The World of Masks

A village in the Middle East. It was a village with the Middle East itself that people thought was very confused by its politics, economics and religion. That's why the villagers had a hard life. As you struggle to escape, you see no hope of escaping this chaos, like the swamp that falls further and further. Violent poverty and the occasional presence of armed forces have deprived people of hope.

But this town was a better place. There are United Nations peacekeepers nearby, so at least the armed forces were not able to attack in public. I got a little bit of support. Of course, I couldn't escape poverty and threats completely, but at least somewhere.

But even that same peace is over.

Extraterrestrial beings that suddenly invaded the Earth. Humanity formed an alliance to eliminate humanitarian threats by using New Zealand as a home base, and its alliance was annihilated.

Powerful nations that had no room began to gather forces scattered around the world. Even the peacekeepers near the village were no exception.

All equipment and personnel have been withdrawn. Just a small trace of a human being's life remains, and their encampment returns to the desolate wasteland. At the very least, the peaceful Eugene army gave some food to the villagers when they left. But that didn't give me any comfort. The town has returned to a so-called bay, where it can be attacked by armed groups and others at any time.

And the result was this:

A small square in the town. There was a group of people there. He was quite familiar with holding an AK47 with his mask on.

They were the terrorists I heard so much about on the news. Most of the Middle Eastern terrorist groups were dressed up as fashionistas.

They surround the square as if they were surrounding something.

The center of the square inside their perimeter. A pile of firewood. It was roughly taller than human height. A large cross made of wood was placed on a pile of chaotic wood, and a man was tied up. It was like watching the execution of the ancient Jesus.

The bones of the tied man were a mess. His face was swollen everywhere and blood was spilled from his mouth. The clothes I was wearing were like rags. The bare flesh revealed between the torn clothes was covered in bloody bruises. At first glance, he was terrified.

What was unusual was the object that tied him up. Usually you tie a man with a hard rope or a rope, but a man is bound with a strong chain. The person who tied him up was tied up in layers so that he needed to be called Ching as if he was not relieved by tying him once. It was like tying a predator to a beast that ordinary humans couldn't handle.

One of the group in the mask grabs the camera. I started photographing the man who was tied up.

"From now on, we begin the execution of the Devil who defied the gods!"

A leader appears before the pyre and shouts out in a loud voice. Surrounding armed groups respond violently. The villagers who were scared and breathing inside the surrounding building shivered in anger.

"Who dares to stray from the gracious teachings of our gods and hold the Devil within himself! You must return to God and forgive the filth of his soul!"

The leader gestures. A few people protrude out and start spraying something that was in the barrel. If you smell a lot, your hair will get messy and you'll smell like vomit. It was definitely oil.

"Urgh! Urrgh!!!"

The man who was tied up struggled. You scream desperately. However, the struggle is hampered by the chained chains, and the screams are interrupted by the bitten jabbles.

Queek, queek!

The wooden cross, which is not sturdy, gives a creepy sound. Had it not been reinforced with iron, it would have been broken a long time ago. It was a terrifying force.

Terrorists who were spraying oil around the area flinched, wondering if men would break free and attack. I stopped pouring oil and opened up the gap.

But in the end, he couldn't break free. He was a man who was a superpower, but he was not such a superpower because the God in his possession was quite small.

The terrorists oiled the guy again because he couldn't break free. One man poured oil on the cross and on the man. The stink and damp sensation caused the man to panic.

The oiled terrorists retreated. The leader folds his arms and watches the scene as he gives the signal.

Bloop!

A terrorist shows up with a fire. It was a small fire on the tip of a branch the size of a child's forearm, but the vivid red and hot heat were clearly self-asserting.

“Ahhhh!! ”

When the fire broke out, the man struggled harder. However, you don't seem to notice that the chain can only rattle around and loosen.

Tuck!

A twig with a flame falls on the pyre.

Glug-ug-ug!

It is quick. The flame burns the oil and catches on to the pyre. The surging heat fills the area around the pyre.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! ”

A desperate scream echoes. I couldn't hear the right scream when I was gagged, but I could tell by the horror of the pain the man was suffering. The flame that swept over the pyre flew its red tongue and carried it to the cross. It was a man's body, no exception.

