latent syndrome.

146 Chapter 145. The Eternal Omen
Australia.

Melbourne.

The city is full of feasting and feasting, and the streets are full of traffic.

In one of the most inaccessible and cold parks.

Since he is now fully wanted in Australia and there is no trace of him, he can only wait here for the final battle.

Hugo had already forgotten how many people he had killed as he attacked and killed them all the way. The detectives from the first division tried their best to intercept him.

But that is useless. Under the "cruel spirit" of the unity of knowledge and action of the will of the universe, no matter what kind of power it is, even the movement of celestial bodies is as weak as an ant.

Unable to defeat myself.

He was dressed very plainly, with a gray woolen coat, plain sneakers, and medium-length brown hair was quite ordinary. Although he was clean-shaven, he still had rough stubble.

Hugo is waiting here, waiting for the final sniping of the first division, that is the ace agent of the first division, as long as he is dealt with, he can apply to SCT for a private jet to North America.

For SCT, the only thing that is not lacking is funds, which is just a numerical value.

Even Hugo hadn't dealt with Agent Ace before, so he didn't know his strength, so he just waited silently on the spot.

at last.

A cold human voice came, and a tall human-shaped black shadow appeared under the shade of the tree.

"You didn't choose to be in a crowded place. It seems that even a lunatic like you still has a sliver of reason left and won't attack ordinary people."

As Agent Ace said, according to the information he got, Hugo was hunted down all the way, and he never killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Hearing this, Hugo slowly raised his chin and looked straight ahead. He was sitting on a park bench with his elbows resting on his knees on both sides and his fingers crossed. He couldn't see his face very clearly, only his eyes were gloomy like the deep sea, like a vortex of terror.

The greening of the park area is very good, and there are even insects and subtle hissing faintly.

The extreme silence turned the atmosphere to freezing point.

Five seconds later.

"Are you afraid of me, Agent?"

"Even if so many of your companions died in my hands."

"You still choose to reason with me instead of directly attacking and killing me. You may also have... a cruel spirit."

"Let's talk about the result first. In this park that no one cares about, there will definitely be a dead body tonight."

Hugo said calmly.

"Yes, you are a moral person, Pope... What an interesting hint. It means that it is not uncommon to have a certain understanding of the mysteries of the world and the truth of the universe, but it is vulnerable to ignorance. That's true of most people."

"But you are different. You have thoughts, but you are doing wrong things. You are in the company of SCT, contrary to wisdom and truth, and become anti-intellectualists with those madmen."

The black shadow reveals its real body from the shadow of the leaves. It is a tall and tall man wearing a black overcoat, and his head is wearing...a medieval chain-covered hood, which is extremely weird.

"It sounds like you have a better opinion."

Hugo was unmoved, and still maintained the previous sitting posture.

"SCT wants to destroy the symbolic world, and use a crazy and free banner to despise universal values ​​and ethics."

"That's a contradiction in itself."

"In my opinion, free will and morality are the same thing. All actions of the will are its own laws, and the maxims followed by the actions must be the maxims that aim at its own universal laws. From the perspective of biological inheritance, no one Longing for its own demise, pain and hunger, that's why civilization is what it is today."

"If it is purely anti-intellectual, to do evil against life itself, the freedom under this banner has lost the law of the will itself, so free will and the will to obey the moral law are completely the same thing."

"This is rationality. You have lost your rationality and become a madman."

In the eyes of Detective Ace, the Pope is just a lunatic with perverted cognition. If corrected, it will be a sharp weapon against SCT.

"Are you citing 'principles of the metaphysics of morality'?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Hugo's mouth.

"It's really interesting."

"I think that's what's so naive about him."

"As a lobbyist, you can only speak to this level."

"Perhaps it's time for you to really consider the use of force."

Hugo was unmoved, and still maintained the original sitting posture, with fingers crossed and elbows resting on his knees.

"Are you denying the wisdom of previous sages?"

Agent Ace's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't believe it. Maybe Hugo wasn't logical, but a lunatic who was more crazy than anyone else.

"It can be said like this."

