Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1402: Night of the Demon Hunter
readx();The roadway winds forward, and many rooms are lit up. The depressed and deep night is like releasing strands of malice. The ashes from the sky fell down, before it fell to the ground, it decomposed into gray mist, flowing at a height not higher than the waist. The blood of the Goathead Devil is flowing out of the broken neck, seeping into the cracks in the ground during the observation of the chain judgment, and then disappearing from the observation. The sheep's head has no more anger, but the rounded eyes are like staring at every shadow behind me.
This is the gathering place, where the real people are. And the original gathering place that was like a illusion, burned by the fire, seemed to be another space in the same place-this is not surprising, even if it is not in a nightmare, there are many temporary data hedging spaces, and life will be the same. The world pulled out a big hole.
In the world of ideology, even if it is not called a temporary data hedge space, it is called an illusion, but the phenomenon caused is not much different.
The destruction in the illusion does not mean that the main body will also be destroyed, but it creates a deep horror-such a scene that is burned by the fire and no one exists, does it foretell the future of this gathering place?
I re-insert the sawtooth knife into the ground
My understanding of Doomsday Shinrikyo teaches me how terrifying the chain of methods of Doomsday Shinrikyo is. In the past, there were cyberballs that could be restrained in many ways, but now the cyberballs turn a blind eye to the serial sacrifices. Bare fangs to me a little bit. I still underestimate the meticulousness of the sacrificial ritual of the Doomsday Shinrikyo. As in the past, when the ritual begins, before it is completed, I cannot find a chance to stop, as if whatever I do, I will only become the driving ritual. Part.
My hunch is correct. Killing the goat head demon did not produce a stronger enemy, however. The other part of the hunch is also correct. Using my method to kill the Goat Head Demon has already triggered a further chain. However, apart from doing that at the time. What other options are there?
Whether it is entangled or simply agile, you will not get better results.
The fourth-level magic pattern messenger is indeed very powerful, but how mysterious is this world? No one can fully understand what kind of result it can cause and what kind of phenomenon is hidden. Compared with the changeable spells of the Doomsday Truth Sect wizards that use the gray fog, the power of the magic line superpower is too simple.
What kind of mystery can be possessed, and what can be done with my mystery on a certain battlefield is not at all what I want. In many cases, the ability to solve a problem, even if it is not so ideal, is already the limit of what can be done.
I think I have done everything I can. I chose the best way I could think of under the circumstances. It was an unchangeable choice. However, this choice has once again exposed my limits-I am just a human being, just a high school student who has not yet graduated, the enemy is so powerful, I want to do many things, but it is always beyond my ability. However, I still have to do these things beyond my ability, because. If I don’t do it, who else will do it?
Everything unfolded in front of me has not yet revealed the worst evil result, but. The sacrifice had already begun, and I could not really stop it after all. Even this situation is still in my expectation, but it is really just presented in front of me, and it still makes me feel pain-this is not my pity for those who are about to become sacrifices, the more profound pain is being I can't save it. This kind of powerlessness, even if it had been anticipated, still hurts my heart.
I can’t make any noise, let alone stop the blood of the goat’s head demon from flowing. I know that everything will start from here. The blood that goes deep into the crevices and becomes unobservable has become some kind of mysterious existence or phenomenon. It will be the primer of sacrifice, but I have no ability to stop this source. The change. What's more, it was originally I cut off the head of the goat's head demon, which led to the beginning of all this.
My hands are trembling a bit. I always thought that my heart was cold and hard enough that I would never regret it even if I walked into the abyss. In this repeater world, Sakiya and Hakkei also exist, and for the sake of planning, I even decided, even if I would let them die in this world. I have my own reasons. If they cannot defeat the "virus", then even if they live happily in this world, their future must be miserable, because the world is also distorted.
The doomsday process is the world’s greatest malice towards the people I love. Do not eliminate the doomsday from the source and defeat any cause that leads to the doomsday, no matter if the cause is a "virus" or something else, it will not be able to truly prevent people from going crazy, dying, and collapsing in endless pain and despair in the doomsday.
