Samuel turned around and shouted at all the non-humans: "Fight them!" Under his call, the non-humans began to struggle and resist, after all, no one wanted to die like that. They punched the surrounding horned people, trying to break out of the encirclement. Ethan also followed the others to the left and right, but deep down he knew that it was impossible to escape. After all, they were surrounded by 3,000 people with guns. The people were there, and they were chained together like grasshoppers, restrained even from moving.
Their resistance was quickly defeated by the rushing tide of horned men, and the chains that bound their hands and feet made them like dominoes, one fell and one fell one after another. The horned soldiers seemed to be angry, roaring and grabbing Wilson, Little A, and another female Alpha inhuman. The three of them scolded and struggled, still being forcibly dragged to the altar.
Although Wilson scolded loudly, when his hands and feet were tied to the wooden frame, Ethan still saw the tall man shaking, and his eyes were full of panic. His trousers were visibly soaked with urine as the priestess danced towards him with the knife.
The same goes for Little A and the other soldiers. If it wasn't for the chains to lock him, I'm afraid he would have been paralyzed into a ball. Soldiers like Sergeant Wilson are soldiers who have been stationed on the Faun for a long time, the most powerful warriors among mankind, but at this moment no one can blame them for becoming weak in the face of the cruelest death. People shouldn't die like this, it's crazy, crazy enough to make people feel numb like a dream after the extreme horror.
Ethan was in this numbness, he didn't even feel scared anymore. He watched as the two priests lifted the skulls of the three men one by one, saw Sergeant Wilson's brain exposed to the air, saw his eyeballs roll back, and his mouth opened unnaturally, as if he had already I could no longer control my face, and I saw those giant worms protruding from the deep underground again under the temptation of the bell and the sweet smell of the brain, and swallowed three living creatures with that ugly giant mouth. people, sucking their flesh and shredding their bones and entrails. Ethan couldn't imagine what it would feel like when the body was wrapped in that mouth, when the skin was peeled away from the body, when the brain was crushed.
The two priests were still singing, Ethan didn't understand their language, but they kept repeating the same word: Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth.
He, Samuel and Derek were the next to be pulled up to the altar. At this moment, even Derek, who had always looked like he didn't care about anything, shook his head in horror and struggled with the last of his strength, but he was still resisted by the horned man on his shoulders and stepped to the torture rack at the top of the altar step by step.
Ethan didn't struggle, he was just shoving himself upwards, unexpectedly submissive. He thought of Tanisel, and kept calling Tanisel in his heart, begging the priest to save him. He will come, like every time in the past.
Because he needs him, he will definitely save himself.
But when he was fixed on the torture rack, when the cold red flesh on the rack soaked his clothes, and when the chains with human skin tissue were still hanging on his wrists, he suddenly remembered the dream tower what Nissel told him.
"This time... I don't know if I'll make it in time."
He was too late to save him.
Realizing this, Ethan realized that he had never been completely desperate, and he still believed in the depths of his consciousness that Tanissell would suddenly appear and save him from fire and water again like a god. Before he knew it, Taniser had become his subconscious redemption, and he had completely surrendered to the priest's feet without knowing it.
But now, this ultimate hope has also been shattered.
He was really dying and no one could save him. The weird short knife was about to slice through his scalp and his skull, his brain would be exposed to the cold air, and he would feel the pain of being torn to shreds by countless sharp teeth before he died, and then he would Return to nothingness and never exist again. His short, uninteresting and tragic life came to an end, without causing even the slightest ripple in the long river of time.
Next to him, Samuel kept talking to him, repeating a sentence, "It's okay! It's okay! It will be over soon!" To comfort Ethan or comfort myself. But no matter who it is, it doesn't work.
The purple dagger was so similar to the one that Ethan used to kill, and the slightly longer-than-human face of the horned priestess had an exaggerated smile that made him shudder, a smile that belonged to the god of death.
At the same time, Ethan remembered, all of them, and Tanithel whispered a curse in his ear in the dream.
"If you can't overcome fear, embrace it."
Die tragically now, or embrace it...
Then, live as a monster.
Somewhere in his brain seemed to have suddenly opened up, and a burst of tingling quickly turned into a cracking pain that spread from the black bulge on the back of his neck, and many black thin lines quickly meandered and grew, like the veins of a tattoo. Spreading to his back, a few other black lines twisted and spread to the sides of his cheeks. Two thicker black lines stretched out to the corners of his eyes. In an instant, his pupils were stretched, and the green color of his iris also changed. more pure.