The man struggled with tears. The heat has warmed me up and down. I could not say the pain of the directly burned leg. You can smell the stink of burning flesh in the square. The villagers hiding in the house were even more disturbed by the horror. But the terrorists didn't even blink and watch. They were not the same man.

How long has it been? The flame dances more vigorously and the smoke covers the entire male cross. But I could no longer hear the man's screams.

Maybe it's good for the guy. I don't have to suffer so much anymore. But the flame that cut off the man's command still burns. The man's body slowly turns to ash.

After a few hours.

The pyres collapse. The man's body had already been burned to a crisp. Where the soft flesh went, only the charred bones barely retained their shape.

The sun was already about to go down. A gloomy sunset shines down upon his remains. The dry wind that passes by seems to replace his roar.

The camera was removed by the photographer. The other terrorists laughed and talked. You laugh at the pile of firewood, which is still steaming.

The leader steps forward again. You give your men an order to clear the remaining pyres. His men come and get some sticks from somewhere and start digging through the pyres. Smoke and ash scattered and the remaining heat threatened them. Occasionally, the remaining fireworks hook up and splash.

The leader stares calmly at the pile of burning wood. Something shines in his eyes in the sunlight.

“Wait!”

Your men have stopped moving. The leader walks on his feet. You snatch the staff from one of your minions and dig through the pyres yourself.

Tegur!

Something rolls out of the ash-covered pyre. It was a black reliquary, but it seemed worthwhile to look at the sparkling spots that were not covered in ash.

The leader picks it up. I took a package out of my arms and carefully put it in. Then I put the package back in my arms.

The leader looks around again and shouts.

“Evacuate.”

We're done here. The terrorists quickly boarded the vehicle and left the village.

After they left, there was a silence like death in the square. But then one or two people came out of the building.

People rush to the place where the man was burned to death. I saw the place with a grief face. The man who died here was from a village here. It was their neighbor, their friend, their family.

A woman ran to a place full of children. I cried horribly, hugging a corpse that had only bones left. Suddenly, my face, hands, and clothes became dirty, but I didn't notice anything like that. The children cling to her and quack, quack, quack.

He was the husband of a woman, the father of children. Hiding in the house, their hearts were literally raging, watching their husbands and fathers die in agony.

The villagers approach them. Then I began to appease them. Some of her friends hug her and cry together.

Under the pitch-dark night sky, only a mourning cry echoes out.

* * *

There was a man in the room. The sight of a turban wrapped around his head gives a sense of the man's religion. The guy with the dark eyebrows and the beard sitting on the expensive couch.

The room with him was spectacular. stuffed animals with well-processed ivory or definitely endangered species. There were also jewelry made of gold, silver and jewelry. Furniture was all made of fine wood, and the floor was lined with lion and tiger hide.

Just by looking in the room, I found several crimes worth going to jail for. It was evidence that the owner of the room was an unusual person.

The man clutches his chin with one hand and holds something in the other. I slowly looked at the object, carrying it in front of my eyes.

Items were clearly collected in the Middle Eastern villages by terrorists burning poor superpowers and killing them in the ashes. However, at that time, it was ugly to cover the ashes, but now it was different from a glimmering golden glow. Its fist-sized surface was engraved with a fine line full of mysterious symbols.

[Failure.]

I heard a heavy voice. It was a language that was conveyed directly into God's unique head, not audible ears.

“Is it a failure?”

[Fail.]

“Tsk!”

The man kicked out his tongue once and threw it away. The thing that fell on the fluffy tiger hide carpet rolls a few times and stops.

“Well done. I worked hard to get you that expensive duck halcon. ”

Surprisingly, it was Orihalkon, the rarest and most precious metal of all time. I didn't know how much a duckling the size of a fist was worth.

“Are you sure you can trust them? Do you have any idea how many failed attempts they've made? ”

In this vicinity, there was no one around, at least, to make the king's judgments so twisted that he survived. That's why the man's annoyance was spiking even more.

[Well, calm down. They're doing the best they can, and he's the only one who can do this. Even Ueron is impossible. We've only just begun the experiment.]

God said, blaming his urgency. The man frowns in frustration.

[I understand, but if you succeed in this experiment, you will be able to do what you want. I will make it so. Yes ]

God hurled a seductive word to the man that had no place to sweeten him.

[It is possible to establish a great Islamic nation.]