Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The Thrush doesn't even need to prepare fuel; these Gastrea, especially those in the Zodiac, experience pain almost constantly.

These burning, tormented souls volunteered to serve as fuel, and the refined gold energy was instantly used by Dongjiang to build the Bloodhorn Nest!

He casually seized the soul of a soldier, and amidst its wailing, tossed it into the blood-red and grotesque lair, squeezing out the coordinates of Moscow from its endless agony.

"What...is that?" Rentaro Satomi stared at the Bloodhorn Nest formed by the overlapping and fused flesh of countless Gastrea creatures on the screen, a wave of nausea washing over him. He forced himself to suppress the urge and stared intently at the screen.

What on earth is this thing?!

At this moment, countless people had the same question, and amidst the pain they could not see but could vaguely feel, a blood-red door appeared, rippling like the surface of water, accompanied by countless blasphemous scarlet symbols.

A blood-red one-way door was thus opened.

On the other side of the door is Moscow's Central Avenue.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Rentaro stood up in disbelief and shouted—

"Kill them all! Eat them all! Except for the children who carry Gastrea genes, leave not a single one alive!"

Tsurugi pointed at the blood-red door and laughed wildly at the Gastrea army swarming beside her.

One after another, Gastrea rushed into the Bloodhorn Nest to end their suffering, and their suffering ignited an even larger doorway!

Meanwhile, Tsugumi, having donned the steel shell of her MS, grabbed her warhammer and entered the burning doorway with a maniacal laugh.

Eat all this garbage!!!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Today I'll start with small images, tomorrow with the world-ending images. I'll finish this disgusting world in two days!

Changing the style doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 147. Destroying a Nation

Moscow, Central Avenue.

Ten minutes ago, this was a normal street. Despite the overcast skies and tight supplies, people were still busy making a living. Children ran around in the streets, housewives hurried home with their few shopping bags, and soldiers patrolled the street corners, their expressions numb but relatively calm.

Then, hell descended.

The scarlet doors suddenly opened at the center of Moscow's Central Avenue, and then, a sea of ​​Gastrea surged in.

Gorky Park, Kursk Metro Station, Red Square, St. Basil's Cathedral.

These places were all swallowed up by the flood of biomass.

The stench of blood, the stench of entrails, the cloying sweetness of gastrulation, and the stench of human waste mixed together to create a nauseating, heavy atmosphere that enveloped the streets of Moscow.

The once bustling streets, landmarks, and residential areas were quickly transformed into slaughterhouses and playgrounds for monsters. The limited garrison was completely stunned by this surprise attack from within, unable to organize an effective resistance, and was often overwhelmed or scattered the moment they made contact with the enemy.

The communication channels were filled with desperate cries for help, chaotic commands, officers’ roars and soldiers’ dying screams, all eventually fading into silence or hoarse electrical noise.

Of course, they did try to resist.

They tried to gather under the huge birchstone, hoping to find shelter and safety there.

But when the crowd surged toward that place, what they saw was the stone tablet collapsing with a crash!

They watched in despair as the stone tablet collapsed, the structure that sealed the Gastrea's movements turning into ruins.

And all of this was accomplished by a steel demon wielding a giant hammer, who announced it with maniacal laughter amidst their shattered hopes and despair.

He said this was punishment.

He acts on behalf of God's will, on behalf of the wrath of the gods, he is the executor of hell's punishment—or to hell with it, I just want to slaughter you disgusting scum!

He said there were no innocent people here—except for some innocent children—but all Tsurugi could do was treat them the same and let the Gastrea spare them.

But in the end, they all had to face seven days of extermination and judgment of their souls.

But all the remaining high-ranking government officials in this world are guilty; they have all participated, to varying degrees, in the experiments of the former Gastrea.

Dongjiang wasn't making this up; it's true.

After subduing several Zodiac Zodiacs and connecting with their souls, Tsugumi saw too many truths.

Gastrea viruses originated from outer space; a falling meteorite brought this unique virus to the world.

It possesses the ability to repair and regenerate telomeres, and the announcement of this discovery has caused a frenzy among government leaders around the world.

Because it means immortality!

Regardless of political system or institutional structure, this yearning and greed for immortality is a desire rooted in the deepest level of every mortal.

So experiments began one after another, and soon the government discovered that the experiment was most effective on children under seven years old, and the possibility of going out of control increased exponentially with age when individuals were introduced into these special cells.

Protecting children is a biological instinct, but how much of that instinct remains when faced with the desire for immortality?

What's more, there are those who are trying to seize power for themselves by taking advantage of this apocalypse—the earliest Gastrea leak was deliberately caused by someone, but that person didn't expect things to get out of control to this extent.

But without a doubt, it was this group of guys who led the research on Gastrea who eventually became the ruling party after the war.

In Japan, within an organization called the Goshokai, they are secretly researching a "chromium-resistant gastrulation" breeding program. The goal of this program, which they call Project Black Swan, is to create gastrulation organisms resistant to chromium so they can use them to conquer the world.

This is also true of ruling parties in the United States, Russia, and other countries. They have established the so-called IISO organization, using these children infected with Gastrea as weapons and experimental subjects for New Humans, and they also possess many tools for controlling these Gastrea.

Examples include the NEXT mechanized surgery to modify the cursed child, experimental AGV drugs, and the Solomon Ring, a translation machine held by the Russian government for research purposes that can communicate with Gastrea...

