Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 316: Network Chaos (4)

Baishuwu Quanwen 316 Network Chaos (4)

The snake-like flexible gray mist was "killed". I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief because the wizards looked so surprised that they didn't continue to attack. However, this is also because they still despise me. After all, they used sneak attacks to kill their companions. In the process of this attack, they were trying to protect themselves, perhaps they didn't notice my unusual explosive power at all. Outside of this, no matter how I look at it, I am no different from ordinary people.

I hid on the side and adjusted my breathing, staring at the two wizards with pretending fear and incomprehension, feeling calm and joyful. From my own point of view, the pace and direction of the battle has gradually fallen into the pre-booked track.

The wizard who manipulated the Grey Mist Snake hesitated to hook his fingers. Of course, it had no effect. He didn't immediately release a second gray mist, which made me think that this gray mist spell could not be used casually. Recalling Father Xi Sen's words, the gray mist is a valuable consumable for them, not only to support the source of spells but also to maintain their lives. Thinking of this, I am even more convinced that the initiative in this battle is in my own hands. The other wizard also said something incomprehensible in a surprised tone.

Perhaps, in their eyes, an amorphous thing like gray mist shouldn't have been "killed" so easily. I didn't understand what was going on, but when the eyes of the two wizards fell on the folding knives, I knew it too. It must be the effect of this folding knife of unusual material. Father Xi Sen took it on his body and gave it to me not simply because it was sharp.

This folding knife has an effect similar to the "demon" in the wizard story.

The beating of my heart gradually stabilized, and I was like a fish returning to the water, breathing the precious air greedily and hungrily. When the wizard was patrolling the surroundings and talking to each other, I stood up. I was not injured at all, but pretended to be injured. I gently shook my body and waved a dagger in front of me, pretending to be a lier, to confuse the two wizards. The longer the time delay, the more despised by the opponent, the greater the chance of killing another person the next time the power bursts.

"Who are you? Why are you arresting my friend?" I yelled in an angry and frightened tone, trying to see if the two wizards could understand the most orthodox language in this country, but each other I didn’t pay any attention at all. Although I couldn’t see their expressions, I could feel it directly from that indifferent attitude. They seemed to treat my scream as a juggling monkey squeaking, or a kind of irritable background. Murmur.

I don't know what kind of discussions they have made. The wizard who had previously controlled the gray mist snake turned around and seemed to leave the bedroom, while the other wizard threw a shield made of gray mist on the ground. The shield turned into a monster with a weird and disgusting appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye. I didn't dare to act rashly, carefully observing the appearance of this monster, trying to find out its attack method from its proportions, threatening limbs or even some of its instinctive movements. This is the method I learned from TV shows such as Animal World. Those professionals usually analyze the trunks, organs and limbs of animals in detail to explain how they prey.

This monster is not any kind of animal in reality, it is full of unrealistic sense of incongruity. Its hind limbs are thick and full of scales, enough to support the body to stand up, judging from the proportion and shape of the joints, it is full of extraordinary explosive power and jumping power. I think it uses these strong hind limbs to rush out in an instant, jump, and use sickle-like forelimbs to cut prey. However, according to common sense, such hind limbs are not conducive to running. If it is in an open place, once it rushes out in a straight line and does not kill its prey, it changes its role and becomes the one being hunted. The problem is here, this bedroom is not narrow, but it can be within this range, repeatedly using the walls and ceiling to make reflections and jumps, making the way of movement more flexible.

Its eyes are turbid yellow, with vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals such as snakes and crocodiles. They look fierce and cunning. They are like cold glass **** reflecting the figure of their prey. Baishuwu (full text e-book for free download) When I look at each other, the three toes of each foot habitually tap the ground in turn, full of rhythm, and the nails on the toes are even harder as hooks. There is no doubt that it can easily tear thick leather.

This toe reminds me of those terrifying predators when dinosaurs occupied this planet-Velociraptor.

The forelimbs of this monster are in another form, sickle-shaped, like the limbs of a praying mantis. Like the guillotine, its forearm and forearm can bite into each other. The side of the forearm is smooth and sharp, and the side where the forearm and the forearm bite is covered with fine serrations.

Its spine is a little hump, and the back looks smooth, but when the light glides through, you will find that there is a layer of barbed spikes along the spine line to the top of the head. If it is hit, A whole piece of muscle will definitely be torn off, causing heavy bleeding.

