Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 762: See you again

The scenery in the boundary line is stirred by extraordinary forces. There is only one path that can’t be afforded. This "shortcut" is winding and there is no end in sight. Fu Jiang and I are walking together on this path, although there is still There was a way, but when I took the next step, the distorted scenery quickly returned to normal. Silent and full of malice, once again surrounds us, I know that I have arrived at the node again, I hope this is the final destination. I, who cannot observe the normal world, can do nothing but wait before the consciousness of those people is pulled into the boundary line by the power of "Jiang".

But--

"Fujiang, can you feel the situation outside, right?" I asked.

"Occasionally I can see it, and the other place where you left is so lively." Fu Jiang's gaze fell in the distance, as if he was enjoying a play that only she could see.

"Can't you see where we are? The normal world situation in the corresponding range."

"Maybe, maybe not, but I haven't seen it now." Fu Jiang's answer is very casual, she doesn't care about this kind of thing, "Anyway, important and critical things will appear in this realm. , As long as it is solved here, the problems of the outside world will also be solved. Don’t you find it convenient? Achuan, here is like a sieve, we will also be much easier to filter the excess debris aside. Although Xiaoluo It's easy to deal with, but it's too boring to see the boss every time you have to clean them up. Orthodox adventure RPG games are just that boring."

"I think you are very refreshing when you play Xiaoluo. There is also mowing in adventure games. It is a kind of pleasure that can be obtained by killing a large number of creeps."

"Don't mention it, that kind of game is more the same than the orthodox RPG. It's okay to play casually, but if you are serious, you can count it." Tomoe shrugged with a disdainful expression, "Put the gameplay on refreshing hitting and bullying. It’s a crooked way at all. Listen, Ah Chuan, the most fascinating part of adventure games is still-handsome characters and skills, stories full of mystery and sensibility, the process of getting powerful pleasure through upgrades, and then defeating the arrogant The big devil, after spending enough time and energy, can he get a sense of sufficiency."

"...It turns out that Tomoe likes this type of game." I sighed. In my mind, many ideas flashed past, but in the end they all let go, because the creator and control of this game It’s not oneself. I said in a pun, "I used to like orthodox RPG games, but now I think I can still bully the weak and clear the customs in one go within 24 hours to welcome the Dzogchen ending."

Fu Jiang didn't seem to hear what I was saying, so he patted my shoulder calmly. He said to me with a serious face: "A Chuan, you traitor."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as you like the game, I will play with you to the end." I said.

"Well. That's okay, but. As expected, two people like the same game type to be more engaged." Fu Jiang replied disapprovingly.

While we were chatting, whether or not I added some hints with a gag attitude, for the lover beside me, what I said was just a simple topic. Although I have been prepared for a long time, the world seems to revolve around itself, but it is not really the case. However, after this point has been proven countless times, there are still some regrets. Of course, I will not fall into this kind of emotion. I can only say that this kind of trouble-seeking sensibility does exist, and at the same time, it is also a proof that I am still "alive."

Perhaps, I just want to confirm that I am really "alive." After all, when I am filled with opportunistic joy in my current way of existence, I still have doubts and worries. What happened to Gao Chuan, as Gao Chuan himself, deeply felt that this was an abnormality, and an abnormality usually does not mean a good thing.

"Don't be afraid, Achuan." Tomie didn't know when he would fall behind me and hugged me from behind, "Everything will be fine."

"..." I was silent for less than half a second. The temperature from Fu Jiang's body was full of emotions. It made me discard those worries and immerse myself in this warm embrace. "Don't worry, Jiang , I’ve already prepared it, no matter what, it’s..."

In the deserted landscape, in the dead streets, human-shaped phantoms gradually appeared. They ignored us, as if the place where Fu Jiang and I stood was an independent space isolated from this landscape. They can't see us or touch us, they just walk in their direction in a hurry, forming a scene of endlessly prosperous and indifferent urban scenery. Fu Jiang and I raised our heads and looked at the sudden changes in our surroundings. In our breathing, the scene was completely different from before. No matter what angle we look at these figures, we cannot see their true appearance. Their existence is like silhouettes. , And like a mirage, their details are constantly changing as they go back and forth in the endless stream. In many cases, they have disappeared or become another person-many human figures. Although I can't see the specific outline, the gender characteristics are very obvious. A man walked in front of me and Fu Jiang, and after a few steps he became a female, and after a few more steps, he disappeared as if he had never appeared. But the gap left was filled up again in the blink of an eye.

