Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 230: The second impact

Second Impact

The clothes she wore when attending Sent’s banquet had been dried, and when Sakiya wore the suit and trousers, Engels was already snoring in the recliner.

Reading Network) Alice stared at the roof in a daze. In this gloomy and humid weather, she had to shrink in a house full of antiques. There was no entertainment at all, and she felt like her bones were going to be moldy. .

After the stimulating battle, I felt like I was dug out of a large blank in my heart, and I felt more drowsy, as if even the things in my head turned into a pile of mud-even if I don’t like fighting, I am afraid of injury and Pain, but in this abnormal world, it seems that only fighting can resolve boredom.

"If it was so friendly to tourists, it must be in a different mood now." Alice sighed deeply. Nothing at all noticed the look I cast at her, just to relieve myself. Mumbling to himself for his boredom and anxiety. However, her face is much better than when she first encountered it. I think at least this boring time of being unable to do anything can somewhat dilute the tragic and fearful things she has encountered.

Indeed, purely speaking of the uniqueness of style, customs, scenery and climate, this place already has all the conditions to become a cultural scenic spot. However, that is nothing after all. If you run to the street casually, you may encounter the accident that even your bones will be gnawed away at any time.

It is precisely because I understand the dangers of this world that I have to hide in this not-so-spacious old house.

The food stored in the room is unappetizing, and there is nothing to pass the time. I can only get stuck in a chair, listening to the thunderstorm outside the window, and counting from the neck of the hourglass. The dripping sand, in front of the warm fire, let his thoughts disappear in the light and shadow.

After I helped Mae put on dry clothes, I placed her on a chair near the fireplace. Occasionally, she cast her gaze from the gap of the dressing curtain, and she could see her sitting in the chair with the grace of a lady. The back is close to the back of the chair like a magnet, and the head is tilted slightly, showing a blurred expression of half-dream and half-awake. The long black and soft hair fell on the shoulders, contrasting with the white slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Mae is a beauty who can hardly find any flaws when he is not talking. I already have a deep understanding of this, but even at this moment, there must be abnormal thinking in her mind.

I also changed into the dress for the dinner party, leaned against the wall near the window, and took out my favorite Camel brand cigarette from my pocket. It was once soaked in rain and squeezed out of shape and then dried. It became the crooked and shriveled appearance in front of me. This horrible appearance is simply a true portrayal of my current life. For a moment, this thought flashed through my mind, and then I abandoned it to the back of my head, smoothed the cigarette in my palm, and held it in my mouth. Ignited.

The mellow smell of smoke swirled in the mouth and lungs, and white snakes spurted from the nose. There was a moment of confusion in the brain. How long has it been since the days of smoking in a daze for a person like this? The back figure who once ran into the school toilet to smoke secretly seems to have become thinner after many washings. Obviously it happened more than a month ago, but the people and things at that time have been vaguely left with only a silhouette, replaced by a single body.

It's really strange, the voice of the dead is deeper than that of the living, what are you kidding about in this world?

Looking back, even though I was a top student, I didn't have any unique talents from Ranwen.com. If you think about it carefully, it's at most a panacea-like role. You can do everything, and do everything better than most people, but it is the best without Ranwen.com, and there are many undeniable vices that are just concealed by the aura of top students. It turned out to be this kind of self. From so many fierce battles, he was nearly alive. The combat elites he encountered could not be counted with his fingers, but he was the only one who survived. Before he knew it, he became a comparison. Most people want strong fighters.

Luck?

Strength?

Or fate?

This makes me wonder, what kind of destiny is it that made me enter this kind of life? And where is its end, and in what way does it appear?

Although you can capture the trajectory of fate from your own footprints when you look backward, when you look forward, it is still a fog. However, even if you can't see the context, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Although some people say that if everyone's destiny is fixed, no matter what they do, they are already in their destiny, then prophecy has no meaning. However, sometimes I really want to know what my future will look like, even if the possibility of tragedy cannot be ruled out.

"That..." The hesitant voice that sounded not far away interrupted my thoughts, and I looked over there. Alice did not know when to sit down in front of Sakiya, and she was hesitant to talk. He looked dodgy at the girl wearing a mask.

"What's wrong? Miss Alice." Sakiya asked rhetorically. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. After putting on a serious women’s suit, her voice has become more mature than before. Moreover, it is very gentle and exudes a reassuring breath, as if she is older than Alice’s sister. . The tyranny in the battle, the weakness in crying, and the stubbornness in anger, it seemed that she didn't exist in her at all.

Should we say that we have grown, or something else?

Girls, they are really difficult creatures.

