Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1260: Shooting door

The old hunter had been seriously injured, but he couldn't tell when he did it. △￠four△￠five△￠中△￠text...≦, under the induction of chain determination, each of his muscles operates with an inhuman high intensity, and the blood in the wound is like being heated to evaporate In general, a faint red mist appeared. The power in him, of course, is also a "mysterious" display, even though it is only in a "nightmare".

Not everyone can do what they want in the world of consciousness, turning themselves into an unkillable superman, or showing inhuman power. Especially in nightmares, ordinary people are often the most vulnerable party, and it is precisely because it is difficult for people to fight against the situation in the nightmare, so the "nightmare" has its meaning. Wanting to be a terrific powerhouse in a "nightmare" that most people "share", enough to kill other people or those terrible weird things that make most people helpless, proves that it has a "mystery". the power of.

The old Hawke who has died, and the old hunter in front of him, there is no doubt that this exists. Regardless of the meaning of their existence in this world, the secret of their birth, the origin of their will, and the behind-the-scenes background implied by their presence here, they existed and participated in "The Deepest Night" "It is an inevitable link that constitutes today's nightmare, but it is beyond doubt. By now, I have been very clear about what is meant by "existence and reality."

I don't think that the old hunter's attack was aimless. The words he said have already hinted a lot of things. Even so, those who follow his advice may become hunters, but that's not me. I told him that I had inherited everything from Old Hawk and half of it was a lie. Everything I do does not follow the will of anyone here.

I only choose my path based on my own thoughts, my own plans, my own sensibility and reason. If everything is done, some ancestors are already doing it. Or it may be similar to some people, it is just a coincidence, or it is inevitable that the commonality of people is inevitable. But if I violate other people's principles, ideas, will, and wishes, and get sniped, that must be the consequence that I must bear, and I don’t hesitate to bear these.

I want to enter the door, the old hunter tried to stop me, and I have never been shaken by his words, this is the reason for the war. It is not justice or evil. Nor is it a malicious killing. I know very well, therefore, very calm, even if I have never been on guard, but when the old hunter shoots, there is no accident, the body naturally moves faster than thought-because. No extra thinking is needed at all, either. Even if there are extra thoughts, they will not be implicated by these thoughts.

I draw a knife.

The blade slashed on the bullet, and it slid into the wall in a flash. The old hunter quickly wandered around, the musket kept firing bullets, and I also used the chain determination to sense his position and movement to synchronize or react faster. Wandering in the same direction, approaching, and slashing away. The blade and the bullet collided, sparks flashed in the air, and the wall was ricocheted into pits one after another. The stone chips collapsed and flew, all of which was invisible in the observation of the chain determination. I am a good gunner. Every time the old hunter shoots, I will quickly analyze the characteristics of the gun and the bullet. The bullets fired in a straight line are not effective for me, even if the old hunter pulls the trigger fast.

I don't need a wide range of evasive movements at all. Just a slight shake of the body and a swipe of the blade can make the bullet useless. The old hunter was obviously aware of this, and the chain judgement did not see any panic from his detailed reaction. Just like I thought, this old man is also well-versed. Being able to hunt the weirdness, arrive at this high tower, and see the so-called "truth", I am afraid that I am still fighting with many mysterious experts who have been here before me, and successfully survived, which is enough to prove its power.

As soon as I entered the slashing range of the long knife, he also drew the long knife with one hand. The light of the sword circled in front of him, and fought with my blade. The huge force pushed me a few steps away, just as I swept and turned. The long knife that the old hunter drew had its handle and scabbard joined together to form a double-wielded knife and slashed at me. The blade did not cut the air, but pressed the air, making a dull crit sound. The shock wave visible to the naked eye had spread in a short blink of an eye, trying to prevent me from rushing at high speed.