And then there are those Four Sages and other such things.

Does it matter? Not at all.

Tsurugae simply watched these desperate people cursing him, and out of mockery and malice, told them the truth he knew.

Their current state is a direct result of the government they elected; all the suffering they endure is self-inflicted.

Whether these people believe it or not is irrelevant; Tsuruga only knows how to kill! In any case, whether they are good or evil, they will judge for themselves after death!

Soon, the returning Russian troops launched nuclear weapons, missiles, and then heavy infantry towards the capital.

However, it's too late.

Dongjiang's slaughter in Moscow had reached a sufficient number. After casually using the people here to upgrade his Davos Life Modification Technique to Lv2, he did not hesitate to use all his pain and souls to create the largest Bloodhorn Nest ever!

Then, the eight Zodiacs, along with the rest of the Gastrea legions, simultaneously descended upon all other regions of Russia, carrying out the order from Tsurugi River to slaughter everyone except children and the Cursed Children.

The following day, Russia was destroyed.

Of the 135 million people, all but 20 million children became food for the Gastrea. Eighty-three megaliths were destroyed, and more than 30 million new Gastrea infected were created, who then followed Tsurugi to the next region.

Apart from the thousands of cursed children and those children who were spared by the Thrush River, there were no survivors in Russia.

The world was shaken

Not only because of this disaster and the slaughter of countless Gastrea, but also because of the person who led these Gastrea to destroy a country!

He called himself Dongjiang, the Wrath of God, the Saint of Annihilation, the King of Life and Death, the Marquis of Mediation, the Lord of the Sith...

All those titles conveyed only one meaning—I am here to exterminate all of humanity!

Such madness naturally provoked curses and resistance from many remaining humans, but governments around the world remained silent, simply because the remote teleportation technology he presented was far beyond imagination.

They didn't see the destructive power of the individuals, but the ability to directly release Gastrea into the gathering area across thousands of miles filled them with fear and dread!

Fortunately, Tsurugi is not an unreasonable person.

His condition was simple—if you don't want me to destroy you, hand over the cursed child.

All the cursed children who have been rejected, attacked, and driven away by these countries, hand them over to the Tsuruga!

He gave them no time to think, and without handing over the people, he immediately marched on. When the British tried to threaten him with the cursed son, his response was to send a portal directly to Buckingham Palace.

In a day and a night, another country was destroyed and swallowed up by him.

While those cursed children who were used to threaten him also met their end, Tsugumi's actions had already demonstrated his ruthless attitude.

There is no room for negotiation, no room for compromise. Treating children leniently is not a condition for them to take advantage! It's either hand them over or die; there is no middle ground!

Some say the art of politics lies in compromise. And for these politicians in the quagmire, their choices are naturally the same.

Soon, the government began to count and search for the cursed children with unprecedented efficiency, gathering them together and sending them out of the safe zone in batches.

These children are bewildered and fearful, filled with dread about the unknown future, but they have no choice.

Despite possessing the power to resist, they have long been tamed by society and once lacked the courage to confront the government, so naturally they no longer have the right to resist.

As for those cursed children who joined IISO and became the initiators, they do have the ability to resist. However, when the government uses their companions to manipulate them, it is unknown how many of them can risk being wanted by the authorities to persevere.

Tsurugi wouldn't care about these things, and he wouldn't even care if he caused some cursed children who originally lived peaceful lives to suffer a tragic end.

He never cared about these details; his actions were the best he could do to save the situation. He even spared the innocent children, allowing them to live for seven more days to await their final judgment.

For him, this was still an utterly unnecessary action.

Therefore, he does not accept anyone's accusations or curses!

Time progressed to the sixth day.

The children of the curse in almost all regions have been contained, and Tsugumi has sent them to the Great Emperor or placed them in a safe area under his control.

After their initial panic and fear, the children quickly calmed down. Of course, they might still not understand what Tsurue was doing or why she was doing it, but for most of them, who had experienced the harsh realities of life, feeling Tsurue's kindness was enough for them to choose to trust her.

With only Japan left, Tsugumi deliberately stayed until the last day.

Because he was 100% convinced that this most nonsensical country in this nonsensical world would definitely give him some nonsensical tasks.

A fleet of unmanned armored vehicles were parked outside the safe zone.

As the vehicle's side door opened, bewildered girls stepped off, only to scream in terror at the sight of the colossal Stage 5 and a horde of Gastrea.

But they had nowhere to escape, because the wicked Uncle Tsurugi had blocked the way!

"Little ladies, don't be afraid, and don't scream—otherwise, Uncle's head will hurt."

Tsugumi, with what she thought was a kind smile, descended from above the Cancer constellation, looking at the large group of timid, fearful little girls before her, and said softly...

“I don’t know what you think, or what the adults who brought you here say about me. But I assure you, here you will have enough to eat and wear, and you will never have to worry about anyone discriminating against you again.”

"Don't worry about them! These...they won't hurt you~~~~"

Perhaps it was Tsurugi's words and attitude, but more likely it was the alluring aura he exuded; in any case, the initially panicked little girls quickly quieted down.

Tsurugi smiled, then kindly led each of the little girls by the hand to the teleportation gate and sent them inside one by one.

As he passed a blonde girl in a princess dress, he paused, then smiled at her.

"Tina, right? No matter what mission you've taken, I don't recommend you do it. I think you understand it's pointless, right?"