Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 678: The Furnace

The violent wind raging in all directions from the core of the battlefield presents a clearer pertinence at this distance than we encountered before. Although it has a large number of small soldiers, it also plays a role in flying units. The limitation of the squadron is more obvious, and the flying units are larger than the soldiers, and the power to block them is naturally stronger. The number of enemies is too much, I don't think the power of the third-level half-magic pattern can be refined to every unit. The attack of the fighter group cannot reach the target in the violent air current, but the attack of the airship can do it. Countless flying shooting star-like ammunition advances in a parabola or a more flexible circular trajectory, under the blessing of a mysterious force, breaking through the wind. The obstruction, bursts of flames on the battlefield.

When these airships and I were approaching the same destination, they came in endlessly from all directions. Father Xi Sen’s violent air currents created by super powers seemed slow to destroy them. The accumulation of these airships reduced the number of airships. The number of continued destruction will probably increase to more than fifty ships in an hour and a half. The hostility displayed by such reinforcements also reflects from the side what great things Father Xi Sen and others have done on that battlefield.

The reaction of this ideological world is really too intense. However, even with such a huge pressure, the people at the core of the battlefield still persevered, and it is indeed conceivable how strong the strength of those present are.

The file and I galloped past the edge of these airships and fighter jets, and immediately attracted more violent attacks. Some soldiers even jumped directly from the high-altitude platform, trying to bury us with dense human bodies. For a time, in addition to the staggered lines of fire chasing us, there was also a huge wave formed by the human body that swept toward the two of us like an overwhelming sky. The front side breaks through such layers of human body. It is simply impossible to do things with only the weapons in hand, chasing our line of fire, inevitably shot into this crowd by mistake, no. The term "misfire" is not very accurate. Soldiers and flying units who fired do not care about their companions at all. Holding the file, I dashed towards the edge of this wave of people in an arc, so this wave of people was constantly rolling down from the sky. Then follow the trajectory of our actions. If only to avoid being buried by these crowds, it is possible to continue flying in this way. However, if you want to continue to get closer to the core of the battlefield, you must break through this crowd.

We are close enough to the core of the battlefield, and Father Xi Sen should be able to detect our arrival. We are clear about the situation we need to face, but since they have not reached out to help by this time, regardless of the reason, whether it is passive or active, it means that confidence cannot be placed on them. I am not dissatisfied with this, nor do I have a file. From the very beginning, we did not expect their hand in hand. Since entering this base, our goals and their goals have conflicted from the very beginning. Even due to various factors, this contradiction did not extend to the surface. However, no The fact that you will fall into trouble does not mean that you will send carbon in the snow.

At first we came to Las Vegas to save Father Xi Sen. But the relationship between each other is completely contrary to the original purpose, and people have to sigh the rapid changes in the world. However, for this sharp reversal of the relationship, whether we whisper it or file it. I have been mentally prepared for a long time. We came to Las Vegas to support Father Xi Sen, not to thank him, nor simply to show him good, just to do what we think we should do.

The relationship between our whisperer and Father Sisson has been an exchange of interests from the very beginning. Temporary opposition in the relationship does not mean anything, and there is no need to resent the other party or accuse the other party of betraying oneself, because it is meaningless and has no foundation. The file knows better than us the rules of dealings with other people or organizations in this mysterious world, and naturally it will not produce unnecessary emotions. And--

"I didn't expect to come to Las Vegas this time to be able to participate in such a scale of mystery. It is really worthwhile." The file looked very excited, and did not worry about the dangers encountered during the trip. However, to be honest, this is the first time I have encountered an enemy of this size. Fight single-handedly against a group army? Under normal circumstances, this experience is simply unthinkable. Even if this army of unknown number of people is only a product of the ideological world, the combat effectiveness of a group army is tangible. If we die here, we will also endure the danger of death in the normal world.

Dangerous and exciting, it is simply writing his own heroic stories and mysterious epics. This feeling becomes more intense when we shuttle through the seemingly endless lines of fire and people, and jump in the shadows of airships, fighter groups, people and mechanical gears.

I was holding the file, and the gray cloak shaped like wings wrapped our bodies, as if losing the power to fly, I plunged into the shadow on the side. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and the body seemed to be floating in a vacuum, with only gray all around. In the blink of an eye, a firm touch came from the soles of the feet.