I jumped on the wall, then jumped to the ceiling with my strength, over the distorted video. Throwing the hook rope over the old hunter's head, the old hunter rolled backwards, his speed suddenly accelerated, and an afterimage appeared. After flashing through the hook rope bundle, another wave of bullets came. His acceleration is not continuous, but alternates with disorderly normal, slow and rapid, making it difficult for people to capture his movements. Such superb mobility is obviously the result of his experience.

No matter how the high-speed movement ability is acquired, the experience and skills of high-speed combat are basically the same. It is only the difference between doing it or not. To be able to explode at a faster speed in a short time, and to connect this explosion with actions at different speeds to form a more elusive way of movement, and to make flexible adjustments to the current enemy, it is not hard practice. , And need enough combat experience.

When I was killed in the doomsday illusion in the past, in most of the battles, I was just speeding up. In reality, the hospital is a weak patient with disabled legs and feet. The fighting method is completely different from high-speed combat. However, after this recovery, the combat experience I have accumulated, and the more remaining feelings of Gaochuan that I have gained through the breeding of another Gaochuan, and even the skills of another Gaochuan, have allowed me to further improve my own. High-speed warfare.

My growth is not just for my personal reasons. More "Gaochuan" has also left me enough wealth, although it is not a "memory", but only a vague impression and Feeling things.

My current combat ability is stronger than I was in the past. This is 100% certain. In the normal timeline, the time I participated in the battle, even if the time in the doomsday illusion and the time in the hospital reality were added together, it was only a year and a half. But the old hunter in front of him obviously had more than ten times the experience. From this perspective. Of course, his combat experience is several times that of mine.

However, we are not in the normal timeline, and our combat experience is also very different. These differences between us are enough to fill the gap in age and experience. Even if the feeling of "seal" reappeared. I still have the confidence to defeat the opponent when every mystery of mine can't reach the best condition.

I didn't want to kill the old hunter, but just to defeat him so that he could not stop me from entering that door.

I turned around to block his spin and slashed. When he suddenly accelerated and retreated, I galloped forward, shortening the distance with a powerful attack. This old hunter is not a reckless weird one, he can be restrained by a hook rope. But in this fierce battle, it can't really play the role of restraint and traction. The old hunter's muskets and long knives are skillfully combined, coupled with the special skills of a high-speed combat expert, in just 30 seconds, he kept switching attacks and defenses, which matched me.

I didn't hide my strength. I used up the strength that was "normal" to myself, and it was just the strength that the old hunter showed now.

The intersection of blade and blade. Cutting on the front, surprise attack on the side. A large number of sparks bloomed in the rapid collision. In the chain judgment, every splash of Mars is clearly visible, full of rhythm, and the expression of the old hunter, in the light and dark, has not changed at all. It can be called iron-minded.

However, even if he is experienced, skilled, responsive, and determined. The fact that he was seriously injured cannot be ignored. The blood on his body is not an illusion. In the nightmare, it is also a symbol of harm. Even if he can still explode with the current combat power, these wounds that cannot be erased even in the world of consciousness make his energy unsustainable.

For people accustomed to high-speed combat, ten seconds is enough to decide many things. If the battle is delayed for 30 seconds, it is already a match, and the battle cannot be resolved within one minute, which means that you must re-adjust your posture and make a comeback. The battle between me and the old hunter lasted about forty-five seconds at high speed. The quick sweep, which clearly possessed the concept of "relatively fast", was greatly compromised in the face of the "seal" and the old hunter's experience.

I don’t think at all, it’s because my abilities have been weakened that I can’t take down this old hunter in a round of battle. Because this is a battle, not a friendly discussion, and any reason for not being able to defeat the opponent is not enough to be a reason, only the result can prove everything.

The severely injured old hunter in front of me is enough to continue more rounds of fighting under my current "normal" state-this is the reality, the result, that he may face more mysterious experts, but still Proof of being able to survive now.

Presumably, this old hunter has already killed many mysterious experts.

