Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 647: Eleventh Realm Walk

I feel scared. Fear prevents me from moving forward, but it makes me try to conquer this fear. My body was burning, my mouth was dry, and the sweat slipped from my forehead. I felt that my feet were filled with a lot of lead, and my limbs were confined by invisible shackles.

"Agawa?" Sakiya called my name suspiciously as if she could not feel anything.

"I..." I tugged at the corners of my mouth. Even without a mirror, I knew what a grudgingly stiff smile.

I seem to hear it. There is a voice ridiculing deep in my soul. This voice makes me angry, and my right hand is raised up as if not at all. I saw it. I don't know when a revolver appeared on my right hand.

——Shoot.

The voice says so, it’s not clear, but I think it’s what it means.

——Shoot!

The voice became severe and clear, as if it emerged from my mind, as if it were the thoughts deep in my heart.

"Shoot!" My mouth opened and closed involuntarily, and the vocal cords were not what I intended to say, but when I said it, this sentence became my decision.

So, gunfire sounded.

The bullet was just shot normally, but I felt that it took away something from my heart and awakened something else. This bullet didn't let those weird existences that had been smashed to pieces disappear completely. After being involved in that silt and black shadow, it was like sinking in the depths of the sea. However, to me, it seems to be a little different. I'm not sure if something has changed in me. But if there is any difference from before, it must be that I feel calm.

The invisible shackles that bound me were released at this moment. I seem to think of a lot of things, but it seems that I don't think about anything, there is no panic and upset, those complex emotions and contradictory thoughts that can't wait to flood into my mind, at this moment become calm and calm. The movement of the world seemed to slow down suddenly, the soldiers' madness and pain, Sakiya's silence. Hank was seriously injured and was dying. Scenes were slowly shown in Pinghu-like mind. I was isolated, looking at everything from the perspective of a bystander.

In this lonely and tranquil sensibility, I noticed that something really blooms, grows, and entangles from the depths of the soul, just like a vine spreading on a tree trunk. It is impossible to distinguish whether this growth, attachment, and erosion is kind or malicious. It just exists. I don't even know what it is. Maybe it's "Jiang" or some kind of "Gaochuan" information. The only thing I know is that I'm changing.

The magic lines on the inside of the wrist became extremely hot, like a burning iron stamped on the skin, making a sizzling sound. I subconsciously held down on the painful spot, but suddenly discovered that a large number of sparks sputtered from between my fingers, these sparks were floating along my body. With the spread of these Mars. The patient suit on my body has been replaced by a suit more suitable for "warriors". It is not a uniform, but can only be described as a "civilian" armed kit pieced together with daily necessities and homemade weapons.

Crimson hooded multi-pocket waterproof windbreaker, long-tube hiking shoes, and iron blades on the soles. Obviously, he ordered steel heart-guards, fingerless gloves, shin guards and arm armors in the model shop, and installed flip-type blades and hook catapults on the outer side of the arm armors. A revolver and a homemade crossbow were buckled on the belt, and there was a feeling of carrying something hard behind his back. I subconsciously raised my arm backwards and pulled out a long thin object-it was an arrow, and the hard object behind it was a quiver.

Then I felt it again. My face was covered by something, I took it off and found that it was a mask of a clown face.

"Quark." The voice burst from my throat, like a whisper, saying a name that I didn't impress too much, but when I said the name, it became familiar as if I had been with me for a lifetime. Something.

The sound of flapping wings sounded from the top of the passage. It seemed that some kind of bird responded to my call and appeared in this boundary line from scratch. Within a radius of ten meters, black feathers fell. When I raised my head to look for this bird, my shoulders sank slightly, and I saw it from sideways. A crow stood on my shoulders and gently folded its wings. It stared at me sideways, like a glass ball. His eyes are deep and clear, as if telling me something, but I only see my face from the depths of its eyes-it is not my face, but a younger one, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy s face.

The face of the young Gaochuan phantom.

The crow quark, the murderer, the corpse eater... and the mask I stare at in my hand. The facial makeup on it is the "harlequin" in the drama-many words that seem to have meaning, but I cannot fully understand it. There was a flash in my mind, and I felt that I had understood it, but after thinking about it carefully, there was no clear answer.

I can only guess that my change at this time was really caused by the phantom of the young Gaochuan, and this second-level magic pattern on the inner wrist is the link to us. In this boundary line, the will of the dead becomes the strength of the living me. I guess what it means for me to reproduce the power of the phantom of the young Gao Chuan. Perhaps at this time, in the normal world, the information fusion rate of the brain and hardware of the Gao Chuan has been forced to exceed the closed limit, but no matter what the result will be, I There is no ability to refuse, because the will to shoot at fear is not owned by my Gaochuan personality.

