Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 928: 1 minute three

With less than twenty seconds left in the attack on the Sekaiju, everyone’s masterpieces are on the stage. After l wrote down the real name of the devil, the silhouette of Sekaiju suddenly fluctuates, and then It was the assault of the first horse and the pepper. The two moved across the sky like a comet, submerged in the contours of the wave, and then, a strong circular shock wave spread out at a speed that was difficult for the line of sight to catch up. The pressure that the World Tree gave to Primordial Celestial Venerable was drastically reduced, but we all know that such a good situation will definitely not exceed ten seconds. l The real name of the devil obtained from the fragments of Father Edward's personality consciousness is definitely only a very small part of the more than six hundred demons.

The original Tianzun stopped ten meters in front of the World Tree and fell heavily on the ground. Taking advantage of the time when the World Tree was forced to turn to defense, the "mystery" of the gas mask had spread on this land. Losing the power of the World Tree, the weirs were immediately beaten back to their original form, and they could no longer possess the high resistance to this invisible "poisonous gas" as before. They are naturally inexhaustible, but the "mystery" of the gas mask does not give them room to breathe, and the decline spreads around the Primitive Heavenly Lord at a slow but unshakable speed.

The original Tianzun deformed again. Under my will, a large number of roots plunged into the ground and became the feet of the fixed base plate. The spherical shell collapsed inward, like a spreading water stain, in a flat posture. Spreading around, the expanded base allowed more artillery fire to be deployed. The Primordial Heavenly Lord no longer needs to move. More intense artillery fire is the best choice. We also have no chance to retreat. Once we leave, we will completely withdraw from the world of consciousness. I abandoned the mobility and defensive capabilities of the ky3000 and made more and more powerful muzzles and shells. And through a series of adjustments, these launch ports are organically combined again.

Big is strong, and more is good. It can't destroy the enemy, just because there are not enough guns and not strong enough. This is a seemingly joking attack concept, but there are also some people who are convinced that this is the case, and claim to be a "multi-turret religious" believer. I don't think I am, but at this moment, I am practicing this idea. Because I'm not smart enough, I don't have a better tactical thinking and attack concept. And the characteristics of the ideological world give this theory the way of fighting. Have the basis for realization.

If the enemy’s defense has a certain bottom line, it is difficult to produce a qualitative change just by the buildup of artillery fire. The quality of a unit’s attack cannot break through the opponent’s line of defense, so the superposition of numbers will not be greater The change. The argument that quantitative changes produce qualitative changes is no longer aimed at the enemy. But for yourself. I know exactly what I want to do, and I must use these artillery fires more efficiently. The connection between each other is reorganized in a deeper way, so that the attack is not a mere consumption, but the power generated by this consumption is superimposed on layers, and then released in one breath.

lIs it possible to lock the position of Father Edward's personality consciousness? I no longer think about it. If he can't do it, then this plan will definitely fail. Without considering the failure, I don't know whether the attack power of the first horse and the pepper can be after l pointed out the route. Open a long drive straight-in channel, so I must use my own method to ensure the feasibility of this channel.

The firepower of ky3000 must have a more cohesive and penetrating killer than before. I don't need to worry about the number of times this attack can be used, even after one shot, the entire ky3000 will surely collapse, and I must have this power. In other words, I hope that the power of this blow can reach the load that the solid weapon base now collapses.

The expansion of the ky3000 weakened the previous firepower advantage, but the power of the gas mask spread on the ground, allowing me within a few seconds without worrying about the weird attacks. I am engrossed in transforming the base position. The Rubik’s cube-like block structure is broken down into volumes that are difficult to see with the naked eye. In the observation of the linkage determination, I reorganized and adjusted to the level of detail within my power. It must constitute such a structure-the force generated by each shelling will become the driving force for the next excitation as far as possible without dissipating. Through thousands of firings and pushes, every time it is released from the rear The destructive power will all become the driving force for the firing of the front barrel. Such a layered addition will eventually hit a special super-mass shell at the highest speed.

Yes, the last shell I selected did not have any characteristics attached. In other words, it had only one characteristic and mystery-an extremely dense structure and an extremely heavy mass. In my imagination, it It's like a neutron star, even more than a neutron star. Popular science knowledge allows me to know the composition of neutron stars, and the mystery of consciousness gives me the opportunity to "create" a structure far beyond this structure out of thin air. I don't need to understand the details of this structure and the most basic principles. I just, On the basis of the structure of the neutron star, we fabricate something that cannot be imagined in detail out of thin air.