The gray that was tightly wrapped around us cracked in front of our eyes, and the light and heat in the consciousness space spilled in. At this time, we had come to the top of an expected fighter plane. At this moment, a huge airship is flying above our heads, and the shadow it casts is so huge that it envelops the fighter plane layer by layer. The position before our shadow jump was swept down by the crowds from above, like a dyke-like torrent, flooded in an instant.

We successfully escaped the embarrassing situation of impossibility for the time being. With the huge airship above our heads, the soldiers no longer rushed down like wolves. However, seemingly aware of the existence of me and the file, the fighter jet slashed his body quickly. I jumped up holding the file and rushed towards the airship above. The file quickly fired at the fighter that was disengaging below. When the arm blade was inserted into the bottom cover of the airship pod, the fighter was hitting a platform head-on. The heavy body, like a broomstick, swept down a large area of ​​the soldiers on that platform. Of course, many soldiers were early. Already jumped up sharply and in time, and escaped this unsuspecting disaster.

My actions seem to be somewhat unexpected by these enemies, but. After they react, the line of fire will definitely be concentrated here even more violently, even if it may destroy the airship we are close to, it will not make them feel worried. I know they will do it, they are not afraid of casualties at all. If the existence of this ideological world is completely supported by the spiritual integration device in the core area of ​​the tower and the huge energy flow, then what is the loss of just an airship? Even in terms of the status quo of this battlefield, airships larger than the airship we are attached to are coming in droves. Why worry about the loss of an airship? These anomalous troops may not perform all kinds of sensible analysis like mine. Maybe they do not have wisdom. They are just a phenomenon of hostility and combat consciousness. Their choice will definitely not differ from my analysis. Too far.

Before becoming the target again, I used the arm blade to quickly cut a large hole in the bottom plate of the airship pod that was large enough for myself and the file to enter. At the moment when the lines of fire were intertwined again, he rushed into the airship holding the file. The ammunition hit the floor and there was a dense impact. Some of the bullets passed directly through the hole I opened, directly hitting the top of the cabin where we were, bounced again, and even more powerful explosions directly lifted the floor. stand up. I hold the file. Using the fast-grabbing superpower to dodge these hot pursuit attacks, with just a few breaths, the 100-square-meter cabin we rolled over and dived into has been destroyed to a mess.

This cabin looks like a living cabin. When I broke in with the file, four heavily armed soldiers were on standby and attacked us in the first place. In the swift state, it is naturally impossible for them to hit me. Their movements are as slow as a snail in my eyes. When I skimmed between the two soldiers with a file. Their eyes were still fixed on the place we entered, and it seemed that even the neck was cut off by the arm blade, and they didn't have time to react. Then, it penetrated the cabin floor from below, from the intensive firepower of other soldiers and fighter groups outside the airship. While smashing the entire cabin to pieces, they tore these soldiers to pieces. The soldier whose throat was cut by me was naturally unable to resist, and the other two soldiers who were not killed by me in the first place, although keen and vigilant to evade on the spot, still could not escape the ricochet and the violent explosion that even the floor was set off. Clutches.

In the slow-moving horizon in my eyes, one of these two soldiers was blown up like a rag bag when rolling, and the other was shot through his head by three ricochets when he leaped back. The shoulders and abdomen were almost torn apart. And the file and I shuttled between these dangerous flying trajectories of ricochet and explosive fragments. After arriving at the hatch, we used an arm blade to cut the door lock, flew a kick, and kicked the iron door open.

The chain judgement has observed that a soldier is standing outside at the door, and within the 50-meter corridor, three teams of 15 soldiers are rushing. The iron door that was kicked open immediately slammed the soldiers standing at the door behind the door, and I had already rushed out and rushed to the fifteen soldiers running in the corridor. Naturally, these soldiers did not react, or their movements could not keep up with the reflex nerves. When I passed between them, the muzzle had not been raised to a suitable attack position, and the blade of my arm had already kissed them. Of the neck.

The file and I stopped after passing through the three groups of soldiers. The file's face was pale. This intensive high-speed movement and shadow shuttle made her not in a good state. Although she was excited, she couldn't hide her body. Load. It was like a person with motion sickness who had done a crazy roller coaster many times. She stuck her waist, her feet were as vain as if she were stepping on cotton. The orderly sound of the soldiers behind her plopping to the ground made her look there subconsciously, wanting to say something, but it seemed that she didn't even have the strength to speak. I know that what makes her feel weak is to a greater extent the pressure generated when the shadow jumps. Although I protected her with the gray silk cloak of quark change, I still couldn't completely isolate the influence of this process on her. Coupled with the high-speed movement and the sudden stop of the violent changes, she, who is not a fast-grabbing superpower holder, will inevitably be weak even if she is carried by me.

