Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 337: Hunting the devil
[The Four Hells] 337 Hunting the Devil
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337 Hunting the Devil
It's terrible.
The first impression of this demon is that it is ugly in appearance and slow to move. It does not seem to have any advantages except that it sprays strong corrosive yellow water and the meat dropped from its body has a strong reproductive ability. . Faced with an attack by the security guards of the ruling bureau, it is like a slow-moving target. Because its appearance is in a melted state, it will give people an illusion of fragility. It is surprising that it has not been torn apart by the storm-like saturated ammunition attack. After being beaten into a sieve, there is still no sign of death, which also makes people feel uncomfortable. However, it was able to launch a powerful shock wave, and the seemingly harmless tortoise suddenly exposed Bai Sensen's teeth.
My heart is still beating, and my heart is lingering. In the building that was hit, I pierced through the flying dust to look for the possible figure. If he were hit directly, Father Xi Sen would definitely not survive, but Father Xi Sen's super power was to control the air pressure. After all, although the devil’s gun is powerful, its power should still be spread through air, so Father Xi Sen, who can control the air pressure, should not be defeated so easily.
Should I say that it was Father Xi Sen who was fortunately attacked? If the devil chooses other people as the target, at least Tritty is unlikely to be spared.
After firing a cannonball, the demon returned to its original slow-moving appearance. Its body is swaying in place, looking weak and windy, and it can't help being staggered by the intensive shooting of the security guards, but this appearance sets off its horror. How many bullets has this guy hit? Its body was shaved off by one-third, but now the missing part is still only one-third. I don't know when it will come again, it looks like hesitating about who to choose for the second target.
I didn't want to be used as a target, so when it turned to me, I immediately ran like a one-story building nearby, using the wall to isolate its sight, and then I went out through the window on the other side. I tried to hide behind the devil and ran to the building where a large hole had been dug. Soon I saw the burly figure coming out of the misty sand.
In the other direction, Omi and Cui Di have also converged. Omi is still holding the suitcase in one hand and holding the chainsaw in the other hand, with a relaxed and calm appearance. She and I met and nodded lightly. Tritty stared at the building destroyed by the concussion gun with a frightened expression. Under the dim light of the street lamp, her face seemed to be frozen.
None of us greeted with our voices, for fear of alarming the terrifying demon at this time. This is a bit different from the original intention of trying to attract the devil's attention, but we were really taken aback by the devil's attack.
Fr. Xi Sen's uniform-style coat became crumpled, and there were obvious tears in several places, as if it had been picked up from a trash can. His expression was as embarrassed as his clothes, but he didn't seem to have any serious injuries except for some bruises. There was also a lingering expression on his face, standing on the opposite side of the street and gesturing towards us.
He meant: Actively attack this demon.
Tritty turned between Father Xi Sen and the demon with startled and horrified eyes, a little hesitant. Her fear and hesitation are understandable, but if you don’t attack, it seems that this demon will be difficult to die in the attack of the security guard. If you choose to escape, it will be equivalent to exposing your back to this terrifying guy, allowing it to be able to Locate one of us leisurely, and use a powerful sasser to destroy us one by one.
If this happens, at least one person will die before we completely escape its attack range. Moreover, since this demon can track us through the phone booth line, it is inevitable that we will not repeat the trick after we are far away. Only by killing it here, maybe four security guards, can the temporary safety be guaranteed.
Of course, although Father Xi Sen believes that the security guards are hostile to us, they did not actively attack us when the demons existed. If we conflict with them after we kill the demons, we will definitely be listed by the security network system. Enter the blacklist.
I can imagine that after killing these four security guards, more security guards will swarm like ants defending the territory.
As Father Xi Sen warned, things will become very troublesome.
However, after all, I still cannot treat those college students as abandoned children, and I still feel that I and others can deal with the trouble afterwards.
So I didn't say anything, grabbed the folding knife, and made a crouching start on the ground.
The devil is facing me, the distance is only ten meters away. The bullet of the security guard shoots from the right side like a blue streamer, as if the devil’s body has some kind of attraction, and disappears into its body without leakage. middle. There have been no stray bullets before. If the devil is still being beaten obediently, then it shouldn't appear in a while.
I cheered myself up and took a deep breath. As the air was sucked into the lungs, the heart seemed to be compressed tightly by this breath.
Omi on the other side rang the chainsaw's motor, and Tridi started shooting. Father Xi Sen also displayed super powers, summoning bursts of gusts and whirlwinds. Trying to use the power of air pressure and wind will be The demon who attracted attention with the sound of motors and bullets was trapped in place.