A false, but grotesque that may appear in the ideological world.

I don’t know if it can be successful, but at the very least, this shell will have the mass of a neutron star. Then, with the help of the superposition, the force of advancement is carried out. For me, the power of energy that can be produced by the theoretical formula of mass multiplied by speed squared has long been deep in my heart.

Super-mass guns, this name, have never been the first thing I thought of. In all kinds of science fiction works, they belong to a kind of ultimate weapon with unlimited power in theory.

This is the most simple and convincing manifestation of my strength.

Within a few seconds of my thoughts, a huge fort was formed on the ground. This 30-meter-diameter main muzzle, the second half of which is composed of thousands of barrels, is to ensure the chamber. The mouth can carry the load during firing, and the barrels that act as the firing power are thinned to a translucent state. I only need the opportunity to fire them once. After that, I am very sure that these barrels will explode immediately, and this exploded Power will circulate again and become a link of superimposed power. Such a complex structure is beyond science. Even in a normal world where "mysterious" is rampant, I feel that it is unlikely to occur and its operation cannot be guaranteed. Only in the ideological world. Through the mystery of consciousness, this "consciously feasible" utopian can be realized.

Utopian science is not science, it's just a beautiful expectation of science, but isn't such expectation a driving force in the consciousness of human development? In the normal world. It has no basis for realization, and can only serve as people’s spiritual food. However, in this ideological world, in the heart that is hosted by "Jiang", I am extremely convinced that it will appear in a more tangible manner. Before my eyes.

So, it appeared before my eyes.

Several people who originally stood on the original Tianzun. They all had to fall on the ground. In these short seconds, their expressions fluctuated greatly, as if they had seen something incredible. I understand their thoughts. Even in the conscious world, conscious walkers can't do whatever they want, and they will achieve whatever they think. The rules that a normal conscious walker needs to follow. More complicated than normal, because. Ideology is such a low-level and complex environment. From the beginning, I did not feel that this utopian creation promoted by my consciousness is a normal thing, otherwise, these consciousness walkers should have the same level of creativity and destructive power.

Sekaiju seems to be aware of the horror of this super-mass gun, the fluctuation of its outline. It reveals a crazy taste. Even under the harassment of the first horse and chili, the pressure it puts on us is still like a more rapid wave, and it suddenly rushes over. The invisible and visible attack changed the expressions of the shepherd and the cocktail who were still defending. Even the body seemed to become transparent. The next moment, they began to vomit, but did not vomit anything, but the invisible defensive circle, in our perception, seemed to collapse at any time.

Even so, they are still supporting it, probably because my fantasy super-mass cannon made them see the dawn of victory. l Forcefully tore off the pages of the **, his actions began to become frantic, and the time went to the last ten seconds. Before his defense collapsed, he must lock the enemy's position. In the extremely tall tree trunk, the personality consciousness of Father Edward who was hiding must be adjusting his position quickly.

Everyone started desperately. When the World Tree became mad, the weird people also made a comeback again, but the gas mask stubbornly resisted the last ten meters of defense. Her power made all the ejected "cannonballs" "Everyone decayed beyond this distance, turned into dust and scattered in the air. Such an attack intensity had obviously reached one of her limits, and the duration would definitely not be longer than others.

Even though we are so close to the World Tree, we still can't see its details, as if the fuzzy outline is all its reality. Even the first horse and pepper who entered it and fought close battles with it could not feel the sound or figure at all, only the continuous burst of shock waves proved that they were still fighting.

After a blink of an eye, the head horse and pepper flew out from there. The unnatural posture declared their failure. The time the two won was less than ten seconds, they were already seriously injured, slammed heavily on the super-mass gun, sliding down like a meatloaf. Their appearance is not human, but at least they are not dead. The strong gasps, and the inaudible, intermittent voices prove that they can survive.

As the attack intensity of the World Tree increased again, l yelled "found it." Immediately, the information came out of my mind directly, and the information was synchronized into my mind in a very fast and secret way. Under normal circumstances, people who walk without consciousness will accept this approach, which somewhat means that their own brains are undefended to the other party. Even with the protection of deep consciousness, it is an insulting and dangerous behavior. However, at this time, I can't take care of so much. Moreover, I have accepted this synchronization from the beginning. Only in this way can the cooperation between each other be promoted to a closer level, and I will not let it go. Father Edward got the chance to escape.

The movement of consciousness is extremely fast. Waiting for a person to finish speaking, and then use body movements to point out the goal. Father Edward's personality consciousness has long been transferred to. This huge and hazy tree makes it absolutely difficult for us to capture a second time. The ** page torn off in order to lock the target will definitely not be without consequences. I don't think there can be more.

