Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 692: Thinking transcription
After entering the densely smoky face area, I can finally stop and look for the location of the wizard of spades. The dense smoky face is a natural barrier. If her abilities are as I expected, it will be impossible Cross this barrier within time to pursue me. The power of this elite wizard is, in my expectation, the result of his own inherent ideological spells echoing this ideological world. For any consciousness walker, she who can cast such spells is an extremely difficult opponent. After all, not every consciousness walker has the power to directly interfere with consciousness, just like me now, as Conscious walkers are only third-rate. I myself don't have the ability to freely enter and leave the world of consciousness, and in the state of consciousness, without the power of magic lines, I am just a weak young man with no power to bind a chicken.
My strength is not based on my current self-personality. Although my self-confidence is not much different from the past "Gao Chuan" in terms of will, but in the world of ideology, it is not a strong will. Can have power, because here is not entirely composed of my own consciousness. Plural consciousnesses are connected to each other and influence each other to complete a mysterious structure in a precise and unknowable way. The power that pure will can produce has not been amplified, and even as in the normal world, will cannot control all wins, and the proportion of factors such as body, personality, and wisdom that play a role in it is greater than that of will. The power of itself.
Placed in the normal world, the will drives the body, and the body shows power, then it is placed in this ideological world. The form and shape constructed by information from the depths of consciousness is equivalent to the "physical body." The body produced by my personality consciousness, under the interference of many complicated factors, is this juvenile body that looks like a patient. The composition of the magic pattern, although it is also the result of one of these complex factors. But this kind of factor is not what constitutes my current personality consciousness. "Jiang" and the young boy Gao Chuan who is indistinguishable from life and death are an inseparable part of the collective concept of "Gao Chuan", but for Gao Chuan who is a separate concept of "I". But it is more inclined to "foreign objects", in other words, something similar to "cancer cells".
"Cancer" cannot be controlled by the patient's self-consciousness. Therefore, the magic patterns produced by "Juvenile Gaochuan Phantom" and "Jiang" are naturally uncontrollable. The power it generates is also an uncontrollable power. Whether it’s fast-grabbing superpowers or making magic quarks, it’s not something that I, the "prostitution of Gaochuan" possesses.
I can use this kind of power, and this kind of power has always worked well with me, as if I knew how to drive it for my own use-this kind of appearance. But it's just an illusion, it's not under my control, it's just cooperating with my thoughts autonomously. It's like having another will that drives the use of this power. However, I cannot refuse its help, because I need it.
However, because I’m not familiar with it, I can’t fully control it, so. In the first confrontation with the Wizard of Spades, he fell short because he didn't know the nature of his power. I don't know her, I can't make a judgment on her, and without a clear and targeted idea, the magic pattern can't cater to my plan and give birth to the corresponding power. Just relying on mystery to allow me to maintain a basic defense. Now, in the passive retreat, I guess the ability of the wizard of spades, and intend to take the next action based on the result of this guess, and the magic pattern will respond to such considerations. It is not me how to generate power. Can be grasped in advance.
At this moment, I am not even sure whether the influence of the conscious power of the wizard of spades still remains on me, so I must participate in the battle again to confirm. Once this influence has not disappeared, then we must take the initiative to take some measures to try to eliminate this influence-the way I can think of is to enter the state of shadow jumping. Because whether it is flying, fast-sweeping superpower, or chain determination, its functionality is quite clear, and there is no possibility of eliminating this effect. Only when the shadow jumps and enters the different space formed by the shadow, can there be a kind of "unsure" mystery.
Until now, I still don't understand the mystery of the shadow space. It gives me the feeling that it is extremely complicated, and it exists corresponding to the degree represented by the terms "shadow" and "space". It is this complex and indeterminate "mystery" that has the possibility of producing other effects, such as the ideological spells held by the wizard of spades.
The chain judgement did not find the existence of the wizard of spades. With my naked eyes, I couldn't even see anything three meters away when I was surrounded by faces of black smoke. The face of black smoke certainly cannot pose a threat to me. Although I am in their encirclement, no matter how many individuals are killed, I cannot feel the decrease in their numbers. However, this endless siege does not exist for the time being. And form an essential improvement.
In the case of not using a large-scale attack, I just mechanically swung the arm blade, maintaining a safe area within two meters of my body, and walking along the direction of the tower in my memory. If you activate the quick-grabbing super power, it will be only a blink of an eye to return there. However, the battle there is quite fierce. It should be that Long Aotian, Chubby and others are fighting the enemy, and I have temporarily left the war zone. There is no need for me. Immediately return to the fight.