Without much effect, the movement of the devil itself is slow, and under the pressure of the air, it is not necessarily slower than before.
"Father! Stop!" I shouted.
As the airflow slowed down, I kicked and started!
I felt my breathing and heartbeat start to become heavy and slow, as if tied to a huge stone, but the operation of these organs was more intense than usual. This is not the first time I have entered this state, but every time I feel very fresh.
The world slowed down, and I even turned my head and glanced at the direction of the security guard. In this high-speed galloping state, the field of vision also seems to become clearer than ever. Those bullets were still flying in mid-air at a terrifying speed, the air blocking the trajectory was squeezed, leaving long wrinkles at the end of the bullet.
These bullets are like needles, probably not propelled by gunpowder, the shells are surrounded by blue fluorescence. When they shoot into the devil's body, they will produce a subtle explosion. In the field of vision where most things are slowing down, only the shooting of these bullets is still so dense and rapid, although the details can be seen, but in a blink of an eye, the dense flesh and blood has exploded from the devil.
Nevertheless, these explosions cannot completely inhibit the reproduction of the devil's flesh and blood. These new flesh and blood continue to fill the honeycomb wound under the nourishment of yellow water. At this rate of destruction and remedy, I am afraid that within a few hours, the devil will be difficult to destroy.
What I want to do is to break this balance. If the folding knife in my hand can kill the spell formed by the gray mist, it should also have an effect on the demons formed by the gray mist. Even if it can't be killed, as long as the fertility of this flesh and blood can be suppressed, the security guards of the ruling bureau can destroy it.
The demon was attracted by the sound of chainsaw from Omi, and I clearly saw its abdomen start to agitate. Omi seemed to be about to come here too, and Tridi's pistol bullets hit the devil's flesh one after another, and then they were digested by the oozing yellow water and squirming flesh. At the beginning of all this, I finally came to the devil's side with the air that became as heavy as sea water.
It didn't react at all, more like it didn't even notice that the enemy had come to him. Its destructive power is amazing, but its responsiveness and perception are extremely low. In addition to being able to move through the telephone network, I don't think it is more threatening than the Hellhound. It's like a feeling repeated thousands of times. The brain doesn't need to think, let the body move the arm naturally, and the folding knife cuts in front of my eyes 17 times.
In a slow world, the speed of a folding knife is like a fast shot. I don't know what it looks like to people outside, but it must be terrible.
Although the part I am cutting is not the back that is suffering from the saturation attack of the Domination Bureau’s security guards, but if this folding knife can really affect the things formed by the fog, no matter where the wound is. , Should be able to work.
When the blade cuts into this melting **, I can feel a kind of resistance that gets deeper and stronger, which makes me need to spend more power if I want to cut off its head or limbs. , And it is bound to slow down the speed of swinging the knife. But I don't need to kill it myself, just let the mysterious interference of the folding knife offset its regeneration ability.
I kept attacking the demon's head, neck, chest, arms, abdomen, straddle, and thighs before the remaining time of the high-speed movement ran out. I came to the front from his side, plunged the dagger into the mouth where it used to launch shock waves before, and came to its side again, repeating the previous seventeen divisions.
It is certainly not easy to do this kind of thing.
The danger came from a bullet that was unintentionally shot at me because of the high-speed movement that Cui Di couldn’t recognize. When I shot down the bullet with a folding knife, I felt the heavy power from the bullet's tiny body.
For a short while, me, the devil and the Domination Bureau security guard were almost in a straight line. If the bullet from a normal pistol just made my wrist feel heavy, then the bullet that accidentally penetrated the devil’s security guard was not So good, you have to know that even in the slow vision, it is the only exception. I don't know where it will penetrate the devil's body. I am so close to the devil that I have to avoid it in the slightest at the risk of being hit at close range. In addition, there may be stray bullets that deviate from the demon's **.
Fortunately, in this state of high-speed movement, my reaction ability and dynamic vision have the corresponding level, so that I can see the trajectory of these bullets more easily when I am fully absorbed, and produce a more acute crisis intuition.
So, I still finished what I should do. When finally leaving in the direction of Omi, I noticed that the demon's agitation of the abdomen stopped. Perhaps the devil's previous subtle movement of agitating the abdomen was a preparation for launching a shock wave, but now it can't be completed.
It is very painful. It was originally a painful appearance, but after being cut by my folding knife, the painful will seemed to be further magnified. I don't know how it feels now, because I think it has been pursuing pain, maybe my attack is just right for its appetite.
What a disgusting monster. I couldn't help but think that pursuing pain and spreading pain is not much different from pursuing happiness and passing happiness in a sense, but the final thing is completely opposite. Who in normal humans wants to suffer? Therefore, this is the key to what we regard as a "demon".