We stared calmly at this mirage-like crowd, witnessing them from scattered to crowded, from slow to accelerating, and finally seemed to be a fast-playing movie, as if everyone was dragging the afterimage.

What caused such a change in the boundary line? I don't know that the world of consciousness is always changeable and weird, especially when the producers, controllers and participants themselves are very abnormal. Perhaps the emergence of these crowds is due to the fluctuations in my consciousness and emotions, perhaps, because "Jiang" has added some elements very casually, or it may be because a new goal has been captured—although, the previous one was caught. The man who pulls the border of entry. A large number of monsters have been created, but it does not mean it. Everyone who is drawn to the border of entry will only create monsters.

I looked for any existence in this vague crowd with clear details, but when I looked back, I found that the man was standing uprightly ten meters away from us. I am sure that before this glance, he It does not exist there. Although the passage of time, many things have changed. However, even if this man has matured in appearance and body, something rooted deep in his heart exudes an unforgettable smell.

"Luanzhong?" Although using a questioning tone, I am sure that the young man in front of him is what the old rival of the past will look like when he grows up.

His dress. People subconsciously think that this person is a simple priest, in fact, in my past memory, he was a high school student, and he was indeed a true priest. His heart is full of enthusiasm and perseverance for his beliefs, and he is only the object of service, a cult who is looking forward to the end of the world. In this twisted world line, reunited with him when he grew up, that unchanging temperament. The deep, gloomy and indifferent eyes suddenly brought that memory of mine to life.

This is a terrible guy. Its own power may not be quite powerful, but his will and actions have caused a large number of magicweave envoys to die. Perhaps, in this ideological world, that kind of strong and firm spiritual will will allow him to gain more power than in the normal world, and cause more mutations.

"Yes, I am Luanzhong." The young priest stared at me with that gloomy and indifferent gaze, not a careful observation, but only intently, staring at me as a whole. In an instant, the crowds around you who were like fast-forwarding suddenly entered the slow-motion. Every move, and even appearing, changing, and disappearing, seemed to have exhausted their entire life. In this slow scene, you can only see the outline of the human figures, one by one, they become clear. At this time, they are uniformly wrapped in a simple black robe full of mystery and metaphor, and their heads and faces are hidden in their hoods. under.

Although they still can't see their faces, even their body contours and gender characteristics are hidden by the black robe, but it is like walking from a mirage to reality, turning into a more substantial existence.

It doesn’t feel very good. These guys didn’t exude hostility, but they possessed something similar to Luan Zhong. From my point of view, that’s a kind of evil. It makes them naturally in a hostile position. I clearly felt that there was no room for discussion with these guys.

The scenery of the dead city became weird and messy in a blink of an eye, and turned into a strange nest in a blink of an eye. It was simply dizzying, and I felt the mysterious mighty power from the bottom of my heart. The black robe is like a devout believer, holding something, making people feel that it is an invisible scripture, and they can’t see their faces, but subconsciously feel that they are chanting and listening while they are moving. The invisible sound actually hovered on the street and on the floor.

The black robes are the same as the previous crowds. They appear in order, go back and forth and disappear. Not to mention these on the street. Even the windows on the floors and the corridors can be seen ghostly swaying. pass. Even, give me a kind of, when not paying attention to them, they will stop and focus on me.

The sense of targeted, the feeling of being watched, and the unusual dress and manners create a creepy atmosphere.

Should you say it’s amazing or super amazing? I couldn't help but think that although I wouldn't be really scared, it would be possible to produce such a large-scale and personalized mutation in the landscape of the boundary line, instead of simply appearing a monster, so far there is only Luan Zhong alone. The surrounding scenes use metaphors to describe in detail the person Luan Zhong—his psychology, his spiritual consciousness, what makes him him, and the characteristics that are completely different from other people, and as such him , What kind of power does it possess.

If the men in the Goat Guild I met before were a bit popular, then the man in front of me is definitely a specialized character.

Fujiang glanced at the black robe around him coldly, and did not feel the slightest panic of being surrounded by the enemy. Instead, he whistled with a little excitement: "It's really Luan Zhong, and he is different from Xiao Yan Luo on the stage."

"Gao Chuan?" In the face of Fu Jiang's ridicule, Luan didn't have any emotional ups and downs, "I know you, but you shouldn't know me. In my memory, we have never seen each other, and . I have just arrived in this city, and there will be no detailed information about me flowing out."

