Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 683: emerging

In the field of vision, there are surging soldiers everywhere, as well as rows of dense lines of fire. Bullets are staggered, and the missiles fall like meteors. In the howling wind, there are sparks and flickers everywhere. Beam of light. Hundreds of soldiers die every moment. The strong smell of blood seems to solidify the air, and the blood flowing like countless branches of streams, as the gravity falls into the deeper space below, the sound made is no longer Then there is a tick tick, but a crash, when the foot is on the ground, every time you step on the pool of blood, it is like dripping in the stagnant water. This world made up of platforms, corridors and huge gear machinery is like a never-ending rain of blood.

The blood seems to never freeze. I reached out to wipe off the wetness on my face, and the entire palm of my hand turned red, and my crimson coat was already very bright at this time, as if I had just left the dyeing room. Wet. I don't know how many soldiers I and the file have killed. These soldiers don't seem to have diminished at all. The entire battlefield is squirming steadily as before, as if opening an invisible huge mouth, chewing on the people in it. Except for the platform that was opened up as a safe zone, the top, bottom, left, and right are all like turbulent waves. The aggressive soldiers are constantly trying to destroy the dam formed by the members of our mysterious organization, completely submerging every area in their eyes.

Normal people can’t survive this huge and harsh front at all. The dense bullets and explosive fragments chase us relentlessly from all directions. Seeing the soldiers they are in, they rushed forward recklessly, completely I don't hesitate to be buried in this dense rain of bullets. There is no formation, no command, no tactics, no coordination. There is no reason, just a war that is rudely piled up with people. However, the endless number of soldiers makes this rudeness a terrible force.

Only mystery. In order to survive such a war, any armored heavy equipment that focuses on defense can not survive this kind of perseverance attack, and any vehicle that is too large will be overwhelmed by the soldier's body. High-intensity mobility, and high-intensity defensiveness. This is where the contradiction lies in the science and technology theory of a normal society. To create powerful enough power, energy devices have to have heavy mass and huge volume, which are the limitations of normal social technology in the doomsday illusion. Any idea of ​​generating huge energy with the core of ultra-fine mass, and accomplishing the most powerful defensive and maneuverability with the smallest volume, all exist only in the theories and illusions that cannot be practiced. Only mystery. In order to present these seemingly unachievable results in a way that people cannot understand at all.

Nuclear bombs, the most powerful weapon known in the normal society, can only be declared unsolvable in the face of this endless wave of soldiers, unless the number of nuclear bombs is also endless. In the face of "infinity", any "infinity" is passive. The outcome of this war does not depend on how many soldiers we can kill, but only on how long we can survive. The other people who fell into this battlefield earlier than us are definitely more expensive than me and the file. After the first companion who burned out in this asymmetric war appeared, everyone else subconsciously reduced their output. However, the pressure of relative increase due to the decline in output is forcing them to increase their output again. To the original upper limit.

I know that it must not only be me and the file guessing the sacrificial nature of this ideological space, others must have also noticed the abnormality that I am always in its peak state. However, the high pressure posed by this battlefield environment has forced them to accept this anomaly.

This is sacrifice, relying on the high pressure inside the environment to keep outsiders burning. Until they completely disintegrated as part of this environment. This conscious space probably won't produce energy flowing to the outside, then, the energy accumulated in this internal environment will not have the possibility of falling. Soldiers were born here. After their deaths, they just transformed into another form, waiting for the next formation—perhaps, this is the reason why soldiers are endless. Those of us cannot essentially erase the power of this ideological space, but according to Chobe, the magical girl is okay. However, there are too few magical girls, their efforts are only a drop in the bucket, and, because of our existence and actions, their actions are useless.

Even so, we can't stop and let the magical girls act alone. This has nothing to do with justice or mercy, but simply because we need to complete the sacrifice.

The huge flying fleet centered on airships in the distance is slowly approaching. Their numbers have been increasing since we arrived. Father Xi Sen cannot always keep them in place. Father Xi Sen's range of power is not only dealing with these flying units, but also assisting others in dealing with these constantly influx of soldiers. Being able to achieve the current point, Father Xi Sen's strength is really shocking, no one here can do what he is doing now. However, I feel that the approach of the flying unit is not because the pressure on the battlefield has exceeded the upper limit of Father Xi Sen's strength. Father Xi Sen still didn't do his best, he just thought that the current output was enough to support the birth of the "door", and the approaching rhythm of the flying unit was like a countdown. In the same way, I think other people will have it.