At this point, it is more suitable for the title of "demon" than the Hellhound who has a humane emotion and will be angry because he is hurt.
The time of high-speed movement ended, as if the suffocation of a fish leaving the water overwhelmed me. The feeling of wanting to breathe but unable to proceed because of internal organ failure, the kind of weakness that people can't help but think of the fear of being overdrawn, no matter how many times I review it, I can't get used to it. The intuition from the body most truly reflects the harm I have suffered, but even so, there is a vague idea telling me that I can continue.
A body supported me behind this strong sense of weakness. I couldn't see the person's face, but the familiar temperature and contours all told me who was behind me. It was Omi, the chainsaw in her hand was buzzing. I saw her rushing up before, but before I came to the devil, I had finished the attack.
She took a step back, and I felt the support turned into a cold and hard suitcase, and then the chainsaw flew out from my side, piercing the demon in front of me in a whistling posture.
The devil's unsteady body was driven by the penetrating force to fall backwards, and was supported by the saw blade emerging from the back. It did not fall. The fast-rotating chain saw continued to splash in the form of crumbs. The yellow water, like flesh and water, emits white smoke under the corrosion of the yellow water. The bullet of the security guard who lost the target because the demon body fell out of balance cut through the air and shot into the thick fog at the end of the street, and there was the sound of nailing something from a distance.
I don't know if the cutting of the folding knife worked, or the damage of the chainsaw became the last straw to crush the devil. The devil seemed to be aware of his end, struggling constantly in the saturation attack of the security guards, but before the chainsaw was completely corroded, it couldn't move its body at all. The saw blade pierced from behind plunged into the ground, as if a sacred wooden stake nailed it in place.
I don’t know how many ammunition the security guards have fired during this period, but they never seem to worry about a day when the ammunition will run out. The damage caused by the bullets regrouped on the devil is rapidly overwhelming the devil's ability to regenerate. The demon seemed to return to light, and fired a shock cannon into the air that made the entire street tremble. After that, the body began to become transparent, as if the flesh and blood filling the body were hollowed out, leaving only the outline of the structure. These lines are re-distorted into a string of gray codes, seeming to want to escape back into the telephone network.
The bullets of the security guards also began to fail, directly penetrating the code line and spreading to surrounding buildings. Fortunately, we have long avoided the line that might be hit, so that we can sigh the power of this bullet from the perspective of onlookers. The buildings hit by the bullet turned into honeycombs, and then the walls collapsed.
In the short time before the four security guards stopped shooting, two buildings at the end of the street were completely destroyed, and the roar of collapse was endless.
Seems to realize that his attack was completely ineffective. The security guard stopped the attack, closed his mouth, and swallowed the muzzle back again. The gray code string hovered in place for a while, and then got into the phone booth not far away. The security guard did not respond to it. The ringing of the telephone booth rang again, but it only rang once, and it seemed to be cut off by something. Immediately afterwards, the entire phone booth seemed to be loaded with dozens of kilograms of police, making a crash and being blown into the air in the flames.
Seeing such a refreshing scene, although I don't understand what the safety network system does, it still makes people want to whistle. If allowed at the scene, I would like to smoke a cigarette to celebrate the victory, but I know that the battle is not over yet, and now it is our turn to have a headache for the four security guards.
The security guard was on standby and seemed to be receiving instructions from the safety network. Then, the long neck was neatly twisted towards us. Their faces are like masks, with the dullness and paleness of a dead human face, and they don’t seem to have eyeballs or other tissues~IndoMTL.com~ Nevertheless, they are still "alive", I think everyone here is I felt the sight that fell on me full of coldness and malice.
"Hey, we just helped kill that monster!" Tritty yelled, but the security guard remained unmoved, as if watching us, twisting her head strangely.
Although there is no immediate war, I don’t think they will let us go. Among the four of us, perhaps only Father Xi Sen is on the security list, and perhaps even he will be listed as the target of attack because of the chaotic state of the security network system's permissions, because he is not an original inhabitant.
"Father Sisson, what are the weaknesses of these guys?" I asked.
"Almost no shortcomings." Father Xi Sen rubbed his cheeks. "This security guard is probably the most perfect form of the lowest-level mass-produced model. Their bodies are very hard and they are very adaptable to the environment. Weapons You have also seen that kind of weird firearms. Have you seen their limbs? They are as flexible as the orangutans and can climb and jump in almost all kinds of environments. They must be prevented unless they are buried in reinforced concrete. The only place that can be talked about weaknesses may be their joints. If possible, destroying their heads can also stop their operation."
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