Ethan didn't know what had changed in him, he just felt very comfortable, his vision became extremely clear, full of strange colors that he had never seen before. The terror, despair, and madness that had filled his body just now did not dissipate. They still filled every cell in his body, but they were no longer unpleasant feelings. Instead, they became like joy, like happiness. He felt as comfortable as the boundless ecstasy and serenity. His consciousness seemed to be suddenly freed from his body, and he kept climbing upwards, passing through the dim clouds and mist, and came to a beautiful fairyland.
It was the wonderland that Tanithel had woven for him, with blue water, burgundy duckweed, blue and purple shrubs, and the huge ancient tree with bloody red leaves. He was lying on the water, empty and unconcerned.
And the other part of him, the other part of him that may be more real, still stays in that bound body, and the originally trembling lips suddenly outlines a strange smile.
This part of him has been sleeping in the subconscious. From the moment he was born, it occasionally turned into a dark shadow and spread over his surface consciousness, and was soon pressed back into deep sleep by layers of consciousness, until that The alien DNA sequence altered the body that was born in the power of the Prologue until this moment.
The priestess had just raised her dagger when suddenly something penetrated her throat.
The priestess' eyes widened suddenly, as if she couldn't believe what had happened to her. Her body was rolled up in the air, flung a few times like a puppet, and flung lightly under the altar. When she landed, her limbs were twisted to an impossible angle, her head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, her purple eyes turned gray, and she still maintained a shocked expression.
A wave of dead silence spread rapidly in the originally noisy empty arena, the horned people's slender eyes stared at what happened on the altar, and the non-people also showed the same blank expression.
Ethan, who was trapped on the torture rack, raised his black bloodshot face, and suddenly opened countless black tentacles on the back of his neck, like a black firework that bloomed in an instant. They extend endlessly, covering the sky and the sun. Some of them have green eyes at the end, some have bloody mouths that keep opening and closing like worms in the depths of the cave, and some have sticky and sticky mouths. Venom spikes. They fell frantically from the sky, and where they passed, countless horned people were swallowed, cut into two pieces, or their skin was melted by the suckers on their tentacles, making a harsh scream.
In an instant, the situation turned around and the scene suddenly got out of control, and the non-people were suddenly forgotten, and they were pushed into the crowd of people who collided with each other. Unexpectedly, a considerable number of horned people not only did not run away, but knelt down with their hands raised, their faces showed an expression of ecstasy like seeing God, and even burst into tears. They spoke their own language, kept kowtowing to the high platform, and bowed to the pale figure among the black flowers of death.
Above the altar in the center of the storm, there was peace. Samuel, who was tied beside Ethan, was stunned, as if his mind couldn't analyze the information his eyes were receiving. Those terrifying black tentacles didn't hurt him, and even bypassed him and Derek, who was also dumbfounded. But he watched helplessly as they wrapped around the horned priest's body at the same time, the sound of the bones being broken and the priest's wailing making his scalp tingle. When the tentacles let go of the male priest at will, the things that fell on the ground were no longer human-shaped, only a pool of meat sauce and a few scattered horns remained.
"Ethan..." Samuel's murmured whispers were drowned out by the boiling screams of the Horned People's sea of hell, but Ethan turned his head slowly and looked at him.
The same green eyes, but the darkness, the evil, the madness in them, made Samuel shudder.
"Ethan! Ethan!" Samuel called to him loudly, but Ethan didn't seem to understand, just gave him that weird and empty smile, and then slowly turned his head back.
The pious gestures of those horned people did not win pardon, and a tentacle sprayed acid, instantly melting their flesh and blood into a pool of fleshy water.
Not only the horned people, but even many of their own people were not spared. Those non-humans he didn't know or were familiar with were also rolled up by tentacles and thrown into the air, and fell down to their brains.
This is a disguised picture of hell blooming in the dark, the eternal night sky, echoing the symphony of death woven by crying and screaming. Even the giant worm in the deep hole rushed out of the ground as if it had been summoned, opened its black hole-like mouth, and pressed down on the horned people who had turned from hunters into prey on the ground.
"Don't leave your mouth alive." That was another word Tanithel had whispered in his ear.
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The long-awaited variation…
In addition, Ethan's tentacle slaughter has references to Alisha in the Silent Hill movie version, Snake mother in the Tomb Notes movie version, Spider-Man Doctor Octopus and Naraku in Inuyasha.