The closer these airships and fighter jet groups are to us, the greater the sense of oppression they will produce. However, it will not make people panic, because this may be a change in the upcoming rhythm.

"It should be done before they suppress the airspace?" After the file once again shot a large swath of soldiers, he guessed and said to me.

"I hope so." My simple and casual answer made the file shrug, but the next moment I took her to move again, interrupting the conversation.

Unlike most people who make up the line of defense, our range of maneuvering is the widest. After the battlefield is divided, other people are only guarding part of the area where they are located, and we do not have a fixed combat area. The high speed of fast-sweeping super energy, and the ability to fly, allow us to reach farther places in a short time. Therefore, we often pass by other people, and we also help each other from time to time, even if we can live to the present. There is a brush, and in terms of mystery, there is no absolute superiority or inferiority, but in terms of adaptability to this battlefield. Not everyone is the same. Some people's strength is more suitable for small-scale battles, or they are just one-on-one advantages, or even only have auxiliary attributes. Get caught in this endless crowd. People who don't adapt are often in danger because of missed opportunities to escape. If they can live to the present, they are naturally helped by others.

After the first burnt out person appeared, this kind of dangerous situation happened frequently. Therefore, I and the file have super mobility. No less to support these people, even our mission has defaulted to firefighters. And this task is very consistent with the role we were asked to play when we were in the core area of ​​the tower. It seems that when arranging missions in the core area of ​​the tower, the opponent is actually referring to the current situation, rather than fighting in the normal environment of the core area of ​​the tower.

The light and heat here. It seems to be increasing with the prolongation of the fighting time, and the world made of metal seems to be distorted in the heat. It has been a while, and no one's conversation has been heard. Everyone seemed to take a breath, and seemed to be able to perceive a kind of beginning with the sudden increase in pressure. The battle was still turbulent and fierce, but the atmosphere became more and more depressing, as it was before the storm.

During the period, we walked almost every defense zone. Re-acquainted these people who survived.

Finally, three more members of the mysterious organization burned out. One of them, after I and the file reinforced it, turned into a mass of light and heat within close proximity. I can't describe my mood at this time. The pressure of fighting and the prior psychological preparation made me not so excited. There is something rolling in my mind, but no more specific thoughts have formed. My emotions were unimaginably stable, and I didn't even have the idea of ​​staying for a moment. I quickly killed the soldiers who had passed the Burning Depleted, and replaced the dead comrade in arms to stabilize the area.

Suddenly losing three companions, the "safe area" that was opened up and maintained before was reduced by one-fifth. For a while, it seemed that danger appeared in every specific defense zone, and the "safe area" would be further reduced at any time.

The survivors, including me and the file, are only 22 left.

Magic Girl Senpai’s magic cannon once again violently tore a large crowd of people, finally stabilizing the precarious line of defense again. In the ongoing battle, the power of the magical girls showed extremely significant pertinence, not just for these anomalous troops, but a unique effect on this ideological world reflected from them. The soldiers' aggressiveness towards these magical girls was not as strong as that of others, as if they were killed by them, they would be completely wiped out. The pressure faced by magical girls is less than that of others. This situation was not obvious at first, but as time passed, it became clearer. Many people rely on their reinforcements to get a respite.

However, although the outbreak of the magical girl temporarily stabilized the defense, it also offset the power of the three sacrifices, which means that the change may come later. It's hard to tell, should I blame the magical girls for their actions, or be grateful. The particular power of the magical girls does not increase other people's plans, but will delay time, but without their help, more people may have died before reaching their goals. The increase in sacrifices will speed up the arrival of the "door", but no one wants to be a sacrifice, and always hopes to persist longer than others.

The Tianmen Project in the 51st District puts almost everyone in a contradictory situation, and only the strong can handle it. This is like another screening. In each battle, the survivors will be of higher quality than the previous one. When the 51st district gathered the crowd, it took counter-Nazis as its planned target, believing that various mysterious organizations would be the main body of counter-attack forces. However, as the plan progresses, this subject is shrinking in number. Although the strongest group of people remains unscathed, the overall strength is indeed weakened at the organizational level.