Besides, what made me pay more attention was its head. The auditory organs like ears cannot be seen from the outside, and there are only two holes under the eyes that should be the nose. This makes me think that it is a creature that abandons hearing and strengthens the sense of smell. The mouth is convex, showing the shape of an exoskeleton. It didn't even mean to scream. Between the upper and lower jaws of the mouth, there was a layer of strange lines, which seemed to be sewn with needles and threads. But it is this appearance that makes me vigilant, thinking that if it opens its mouth, it must be a fatal blow.

What a wonderful gray fog spell, the monster created is full of life, not the puppet I originally thought. I think these gray mists must have both physical organic and inorganic properties, as well as non-material "spiritual" properties.

The impression of this monster when it is described in words seems to be nothing more than that, as if it has inherited some of the best elements of their hunting instincts through the hybridization of various predators. But because of this, I believe that those who actually witnessed it would have a strong sense of rejection like me, and felt that its appearance was completely a blasphemy against morality, life and nature, and it shouldn’t be here at all. Things in the world. I was surprised that I felt this way, because even the devil I met last night would not be like that.

Compared with the Hellhound, the monster in front of you at least looks more "demon".

The observation was over in just a few seconds, because the wizard who turned to leave suddenly exclaimed, and some dull voice seemed to be suppressed by him. He was stunned in front of the three small cocoons, as if he had just discovered that the bloody, skinless thing turned out to be three heads. I believe that he will see that these three heads were cut off from his companions, and the horrible scene of being stripped of the skin will definitely remind him of his tragic end.

At this moment, the wizard was visibly shaken. And the other wizard turned his head because of his exclamation.

I caught sight of this moment, and like the previous sneak attack, I summoned my strength to rush towards the wizard who released the gray mist monster. If possible, I want to choose the wizard who exclaimed, but unfortunately, another wizard is standing in between us. I was ready to be intercepted by the gray mist monster, but when the monster really moved, I really realized that it had a completely different flexibility and aggressiveness from the gray mist snake before.

The wizard who created it didn't have any actions to direct it. All judgments and actions of this monster were spontaneous.

I already know how fast the Mercedes-Benz is at the moment of the outbreak. Although it cannot last, it can almost catch up with the speed of a sports car for the duration, faster than the speed of the Cheetah. However, the explosive power of this monster is not inferior, it shoots over like a spring when it seems unprepared.

Without even blinking, we almost bumped into each other. Its speed and my speed have been combined, and it is too fast for my reflex nerves to react at this high speed. Fortunately, it would be bad to be hit-this thought was always in my mind, so I could still raise my arm and use a folding knife to chop the two sickle forelimbs that were swung facing each other.

The powerful force separated us from each other, and the folding knife and the serrations on the monster's forelimbs were scraped together, making a sharp and piercing sound. The forelegs of the monster's sickle, as previously judged, almost bit the blade of the folding knife. It couldn't do it, because my wrist and fingers were instinctively exerting force at this moment, and the blade retracted into the handle with a click.

Sure enough, this monster was obviously different from the gray mist snake before. The folding knife could not cut off its hard limbs.

Under the reaction force of the collision, the monster's body is flying backwards. This kind of flying speed should be amazing, but in my view, who is also in high-speed movement at this time, it is full of an elegant sense of coordination. It is indeed an expert in sports warfare. It hasn't lost its balance at all. Once it landed, it was the beginning of the second attack.

I realized that the situation had reached a very critical juncture, and the speed and strength of my instantaneous explosion could not last at all.

Three breaths-I can instinctively feel that I only have three breaths to kill a wizard.

At this time, the two wizards were already startled by the sudden fierce battle between me and the monster. The two are looking back, and their fingers are starting to move. At this moment, the monster landed on the ground, then ejected to the ceiling, and leaped at me from high ground, trying to cut off my head.

I seem to be in a strange state at this moment, dozens of strategies for attacking and retreating from the depths of my mind filed up, and then fixed on one of them with my will.

I seem to hear the wind coming from my ears:

——Gao Chuan, you have to be enlightened.

It was my voice, but it didn't look like I was talking, but from the depth of the body's genes, and it was like another voice from the end of a distant soul.

I subconsciously felt that it was another "Gaochuan" voice on the spiral staircase.

——Gaochuan! You have to be enlightened!

My soul also screamed.

At this critical moment, I threw my jacket into the sky, and my body leaped out, sliding against the floor. I was burning with the last explosive power, the air filled with impurities seemed to have become a large piece of sandpaper surrounding me, and the white silks on the ground were also rubbing my body vigorously. I feel my skin is hot and painful, as if a layer of skin has been scraped off, as if it is about to burn.

The wizard's head turned back, and I tasted their surprise in this slow shot. Because in their eyes, they must have only seen the monster wrapped in a coat.