At the moment when the information appeared in my mind, I pulled the trigger in my consciousness.

I told myself that my attack was unstoppable.

The world seems to have stopped at this moment. It is not only the power of the cocktail that once again renders everything in the field of vision black and white, it is even more so. A kind of freeze frame in self-consciousness in this black and white world. I concentrate all my attention on the target position. I feel that such concentration seems to have become something tangible and qualitative-like a spear, which, after being thrown out, pierced the target accurately. .

The barrels of the barrels. From the back to the front, the layers burst, but this push is so slow and so dead, I can’t hear any sound, everything is like an early silent black and white movie, with a tenth, hundreds of One-third the speed is slow. And this slow. The heavy, deadly scene seemed to have only lasted for a freeze frame, before blinking, the gloomy and cold colors of the whole world came back, spreading between the sky and the earth, as if dyeing colors overturning ink paintings, Spread quickly. The burst of light from the barrel. It was so strong that even the air was burning.

In the intense bright light, the huge impact force reached the front chamber of the main gun. Then there was a earth-shattering roar, and even the front chamber burst open. Even I couldn't see the process of destruction. I just observed it with my naked eyes and perception. A "passage" with a diameter of fifty meters appeared in front of me.

This "passage" completely penetrates the outline of the World Tree, although compared to its size, it is only a sesame-sized scar. However, the transparency of the front and back holes, as well as the paleness of nothing left in this passage, are actually imprinted in my perception.

Quick sweep has already begun. The invisible scurrying passage stretches straight on the trajectory of the super-mass gun. I plunged into it and entered the static relative speed of the world. In this pale and transparent passage pierced by super-mass guns, any obstacles no longer exist. When I entered the body of the World Tree along this passage, except that my vision became darker, there was not much sense of abnormality. It seemed that all abnormalities were also swept away by the previous blow, and I was like Walked into the shadow of nothing.

Then, in this shadow that is not clear, nor can I feel how wide it is, a beam of light is very conspicuous, and it exists less than one meter away from the blank passage. I knew subconsciously that that was Father Edward's personality consciousness, and the super-mass gun almost hit this group of things directly. I cannot confirm how it will end up once it hits, but I am sure that Father Edward is lucky.

Even I, the author of Shi Yong, couldn't imagine the power of this super-mass gun in advance. Because, in my consciousness, it is a kind of utopian concept of "strong" from structure to power, and there is no specific description and understanding of this kind of "strong". If the reality of the world should have a definite cause and a definite result, then this super-mass gun uses a vague concept as the cause instead of defining an exact result.

If it weren't for "Jiang" in my body, I would never have the confidence to try something like this.

It is even more abnormal than the abnormal under normal circumstances. It is the unpredictable among all the unpredictable, and it is a monster outside the imagination.

In the ideological world, it is entirely possible to become stronger, but so far, its "strong" has been temporarily defined. The degree of damage to the World Tree is the height it can reach at this time, and the next time, I don’t know when. Because, even if the attack is successful, I still can't be sure that this is a repeatable behavior. That kind of completely vague concept of consciousness is simply difficult to fix in the mind. Everything is vague, difficult to quantify and replicate completely.

I easily grabbed Father Edward’s personality consciousness light group. He did not release any resistance, just like in this static world ~IndoMTL.com~ has completely lost the ability to resist.

It wasn't until I returned to l's side that time seemed to jump for a second.

The self-destructive roar of the super-mass guns, these conscious walkers, endured a huge impact, and this impact did not end until I came back. They described it as miserable, and several people seemed to be crushed to death by this wave of shock at any time. I grabbed them and sent them out of the operational range of the World Tree one by one.

When I got out of the quick sweep, I was holding the ky3000 again in my hand. The last ky3000 was self-destructed due to high load, but it was originally a creation of consciousness. Repeated manifestation is not a problem. The problem lies in the super-mass gun form. It has been completely blurred in my consciousness, and I am not sure if I can do it again.

I unfolded the ky3000 and turned it into a solid bunker, shielding us in front of us. The shock wave carried the sound and quickly distorted everything in the field of vision, and it turned into a ky3000 like being divided by a reef. The two ends of the solid wall were separated, and after throwing back a few meters, they were mixed together again. We are like hiding in a storm. Even if we are in a safe house, we have to empathize with the drastic changes outside.

At least, at this moment, we can take a breather. (To be continued...)