"You are the last hope." The superior's voice was hoarse. "No matter when and where you are, you must always believe. If it is not broken, it will not be established."
Blood spread on the battlefield and formed a rose-red river.
Boom--boom--boom--
The ancient bell above the church roared.
"History has taken a new reincarnation." The godfather frowned.
The Crying Clown smiled and shook off the blood in his hand, "Hope will eventually be destroyed." With crazy laughter, one person after another fell into a pool of blood, in the sunset.
The painted face of the clown looked particularly terrifying. Against the backdrop of the afterglow, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.
"Rebirth, destruction, bathing in fire." The prophet looked at the dilapidated city, "This is an oracle."
"If He exists..." The prophet lowered his head and stopped talking.
This is 3018 reincarnations.
But the story seems to be constant, leading to the same ending every time.
Common people are like lambs to be slaughtered
Guards resist with shields
The witch died in the dark night
The hunter holds up his pistol
The Sheriff pronounced it doomed
Werewolves kill like fools
The prophet speaks again
Entering reincarnation again.
"You have no chance." God said.
"The story is not yet settled." The evil god smiled, "My followers are still hiding among the civilians."
It's a minion.
The black-haired boy walked forward in the winding pool of blood, carving out a way out.
He opened his lips and said softly: "3019 reincarnations."
Everything moved quickly like a slow-motion movie, the damaged buildings were quickly spliced together, and the debris after the war floated to the sky, and then they were spliced into human figures. The city comes to life in an instant.
The memory was erased again.
[The Werewolf Game Officially Begins] The bell above the church began to swing again, accompanied by a clear female voice, which seemed particularly eerie in the dawn.
Concept: A story with werewolf killing as the background