There are more than a dozen airships left by the Nazis in Las Vegas, and there is no specific data on the number of soldiers in each airship. Is it just relying on the surviving people to destroy an airship? Moreover, many of the people who have survived today are purely auxiliary. The original plan shown to us in the 51st District has now become a joke. Of course, they will not be held responsible for it, because this should have been one of their goals in their plan. It is conceivable. Once the 51st District completes the Tianmen Project and takes control of the spiritual integration device, their own reserves will become the main body of countering the Nazis. And the other mysterious organizations that did not cooperate with them, after only a few strong ones are left. They can only cooperate in the form of assistance-of course, this can be achieved in the Tianmen Project of the 51st area, and among the remaining strong, there is no role with such an ability as a final word.

I don’t think the 51st District’s plan will go so smoothly, because I am one of the obstacles. And, it will be one of the biggest obstacles.

Even if the magic pattern power of the ideological world cannot be brought into the normal environment, the prosthetic body and the brain hardware are enough to give me the ability to decide the final outcome. I am so convinced.

I killed, waited, and shuttled through the increasing firepower of the attack. Watching the death of another member of the mysterious organization, the shadow of the airship and fighter group finally resembled a dark cloud, aggressively breaking into the line of defense. The line of defense began to shrink, and the safety zone shrank again, leaving only half of the area. And in this almost breathless pressure, there are some unobservable changes. It attracted everyone's attention.

It's like a vibration from the deepest part of the sea. We who float on the surface of the sea feel this vibration, but cannot detect more specific conditions. Until this vibration sets off a bigger storm-the space around us is shaking. At first, the light and heat caused the scene to become a little transpired and blurred, but the jitter at this time was extremely different from the blurry and distorted visual phenomenon. It is difficult to describe in words, however, when this kind of jitter occurs. Everyone will not confuse it with the original phenomenon.

"It's started?" Although the file uses a questioning sentence, it is extremely affirmative. I shook off the blood from the blade of my arm, and watched these streams of blood between the battles. The pressure generated by the attack of the flying troops suddenly weakened at this moment. These soldiers, airships, and fighter jets are still pouring in, but. But it gives people an illusory feeling. If they were like more substantial stones before, they now appear to be erratic like wind.

When we killed these soldiers, we no longer felt the same real feeling as before.

However, the more intuitive phenomenon I have observed from my perspective comes from the blood on platforms, corridors and gear machinery. After the soldiers are killed, the corpses will not be kept for too long, but the spilled blood will not disappear. After observing this phenomenon, I have a dim consciousness that this blood is an important introduction to certain changes. This kind of thinking is very consistent with the sacrificial characteristics listed in the occult, but I am not sure what kind of change the blood will be the primer. And now, it is further confirmed that these blood is a sign of the arrival of the "Tianmen".

Because everyone, including Father Xi Sen of the Fifty-One Faction Alliance and others, showed a look of waiting for evidence.

The flowing blood is changing from chaos to order within the scope of my chain determination of no dead ends. It seems that an invisible force outside of gravity is commanding it, making these blood flow into a shape with an extremely rich sense of context.

Because the area covered by these blood is far beyond the area that can be observed in my linkage determination, I can only watch the leopard and cannot confirm its overall change. However, only from the part that I can observe, the veins formed by these blood flowing as if describing something, but it is different from the details of the magic circle that I have seen.

Or, it is more appropriate to describe it as "irregular~IndoMTL.com~unstable magic circle". I can feel that what it is describing is constantly changing with the flow of blood. The movement itself is like chanting an extremely ancient spell, not like a common magic circle, but just a combination of fixed and mysterious meanings.

When I once again beheaded the soldier next to me, the soldier seemed to be weathered, and his body was shattered bit by bit. The blood all over his body, like a shell, fell to the ground. , And meandering away on its own like having life. After that, the soldiers who were shot and killed by files on a large scale and those killed by other people showed the same changes. It feels like these soldiers have become as fragile as eggs.

As if the endless attack of the army, the pressure on us disappeared like Xuerong. And those flying units that have broken into the line of defense and are carrying out coverage attacks with condescending advantages can no longer be regarded as those powerful air forces at the beginning-they are more like a three-dimensional movie screen at this time, although, firepower There is still a threat, and the quality is still lifelike.

Afterwards, a large amount of blood poured out from the inside of the airship after one of them had breached it.

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