After another direct knife-blade confrontation, the old hunter exploded and swept me away with the long knife. With this strength, I once again opened up a distance of ten meters from him. After that, our hearts revolved around each other energetically, adjusting our posture and state, and trying each other's flaws. I know that a large part of the flaws that the old hunter sometimes exposes is intentional, and those flaws and fatigue that are really implicated by the injury and have to be exposed are hidden in these traps full of camouflage and become difficult to capture. .

However, I do the same on my side.

Our fighting styles are very similar. The other side can think of what I can think of and prepare accordingly, and vice versa. This is a tough battle. In front of my eyes, it is not an old hunter who is old and seriously injured. It is more like a mirror image of me in my current "normal" state. I believe that the old hunter also feels this way.

"Don't think about it? Give up entering the door... I have seen many people who think they are powerful, and really powerful people. After they enter the door, they see the result of the truth." The old hunter said: "That The truth cannot save anyone, it will only destroy everyone. This nightmare exists because of it, and the deepest night is bound to come."

"So, old Hawk...what's the point of what you have done in the past with a hunter like you? What are you doing to kill those weird ones, rather than risking death, also Do you want to find out the truth?" I pressed the scabbard, and slowly circled the circle with him in a posture of drawing a knife. If he is willing to speak, I am willing to listen. Maybe he can't say anything new, maybe it's just a trap that numbs me, but for me, these careful thoughts don't matter. Even if it is possible to understand some of their thoughts, the dangers in his mouth, and the secrets of the deep night he knows, it doesn't matter if he walks a few more times in this strange place.

There is not much time, but it is not urgent. The winner must be determined immediately, and then slapped to the next battle. There is a sense of urgency in my heart, but I will no longer be caught by this sense of urgency.

My heart was calm, and I asked him: "Is the so-called hunter and protection just a joke?"

"The so-called hunter is just hoping to protect himself in the deepest night before going to shelter other people." The old hunter pressed his wide brimmed hat and said hoarsely: "We are looking for the truth, but. Since then. Truth is not good for everyone. I also think that there is no need for people to get in touch. In the deepest night, no one can live it, even if it is hunters like us, but the deepest night does not mean the end, it is a new one. The beginning of ."

"The beginning of another deep night?" I thought. I understand what he meant, and. This statement is actually somewhat similar to the doctrines of Doomsday Truth. The difference is that the doctrine of Doomsday Truth is generally for people to face the doomsday and personally guide the doomsday. That is the cult that is really pursuing the "doomsday". The old hunter in front of him only hopes that people will die in "ignorance" and not be crushed by the "truth".

"Anyway, there is no difference between knowing and not knowing. When a deep night passes, all happiness and pain. It will start again. In this case, die at a loss because of ignorance, and struggle because of knowing. But is destined to die, what is the difference? Ah, the difference is that one struggles in vain, and the other is ignorant, so he will not do futile things, but will relax." The old hunter said.

"I think this kind of thinking is different from the reason why you people come here and have been fighting." I said.

"Yes, I admit this. But because of this, I am also curious, why did the old Hawk let you inherit the so-called hunter's legacy?" The old hunter smiled Shen Shen, "He also clearly saw the truth. I know that in his heart, he must also approve of my thoughts. The so-called hunters can be over with us. When the next deepest night comes, maybe there will be hunters again, but that and us now, It doesn't matter anymore. Old Hawke...is he crazy?"

"Yes, he is crazy." I admitted, "He really didn't leave any hunter's will. I just fulfilled the responsibilities that I gave myself with my own will."

"Is my responsibility given to myself?" The old hunter seemed a little surprised, and suddenly laughed and coughed, "Sure enough, he is a hunter. Although there is no guidance, I didn't expect that even now, there will be hunters. You simply There is no need for Old Hawk’s guidance or inheritance from him, because you, like us, are born hunters." He said with certainty, "But when you know the truth, can you continue? Be a hunter, or, become a madman, or become a person like me?"