The wizard of spades is missing, and it's not a bad thing to me. This means that I have turned back from the light to the dark again. This situation is extremely beneficial to any subsequent actions.
Walking forward about ten meters, the strong brilliance, and the distorted vision of the entire space, is like the occasional knife light that pierces the darkness, and from time to time, it is swimming farther. It stands to reason that these attacks are extremely powerful and effective, enough to destroy a large area of smoky faces, but the dense smoky faces are still wrapped around me, but they have caused me to reproduce. The feeling of suddenly rising to a new stage. The speed of this improvement is comparable to the speed at which they are eliminated by the powers released intentionally or unintentionally by the wizards, Long Aotian, and Chobe.
Before I entered this ruin, the wizards had been in a stalemate with the face of black smoke. Now, even the magical girls led by Long Aotian and Chobe have come in, but they are confused by the power. But it still can't completely eliminate the smoky face, and even, in terms of quantity, it is still a stalemate.
This must not be accidental, but the result of a mysterious mechanism. maybe. The Smoky Face is more adaptable to this ruined environment than I thought. Is this the strength of the 51st District? I couldn't help but think so.
The sound of the battle was very tragic. In a short while, someone died. When the screams and screams sounded, the light was even greater. Behind the curtain of heavy black smoky faces blooming, whenever this light pierces the natural barrier formed by black smoky faces and comes to me, the dense black smoky face in front of me is like being covered The sharp sword penetrated the general, and the snow melted into a gray mist. but me. At this time, he withdrew again, using more black smoky faces to block his tracks.
Even if you can't hear the girl's voice, you can tell that a certain "magic girl" must have died. After all, Long Aotian is alone. Only Chobe, because of his lack of combat power, took the place of magical girls. When the wizards died, their companions would never cry so emotionally. I can be sure that the dead magical girl is definitely not one of Madoka, Akemi and Senpai, rather than these three leading figures, but the magical girl who can enter this conscious world and survive to the heavenly gate is extremely Rare, dead one, it means. The power of the magical girls has been irretrievably lost for the time being.
From the first glance, it is difficult for me to feel sorry for the death of those manly "magic girls". When I first saw the muscular male magic girls, I couldn't help but want to spray rice. This mood is so strong, even suppressed in my heart. It is extremely reluctant not to show it on the face, but at this moment, it is impossible to feel sincerely happy about the death of these magical girls. I listened to the cry of sorrow, death, anxiety, and anger, and the feelings in my heart were extremely mixed, but this emotion did not make me change my behavior, because it seemed that there was another extremely calm self that dominated the actions of the body, quietly. Chewing quietly, the taste of this complex feeling.
I almost thought that the one who calmly, peacefully, chewed and savored these ups and downs was the original owner of the magic pattern, the teenager Gaochuan Phantom. I sometimes think that what I feel like schizophrenia at this time is that he has dug out a contour that belongs to him deep in my heart through the erosion of the magic pattern a little bit.
Of course, I know that this kind of thinking is dangerous, because the imaginary situation may not be the real situation at the time. However, when the idea is generated, it is possible. Spiritual consciousness has always changed little by little after the initial idea has formed an outline. As a patient who is terminally ill in "reality" and complicated by mental illness, I am also active in such a conscious world. The possibility of deepening my illness due to imagination will surely be magnified.
Every change in thoughts and feelings will catalyze something that would never happen before, and will provide nourishment to situations that would otherwise be impossible.
The more I think about it, the worse it gets. However, I can't stop these thoughts, because it is not without a reason in my mind and in my actual body, and there is no basis at all.
If you are involved in fighting, if you are involved in hard fighting, can you stop this unstoppable divergent thinking? This consideration made my original plan to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight shaken. In the face of those enemies, although it took a lot of work to win, it was not necessary in terms of the final result, but it was worth it compared with the deepening of the mental state at this time.
When a new idea is about to form an outline to dispel such a thought, I struggled to hold it down. I don’t know if I’m in vain, but other than that, I can’t think of a better way. Staying quietly, still diffused by thoughts, is like chronic suicide. When I think so, the fear and pain caused by unstoppable thoughts and conclusions become more intense, as strong as the heart. It seemed to be stirred by a red-hot iron pipe.
