"We are born with sin, and darkness is hidden deep in our souls. Our survival will only increase the spread of darkness. Only death can end it all."
In the dim long house, a man stood in front of the brazier and recited in a deep voice. Along with his hoarse voice, other people in the long house also knelt down. They whispered something in low voices, and their voices gathered together to become chaotic mumbling.
Everyone present is a member of the Society of the End. As a heretic group, their philosophy is very simple, which is absolute death, the end of all things. The final outcome of every small society is to die together, which also makes it difficult for outsiders to study their existence. Usually, they can only end up with a pile of corpses.
It stands to reason that with such philosophies, the Society of the End will eventually die out completely, but the strange thing is that no matter how many times they die, there will always be a trace of their philosophy passed down, and even more strange is that some people actually believe in such a crazy philosophy and are willing to die together.
“Die! End the darkness! Return your soul to Valhalla!”
Some believers shouted loudly, and he was the first to draw out the dagger, then stabbed the believer next to him. Without any hesitation, the two wrestled together, the blades crossed, cutting one wound after another on their bodies, until both died in a pool of bright red blood.
"Valhalla!"
The believers roared loudly. They were all Vikings. Even without the existence of the Society of the End, they still had a stubborn enthusiasm for the souls of those who died in battle to return to Valhalla.
"Valhalla!"
The man responded loudly.
"Yes! Death, absolute death. Only in this way can the darkness be eradicated!"
The man threw the book in his hand into the brazier. The burning pages flew up and landed on the furs. Sparks ignited and spread towards the house.
No one cared about this, and there were even a few crazy people who thought it was not burning fast enough, so they poured liquor on it to speed up the burning.
"As long as there is no light, even darkness loses its meaning of existence!"
The man drew out his own dagger, and the sharp light illuminated his eyes, which had turned blood red, but he still had some rationality from beginning to end.
There was blood and fire, and the atmosphere at the scene became heated. Some believers who could not hold back had already started fighting each other. No one stopped them. Instead, everyone cheered for their deaths and shouted their names loudly.
In this frenzy, no one noticed the arrival of another person. He was dressed in a black robe, leaning on an ancient spear, with a leather round shield on his back. He pushed open the door, and the wind and snow rushed out from behind him with coldness.
He seemed like someone who walked out of a story.
"Oh, Herald, have you come to bear witness to us?"
The man was extremely excited when he saw the arrival of the pioneer, which seemed to be more joyful than his subsequent sacred death.
"Yes, and I will give your death more value."
The pioneer's face was covered by the shadow of the hood. The man could see the silver underneath with his peripheral vision. It seemed to be a silver helmet. Looking along the neck, there was also silver armor. It seemed that there was an exquisite armor under the black robe.