Vol 2 Chapter 59: Atonement: Faun (8)

The cave where the inhumans were detained was a place specially used by the people to detain criminals and sacrifices, but now it is also filled with a strong smell of blood and some indescribable smell of excrement. There are not many corpses left. Those A huge worm that emerged from the ground penetrated into this deep and secret hole, eating the people inside, whether they were horned or inhuman, leaving only scattered limbs and broken arms. But the strange thing is that they didn't touch Taifeng and Jarvan, and they didn't hurt Samuel and Derek who escaped from the altar.
It was as if everyone who was familiar with Ethan had escaped this catastrophe.
Ethan held the long tentacles behind him and slowly moved to the depths of the cave. There is no ray of light in the darkness, and he clearly does not have glasses, but he can see everything clearly for some reason. There turned out to be so many vivid colors in the darkness. Beautiful colors that had never been seen before flowed between the dried blood and meat on the ground. The original smell of fish was smelled for a long time, but it felt so sweet that it made him hungry. stand up.
He hasn't left this cave for three days. The world outside scared him, but the coldness inside also made him desperate. He opened a pair of green eyes to the darkness, as if he could see his humble life flashing in front of him. He was afraid to sleep, and in his dream he would return to that ancient and huge city, his body lifted into the air by countless huge tentacles. He saw the endless black ocean at the end of the city in the distance, and there were huge black shadows with octopus heads haunting the sea horizon in the distance; he also saw on the other side, above the endless desert, a sky like the sky The pillar-like yellow figure is looming in the wind and sand; there are hundreds of stories of spiders wading through the undulating city ruins, and the hard boulders shattered to ashes under its feet; there are also disgusting toads covered in hair, To the emerald sun opened a huge mouth exuding a foul smell.
Countless ancient Zergs with higher intelligence than human beings crawled on the streets of the city. They screamed and screamed under the feet of those giant monsters. They were crushed and crushed. The mucus of different colors stained the weird and crazy buildings. The colors are colorful and the waves are magnificent. But they didn't flee, instead they kept admiring the huge cone-shaped temple in the middle of the city. The ground under his feet roared like an invisible giant hand beating a drum, and there was some kind of piercing music sounded like a nail on a blackboard.
Obviously it was the craziest nightmare, but Ethan in the dream felt at ease. The black cone-shaped pyramid made him obsessed, something surged in his body, urging him to move forward... forward...
Then the black man appeared, standing a few steps away, smiling at him, with a weird and evil smile, holding a black thing like a book in his hand.
"Eternity is coming to an end, and the sleeping king is about to wake up." He chanted with that beautiful low voice, with a crazy whirlpool swirling in his golden eyes, "Sacrificial lambs, prepare for the final carnival! "
At this time, Ethan's nightmare scene will suddenly change, turning into that blue lake, towering old trees with heart-shaped leaves, and fish shadows moving under their feet. The wind blew the white silk ribbons hanging between the branches, lifting faint ripples on the water. Ethan has never seen Tanisir again here, but the atmosphere of Tanisir is everywhere here. The horrible tentacles behind him are gone, he will lie on the water, let the wind gently blow his cheeks, only then can he breathe a little, knowing that he is not crazy yet.
But how far is it? It has become like this...
Fear of falling asleep, Ethan started to hallucinate when he was awake. In hallucinations, he saw his father walk in from outside the cave and looked down at him with a cold and disgusting expression.
His heart hurts as if it is about to split, but he can only curl up his dirty body.
Since childhood, no matter how hard he tried, his father always looked cold and alienated. It seemed that no matter what he did, he could not make his father proud of him. Just in order to get a smile of approval, he has been living according to the track his father set for him. At a young age, he became the assistant secretary of the Director of the Energy Bureau, and later climbed all the way to the position of Secretary General. But he worked hard for thirty years, but he lost all his father's love at the moment he was convicted.
If that love really existed.
He remembered clearly that after the sentence was pronounced, in the empty hall of the moral court, his father looked at him with a cold look at strangers, and said lightly to him: From now on, you are not allowed to say that you are my son.
If the father sees him now, will he regret having his son, or will he run away like other people with a disgusting and scared expression?
Ethan felt hungry again, and one of his tentacles stretched out as if he had his own consciousness, swallowing the incompletely decomposed corpse in the corner. The sound of chewing flesh and blood in the dark was the only sound, and Ethan was numb and at a loss.
One day, he heard a voice coming from the entrance of the cave. He thought it was his own illusion again, but he was worried about whether some horns had come in. He lifted his body and saw a ray of light penetrate into the airtight darkness a little bit, stabbing his eyes with pain. He stretched out his hand to block the light source, but a faint scent of sandalwood with a bitter smell entered his nasal cavity through the heavy fishy odor. His heart beat violently, and cat-like pupils gathered into a thin line.