"Why don't you try?" I replied, "Although Old Hawk is crazy, he never knows where to pick me up. I think this is the biggest difference between him and you. You I feel that a crazy hunter who has no hope, obviously has negative thoughts like yours, but still picked up a hunter. What does this mean?"

I stroked the "seal" on my forehead and said, "Although I don't need this thing, I still keep it, instead of deliberately looking for a way to destroy it. What is the reason?"

"Because--" The old hunter's voice sank, as if missing something, "This is the hunter. From the time the first hunter appeared, it was because he had listened to the call from the heart and gave himself a justice And the great mission, although, for me now, it is only a part of the destined part of the deepest night, but..."

He didn’t say it, but I helped him say: “But even if there is no deep night, in the face of the same disaster, the hunter’s heart will still have such a call to let him Become a hunter."

The old hunter was silent.

"So, what the deepest night is, it doesn't make sense to hunters." I said: "The so-called hunters are just people who have done such a thing: we listen to our hearts The call of you determines the meaning of your being here. Even if you are in the midst of fate and watch the cruelty of fate, you will not be shaken by any fate theory, and you will fulfill your own responsibilities."

I asked the old hunter: "Why, you, who is also a hunter, will change your original intentions because of the truth in the area? Although I don’t know the secret of the hunter, I know the nature of the hunter’s mind. Your current choice, It is undoubtedly betraying oneself." Yes, in my opinion, the old hunter's choice in front of him was not betraying anyone else, but merely betraying himself. He drew a line between his present and the past in a desperate gesture to separate each other, but in fact, it didn't make any sense. He was still the result of the connection between the past and the present.

He cannot escape the past, nor can he really deny the past. In his mind, did he really think that his past self was wrong? Is it meaningless? Do you stand here so that other people do not become such mistakes?

I don’t know the answer, but the answer should come from his mind, not by me.

"Well said." The old hunter just pressed the brim of his hat again, as if to drown all emotions in the dark shadows to gain peace of mind, "What a young remark. But, yes. Because of the aggressiveness, when I see the truth, I will be even more crazy. Old Hawk’s heart still holds unrealistic hopes. I am probably very envious. Because, in my heart, there is no longer There is such a hope."

"No, if there is no hope in your heart, then why stay here and appear in front of me?" I stopped and said to him, "You actually want to see, Can someone still surpass you? Defeat you here, open that door, and after seeing the truth, still save your self as a hunter. You want to see, what you can't do, someone can do it."

The old hunter was silent, the only mouth still exposed in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and a withered smile gradually cracked.

"Many people defeated me and got into the door and saw the truth, but they were all crazy without exception." The people the old hunter said were probably the mysterious experts who came here earlier than me. Well, at this time, I can probably guess that it was the crazy mysterious experts who caused the strange deaths and injuries I saw along the way.

"Do you think ~IndoMTL.com~ would be the special one?" the old hunter asked.

So I replied: "Of course."

Without hesitation.

When the old hunter suddenly raised his hand to shoot, I threw the hook rope. The bullet broke the hook rope, but the front end of the broken hook rope was still spinning according to the trajectory in the chain judgment. The old hunter had to get out of the way, but his movement trajectory had also been read out by the chain judgment and my judgment in advance. The quick "relatively fast", let me come first, draw the knife and then cut. The old hunter blocked it and, with the help of the impact, suddenly accelerated and retreated, while I chased forward at a faster speed.

In one second, the old hunter circled a fifty-meter circle, and I chased for fifty meters. In this second, I tried my best to slash more than 50 slashes, and we were like being enveloped in a blooming spark. The tiredness of the old hunter is even more obvious. The onslaught does not stop without any skill, nor does it use any gorgeous moves, because there is no such time at all. This is the simplest and most swift offensive. It uses the shortest route and the strongest force in the shortest route to stab, chop, chop, and sweep, forming a force that surges like a tide. The reef that bears this surge is the old hunter himself. Under the observation of the chain judgment, I can feel that his muscles, bones, and every sensory organ that supports the high-speed battle are wailing. (To be continued...)