Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 679: Smelting

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 did such a thing. , Perhaps it was the Nazis in the beginning, 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.

This battlefield is a huge melting pot. All people who come to this ideological world must endure this seemingly endless battle, without being aware of their loss, and thinking they will always be full of strength. In the end, it burns to the point where it loses its human form, loses its personality and will, and becomes the light and heat of this world. On the surface, killing countless enemies will increase the wear and tear of this ideological world, but what if the composition and disintegration of the army is just a natural change of the external form of energy? This loss must be very small, almost none. However, the attrition of outsiders fighting in this ideological world continues in the most swift and violent manner when they are not aware of it.

"I don't want this to be the truth." The file twitched his mouth and smiled reluctantly. "How much power do you have now? Gao Chuan."

"I don't know." I can only say: "I can't perceive the decrease in power, as if I have been at the best time, and even feel that it will get better."

"According to that guess, the better the condition, the more power you can use, the more you kill, the more serious the overdraft, right?" The file squeezed the bridge of the nose, "but, we don’t Maybe stop, this is the battlefield! Gaochuan! This is the cruel battlefield like World War II! I definitely don’t want to experience the feeling of death."

Although the guessed situation is not optimistic. But it may not be as bad as imagined. It is impossible for the 51st District and Father Xi Sen to be ignorant of the real situation, but they still chose to follow this state of affairs to complete their plans. Probability of success. After all, behind their plan, there is a prophet. They were well prepared. There may be a big risk, but in their judgment, this risk is worth taking. Neither we whisperers nor the file team are fully aware of the ins and outs of this incident. But it must be involved, so even if there are any traps, it must be groping forward.

It shouldn't be the first time that the file has done things in this kind of lack of information, although the feeling of not being able to tell the course of the matter is uncomfortable, as if every step forward. It is possible to be caught in a crisis, but unable to stand still or retreat, it is like walking on thin ice, but the expression she shows is only solemn at best, no matter how she curses. No matter how bad his tone was, there was no panic on his face from beginning to end.

I can see that even now that she has lost her magic pattern, she still firmly believes that she can overcome this difficulty and is not afraid to fight against this huge number of anomalous troops. This may be due to her own will and creed, perhaps because I have shown extraordinary strength, and she is willing to believe in me, no matter what the reason, it makes me feel warm. No matter how our relationship will become in the future, but at least for now. File is a companion who fights side by side with me, is a companion who chooses to believe in and rely on me, Gaochuan. I can't tell her any truth, but her trust makes me feel my existence and demand.

I am grateful to her. Really, even though, I can't save her, even though, maybe I will kill her by myself someday in the future, but I really appreciate her. Once something unfortunate happens to her, I will definitely feel pain. I understand what gratitude is and what pain is. Now I don’t have a hard brain, I am full of human sensibility and cognition. I know the meaning of betrayal, and I also understand the pain of countless narrations. However, I am willing to endure such pain. If you can really save someone, if you can really save Sakiya and the others.

I couldn't be a hero, I was trapped in infinite hell, died in betrayal and pain, couldn't rest in sensibility, and fell into a deadlock in reason. This is the punishment I am willing to bear. Whenever I think that I will end in such a tragic end, the fear of death pressing on every step of the way seems to fade.

Of course I want to live, but death is not unacceptable. My struggle now is just to bloom my own light of life as much as possible, and clamor for my own existence.

Just like the song I like to listen to in the dead of night:

Life is unfair and unreasonable to everyone. You can only plunge into the mud and face the shower.

This street is muddy all the way, like life, but an impromptu.

The whole world is provoking us, and even so, we still have to move forward without fear.

Sensuality is like electric current, flowing along every nerve of mine. My hands trembled slightly, and louder and louder footsteps heard in my ears. During the observation of the chain determination, wearing a gas mask, heavily armed soldiers noticed the killing in the corridor and surrounded this area vigilantly and quickly. In the cabin area, in a few minutes, they will find our hiding place. However, the reason why my hands trembled was not because of fear. My ears echoed the songs of the night and I was moved by it.

I am a mental patient. My thinking is very different from normal. My three views are not completely correct, and even go against the mainstream values. However, everything I feel makes me feel the warmth of being alive and strength. If it is possible, I really don't want to go back to that cold body stuffed with brain hardware. It's just that there have never been too many choices in this world.