He heard the fast approaching footsteps and turned a corner, knowing that he had been exposed to the too dazzling light in the hands of the coming person.
He heard the sound of gasping, and then the breath stagnated, as if someone had forgotten to breathe.
Ethan was suddenly very ashamed, with no self-confidence. He crawled backwards, trying to cover his body and face with his tentacles.
The visitor did not speak, but silently turned off the overly bright light source in his hand, leaving only a little weak blue light spreading slowly in the stone room. The beauty of Tanisir's dust became more and more dim and distant in this light, and it was yearning. Ethan looked at him through the gap between his tentacles, trying to reach out to touch him. He longed for the feeling of being touched and hugged by others, but he didn't dare.
Tanithel's gray eyes could not see disgust or fear, but there was deep heartache. That is different from the compassion that always hangs on the priests' faces in the past, but a very human intolerance and sadness. He got closer and closer, his white robe was stained by blood on the ground and he didn't care. He stayed in front of Ethan and squatted down, reaching out to touch the twisting tentacles that wrapped Ethan.
Tanithel's touch caused Ethan to shrink back as if he had been burned, revealing a green eye that was uncertain. The tangible touch made Ethan know that he was not dreaming, and Tanithel actually appeared in front of him.
"Ethan, come out." Tanithel persuaded in a childlike voice, "Isn't this here?"
The black tentacles squirmed again, like countless black pythons twisted together. Not long after, a face with thin black lines spread out from it.
Ethan opened a pair of weird cat-like eyes, but he did not dare to look at Tanithel.
The priest sighed, ignoring the filth, reached out and touched Ethan's cheek lightly, a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, "I like the way you look now, it's beautiful."
Ethan quickly raised his eyes and gave him a glimpse, his lips trembling, speechless.
He never expected that the priest would say that he was so beautiful.
Is it to comfort him? Why be so gentle with him...Ethan has never wanted to cry since he mutated, even when he was abandoned in this dark cave by Samuel and others. He himself didn't know why his eye sockets were so dry. But now, he felt that his nose was sour, and thousands of unspeakable grievances and fears flooded his mind.
"I killed a lot of people..." Ethan heard his voice so dry that he could hardly recognize him, "I am a monster."
"What a person has to do in order to survive, no matter how cruel, cannot be considered evil."
"Is this way I am not considered evil? Do you know how many people I killed? I almost killed Samuel!" Ethan suddenly yelled, "I know I should die! But I am afraid of death. !"
Beta's desperate roar was like the cry of a beast in despair. Tanithel's deeply buried heart was also trembling in this sorrow.
He had never seen a living human mutate so successfully in his life, that not a strong body could carry so many evil forces beyond human imagination. Tanithel wiped the tears from the corner of Ethan's eyes with his thumb, "Fool, didn't I tell you not to keep alive? If your mutation spreads, you are in danger."
Ethan smirked. He wants to say is there anything else to hide? Anyway, he has become like this, unless he rots to death in this hole, he will definitely be discovered.
He even regretted how he didn't hide just now, why he wanted to covet the warmth of Tanithel. Quietly dying in the darkness like this, at least Tanithel would not know how ugly he became.
However, when he saw Tanithel take out the three syringes with blue sediment, he couldn't help but hold his breath.
Are the priests serious? So far, is the egg of the preface still useful?
As if perceiving Ethan's doubts, Tanisel said, "Indeed, the chance of success is not great, and it will be very painful, ten times more painful than before. Do you want to try?"
Ethan stared at the syringe in his hand blankly. As long as there is a glimmer of hope of returning to normal, he is willing to endure more pain. He nodded vigorously, as if afraid that Tanithel would repent.
"Come out then, I need to look at your neck."
Countless black tentacles stretched back, revealing Ethan's body covered with fine black lines. Tanithel leaned closer, his white hands traced the winding lines. Then he reached behind Ethan's neck, touching the crowded tentacles and stretching behind his back.
Ethan hesitated and grabbed Tanithel's hand, as if he didn't want the other party to touch those disgusting things. But not only did the priest not feel disgusted, but there was a kind of almost intoxicating light in his eyes, and his actions were as cautious as he was touching an artwork.
"You don't know how beautiful you look now. It's a pity that you can't keep walking on the earth like this." Once the whispering words fell apart, the three injections suddenly pierced Ethan's shoulder and neck. The blue was quickly pushed into the black blood.
Then Ethan experienced real hell.
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I've been dozing off...I hope there won't be many bugs..._(:з」∠)_