However, another feeling tells me that this is just because the power of the magic pattern has not been fully utilized. If you truly master the power of the magic pattern, although it will produce a double load when carrying a person, it will not have such a fierce and passive impact on the person being carried.

However, the power of the magic pattern is not my Gaochuan's power. I just rely on my feelings to do what I think I can do, as to whether I can do my best. You need a little luck. Of course, there may also be reasons why I resist using the magic line power with all my strength. I don't want to completely control this kind of power that is not my own. I have always felt that I am experiencing the erosion of this power.

Even if you can't fully control this extraordinary power, you have to face the current situation. It is enough. I know very well how powerful this kind of power comes from another Gaochuan, perhaps the strongest Gaochuan from the past to the present. Even though, the magic pattern level was half a level lower than that of Father Xi Sen of this era. However, this powerful feeling has an ambiguous feeling, not purely caused by magic lines. I believe this is not an illusion. I have a third-level magic pattern, but I am also changed because of the third-level magic pattern. Absolutely possesses a stronger power than Father Xi Sen, even if this power arises from the third-level magic weave, it is not purely brought by the third-level magic weave.

"Are you all right?" I asked with concern.

"It's okay." The file took a breath and said, "This speed is really crazy. Can you go faster?"

"Of course. If necessary." I said bluntly.

"I hope this will never be necessary, at least, while you are carrying me." The file rolled his eyes.

Although after killing these three groups of soldiers, all the attacks seemed to have stopped because of the disappearance of our target, but outside of the field of vision, there were already more footsteps approaching quickly. I grabbed the file's hand, ran forward a few steps at a normal speed, and reached a door. I cut the door lock with my arm blade and rammed in. I covered the door with my backhand, and the file cleverly pushed the table behind the iron door. Now, we can finally rest for a while, in this conscious world. It seems that there is no real exhaustion. I have been using Magic Weave Super Power for a long time without interruption. I feel that using super power for such a long time should put an extremely heavy load on the body. However, this At this moment, I don't feel the load and loss.

I have always felt that all the consumption, injury and exhaustion here are a state of consciousness and spirituality. However, at this moment, I appear in the form of this young Gaochuan, but I can’t feel this at all. This state change is like having a nuclear melting furnace in one’s body. The boiling blood and will will always be at the peak. Moreover, it is a perpetual motion machine that will never be exhausted-this is basically a kind of A fatal illusion, I believe that the use requirements and restrictions that accompany the magic line power must be continuously consumed, but the environmental factors at this moment make me not aware of this consumption.

It's like--

I looked at the wall of the cabin, as if I could see the vast world outside through it. I know what I am like now.

"It's like those light and heat."

"What?" The file didn't seem to hear clearly. This is of course, because I was just talking to myself.

"I said, we are like things that emit light and heat." I repeated.

"Light and heat?" The file showed an expression that remembered something, "You mean, what we saw first, that seems to be the source of light and heat?"

"Like that thing, we have been releasing our energy at a high intensity." I nodded and said.

"Do you think that thing is actually someone who has entered this ideological world like us?" The file asked, "It's just that they have become like that, and we still maintain the human form... So, it is possible that we can also Will it be like that?"

"Even in the conscious world, fighting purely with spiritual consciousness, it is impossible to have no loss in this kind of high-intensity, suffocating battle~IndoMTL.com~ I said my guess: "But , I did not notice the loss, as if it had been at its peak. "

"So, do you think you are overdrawing? Overburning?" The file nodded, his face a bit heavy, and seemed to think my guess was reasonable, "But, we have no choice, don't we?"

"I have a feeling that this is not so much a strange battlefield as it is a melting pot under the guise of the battlefield." I said.

"This is not impossible. If this ideological world exists for a mental integration device--" Filed a thoughtful expression and said, "From the anomaly in this ideological world, it is very likely that Since World War II, they have been absorbing people's spiritual consciousness in a similar way to develop the power of spiritual integration devices." The "them" in the mouth of the file naturally does not only refer to the Nazis. The World War II Army that now appears in the ideological world may have taken advantage of the terrible scale of death in World War II and absorbed countless spiritual wills to form such a huge scale and profound form. And it may be that one It was the Nazis at first, but the United States, which took away this spiritual integration device at the end of World War II, must secretly support the 51st District and continue to develop this spiritual integration device in the same way. (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. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)