Since Kasten's dream has betrayed the Emperor, it has never been beautiful again. Most of the time it is filled with bones, blood, the rain of destruction, and the city of fire that never ends with the snow of ashes.
His night was a long revelation, and occasionally, the dream did not fall into a sea of fire, and instead came to his bedroom with anger.
In a more rare situation, his dream escapes the torture of demons and doomsday. He dreams that he has gone to a beautiful garden with their own beautiful creatures, beautiful women he can't even see in his life, and he can get the greatest joy in it.
But this situation was the worst for him, not because of the beautiful dream, but because of the despairing loss that made people feel at last.
Therefore, when he had to fall asleep like other humans, he had to seek help from external forces.
A large part of his income was spent on purchasing medicines and anesthetics, while alcohol was ranked far away but essential third. If he wanted to sleep, making himself faint was the only way. If he did nothing, he could only lie awake in the dirty and cramped bed with fear of unconsciousness.
He called the three anaesthetics that helped him sleep his best friend, and in fact, he was a hopeless addict.
Fortunately for him, even invaded, the black market of Pai Shangxing was still full of various drugs (that is, that kind of drugs), and the identity of the security guard also allowed him to easily access a large number of contraband products.
Despite the high prices, those drugs still offer many opportunities for desperate people.
Kasten thinks he is a desperate person.
In that night when the sky was stained with blood, Kasten's memory was only death and screaming.
It is not good to rely on those drugs to tear the dream into pieces, but it is much better than remembering it in full.
The drugs make it difficult to wake up, and thanks to them, he fell asleep at the beginning of the nightmare.
"Well--"
Kasten turned over panting and heard someone in the corridor smashing the door with an attitude of not giving up until he achieved his goal.
Bang bang bang-
The sound of metal overshadowed the shouts, but it was not enough to completely overwhelm it.
"Kasten! Kasten! Wake up!"
"What?"
A blur and tearing feeling stirred Kasten's awake consciousness into a cloud of paste.
His mouth was dry, as if all his saliva was flowing to his chest in his sleep. He instinctively wiped his face clean with the back of his hands. When he smelled the sour smell of the medicine, he couldn't help but frown.
"It's me, Dale! Carsten, hurry up and open this fucking goal!"
Dell was one of the few members of the sect that did not dislike him, but this did not make his intrusion popular.
Kasten moaned, pulling up the dirty pillow and covering it on his head.
"Stop quarrel--"
The door smashing paused for a few seconds, and when it rang again, Kasten's fantasy of comforting that the disturber had left disappeared without a trace.
This time it was the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sound of knocking and alarm sounded together.
"Casten! Get out!"
Obviously, the other party is very persistent.
"Okay, OK!"
Kasten stood up, groped to the door, kicking open an empty bottle blocking the way on the floor - perhaps drinking half a liter of fake wine with sedatives wasn't a good idea.
He woke up from his medication sleep with difficulty, and his limbs were as soft as cotton.
The security guard tried twice, but the door still failed to open, but he was exhausted.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the door slid open at the wrong time and a fire extinguisher almost hit Kasten's face.
"Why did you use this thing to smash my door?"
Kasten asked in a daze.
"Because you don't get up!"
"I don't want to get up."
Dale, wearing a red priest robe, glared at him.
"Everyone has to be there, the bishop said."
Kasten narrowed his eyes. It was difficult for him to see the face of the person in front of him. It was floating like smoke.
"God, you're drunk again!"
"I always, after get off work."
Kasten mumbled vaguely.
“Can’t sleep….”
"Sobert! Something big is going to happen!"
In Carsten's eyes, Dell's vague face finally condensed into an extremely shocking oil painting.
He was not very interested in sects and so on. When he joined, he was mainly greedy for the other party's bribery, opened the back door for the cult, and got some cheap medicines from the sect.
"Come with me!"
Dell didn't care about anything else, pulled Kasten by the arm and dragged him into the corridor.
“Where are we going?”
“Where are we going?!”
Dell turned around and glared at him.
"Shrine!"
"You bunch of waste!!!"
Ohm Deer glared at everyone, every tattoo on his face twitching with the rhythm of his muscles, but no one felt his indescribable anger.
His two biggest confidants were standing beside the bishop. They did not have the same beliefs as him, but had the same fierce expression. They played the role of accomplices while being as weak and unfaithful as other believers.
Ohm Deer is an illegal psychic, but his psychic energy is very weak and can only be a street trick. In fact, he was just a crappy fraud not long ago.
But the Chaos Invasion gave him a chance, and he gained stronger strength by dedicating others' lives, so he was no longer willing to be a liar.
He wants to become a person who controls the life and death of others!
Therefore, he established the Eternal Redemption Sect, which recruited a large number of desperate people and desperate people.
"One of our liaison officers is missing, right at our door, Chris, data board!"
The person around him handed a data board, and the bishop pressed a few brass buttons, and then raised it for everyone to see.
In the video, you can see a street, and then the entrance of an alley opposite the camera emerges from the darkness. He falls to the ground and then extends his hand toward the lights in front.
The next second, he seemed to be dragged back into the darkness by an invisible force, and the streets became empty again.
"Can anyone explain it?"
The room was filled with suspicious eyes, and everyone's chest was full of breath and they shook their heads.
"No one? No one? OK, then."
He raised his chin in the direction of Kasten.
"Let's see what the security guard has to say."
"What?"
Kasten suddenly woke up and asked intently.
Ohm Deere walked up to him, punched him down with a sudden punch, almost knocking out the air from Kasten's lungs, and then pushed him aside.
"I shouldn't expect you, a damn waste."
Kasten curled up in pain and coughed for a while.
"I--"
"I'm asking you a question, Kasten!"
"I have no idea!"
Kasten gasped.
Ohm Deer raised his fist and prepared to attack again. The thugs around him were also shaking with bloodthirsty desires. Public executions are common in the sects.
But the punch failed to fall, and the howling interrupted it.
At that moment, dozens of heads swung back and forth, looking for the source of the scream of pain.
But it seems to come from all directions, from corridors, from vents, and even, as if from the echoes in the metal.
When the scream stopped, everyone was accompanied by strong tinnitus, but some heard the sighs that followed: