deformed bone

The moment Calvin uttered those words, the surrounding world—the world he had been familiar with in the past 20 years or so—has undergone tremendous changes.

Calvin felt the great change clearly, and it was an extraordinary feeling.His nerves seemed to be on fire in an instant, and the cold and pure power that had made him feel extremely painful was perfectly embedded in his cells in an instant.

Cold and hot flashes surged through Calvin's body at the same time, but the strange thing was that he didn't feel any pain at all.

His body trembled slightly, and his abnormally cold soul was wrapped in boiling blood.

And that door is slowly opening, its hinge is extremely smooth, and it is so silent when it is opened.

Extreme frenzy and darkness, and evil that cannot be described in any language flows in from behind the door...

Calvin's breathing quickened a little, and it felt strange. After he personally expressed to Reed that he hoped that the "door" would be opened, the "thing" behind the door seemed to have a vague connection with him.

"as you wish……"

Reed smiled sweetly and weirdly at Calvin, his expression and eyes were so strange.

Calvin just mistook another voice wrapped under Reed's voice, a low hiss from the abyss that was only disguised as a human voice.If it was before this day, Calvin would definitely feel afraid and terrified because of the distortion and weirdness contained in that voice, but at this moment, this kind of evil perfectly echoes the extremely pure energy that is constantly gushing and turning like boiling steam in his body. strength.

His human sensitivity, good and evil, and morality were all completely melted under that force, and even his sanity as "Calvin" himself had been annihilated in the throbbing of his body.Filling this humanoid body, there is only a more primitive, purer impulse...

kill.

Swallow.

destroy.

Calvin's brain became blank, only a white noise-like buzzer hovering in his body regularly.

【"Crunch—"】

"Doors" that were not supposed to be opened opened.

Almost no one present could see with the naked eye how the "door" opened, but that didn't mean they didn't feel something was wrong.

Even though Calvin's soul and even his body... and this small area had undergone essential changes, all of this actually only lasted for a very short period of time.In this short moment, the group of "professionals" hired by the Adventist faction at a high price have already seen the red door that suddenly appeared behind them.

"It's fucking—"

Someone looked back in shock at the door, and what was slowly crawling out from behind it.

Leaves and branches rustled as they were crushed, and the damp soil hissed as it was squeezed and rubbed.

No matter how fierce or cruel the man was, the moment he saw that thing, he was completely frozen in place because of extreme panic.

This even includes the bald man.

He stared at it in disbelief, the whites of his eyes slightly red from bloodshot eyes.

"Damn—"

The man turned the gun instinctively and pulled the trigger on those "things".Of course, some of them made mistakes and shot out the elastic hunting net in their hands.After discovering something was wrong, he cursed in a low voice and quickly changed the gun, but at this moment of hesitation, the "something" flowing out of the door had slowly hooked his ankle.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

After the first scream, there were countless bleak and terrified screams from the bushes.The continuous sound of human screams and guns should have been able to tear apart the silent night sky, but on this night, the tragedies that happened to these men seemed to be firmly shrouded in dark shadows by an invisible glass cover .

A young truck driver turned on his lights and listened to the music on the radio as he drove across the road not far from the campsite.At the moment of passing the slightly dilapidated campsite, the music on the radio was cut intermittently by invisible interference, and finally turned into an unsustainable harsh noise.

"Oh, damn it!"

The truck driver tapped his radio.

For a brief moment, the white noise on the radio sounded like countless people screaming - the truck driver's mind flashed countless scenes from horror movies, he shivered, and then instinctively turned off Dropped the radio.

On the other side of the bushes, there seemed to be a small dim light in the campground.The truck driver glanced over the campground, then quickly turned his gaze back to the road.

He thinks there's some kind of party or shit going on in that place.Those boring bonfires and fireworks, as well as the young people who are muddled together.The truck driver cursed from the bottom of his heart, the hair on the back of his neck stood upside down, and cold sweat dripped down his back.