"They are here." The file also heard the soldiers' movements. She glanced at me and seemed to think I was scared, so she said to me: "Don't hide in a corner like a quail, what you have to do There are more things, Gao Chuan."

"I'm just moving." I said to her seriously.

The file squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but after half a second of silence, he just said: "I think you go to see a psychiatrist after this incident is over."

"I am normal." I said, yes, I am normal. I know the difference between myself and ordinary people. I am a mental patient, and there is a considerable difference between psychology and universal norms. But this is normal, isn't it? Now I am not normal because it is not like this.

"Everyone who is abnormal will say so." The file is like in a movie, facing the mental patient and perceiving its unusual orange color. Speaking to make me immersive: "The mental patients I have seen, even if they are eating human brains, will say that they are normal. That guy used to be my guest and was killed by me in the end. I don't want to see it. Until your collaborator becomes so dangerous, listen to me, you need a psychiatrist."

I couldn't help but laugh. I don't think she understood what I said, but I also had no intention of explaining or defending her. When mental patients say that they are normal, they often do not tell lies in order to avoid something, but they really think so. They know what they are doing, and, for them, what they do is normal, what they take for granted and should be.

Normal in an abnormal state.

"I will do it." I said.

She looked at me, nodding as if satisfied. Then he raised his arms flat and aimed the muzzle and crossbow at the door of the cabin. The next moment, the door held by the table was slammed by the soldiers from outside. The table kept moving back, and soon let a gap in the door open. Grenades were thrown in through the cracks in the door, the files chuckled, and after quickly moving to another table, she ignored me, because she knew these things could not pose the slightest threat to me. While the file is hiding the body. The grenade exploded, the expanding flames, the lasing fragments, and a large amount of choking smoke, all kinds of lethal and disturbing things instantly flooded the entire cabin. I have already crossed the trajectory of the fragments. I walked to the top of the door like a gecko, and when the soldiers burst into the door, my arm blade pierced the head of the leader. At the same time, the cabin vent was destroyed, and another group of soldiers turned over from there. The smoke that filled the cabin concealed his figure. However, after he and his companions entered one by one, they were filed by bullets and The crossbow arrow shot over the body.

The file was not affected by the choking and tearful smoke. In the previous battle, she had already deprived the dead soldiers of their gas masks. At this time, she put on the trophies and quickly solved the batch. Centaur. These soldiers do not seem to be as tenacious as the skeleton driver we encountered when we captured the Spitfire. This is also good news. Of course, maybe it was because the file really hit the opponent's key accurately this time, and when we captured the Spitfire, we just thought we did it.

To be honest, there is no time for us to verify the actual situation of these soldiers. The sniping of me and the file made the soldiers' intrusion pause for a few seconds, and then more grenades came from outside the door and vents. Jump into the cabin. Before the explosion of this batch of grenades, I had already pushed open the table blocking the door, and then swiftly rushed to the filer, leading her through the front door. When I opened the door again, the soldier who had been waiting outside the door for the grenade to explode didn't have time to react. He was knocked into my arms and rammed like a meat shield. The bones of his whole body sounded very clear to me. The crackling sound. When I pushed him and smashed all the soldiers ambushing by the door, a dull blast sounded in the cabin, and the tongue of fire that followed immediately rushed out of the door.

These soldiers really have enough information this time. Such a violent explosion is almost like destroying the entire cabin. The soldiers who were hit or killed by me, who were still at the door, were immediately ignited by the explosion of flames and were lifted into flight by the violent air waves.

When they hit the wall and thumped to the ground, I was already killing them along the corridor. We broke into the airship and killed three groups of patrolling soldiers, attracting more than three times as many soldiers in a line, enough to fill this corridor. However, my speed is very fast. Although the aisle is not spacious, the speed-sweeping super power and chain determination allow me to accurately determine the gap of the cross trajectory when other soldiers attack and pass through it. At the same time, there is still room to launch a deadly attack. Although these soldiers are abnormal, just cutting them at the waist or piercing the heart is not enough to kill them, but if their heads are chopped off, they will become real corpses in the first place.

The file hugged me tightly and closed her eyes, which can make her feel better when I move at high speeds. I kept reflecting and jumping in the passage, and every time I passed by the soldiers, there would be a **** storm. These soldiers are really different from the skeletons driving the "fire-breathing". They spray blood, just like living people. but. They will soon become the real dead and come back to the stove again.