"You are really not surprised at your situation." I said. "Although you haven't met me, I have met you. Many years ago, classmate Luan Zhong."

"Are you in high school?" Luan Zhong did not think at all, and directly denied: "Even there, we have never met."

"It's just that you don't remember it...all these years have passed, everything is changing. But you are one of those few that haven't changed." I stared at the young man's face and went back to the past in a daze. On the campus of the high school, in the underground ruins of the fighting, the figure chanting the Prayer of Doomsday Truth and offering sacrifices, at that time, I finally did not know. If that ceremony is successful, what kind of existence and evil results will be summoned. Because, although it was very miserable, we did win the war, and Luanzhong and the place where the ceremony was held were at the last moment. Completely destroyed by the knife-shaped critical weapon.

Now that I reunited with him again, it was like turning the battle back to the moment it was about to happen, and it was like he did not die, and the battle continued to this day after many years. pity. Although I don't know what major things he has done in these years and how much he has grown. However, I have also become stronger, strong enough to make me confident that, no matter how special he is in this realm, he cannot escape my hunt.

"Where is this place?" Luanzhong ignored my greeting. Of course he would not regard the whisperer Gao Chuan as a friend. He knew that our meeting meant that one of the parties would fall. Is it the spiritual world? Did you enter my spirit or drag me into yours?" His tone was as silent as his eyes, without any ups and downs, but not as hard and cold as a machine. On the contrary, it makes people feel as soft as lake water.

"This is the boundary line, constructed with the consciousness of many people, a dream-like world, together with their subconsciousness." I said, "So, if you really think that this is just a dream, it won’t work, Luan. Heavy."

"Dreamland? Consciousness walker?" Luan nodded in focus: "In my information, there is no mention of your ability. However, from your appearance, you seem to be familiar with this situation, so, It should not be the first time to use such power."

"It is indeed not the first time, but for me, it is still a very new experience." I replied.

"Are you going to stop me? Gao Chuan." Luan Zhong said: "If you kill me here, I will really die outside, right? Then what are you waiting for?"

"I have a question, I have never had the opportunity to ask you in the past."

"What's the problem?"

"Where are the cadres of the doomsday truth sect? And the final weapon." I asked straightaway.

"The final weapon?" Luan Zhong fluctuated a bit on this term, his eyes fell on Fu Jiang, "It's you, no, no, what are you? You shouldn't be in this place." His language was somewhat Chaos, but I can understand what he meant. As the ultimate weapon of 999, Tomigawa was a defector of Doomsday Shinrikyo in the past world. In this world, I probably also have the identity of Doomsday Shinrikyo, but I don’t know. It is true that there is another she, or it is only in the cognition of Doomsday Truth, and it seems that it is the latter.

"Final Weapon 999." Tomoe said the number indifferently.

"No, it's impossible!" Luan Zhong said flatly: "In the end, there is no 999 weapon-it is almost perfect, something that cannot exist in the near future. I know there is this plan, but all of them have failed. But, you give me a very strange feeling, what are you? Why are you here?"

"It seems that there are things you don't understand, and there are things that will shake you." My arms snapped a blade, "She is indeed the final weapon 999. You haven't made it yet. The strongest. Finally The ultimate weapon."

"It seems~IndoMTL.com~Some special circumstances have appeared..." Luan Zhong gave up investigating these things, but he also has a clearer understanding of the current situation. His face is what I have seen The most serious time, "I don't understand, but..."

"You have no chance of winning." I interrupted him and asked again: "I already know about the final weapon. Then, please tell me, where is the lunatic asylum?"

Luan Zhong ignored the meaning, and chanted aloud the prayer of the truth of the end: "Flesh and blood are like grass and trees, and glory is like an epiphany. The grass will wither and the flowers will wither. But death is not the end, just like the truth forever! "At the same time, he waved his right hand and pointed at me and Fu Jiang. The overwhelming sound spread all around, like the sound of flags fluttering in the gale. The black robes on the street and on the floor, front and back, left and right, like an army of ghosts, jumped into the air, galloped on the ground, and fell from the roof, as expected. Like that, it swept towards me and Fu Jiang.

They are not humans. This is clearly recognized before seeing their faces hidden under their hoods. Now, I can see very clearly that when they rushed towards them, the face in the shadow of the hood was a ghost face that was illusory and painfully deformed. (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.)