Chapter 807

"!!!"

"Can this work? Just because 1983-2 made a metaphor, he reversed the ritual according to the content of the metaphor? Won't this really trigger even more terrifying consequences?"

"It's a method that's not a method... after all, there are no better methods to choose from—run, can't run; fight, can't win. And, since he's going to die anyway, just treat it as a struggle before death; if he loses the bet, there's no loss, if he wins, he takes a bunch of bad guys down with him."

"No, you can't call them bad guys; they are humans after evolution, and they are also within the scope that the Foundation should protect; this D-Class personnel's rash action without application is the wrong one."

"Good guy, what version is this, and you're still struggling with whether they are human or not?"

……

There were voices discussing whether the method was feasible, and naturally, there were also voices singing praises for D-14134.

"Regardless of whether he succeeds or fails in the end, he has proven with his actions that compared to his physical form, he is the true human."

"Although I don't know what his specific plan is, I hope he succeeds this time."

"The anthem of humanity is the anthem of courage!"

……

Hearing D-14134's remarks, the black shadow frowned—if that place could still be called eyebrows.

This was an answer it had never anticipated, and for a moment, it didn't know how to respond.

Suddenly, it sensed something was wrong, and its gaze immediately fixed on the altar.

The altar had changed.

The original pattern of the altar, if viewed from a top-down perspective, was generally a ring.

Now, although it was still a ring, it had completed a reversal of the inside and outside.

—The various patterned tiles on the altar were not fixed and could be moved arbitrarily, just like building blocks.

What would happen next, even the black shadow itself had no way of knowing.

Perhaps things in the world are just like this; the more you fear something, the more easily it descends.

Getting rid of the human shell and embracing glorious evolution was nothing more than wanting to possess more power to confront the unknown of the world and enjoy the comfort and stability of having everything under control.

But now, this comfort and stability were being challenged.

It sensed the inexplicable unease in its heart, but its wisdom and its power told it that everything was under control and everything was going according to plan.

The other party was just an ant waving its front limbs.

So, it dispelled the unease and tried to regain its composure.

"Whimsical, even if it's as you say, the ritual is not complete..."

But D-14134 interrupted it:

"I know, the light source is still missing, right, just like you did before."

The shadow monster was a bit surprised.

It absolutely did not expect that this D-Class personnel, who was just a bug in its eyes, could guess the conditions of the ritual without any knowledge in this area.

If there were sufficient time and conditions, it wouldn't be impossible to deduce the use of the "light source."

It's just that the Foundation agents, as a matter of course, were misled by cognitive inertia, pairing light and shadow, misreading the "light source" as the condition for their hunting.

While trapped in a desperate situation, with nowhere to run, and having just had an emotional breakdown.

A D-Class personnel, a piece of scum in the old human society, could actually peel back the layers, break the wrong conclusions, find the correct pieces from the scattered fragments, and piece together the complete truth.

This indeed surprised it a little.

But that was all.

It returned to its initial calm appearance and said:

"That's right, it's light."

"I can tell you that there must be sufficient bright light for the ritual to succeed."

"And here..."

It didn't continue, but everyone could understand what followed.

There were only some candles about to burn out, some dim light bulbs, and some electronic product screens here.

Because of the existence of these things, the whole room had indeed escaped darkness, but it was far from "sufficient."

D-14134 was silent.

But not because of frustration; it was just that excessive blood loss made his body a bit weak.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

Then, he raised his head again and looked directly at the position where the shadow monster's eyes should be.

And it took quite a while before he could struggle to raise his right hand.

He was so weak at this moment that just trying to control his body to perform a simple action caused his heart to protest violently, and waves of exhaustion washed over him.

The blood maintaining his life was getting less and less, his body was getting colder, and his arm had no strength left.

But fortunately, he didn't need to force his body to do anything too difficult—

He pulled out the loaded pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the corner.

The bullet whistled away.

Almost at the same time, a crisp sound came from the corner; it was the sound of fragile objects breaking.

Sparks flashed in the dark corner, extremely weak, and could go out at any time.

But the next second, they didn't vanish; instead, they expanded dozens of times in an instant, erupting with dazzling light.

Dazzling firelight, a brilliant sky lantern, a sun on the ground.

D-14134 hadn't seen it for too long, but his eyes could only embrace its arrival through his eyelids; it hurt.

In just a few breaths, the light had occupied the room; they formed a circle, wrapping him and the shadow inside.

The shadow looked at the circle of fire surrounding the room and was silent for a while.

"You did this?"

Its voice was still calm, but it carried a hint of fluctuation.

"That's right, while you weren't paying attention to me."

D-14134 no longer had the strength to support his body; the act of pulling the gun and firing just now had almost exhausted everything he had.

He was at the end of his rope, lying on the altar.

He clearly felt his pulse becoming weaker and weaker, and fatigue covered him gently like a warm quilt in winter, and even the warm air in the room was urging him to rest early.

He knew very well what such a feeling meant—the people who died because of his negligence might have had such a feeling too.

But he had a smile:

"It seems an ant still needs to be careful; it might take the opportunity to bite you, right?"

At this moment, the shadow could no longer maintain its previous light and airy posture, as if a god were present.

Its gaze was a bit gloomy; it wanted to say something, but stopped.

For the first time, it felt panic.

At the same time, in D-14134's chest, the heart that had been beating slower and slower suddenly pulsed violently.

Such an intense reaction almost made him pass out, but it also made the smile on his face more obvious and brighter.

Until this moment, he didn't know if his method would work.

No one would foolishly think that changing the pattern of the so-called altar from inside out could complete the reversal of the ritual.

He was just betting on that one-in-a-million possibility.

He didn't care about his own life.

Just as Barclay said, you're going to die anyway, so what the hell are you afraid of?

And now, he had bet correctly.

Every inch of the pattern on the altar lit up at this moment, and the brilliant firelight around provided sufficient energy.

Thus, the ritual began to reverse.

On the altar, the heart-cage in D-14134's chest opened instantly.

The air in the room began to tremble, and a power not belonging to this space-time began to descend.

The runes on the altar became brighter and brighter, and bright red, crimson light erupted, flowing around his body as if it had life.

Those monsters that had merged with the shadow were torn, dragged, elongated, and extended by an invisible force, forced to separate from their collective existence.

They wailed, roared, and bellowed, struggling unwillingly, resisting in vain.

But this ritual communicated the power of their Lord; as the Lord's servants, the Lord's creations, how could they resist, how could they disobey!

One by one, they turned into wisps of thin smoke, spiraling and rushing into D-14134's heart.

Deprived of freedom again, imprisoned and locked up once more.