The change at this time makes me feel the pace of death is approaching again. Maybe the ultimate winner will be the phantom Takakawa, and he will execute his plan according to his own will. I probably can’t see it. That day is up. However, even if death comes, I don't want to deny my existence, and I don't think that the Super Gaochuan project I am implementing is a mistake, even if the strength of my implementation of this plan comes from the phantom of the young Gaochuan.

If everything I do is wrong, then what is the point of my birth and struggle?

All "Gaochuan" have the same goal, except that the road diverges at a certain moment—at least, I think so.

I shook my arms. The blade on the outside of the arm armor popped out with a sonorous sound. The quick-sweeping ability was activated, and in perception, a "channel" penetrated the area between me and those weird existences in the blink of an eye. Indeed, these weird existences involve consciousness and the attack methods are weird and difficult to prevent, but if you are no longer afraid, you can calmly face the pain in your memory, and you can resist your previous regrets, helplessness and despair with a strong will. If the mysterious power above this consciousness attack, there is no need to retreat.

I started Benz. The quark screamed sharply, and its flapping wings flew up again. I couldn't see where it flew, but the black feathers still fell like snow. Before the sound in my ears ceased, I had arrived in front of the creeping and changing weird existences and silt shadows, and the rapid-sweeping passage unfolded in a more complicated way, like a large net enveloping this anomaly. These weird existences are constantly changing shapes and seem to be recovering. It also seems to express joy, which makes people feel. The fear and pain of the soldiers have become the nourishment that feeds them and causes them to mutate. Their distortions, wriggles, and changes gradually spread maliciousness, and I, who is closest to them, have not been eroded by these maliciousness.

My soul is still peaceful.

Sprinting, jumping, and waving his arms calmly, the blade divided and destroyed them again in a rapid speed. disperse. The weird existence of the newly condensed form was instantly destroyed, and the thick color of the silt and black shadow gradually became dimmed. The light of the knife sliding in the air repeatedly shuttles through their bodies, and the dense power bursts out of their bodies. Their shapes were cut out in countless pieces and then thrown out.

Every time I attack, there is a strange impact that reaches my mind, reminding me of some things in the past, however. From my birth to this moment, my life is so short, so what I see is mostly what the past "Gaochuan" people have experienced. No matter which "Gaochuan", his personality life cycle is full of bitterness, helplessness, despair and pain, no matter whether he has been to "reality" or not, he cannot be perfect. Of course, this does not mean that they have only these unpleasant experiences in their lives, but only these negative memories that are awakened by these strange existences, refined and deeply distorted. The innumerable "Gaochuan" and the innumerable "pain" are like taking all the pain in reincarnation, but only the pain, which detonates at this moment.

Even from the perspective of a third party, browsing and observing the negative information that was further distorted in the explosion is enough to make me feel heart numb, breathing stopped, and my brain is about to collapse. However, maybe I am lucky. I am no longer the Gao Chuan who was lost in the past Gao Chuan information. The personality of "I" has begun to become independent. Therefore, I only feel the pain, not the first-hand experience. My life is so short, and there are not enough negative experiences to join this detonating chain.

I still feel painful, and I still see some incredible illusions, but these illusions are not framed by my experience, but from the experiences of those "Gaochuan" in the past. Therefore, I always It can be seen that they are just illusions.

The second-level magic pattern, the core will, further suppressed these illusions and pain, preventing me from getting lost in the impact of this big bang.

The mystery that comes from the phantom of the young Gaochuan, with the power that surpasses the mystery represented by these weird existences, it is quickly crushed and erased.

In ten breaths, when I stopped, these strange existences and silt shadows completely disappeared in the air. The eagerness of the boundary line environment gradually ceased in perception. I think it was because the soldiers of the Hank team were losing consciousness because of the source of the mutation. Therefore, the stimulation of the boundary line environment was rapidly weakened. However, if I did not eliminate the weird existences and silt shadows that have undergone mutations, these soldiers will probably not be alive until the storm subsides. Moreover, the weird existences and silt shadows that have absorbed a lot of negative consciousness will Become more difficult, and will not stop his behavior because of the death of the soldiers.

The soldiers bound by Sakuya's gray silk have stopped struggling. If they breathe slightly, it is impossible to be sure that they have not completely died. Among them, the most severely injured was their interim chief Hank. A hole was opened in his chest. Even in this completely conscious space, his chest was still covered with blood. His hair was completely pale and tarnished. The skin also wrinkled, as if it was getting older all of a sudden.

