Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1394: Set fire shock

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　　 There are always hallucinations in pain. When the pain is particularly intense, the hallucinations seem to be real. Since the moment I came into contact with the mystery, hallucinations have always accompany me. It is the thing you see, the sound you hear, the smell you can smell, the wind blowing across your skin, the swaying flames and the majestic rain, the ashes that collapsed and burned in every one. Cells, every nerve, and even a certain intuition deep in the soul.

　　

　　The hallucinations are not real, but the hallucinations imply a certain change in the body, which may be negative.

　　

　　All drugs, all situations, when it makes people hallucinate, it often means that the oppression of this person is reaching a certain critical point of its own load.

　　

　　When illusion is accompanied by power, sometimes this power is just an illusion, but sometimes, the illusion is a collateral product of power. When a person has hallucinations, he often cannot tell whether the power he feels and the power that accompanies the hallucinations is an illusion or a reality.

　　

　　 I have taken "Paradise". "Paradise" was just a psychedelic drug similar to a soft drug a long time ago. However, as it penetrates into the mysterious world, this psychedelic drug gradually becomes less simple. In this gradual process, I have investigated the many reactions that the human body produces when stimulated by drugs, including the effects of drugs on the human body. It is precisely because of these investigations that I have a mentality of resistance to all things that make myself hallucinated, whether it is drugs or other things.

　　

　　If I can, I don’t want to fall into hallucinations, I don’t want to have illusions and sense of sight. I don't want to hear those who don't know where it comes from, however, there is no choice in all this.

　　

　　 Excluding all mysteries, I am just an ordinary high school student. An ordinary high school student, in any case, can't fight those weird and cruel malice. Unable to deal with the sacrifice of an inhumane cult, unable to fight an inexplicable virus, unable to fight an incomprehensible monster.

　　

　　 is just thinking. It is useless in the face of a real sense of crisis. It always has to act to change something. And the limit of action. It is the limit that this body can reach.

　　

　　The limit that the body can reach is limited by personal talent and time-consuming exercise.

　　

　　 So, if you are just a high school student with ordinary talent and don't have enough time to exercise, how can you fight the ensuing malice? Only thinking. Nothing can be done.

　　

　　 If you can’t imagine it, let’s describe it a little bit: How can an ordinary patient at the end of a terminal illness face his impending death? If you are unwilling to such a death, how should you redeem your fate that is at stake? When he wants to save other patients, how can such a wish be realized? What should he pray to?

　　

　　 There is only the indescribable thing, only the weirdness outside of thinking, and only the unpredictable destiny.

　　

　　 So. Fate must be elusive, because that will produce chance and preserve hope. The indescribable must also exist. Because that means the possibility of going beyond existing knowledge. It is also indispensable to transcend the weirdness of thought, because only that weirdness can surpass the fate of being limited by existing cognition and create miracles that do not exist in theory.

　　

　　If in all theories, cognitions, and the future of course. Death is within a few steps, and the pain of others is clearly visible. Well, it can save all of this. It must be the "mystery" hidden in the unknown forever.

　　

　　 I don’t want to die.

　　

　　 I don’t want the one I love to live in pain.

　　

　　 I want to save more people.

　　

　　 I eagerly yearn for the people and things I know, no matter if it is illusory or real, I can usher in a happy ending.

　　

　　 If there is a monster that transcends all common sense, all cognition, all knowable theories, all thoughts, and can realize all this, then no matter what it is, I pursue it, and I love it deeply.

　　

　　 If it is the golden witch, if it is the ideal hometown at dusk...

　　

　　 "I will seek to the end of the world!"

　　

　　 "I, want to be a hero!"

　　

　　In the second second after the fierce battle broke out, nearly half of the believers of Doomsday Shinrikyo died.

　　

　　 Before the end of this second second, I activated the fourth-level magic pattern-it is dangerous, full of mystery, incomprehensible, and regarded by hunters as some kind of terrible fate. In this nightmare of the deepest night, it is the proof of being a natural hunter, and it is also a thing that is deeply taboo. It conflicted with the hunter's seal, as if torturing my soul and my soul at the same time.

　　

　　 During this torture, I saw hallucinations, heard psychedelic sounds, and felt intense pain. It seems to have roots, running through my muscles, nerves and bone marrow, spreading deep in my body, and the "deepest part" in my body does not seem to be the internal organs, but the dwelling place of the soul. Pain follows this path. Hold his soul tightly.

　　

　　 My left eye began to beat. At first it felt very slight, but suddenly it became violent. It began to twitch, rolling up and down and left and right, as if the optic nerve had life, and with its own will, it also spread toward the soul in the depths of the body.

　　

　　 The sense of spread from two different sources finally intersect at the soul, but they are connected together without any conflict.

　　

　　 Then, the soul was ignited, and the body was ignited. I felt that every breath I exhaled was filled with violent sparks.

　　

　　In the pain and burning, I saw that the church became ruins and lost the top. The sky that can be seen is not only a scene of the deepest night, but also an illusion after taking "paradise"-all The things that can be seen are burning, and no matter whether they are burning or not, they are burned to ashes, and sparks are scattered from the air.

　　

　　 I lowered my gaze and saw the expanding light ahead. It was so powerful and full of unimaginable destructive power.

　　

　　 It is about to shoot, and the target is myself.

　　

　　——Magic pattern start, start failure

　　

　　——Interference is detected, elimination starts, elimination efficiency is 64%

　　

　　——The fourth-level magic pattern forcibly activated is completed

　　

　　——Search the messenger consciousness. Connect to subconscious information

　　

　　——Expansion of the default mode, input from the construction frame

　　

　　——Conversion begins

　　

　　 I held the long knife sideways, the next moment, the huge suction force made a huge amount of ashes attached to the knife, and the next moment. The quality of the long knife continues to expand, and when I realize it, it has become a big piece of indescribable shape.