I hold down my head and use my fingers to drill my temples, hoping that the external pressure can refocus my attention, while waving my arms and blades to kill the black smoke that has been too close during this time. Face. The aftermath of a series of battles penetrated to me again, and I no longer hesitated, and activated the Quick Swipe Super to swish through the gap of the black smoke face. Choosing the right path among the dense smoky faces is not enough to get my attention focused, because. That is too easy. The farther you go, the more black smoke faces disappeared by the aftermath of the battle, and the more empty the route becomes. When my eyes opened up again, a huge beam of light suddenly pounced diagonally from above.
In another meal of the beam of light, the figure of the magical girl-senpai appeared faintly. This is a powerful attack that I am very familiar with. In the night of Valpus in Las Vegas, the Magical Girl Senpai once used this trick to repel many powerful enemies, and I was in the state of prosthetic body to retreat for a while.
Positive resistance is not impossible, it's just. There is absolutely no need to ask for trouble. Although the phenomenon of this beam of light full of offensive power was amazing and unexpected, it still couldn't make me concentrate completely. Before my thoughts turned, the shadow jump had already started, saying that it was a subconscious response. The instinctive reaction is all right, but in my mind, there is the idea of "it is working on itself again". It's almost like something is saying to me: "Look, it is really controlled by another consciousness."
"Shut up—" I said to myself. As soon as the voice fell, it was also when I realized again that I had left the shadows and stood behind a wizard. The back of this wizard is so familiar. Although he did not wear the wizard's cloak, his unique tall figure is the only one among all the women here. The wizard's mask covered the entire back of her head, and there was no additional pattern. However, I know that when she turns her face, she can see the pattern of spades.
He actually came behind the wizard of spades, before the shadow jump started. I didn’t expect it, but it was like a deep thought in my heart, but I didn’t notice it, and the magic quark helped me finish it-only this opponent can bring my attention back again-in my Deep down in my heart, maybe that's what I think.
We both stood high in the sky, ten meters away, at the top of the high tower. There are no obstacles around us. The other fighting parties are below this height, and the face of black smoke cannot even spread to this place in the shock wave generated by each battle. This situation, as if it was destined to open up a battlefield with only me and the wizard of spades.
I levitate in the air on my wings, and the wizard of spades really "stands" in this position. She seemed amazed at my appearance, and before she turned around, her body stiffened visibly. However, when the wizard of spades looked at me again, she could no longer feel this kind of surprise from her body, and of course, there was no fear.
"You actually came out, aren't you going to hide like a mouse in the gutter for a lifetime?" She said something I could understand in wizard language, and at this moment, I was no longer surprised by it. Moreover, thanks to it, in my mind, the thoughts that were mixed, shouldn't exist, and didn't have any positive meaning, disappeared a little bit.
Attention, gather again.
I raised my hands, my arms and blades staggered, forming a huge cross. It doesn't matter if the wizard of spades is using the word spirit again, but it doesn't matter.
Tough battles, thrilling choices, and momentary dangers, these situations that can make my mind gather and invigorate, it would be nice to have a little more.
"Don't let me down." I said to her.
The wizard of spades looked at me with a scrutiny gaze~IndoMTL.com~ seemed a little surprised, but in the end he just hooked up the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and snorted: "It's really big talk." Her voice was like a signal to start war. The invisible high-speed channel formed by the super-sweeping power arrived in front of her in an instant. I intruded, swiped, rubbed, and then cut the arm blade in an "X" shape with a harsh cutting sound. In the jumping sparks, the shield spell released by the wizard of spades with his fingertips lasted only half a second. I cut it into a gray mist.
When the arm blade that broke through the shield continued to slash towards the body of the wizard of spades, her silhouette disappeared at this moment, just like the phenomenon that occurred when I fought her for the first time. There is no touch at all, it's like cutting to the air. I was not surprised at all, the body had already hit one side, and under the mystery of quick-sweeping super power, inertia did not exist at all. The turning of freedom, the speed that is not weakened at all, even if it is just a physical impact, it is enough to generate immense power. I am not sure that the real body of the wizard of spades will appear in the direction I choose, but even if she is not there, it is a natural choice to leave the place immediately.
I didn't feel the obstacle, she was not in this direction as expected. I turned my eyes to look for her. The next moment, she appeared in the direction behind the chain judged. I couldn't judge whether it was another illusion under the interference of consciousness spells, a premeditated trap, but I still rushed over without hesitation. (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.)