"For God's sake, it's such an unpleasant place."

That's when the truck's headlights brushed the curb as it turned the corner.

Something quickly slid past the corner of the driver's eye, forcing him to straighten out.

In a flash, the truck driver saw a man with a mangled body—baldheaded and muscular—like a worm trying to emerge from the bushes at the side of the road.

His whole body was covered with blood, and his neck and forehead were a little white, as if his scalp had been gnawed off.

The truck driver was chilled all over, but thankfully, when he fixed his eyes and looked at the previous position again, there was only a rusty soda can garbage there.

Everything just now was just his illusion.

The truck driver thought, subconsciously adding a little more gas.

Minutes after the truck left the campground, the truck driver's broadcast returned to normal.

And the driver who was too lucky would never have imagined what happened to the "Mr. Illusion" he thought of just a few minutes ago...

……

A red shadow slowly squirmed towards the bald man.

The man smelled the smell of rust and blood, which he was already familiar with, and even soaked into the marrow of his bones, but he had never been so afraid of that smell like now.

He knew exactly where that smell was coming from.

Red muscles, white fascia, and bright red eyes.

The bald man watched the women approaching in disbelief.

He didn't know how to react, and couldn't.

"Go away—go away—"

He screamed and spoke the language of another country.

It was his mother tongue, and those women had been his countrymen.They trusted him and loved him, so they were willing to follow him to a foreign country.

However, when he knew how valuable the skins of intact young women were in the black market, he did not hesitate to attack them.

He peeled the first skin in his own bathroom, and the smell of blood seeped into his pores so much that he could smell it on his breath for months to come.

He bought a good gun with that skin's money, and made a good living with that good gun.

By the way, the bald man thought he would never see the woman again, but during his last meeting with an Adventist archbishop, he clearly passed the chair behind the bishop... On the back of the chair, the bald man saw a familiar birthmark.

【That hurts, brother, that hurts. 】

Back to reality, the bald man heard those shadows muttering to themselves.

Yes, that hurts.

Now the bald man knows that it really hurts when the scalp is torn off.

Those shadows fell on his body layer by layer, the wet muscles and internal organs wrapped his nose and mouth, the slender and pale finger bones and exposed teeth were digging, gnawing at his flesh.

In the gradually bright red vision, the bald man stared straight at the man above him...

Angel.

Angel of judgment.

In the mind of the bald man, those boring religious oil paintings that his mother had seen a long time ago appeared in his mind.

At that time, he was fascinated by the images of sinners tortured and bloodied in hell.

But he never thought that one day he would become a member of that picture.

He tried his best and almost escaped with amazing perseverance.

But in the end, little by little, he was dragged back to the original place by those "things".

His companions were already dead, and there were only large swathes of bright red blood in the bushes, but the bald man didn't see the corpses of his companions—this might be considered a good thing in normal times.

There is no way to determine death without a body.

But this time, the bald man's intuition told him that the end of those people might be more terrifying than death.

"no no……"

The bald man was almost scared out of his wits.

He knelt down slowly, pleading weepingly to Calvin, who shone silvery under the moonlight.

"I know I'm wrong...I know...please forgive me...please..."

But all he saw was the cold face of the silver man.

Do not……

That may not count as a "person".

The bald man thought vaguely.

In the vision that became distorted little by little due to extreme panic, everything about that man was so cold and beautiful.

But that's a quality that humans can't possibly have.

It's just a force—a symptom—or a void projection of some higher will in this barren world—

The bald man didn't even get a single word in response.

Calvin just watched him silently, allowing him to be slowly wrapped by the red body that gradually wrapped around his body bit by bit, and then bit by bit, he was dragged towards the door in the bushes.

However, one thing that is different from what I have seen many times before is that the door now has no door.

The red door frame stood perfectly in the moonlight, and the inside was sticky and deep darkness.

Calvin couldn't help blinking.

And behind that door, "something" rippled...