"What should I call you? Recorder?" Alice said hesitantly.

"Ah, no, my name is Sakiya, just call my name." Sakiya smiled, although his facial features are hidden under the weird mask, it doesn't make people feel obtrusive. It's kind. Penetration from the mask is normal.

"Well, that's it, is it really okay? You can only call it a code name for this kind of work, right?" Alice said.

"No, there is no express provision on Ranwen Novel. Although everyone is accustomed to using code names, many people’s code names are not easy to remember and change for various reasons from time to time. Moreover, I have nothing to do with replacing numbers. Talent, so instead of using a bad code name, it's better to call the name directly." Sakiya explained.

"So that's the case, then, I'll call you Sakiya. You can also call me Alice, you don't need anything like Miss"

"Okay."

"Then...Sakiya, I want to ask..." Alice showed hesitation again.

"What? Just say it, Alice." Sakiya said softly and calmly.

"It's about this kind of mask." Alice's face became firm, her gaze no longer dodges, and her gaze fell straight on Sakiya's face, "You seem to have gotten rid of the control of the mask. Can you tell What's my experience? And, your mask doesn't seem to be an ordinary type, is there any difference?"

"This matter..." Sakiya smiled regretfully under Alice's nervous gaze. "Actually, I don't know. But if there is someone who really loves in my heart, I will definitely go from there. Gaining strength, although it may not be the point to get rid of control. Alice’s boyfriend also succeeded in sending you out of the street because he loved Alice? I don’t know what happened to him."

"The one you really love..." Alice chewed on these words, then shook her head with a disappointed expression, "I'm sorry, although I am very grateful to that man, he is not my boyfriend. . I don’t feel that Ranwen Novel.com has reached that level with him."

"Is that so?" Sakiya was a little surprised at first, but immediately showed a clear expression, "Do you want to wear a mask?"

"Yes, although I am very scared, I have seen everything that happened in the yard before." Alice hesitated and nodded and said, "It seems dangerous, but among the people I know, that Aside from the man, Sakiya, you seem to have completely gotten rid of the control of the mask. This place is very dangerous, so I want to have the power to protect myself."

"That's it..." Sakuya's head suddenly turned towards me, and Alice's gaze fell on me. I smoked the cigarette indifferently, and did not intend to take out the last mask. Sakiya’s lessons learned are enough to prove the danger of face masks. Sakuya will become what it is now, without Ranwen Novel Network being controlled by the face mask, it is completely an accidental occurrence of various abnormalities intertwined.

When things in this town have not yet reached this point, I have studied why Sakuya, who does not have the fighting ability of Ranwen, was sent to this team. Expelling the Devil Week, the memory she showed is actually more suitable for working at the headquarters.

Think about it now, the reason why I was able to enter the world of Irene’s nightmare may be because of having a messenger. Then, Sakuya, who was once a demon parasite, must have retained a certain trait in his body, that's why he awakened his talents and even changed his face mask.

Sakiya once mentioned that when she was struggling with the control of the mask, a third force suddenly appeared from her body, which changed the situation of both sides, and then let Sakiya's personality win the final victory. I always felt that after the exorcism, the power of the devil remained in Sakiya's body.

Relying on this power, Sakiya showed an extraordinary fighting instinct.

In addition, the demon who once parasitized Sakiya's body is now my envoy, and this bond of contact is also one of the factors for success.

Finally, from what Sakiya described, the demon originally chose her as the body, it is also very likely that Sakiyamoto's body has a certain peculiarity.

If this magic mask is one of the powers of the doomsday, then Sakiya, who has already dealt with the powers of the doomsday, has certain experience.

All these factors make Sakiya's growth itself a special case. Ordinary people like Alice, once wearing a face mask, either die immediately or are immediately controlled by the face mask. There is almost no other possibility.

Perhaps I understood my thoughts from my attitude, Alice's face was a little sad, but it seemed to be a sigh of relief.

"It's better not to take risks." Sakiya comforted her: "We will protect you."

"Um...Sakuya, how do you feel wearing this mask? Does it have no effect on eyesight, hearing, and smell?" Alice turned the topic away.

"There should be no Ranwen Novel Network. How should I put it..." Sakiya smiled embarrassedly, "As far as I am concerned, I can't feel a mask on my face at all."

"Hey? What do you mean?"

"In other words, this mask is almost like a part of the skin. However, when I think of taking it off, I will tear it off with my face, making my hair creepy." Sakiya rubbed his arms. Alice shivered in empathy.

"Could it be that I can't take it off anymore?" Alice said nervously.