"His weakness is that when he excludes all interference from the laws of reason, he defines morality as an eternal, absolute, universal, and pure form."

"It actually hollows out all the specific content of morality and denies all goals other than rationality."

"When demagogues equate the safety of life and the fate of the race with reason, it will also become a universal law of will, and massacre other races. When this completely perverted sadism becomes universal, In evolution, it has become the same type of experience genes retained by heredity, can you still say that free will and moral laws are the same thing.”

"Because reason has no substantive goal, all emotions leave it and become pure natural emotions. With the formalization of reason, reason itself becomes an incomprehensible concept. Thought only loses its meaning. Full of meaning."

"Of course I know that SCT is just a puppet under a mighty force."

"In fact, their dissatisfaction with the world has also become a controllable object of the world itself,"

"This is the human world, the unfathomable 'Abyss of Freedom', a game where various ideologies are constantly input and output."

Hugo stared at Agent Ace calmly.

All of a sudden, the ace agent was a little creepy. Those eyes were like the surface of the sea, and there were indescribable things hidden deep under them.

"Since you are not interested in ideological disputes, you don't have violent desires like other murderers."

"Then why do you still work for SCT? Become a minion of Chaos."

He couldn't figure it out.

"It's a job that pays well, and the benefits are pretty good."

"But that's only secondary."

"You are wrong about one thing. The reason why I am ranked No.11 is because I and SCT are just a cooperative relationship, and the contribution I have made is not high. I have seen those with higher positions, and they are only mediocre. .”

"I'm not a minion, SCT..."

"Respect me as God."

Hugo said calmly.

"Then what's the main thing? What made you... go on a killing spree."

Agent Ace asked.

"You won't understand."

"The unity of the will of the universe and the flesh."

"A cruel spirit."

"But who knows, because I may be wrong, maybe I am just following the law of the universe's death."

Hugo looked at his watch, hoping to end this quickly.

Kingsman no more bullshit.

All the offensives erupted towards Hugo.

The first is a tentative thermal weapon shooting, which is loaded with specialized ammunition that can burn an S-level infected person.

The flames blazed, the bullet casings fell off wildly, but those bullets.

He could not comprehend the sight in front of him.

When those bullets hit Hugo's body, they directly penetrated him without causing any damage, but shot directly at the grass behind him. The earth and rocks splashed in an instant, and there was chaos, but Hugo was still sitting there unscathed. There, maintain a highly relaxed posture.

He didn't know that even if what he hit was a phantom, he could still feel some light arc changes, but... Hugo is just like a picture, a picture that transcends the layer of reality and is in another dimension.

Agent Ace did not dare to neglect, and directly took out his trump card.

all of a sudden.

There was a strong wind, and the sky thundered.

His allusion is the emperor, and the corresponding deity is the main god, Zeus.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, the stars disappeared, and the night sky changed drastically. Countless lightning bolts scattered in the sky, and the thunder and silver snake pouring down from the sky spread countless distances, smashing towards Hugo.

Although the earth has become a piece of scorched earth.

And Hugo was still unscathed, and it was still the weird scene just now.

"how can that be?"

Detective Ace was a little at a loss. If it was just that hot weapons couldn't kill him, it would be fine, but even the vision...can't hurt him at all. You know...the vision is also something that transcends matter and spirit, and can penetrate reality. He couldn't understand it. .

"It's my turn, isn't it?"

I saw Hugo's figure gradually fading away, disintegrating into pieces of feathers shining with holy brilliance, dancing wildly in the gust of wind.

Agent Ace instinctively avoided this unknown risk, but he couldn't stand the overwhelming number.

one of them.

It fell slowly on his shoulders.

……

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dilapidated wooden house.

He was placed on a cracked wooden table, and the surrounding scenes were as strange as the Middle Ages. There were pitchforks and sickles hanging on the wall, which seemed to be the home of an ancient farmer.

He has forgotten how he came here, what kind of illusion is this?That's right, the pope's vision itself is related to spirit and psychology.

As for the previous information, those gold, silver, gemstones or holy temples may also be just a kind of illusory domain.