My mood is very peaceful. During the fight, every time the knife shines, I am moved. Kill the enemy. You can survive. This is the truth on the battlefield. This kind of thinking and sensibility made me feel once again that my personality consciousness has changed. I was not like this in the past, but. What did I look like in the past?

My Gaochuan has existed in the prosthetic body since its birth. The cold operation of the brain and hardware is a normal state, very early. I can feel a touch of sensibility, which makes me feel novel and happy, but this touch of sensibility, with the running-in of the brain and hardware, is also constantly disappearing. Sensibility makes me feel that I am human, but the sensibility disappears. Also let me know that I am becoming inhuman. And when I admitted that I was inhuman, I once again found the touch in the boundary of consciousness. I will never forget the impact of the same amount of sensibility as a normal person on me.

Yes, I used to be, not what I am now. My sensibility, emotions, and emotions do not exist innately, but are more like maturity. My personality is full of defects from the very beginning. then. Now, the things that accompany the magic pattern are filled with flaws that have existed since I was born with a toughness that cannot be rejected. I am becoming "normal", though. This is more "abnormal" in the eyes of others. However, this kind of completion does not evolve from oneself.

The past, fully patched but still incomplete self. Today's irresistible but relatively complete self. Which one is the real me?

There is no answer. I can't give an answer, and I have no choice. I heard the arrogant ridicule from deep in my heart, but I could only move forward in silence with my head down.

Kill, kill, walk through, walk through. I crossed the corner and rushed up the stairs. The soldiers behind me kept falling to the ground, and more soldiers came from the front like a frenzy. I can't feel tired, my life is burning fiercely, as if it will become an unconscious light and heat at any time. Although, in judgment, this ideological world is a huge melting pot, and those of us who are intruders are the sacrifices being smelted, but I still believe that Gaochuan’s core will can’t be controlled by this degree of mystery. The melted, in this unstoppable smelting, will only become more crystal clear and hard. Only the will of the weak will be unified, and the will of the strong will never give up and compromise. Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan who wants to become a super high Chuan, will definitely not fall here.

"Even if I become L, even if my personality is dead--" I uttered a low roar at my soul with a voice that only I could hear: "Even if I fall into the deepest part of hell, I will crawl out again. !"

I lowered my body and accelerated again. From the chaotic line of fire, from the densely packed soldiers, I found a straight and unobstructed road, and drilled out for an instant before the passage disappeared. Behind me, a row of soldiers lay down like cut wheat, and I had already jumped into the shadows, once again using the shadow jumping ability. When we reappeared, there was a wide space in front of us, and the file and I were already standing on the top of the airship's airbag, overlooking the scenery of the conscious space and the core of the battlefield that was already visible.

We are like standing on a moving fortress throne, surrounded by huge guardians. However, these fortresses and guardians are not their own. The file breathed the mad wind, opened his arms, made a flying gesture, and then fired.

The soldiers who kept jumping from higher places to the airship airbags, and the soldiers who kept climbing up from under the airbags, were shot down by bullets and crossbow arrows before they could get to their heels. The arrows in the quiver and the bullets in the revolver have become endless because of this world of consciousness. Even, I don’t know when the file is, I’ve become accustomed to not having to be bombed-this is not a world with strict rules, and things that exist in ideology, no matter how real ~ IndoMTL.com~, will still be affected by consciousness, once A person with mystery will not lose the ability to adapt to the mystery just because the mystery seems to disappear.

The adaptability of the file is making her stronger.

My chain determination is very clear. It is not just about the quantity and bullets. When the bullets and arrows are fired, they are increasing by fission. Every time the file shoots, it is no longer a bullet or a crossbow arrow. Moreover, the shooting mode is no longer semi-automatic. Her fingers will no longer be lifted after being buckled, as if what she is holding is not a pistol and a crossbow, but a more violent machine gun and a crossbow.

"Haha, that's how it is, that's how it is! I finally understand." The file laughed loudly, "This is just the beginning, the power of my file, now, let you see--"

She said word by word, facing the line of fire that concentrated once again, she didn't mean to dodge at all. However, showing a hideous expression, the cyan blood vessels, as if they were about to burst open, twisted up on the forehead.

The noisy wind freezes beside her. (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.)