"Hey?" Sakiya exclaimed as if she didn't expect this at all.

"Yes, I can take it off." Before the two of them fell into a panic, I quickly inserted the topic, "I have seen many wizards who need to change their masks. And, Yeah, you should have noticed the masks. The coming power is not infinite, so it must be supplemented. I think maybe it can be taken off when the power in the mask is exhausted."

"Ah...If this is the case, I'm relieved." Sakiya sighed and patted her chest.

"Because the power of the mask is limited, and there is no way to supplement it for the time being, so we must do a good job of distribution of power. Ah Ye, this time the raid on the teleportation point, you will be one of the most important combat power. First, if you run out of strength in the street, you may not need to wear this mask again if you return to reality."

Although I think she would mind that she always wears such a mask, Sakiya calmed down abnormally after hearing that the mask would lose its effectiveness when she returned to reality. After a long while, she let out a soft "um" sound. Before the sound fell, there was a sudden vibration on the ground and a violent roar from a distance.

It seems that there was a thunder, but the people who stayed in this room, except Alice, could hear it, it was not thunder at all.

Before the vibration on the ground subsided, Engels, who seemed to be asleep, jumped up abruptly and looked around uncertainly.

"What? What happened?" he shouted.

At this time, only Zhenjiang can comfort and rest. Everyone looked at each other. I dropped my cigarette butt, went to the window, and looked out from the gap in the curtain. Many wizards walked out of the houses adjacent to and across the street, and the endless crowd in the street stopped. Although they could not see their expressions through their hoods and masks, they were messy or hesitant from there. To judge, he was obviously taken aback by the sudden explosion.

When Zhenjiang and I had a big fight in the mask workshop, they also looked like this. Less than two hourglasses before the workshop was raided, another explosion occurred, and the relevance of it is really reverie.

I can’t tell whether their expressions are angry or scared at this time. I think that the "streets" with such tight hiding places must be very safe and stable for these locals, but now they happen one after another. The contact war outside, even the workshop was almost destroyed, it must have dealt a great blow to them.

Although you can see the direction of people on the street from the window, you can't see things in that direction. After a while, the wizards hurried in that direction under the heavy rain. Someone came out of the house one after another and merged into the flow of people. The sound of intensive footsteps joined the sound of pattering rain. I noticed that this unusual behavior does not seem to be entirely spontaneous, and these wizards have received some kind of call-up. But I am not a wizard, and I can't see the scenery in the eyes of the wizards who came to the street from this window, so I don't understand what happened.

"Aya, something is wrong, how do you feel?" I turned to Sakiya and asked.

"No, there is no Ranwen Novel Network at all." Sakiya shook her head in doubt, and asked with some concern: "What happened? Is Captain Jung and Dorothy in danger?"

"Well, a bit..." Before I finished speaking, Engels interrupted me.

Engels has opened the back door leading to the yard, his eyes shifting between the house and the sky outside with some anxiety. From there, a strong wind blasted Engels' black robe, and the soot and flames in the fireplace burst.

"Come and see." he cried.

Except for Mae, who was still lying in the chair and staying in the wind, I, Alice, and Sakiya all ran over. The wind didn't blow into the house, but was sucked out of the house. In the past, the gray mist floating in mid-air fluttered in the direction the wind blows away, and in a short while, countless clearly visible air ducts were formed in the gloomy air. Just standing at the door, I felt the strong wind, which seemed to lift people up, and the rain curtain also produced a clear bias.

It can only be described by the movement of wind and rolling clouds. The indescribable large-scale fog rushes, making the sky in this area clearer than ever, and the electric light moving in the dark clouds can almost be seen directly from the ground. Razer. The gray mist that kept gathering in the distance condensed into a huge cross of Mal Jones's house~IndoMTL.com~ The sound of footsteps outside the fence, undoubtedly, were all moving in that direction.

"What the **** is he doing..." Engels opened his mouth in amazement.

Touch, touch, touch——

A knock on the door awakened us. Alice's face suddenly tightened, visibly nervous and panicked. I also smelled vigilance on Engels and Sakuya. Engels concealed the back door, Sakuya squeezed his fists hard, our eyes met each other, and I stepped forward to test the visitor. Engels personally protected Alice, and Sakiya acted as aid.

Touch, touch, touch——

When I walked to the wall of the main entrance, the people outside knocked on the door again impatiently.

"Who is it?" I asked, searching the local language in my memory.

The answer to me was a fierce gunfire. The door opened like a hornet's nest. The bullets flying into the house were embedded in the furniture and walls, lifting a piece of lime wood chips, and then the door was kicked open from the outside.