latent syndrome.

The night in the wasteland is completely dead and dark, except for the dead bodies littered by motorcycle lights, this weak light only illuminates half of the chainsaw and half of Arnold's figure.

The rest is lost in the purest darkness of pure immensity.

"the truth?"

"Please be sure to let me know."

In the lighthouse on the reef, the incomparably mysterious stargazer, the prophet who sees into the future, can inspire everything, but cannot influence his own destiny.

This makes Chainsaw think he is the chosen one.

The astrologer can indeed foresee the future, but he cannot see himself. He only sees things, but he cannot penetrate his own essence.

This kind of thing has never happened before. He can always see through others, but he can't predict himself.

In his words, he does not belong to this time and space, he is a person outside of destiny.

"I passed by some of your institutes."

"I found out what you were up to."

"Honestly."

"You were prescient like all the sages before you."

"And as obstinate and stupid as all the sages before him."

"You always want to create a paradise without any suffering, a paradise of absolute peace."

"But there are no absolutes in this world."

Arnold said so.

"Is it."

"Isn't your sentence absolute?"

"It's really fun."

"It seems that we have fallen into unsolvable things, barren paradoxes, the absolute and the relative cannot exist at the same time, and if everything is absolutely relative, it is also in chaos."

"It doesn't make any sense. The two are just man-made concepts that make up each other and build on each other."

"And you seem to have forgotten your identity."

"I can kill a person and keep him alive for a period of time. At that time, I can see the essence of this person."

"it is a pity that."

"Although it's just intuition, you don't have this innate gift."

Chainsaw watched Arnold hold the revolver in his hand, and he took out an automatic pistol without haste.

Arnold wasn't offended or offended by Chainsaw's sarcasm and sarcasm, not even the slightest bit.

"Yes, you are quite right."

"So you finally understand where I stand."

"As you think."

Arnold's tone was extremely indifferent.

But the chainsaw has felt a kind of oppressive force for a long time. The suggestion of the chariot is activated, like the blue flames that scorched the infected. It is purer and bluer than that, and it has been refined countless times. The human brain fluid in the world is ordinary, possessing the wisdom of the entire human history, and it is as blue as the sky.

The pistol began to deform under the effect, and possessed enormous power, but he was still the same as Arnold, not raising the gun in a hurry.

"Then what is the truth?"

"I'm ready to know."

"I want to see the cruelty in it."

In order to rebuild order in this wasteland, Chainsaw will do whatever it takes. The strategy game has lost its meaning of existence, so it is up to itself to complete its unfinished business.

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking about what kind of a human being is, and finally he understood that human beings are civilizations, dragging their unevolved bodies thousands of years ago to today's existence, and it is not wisdom that makes people drink blood , just a great symbol honed over the years. …

When everyone else is dormant, people must take charge of the overall situation. The overall situation is at all costs. These symbols are the real precious things.

"You're trying to carve out an independent world that won't be disturbed by any outside force."

"But it has encountered a bottleneck that cannot be broken through."

"Not for any other reason."

"It's just that it's simply not possible, it's utterly ridiculous."

"Because someone else did it before you."

"Before Doomsday."

"That independent world is called the Symbolic Realm, and it is as solid as gold, and even the final darkness of the universe will not be able to disintegrate it."

"It needs to be subtle and slow."

"And you already know the result, and it's still at this point in the end."

"You're just doing things over and over again, ineffective and hopeless, failing over and over again."

As the motorcycle's fuel bottomed out, the light shone became weaker and weaker.

The chainsaw moved a little.

"Do not."

"Just like I said before."

"You can't assume you've won."

Chainsaw said calmly.

"I see."

Arnold speaks.

The fuel was completely burned out, the headlights of the motorcycle were no longer illuminated, and the surroundings fell into the boundless darkness of complete loneliness and emptiness, and at the same time, the silence was suffocating.

The two raised their guns at the same time and pulled the triggers.

the remaining.

Only gunfire.

And those noises, roaring in their ears for a long time.

……

……

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inland sea.

In the endless black water, the waves are weak, beating weakly on a stalwart reef.

Bits of acid rain drifted across the sky, thunder rolled, and strange green lightning came from time to time. The nuclear winter curtain pierced by the lightning created blood-red gullies.

This lighthouse is already a product of the Middle Ages, and it is extremely old. No one knows why Rhodes settled here. Perhaps it is because it is difficult to reach here, and it is relatively peaceful.

Those blood beasts transformed by humans are completely stupid and blind, and many of them have dementia and fell into the sea without knowing where to turn. In this dead sea full of nuclear pollution, they will not drown and become more Bizarre creatures.

Those who are not extraordinary people, ignoring these things, and ignoring the Dead Sea like the edge of hell, basically cannot reach here.

Rhodes has a female assistant, and she has already seen a lone boat slowly becoming clear on the horizon.

It's not suitable to say that it's a lonely boat, it's just a piece of broken door panels, it can't even compare to a raft for survival in the wilderness.

The female assistant reminded Rhodes.

But he acted as if he knew it a long time ago, and just told the female assistant just like receiving all the previous guests.

Two 10 minutes later.

On the attic of Rhodes' dilapidated lighthouse, sitting across from him was a man in a black robe, with his head covered by a monk's hood, as if he didn't want people to see his ugly face.

Because he could vaguely see that his entire arm was eaten back by the vision, with scarlet blood scales, sharp claws, and weirdly slender fingers, completely turning into a devil's hand.

"I heard that you are an astrologer."

"Know the past and the future."

"Better so."

The voice of the man in black was low and hoarse, like a living dead.

"It's just what other people say."

"Do you need help with anything?"

"I really can't think of what else a person like you could want."

"After all, you have destroyed the whole world."

Rhodes said calmly.

"Do not."

"On the contrary."

"But it's okay for you to say so."

"I didn't come here to ask for your help, and I don't have anything to ask."

"Because the second rule is."

"There can be no doubts."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Some people, they don't like the word fate."

"You always talk about it and take it as truth."

The man in black took off his hood. His hair was shaved to less than one centimeter. On his face, there were horrible scars from being scratched by giant beasts, even running through his cheeks, and he could see eerie teeth.

It was Di Kuo.