I don't know how long the Hank team can hold on, and there is no cure at this time.

"Agawa...you have become smaller, but it's not the same as when you were in high school." Sakiya said to me. She stood in place, and the gray silk extending from her body wrapped around the soldiers of Hank's team and sutured their wounds. At this time, she seemed to form a gray cocoon with only the human head held up in the air, and more gray silk, Swing lightly in mid-air. Obviously it is trying to rescue these people, but it gives people the feeling of a predator showing off its prey.

"Well, it can also be regarded as a kind of transformation. However, if I didn't change in front of your eyes and suddenly met me like this, would you still recognize me? Ah Ye. "I asked.

"Of course, no matter what Takakawa becomes, it is still Takakawa, right?" Sakiya said in a natural tone: "I will never fail to recognize it."

"This is really the most pleasant thing today." I couldn't help laughing. Sakiya's words filled my heart with warmth.

"What do you do now? Do you want to move on?" Sakiya glanced at the "head cocoons" hanging in the air, and said, "They are going to be unable to hold on anymore. However, there is no other way."

"If I don't continue, I can't think of a way to get out of here." I said, continuing to walk in the established direction. The weird existence ahead has been wiped out, but soon there will be new ones. Appear.

"Didn't Agawa have been here several times? This is called the boundary line, right?" Sakiya walked a few steps quickly, and asked next to me. Regarding the question of the boundary line, the soldiers in the Hank team did not ask carefully when they were awake. Maybe she thought she had any scruples. The Hank team members just closed their mouths and did not inquire about this matter. Maybe it was. There are also scruples. But for me, do not talk about this topic. It’s just that it’s troublesome and I don’t know how to explain it. Once someone asks the source of the boundary line, it will involve the existence of "Jiang". It became an unexplainable question.

So, even if Sakiya asks about the details of the boundary line now, I can only answer: "I have been here a few times, but I am not sure what is going on here, and I know how to get out, but I know You can definitely go out, as long as there is an opportunity."

"What's the chance? Agawa." Sakiya asked.

"Maybe after getting the important coordinates." I said, "Just like I got those coordinates before."

"I still don't understand, how exactly are these coordinates determined?" Sakiya's tone was full of confusion. If it weren't for her face to be covered by a mask, her expression would be cute.

"Well, I don't know too much, but just use it. This is a mystery, isn't it?" This is not perfunctory. I really don't understand. I can guess the mechanism, but I can't describe the process. Because this boundary is so huge, and how complicated its mode of operation is.

Our pace quickened in the conversation. Soon after the battle was over, those weird existences reappeared again, and the frequency of appearances became more frequent. There were a few times when we seemed to be squeezed into the crowd. One team of weird existence had not disappeared, and the other team had already appeared nearby, and another team from behind was catching up and almost pretending to be with us. A large number of weird existences have followed and followed, moving in the same direction, making us feel more and more that we are approaching the source.

Not long after, we saw the corpse of the deceased. Judging from the battle dress, it should be the colleagues of Hank's team. Although they don't know the specific situation, they are not the luck of Hank's team. Thirteen soldiers lay quietly on the ground with weird smiles, their bodies intact, and they were not as scarred as the soldiers of Hank's team, but they had completely lost their breath. I don't know what happened to them~ IndoMTL.com~ Except for the corpses in one place, no trace of the battle can be observed.

The attack they encountered seems to be different from what we encountered. If they did not enter the boundary line on their own, then the consciousness walker who was with them should have walked in front of us. After inspecting the corpses, we went on the road again. As we moved forward, the more corpses we saw. Gradually, not only the soldiers in the 51st district, but also the uniquely dressed people who obviously came from mysterious organizations, there were also six. One is dead here. I always feel that the closer to the source, the roads scattered in different directions are gradually converging. Perhaps, before reaching the source, all people entering the boundary line will arrive in the same area.

I pulled up my hood to cover most of my face. Although Sakiya’s characteristics are very obvious, although my appearance has changed, others may not be able to see through my identity from Sakiya’s appearance, but I conceal it. It's better to be out than not to cover up. Moreover, when the shadow obscured my vision, I once again had the feeling of calm like lake water, and my body, which seemed to be very agile and flexible, became lighter—like an elf floating in the shadows.

I grabbed Sakuya and activated the quick sweep to speed up again. The density of weird existence has not only appeared beside us, but in front of no one, they also rushed with their flashing figures. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)