The spikes made of rough iron nailed his limbs, making him unable to move, and when he wanted to expand the domain, he found that he... couldn't do it at all.

"You will definitely feel very confused, why can't you use the domain."

Hugo was wearing an extremely simple medieval farmer's clothing, he caught a few mice from nowhere, and clamped their dirty and ugly pink meat tails, making these creatures emit the unique shrill screams of rodents.

"There is such a saying, in the organization of demon hunters, it is called the radiation index."

"Every time a whole number is broken through, it means that a shackle has been crossed. For example, when it reaches 1, that kind of will is strong enough to penetrate reality, tear the real world, and form a domain."

"As the ace agent, you must have reached 2."

"What's interesting is that this decimal is not a suffix, but represents geometric arithmetic or more abstract concepts."

"If it is the realm of 1, each decimal point is just repeatedly multiplied by 1, and no qualitative change can be obtained. Most of them are in a relatively stable strength framework, and various restraints and strategies are still effective."

"But if it reaches 2."

"Multipliing 2 by a hundred times is a completely different concept from multiplying 2 by two hundred times."

"Every time it exceeds 0.1, it can be completely suppressed. When you first met me, you were already dead."

"Is this the ace agent? It's nothing more than that. There is an insurmountable gap between us."

Say it.

Hugo put those mice into an iron bucket and covered him directly on his abdomen.

Followed by.

Another Hugo appears, exactly like Hugo, but in a different costume.

"Do you think hallucinations work on me?"

Agent Ace was a little disdainful, and even more convinced that this was an illusion.

The other Hugo didn't answer. He lit a torch and roasted it on the iron bucket. A few mice couldn't stand the high temperature, so they scratched the hole with their claws desperately, trying to get out of the iron bucket.

However, there is only one entry point, his abdomen.

Even if a mouse entered his body and crawled around, he endured the severe pain and remained silent.

Hugo spoke.

"Suffering is a bad thing to do."

"Such an illusion cannot destroy the strongest."

"But this is indeed a kind of trust in time."

"Eternity is effective."

……

in the wilderness.

He was placed on a pyre full of firewood. One Hugo picked up the torch and lit the pyre, burning him to ashes, while the other Hugos watched him indifferently.

……

The endless river.

He was covered with honey and cheese, and then Hugo put it into a sealed box and carried it on a lone boat for drifting.

Until ten days passed.

In the wriggling of secretions and maggots, under the extreme heat and humidity, he still endured the pain of crawling.

……

Sometimes it is more direct.

Like a crusade, one Hugo after another in heavy armor, armed with a mace, smashed him to pieces.

……

Sometimes too long.

Even for several months, hanging in an iron cage hung by the branches of the cliff, the wind was blowing like the sun, and his extreme thirst made him only drink rainwater, and finally he was slowly pecked at his weakened body by the birds hovering in the sky.

……

A few years, decades, he can't tell the difference, only relying on the most tenacious will.

"I'm actually a PT-type infected, Mr. Agent."

"And as I get deeper into you over the years, this time will become even longer."

Those precious things turned into all kinds of grotesque and profane things, humiliating him both physically and mentally.

The evil and grotesque demon god with 72 pillars, the naked arhat with glaring eyes and distorted horror, the blessing of the church organ, and the evil Sanskrit sound pouring into the eardrums.

Tortured him in the most deformed and ugliest way.

Day after day, year after year.

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in the park.

With a plop, he fell to his knees with all his strength, but his eyes still held unyielding expression.

And Hugo.

Still just sitting on the bench, with his fingers crossed and his elbows resting on his knees, he looked at his watch, and less than 25 seconds had passed.

And my limit is 33 seconds, and I still can't break the shackles of 3.

"You are too strong, Mr. Detective."

"But your power has long been worn out in eternity."

"No one can resist eternity."

"Extreme pain, like extreme joy, cannot last, because it is too violent."

In the simplest way, Hugo took out a pistol from his gray woolen overcoat.

Pound.

The ace agent of the first division died just like that.

And Hugo himself.

He just left the park without saying a word, without turning his head, went to the designated place to take the SCT private jet that was reserved in about half a minute.

(End of this chapter)