　　

　　 Another moment, I suddenly realized that this is a huge shield with scarlet texture in pitch black.

　　

　　 So, it became a huge shield with scarlet texture in pitch black.

　　

　　 I know. The huge shield in my hand is the manifestation of the power of the fourth-level magic pattern, and I have always wanted to do it-collect the data generated in the battle to hedge against the aftermath, to strengthen my own defenses, and to meet the inevitable first wave Focus on firepower.

　　

　　 before this concentrated fire strike. There is no need to use this kind of power, but after the fire concentration is completed, it determines whether I can survive and face a force more terrifying than this kind of fire attack.

　　

　　 Another moment, I seem to wake up suddenly.

　　

　　 The thing full of dazzling light, ashes and sparks, have all disappeared, everything in the church. From a complete ruin to the original ruined appearance.

　　

　　The long knife has disappeared, and I hold a huge shield. A surging shock is coming head-on.

　　

　　 Even if it is a quick sweep, it cannot be faster than the speed of this shock, because it is no longer a process, but the result of an inevitable hit.

　　

　　 It is a complex mystery that cannot be directly observed for linkage determination, but has already worked. The result condensed after one second. It was also what I had foreboding at first, from dozens of mystery experts. Concentrated firepower after targeted deployment. There is a decisive gap between the phenomenon it produces and any phenomenon that will be interfered by quick sweeps.

　　

　　This blow. Successfully avoided all the concepts involved in quick sweeps. The moment I perceive this shock, I intuitively realized that it is not dominated by any thinking, but in the chaos, it becomes what everyone expects from the Doomsday Truth.

　　

　　 And this was the first test I was destined to face when I stepped into this church.

　　

　　 Any reaction of mine cannot prevent myself from being hit. Such a strong intuition prevents me from doing any unnecessary evasion.

　　

　　Because, I had already anticipated the existence of this blow, and cut it through the limit of two seconds to weaken its power as much as possible.

　　

　　 I did everything I could, and now, I have to face the inevitable result after that.

　　

　　 My burning body, complex thoughts, and ups and downs suddenly calmed down at this moment.

　　

In 　　 fast-sweeping state, I can do a few more moves.

　　

　　 I erected the huge shield and slammed it on the ground in front of me, using my whole body to resist it.

　　

　　 The next moment, a terrifying force swept everything in my vision and knocked me into the air with a shield.

　　

　　 I feel that my body, which has been strengthened by Level 4 magic lines, was almost torn apart by this indescribable, weird and substantive power. It is not as simple as the power of physics. It has all the physical effects that I know, and it also has unrecognizable, but non-physical effects that can be personally felt. It is both a physical blow and a conscious blow. This terrible power is chaotic, turbid, and full of malice.

　　

　　 My feet are firmly stuck into the ground, but this has no effect. The impact directly lifted the ground. I bury my head and hide behind the giant shield, and the interlocking judgement has been unable to observe any movement, because all the movements are violent than the observation load. On both sides of my vision, there is only a layer of hazy outlines, even the interior of the building. Nothing is recognizable.

　　

　　 I don’t know where I will be knocked out, or if I will fly out of this church directly, but the moment the thought arises, my back hits something extremely strong, and a huge reaction force strikes. At the same time, the things behind me shattered and collapsed. I fell to the ground and slid back all the way, bumping into other things several times. I couldn't adjust my balance. I lost all my strength for a while. I couldn't even breathe. I couldn't control my limbs. I could only disappear by the impact.

　　

　　 When my vision faintly returned to normal, the linkage determination recovered faster than the vision. In the observation image presented in my mind, several human figures appeared. They approached cautiously, standing on the edge of a huge gap, looking far away. I think their posture and position are like expecting something.

　　

　　 These doomsday truth cult guys are really naive!

　　

　　 Even if the impact of the impact has not completely disappeared, I don’t think I will lose this time.

　　

　　No, in fact, I can take the blow, unless they summon a demon beyond my imagination, I have no doubt that I will win.

　　

　　 Because, they can't make a stronger attack than this. They may be able to do it, but they have no time to issue a similar second blow.

　　

　　 "The only thing left is to summon the devil, right?" I said softly, but I think they can hear it.

　　

　　 Those believers of Doomsday Truth should have nothing to fear, but their posture is still slightly shaken, as if expressing their unbelievability.

　　

　　 I finally regained my strength, and the negative effects still remain on my body. However, as long as I can move, I can quickly sweep - no, even without physical activity, I can also quickly sweep, the invisible channel created by the rapid sweeping super , There is a driving force in itself. I need my body to be able to move, not for the quick sweep, but to be able to kill in the quick sweep.

　　

　　 I breathe, I hear my own breath, passing through the hollow of the beak mask, making a long and slight sound~IndoMTL.com~ I got up from the ground and pushed the shield away hard.

　　

　　 I saw that I really smashed through the walls of the church, and after falling outside, I also crashed carts, stone piers and the walls of other buildings one after another. The distance between myself and the mysterious experts standing at the gap in the church wall is about 30 meters. What connects us is a huge rift.

　　

　　 The surface of the shield is visibly misted, as if it had just been burned.

　　

　　 I looked away from the shield and looked at the believers of Doomsday Truth in front of me. Their faces were gloomy and there was no slightest joy, but I did not feel the frustration and fear of failure from them. I can understand that for them, this is far from the final result. But to me, they are all dead.

　　

　　Whether they are killed by me or committed suicide, they will definitely die, and they will definitely turn themselves into sacrifices for the demon summoning ritual. The only difference is that when killed by me, compared with suicide, which method of death is more suitable for this demon summoning? It can summon stronger and more targeted demons. (To be continued)