes. I can hear you."

At the same time, he raised the sharp knife and put it next to his ear, as if it was really whispering to me.My long hair curls around the knife, and I hear its murmur of pleasure and gratitude.

Samuel can't hear, I know, so he sighs helplessly.

"Lucifer, your attitude seems to regard it as your relative."

I said: "It was originally. Father created the world and us. Although it has no life, it is my brother. It is the same as you."

Samuel sighed again: "Lucifer, you are such a weirdo. If someone wants to kill you, it must be easy. Because you will treat him as your brother. No matter how powerful you are, you can't guard against it."

I have thought about this question.

But I have the answer.

"There is no eternal life, even my father and us. So we will die sooner or later. Even if the enemy kills me, he will die sooner or later."

"But the enemy will take over the world."

"No. He can't. For all I die is the body. I shall have something that will outlive my enemies."

Samael asked me what it was, and I pointed to the zenith, where a star was twinkling under the blue sky.

"It is my clone, even if I die, it will be looked up to by people in this world."

"what is it?"

"Venus."

"What can a star do?"

"It is not an ordinary star. It is the first star before dawn. With it, the sun will rise. With the sun, it will bring light to the world."

"so what?"

"If there is light, everything can grow. If everything can grow, life will continue. And if there is life, there is the belief of immortality."

Samuel's eyes suddenly became very bright like stars.

"Faith? This kind of thing seems to be only available to those two-legged animals. For that kind of thing, they often kill each other."

"But for this kind of thing, they will also fight against evil. There will be tens of thousands of people who will fight on my behalf."

"Have you ever thought about it. What if the enemy takes your wings off and makes you stigmatized as the opposite of the belief in two-legged animals?"

I am silent.

The sun beats on the fingertips, and the temperature makes the hair softer.

Facing the Asahi, I stretched out my hands.

"Then let them kill me. I will turn into the strongest evil, so that they can see justice more clearly."

***

The man finally finished speaking.

He spoke very slowly, I think it took more than 10 minutes.Perhaps because of the special situation I am in now, I actually dreamed of the scene of what he said.

The beautiful stars, the chaotic battlefield, and Lucifer who opened his hands to the sun...

"Tell me what this means?"

I asked confusedly.

He smiled.

"In fact, I imitated my father to have a compassionate heart, and I ignored Samael's warning, and even thought it was worthless. But later, I did become Satan. I did start to become the strongest evil …That’s when I started to regret starting the big talk. Things are so unpredictable. What you think is right can turn out to be wrong.”

"I thought you were going to say something, and you would be exempt from confessing to me. And I'm not that Satan."

"Actually, you are."

I was stunned.

I tried to open my eyes and look at him to see if he was joking.

But my eyes were always bloody and black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"What do you mean?"

"This is actually an honor. Lucifer is an expert in healing, but Satan is an expert in death. Thanks to this identity, you have hope. You think you are not Satan, but you are." He emphasized again at the end.

"Sorry, I don't know much about philosophy."

He stood up and said slowly: "Death, this is the way to increase your strength. Your body will only become stronger after being baptized by death. Death is also the way to resurrect you."

"I don't know what it is, but I think it looks amazing."

"Let's put it this way, try to imagine the feeling of being a dead person."

"I'm already dead."

"No, you're not completely dead."

Is it?But what does it feel like to be dead?

"Honey, those zombies. Why do you meet them frequently? Because you are similar to them."

"what?"

"Immortal. Complete death is immortality. Complete immortality is eternal death, that is, utter death."

This is so fucking philosophical.

"I don't understand. What does this have to do with me being Satan? How can I continue to be immortal while thinking that I am dead?"

"Satan is an identity that is both immortal and dead. When you completely let go of the fear of death, when you abandon your physical body and face your infinite future. You are dead and not dead. ——People use The death of a living creature, commonly known as the Black Mass, induces his birth, based on this principle."

I was silent.Because I still don't understand.

He continued to guide me:

"Try it, treat yourself as an object, not a life. Treat your broken heart like a broken car, and put it together again. You can do it. Of course, the premise is that you will the importance of this heart Forget sex completely, and don't be entangled by the fear of death."

I still don't know what it is but I think it looks amazing.

And yet I really started doing it.

I imagine my heart as a lump of flour, and what I do is knead it into a honeycomb and put it back together.

Then I discovered a miraculous thing.The less I think about it being my heart's words, the easier it is to piece together as I knead it with energy.Instead, once I was in a hurry to fix it, the pieces of meat would fall off again.

It's funny, isn't it?This is the true meaning of my power?Self-forgetfulness means having me, without me, I am infinite.

I was still lying in a pool of blood, the bullets were still embedded in my body, and some bones were even broken.I heard the sound of leather army boots coming to my ears, and all kinds of ugly laughter.But at this time, I was suddenly not afraid of anything.

I'm piecing together my heart.And know that revenge is imminent.

I suddenly realized that Lucifer didn't fool me.

***

"I killed Lucifer, it's unbelievable. This weak guy. I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable. According to the legend, even if he was betrayed by almost all the angels, he was able to kill the rebel leader Yisu Gordon to a desperate situation. Even Where is the immortal god of war that hell is about to boil? Is the sky that burned red that year just a legend, and the endless red flames just an exaggerated exaggeration in a comic book?"

Calloused hands turned my face upwards, and when evil eyes looked at me, they were filled with ecstasy like the moment the emperor ascended the throne.

And at this moment, my heart was also pieced together in my chest under the influence of supernatural powers.

"You're scratching my hair, you bloody fat pig."

I opened my mouth and said this to the man in front of me.His originally ecstatic face froze instantly.

I saw his eyeballs twirling quickly in their sockets, staring at my heart.He could clearly see the bullet embedded in my chest. It stands to reason that my heart has rotted away, but I can still speak. Why?

"Impossible. If Lucifer's body dies, he will die too. This is what she told me."

Maybe thinking that I was still alive because my heart was not broken, he grabbed the gun and pressed it against my left chest, which made a big hole there, and I could even see the opposite floor.But even so, I still looked at him and smiled.

"I have a hundred hearts, dear."

The man was terrified, he called everyone around him to come together, pointed the gun only at me, followed by a torrential rain of bullets.A fleshy body, even with a meat grinder, can't grind it so badly. Seeing me turned into minced meat, he felt relieved, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"Can you still talk, Lucifer?"

"Yes."

My only complete eyeball looked at him, so slowly and authentically.The man was horrified, and so were the other soldiers. They threw away their guns and knelt on the ground.