Bang... bang... bang...
Gunshots rang out intermittently through the camp. At that moment, everyone in the camp was affected by the chanting.
The solemn, austere scriptures sounded in their ears, yet all sorts of bizarre situations began to occur.
Some people saw terrifying scenes. Some recalled moments they did not want to face. Some went mad and shot themselves. Others mistook their companions for monsters.
Some remained mentally unaffected, but their bodies began to mutate. Their limbs seemed to develop minds of their own and tore themselves away from their torsos, leaving them able only to scream as they watched themselves undergo the punishment of being torn apart by chariots.
Some remained mentally unaffected, and their bodies did not mutate either, but they kept vomiting. Swarms of flying insects poured from their mouths, yet those insects were all fragments of human internal organs—their bodies were all flesh and blood!
The entire camp fell into an indescribably bizarre state.
The situation continued for more than ten minutes. Then the camp became quiet, and nearly everyone was dead.
The only person still alive was the captain of the Mecha Squad.
At that moment, he crawled out of a room. Every time he moved, blood seeped continuously from his stomach.
Earlier, he had seen the face of the woman he had once abandoned grow out of his stomach. Terrified, he had used a knife to dig at that face, trying to cut it off his abdomen.
The result was obvious.
His stomach was now a bloody mess. However, the excruciating pain had actually snapped him awake from the effects of what seemed like an illusion.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the ways several of his companions had died. He could be certain that this was Black Crone's influence imposed upon the