By lowering the height of the body, you can open the distance with the monster and enter the blind spot of the enemy's vision. This is the strategy I finally adopted.

The coat was torn to pieces by the monster, and I lay on the floor and brushed past the wizard who made the monster. The wizard's reaction was so keen, he had already sensed it, and was trying to chase my figure with his eyes. However, he was still a step slower. Even though the physique of the wizard was better than ordinary people, it was still far worse than me. After I tried my best, he couldn't capture my actions at all.

Only monsters do.

The monster was chasing me along the way I was sliding, and I grabbed the wizard by the ankle and pulled him down, blocking him between the monster and me. The wizard's hood slipped off, and the face tightly pressed by the mask distorted a look of horror, because he had no time to control the monster. Sure enough, just like my guess, his control over monsters could not be as timely and powerful as another wizard manipulating the gray mist snake. I successfully pierced the dagger into the back of his neck, and at the same time, the monster hit him.

In the huge muffled noise, the wizard and I were both knocked out by the monsters, and fell to the edge of the wall one after another. The side effect of explosive power made me unable to adjust my body, so I could only hug my head with my hands, huddled my body, and withstand the impact of the wall and the wizard. When the force was fed back to the body, my internal organs were tumbling. I wanted to vomit, but I only vomited a puddle of feverish blood. The blood was thick and like a paste, and the strength was like being drawn out of the body by an invisible straw. This time the malignant reaction was much larger than before. I almost felt that I was drawn away with twice the explosive energy, and my entire head was dizzy. Groggy.

I used my nails to pinch my arms, trying to keep myself from passing out. I also tried to think about some things in order to concentrate the remaining energy. The battle is not over yet, and I know that if I fall here, my end will be extremely miserable. The monster formed by the gray mist hovered anxiously in front of me, probably because the wizard who made him seemed to be out of order. It seemed to want to continue attacking, but was somewhat at a loss. It became more and more anxious, and even wanted to kill its own master or attack another wizard. Its eyes gurgled, and its crazy gaze wandered between me and the two wizards.

My hand was pressed by the monster owner's body. In places where they couldn't see, I tried my best to cut his body, pierce it deeply, and stir in the internal organs. This wizard who looked very alert and stronger than the other wizard gradually lost his breath, but his body still twitched reflexively, and a large amount of blood poured out onto my body, making me feel like my hand was penetrating. Greasy in engine oil.

I can no longer think about how horrible my face is at this time, but I subconsciously stirred my wrist to kill this wizard completely.

Until two or three seconds later, the monster still did not disappear, but its restlessness made me feel that its life is coming to an end. It seemed that it understood this and burst into the final chaos and madness. In the sluggishness of the last wizard, it rushed forward and launched an attack. Without the master's control, it is no longer the enemy. I think that the wizard’s gray fog spells must not be able to autonomously determine who is the enemy and who is the friend. What's more, judging from the previous attitudes of these wizards to their companions, they did not have enough friendship to be called "teammates". .

They are so indifferent to each other, not to mention their spells?

This discovery completely calmed my anxiety about the future. The Mar Jones family eroded the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult, but they failed to turn this terrible religion into a united collective, and even their direct combat unit "Wizards" did not achieve this. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that they have allowed them to occupy so many territories, and now that their power has spread to three continents, they still cannot walk in front of the world in an open manner and launch all the conspiracies and wars they want to carry out.

In the doomsday truth cult, there must be more believers like Father Sisson who are dissatisfied with the Mar Jones family.

The world is changing, becoming completely different from the past~IndoMTL.com~ This change started from the Mar Jones family of Doomsday Shinrikyo, but they only dominated the beginning and have no power to control the ending.

We still have a chance to win the final victory.

As the wizard was rushing to defend against the monster, I got up from the ground. In the end, this wizard was too far behind the other two. Regardless of judgment, fighting will or experience, he was like a recruit who had just stepped onto the battlefield. Dealing with such a guy is much easier than dealing with the other two. My battle strategy is correct, and luck is on my side. This kind of thought rekindled passionate fighting spirit in my heart, and this strong impulse and emotion was urging me to stretch out my blood-stained hands to grasp the victory.

I have truly felt the fear coming from the Shinnen wizard. He constantly aroused the gray mist, and was bitten and hit by crazy monsters in the defense. As the gray mist became thinner and thinner, his mood became more and more hysterical. As Father Sisson said, he was going to die. The monster turned into by the gray mist is about to die because of the owner's death and his own consumption. He also has to accept the fate that the power to maintain his own power and life is drying up.

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