Yes, even if I think I can do that, but just facing the inevitable sacrifice in front of me, I still cannot contain the pain in my heart.
This kind of pain is because of my fragility. This fragility is a manifestation of human nature. It is not a mistake. It cannot be abandoned, but it will not change my situation and make me calm and happy.
I want to scream wildly, to vent, to explode, and to work a million times harder to stop the unknown and malicious in front of me. Even more, I am willing to let myself bear the misfortune of others, but such an idea is useless in the face of cruel facts.
Thinking and thinking are meaningless if they can’t act and get results through actions.
Just like in the past doomsday illusion, I have already felt the despair-if my every move seems to be for better results, but in the far future, it promotes worse results, then my own actions What a sorrow it is.
All actions against the doomsday are only promoting the doomsday. It seems to disintegrate a conspiracy of the Doomsday Truth cult, but it actually advances their plan in other ways. This is the reason why mystery experts finally devote themselves to doomsday truth.
The situation I am facing now is no different from the situation I faced in the past.
All actions that prevent the doomsday are promoting the doomsday. Such a process and result are reflected in the doomsday truth cult, which is the kind of serial sacrifices in front of us-everything is nested in layers, which may make people think that this is the victory of conspiracy and wisdom, but I am more profoundly I feel that it is not how clever the doomsday truth is. But just, their words and deeds, every action, itself is a reflection of doomsday destiny.
I want to fight. It is indeed this terrible doomsday process. I have searched for the source of this doomsday process. So far, only "virus" can be used as a more accurate answer. This is also my close pursuit of "virus" from the perspective of "virus". Willingness to judge all your encounters.
Do I really believe that "hospital reality" is reality? Maybe, but that's only because, in the "hospital reality", there is a "virus", and the "virus" can explain the doomsday process in the doomsday illusion and give a visible solution.
Look, if you don’t know the source of the disaster, you can’t do anything. And if the "virus" is the source of the disaster, then. As long as the "virus" is resolved, everything will be better. This is already the most ideal answer.
These things about doomsday, about death, about pain and despair, and all kinds of weird and mysterious events, I try to understand in my own way. I have always had a hunch about my failure, because I know my face How powerful is the right enemy. That is not a definite enemy such as "Doomsday Truth". It's a more impressionistic and conceptual existence. This is not the first time I have experienced failure. However, I have never felt that I can become numb under this kind of fate-like pressure.
I am in pain. It is precisely because I am not numb in failure. Is this lucky? No, I think this is the source of despair and pain. However, if you don't carry these, you will not be able to act, and you will lose what you love. The person you want to save.
I heard the whistling of the wind. There has never been such a strong wind in the gathering place. The wind passes through the large and small gaps between the building itself and the building, bringing desperate and crazy wailing. It wasn't just people's wailing, it was also like a group of invisible demons laughing at it.
The breath of death became more and more intense, the moon-like sphere hanging high in the sky, tearing the veil of the clouds, gradually turning scarlet.
Red moon, late night, gray fog, shouting, shaking lights, faintly dangling from the window, like a natal figure. Everything happened so fast, as if it was originally like this, but it has been blinded all the time.
The goat’s head demon’s body turned into fly ash in one breath, and the goat’s head faded away like a phantom. The blood condensed into a thin layer of red on the ground, and it turned purple in the blink of an eye. Darkness, like so many days, has dried up for a long time.
Time becomes fast in the perception, even if it is swift, it can't make any response. When my emotions rolled over, I was like being frozen on a point in time and space by some huge force. Except for myself, everything around me was undergoing drastic changes.
The fourth-level magic pattern frantically absorbs the aftermath of the sacrifice ceremony before me. The data hedge is so clear and violent in my perception. The fourth-level magic pattern seems to have no upper limit, but it is like a long time without the containment of the hunter's seal, this crazy operation even if it does not bring obvious pressure, it still makes people feel uneasy.
I saw my shadow stretched out, as if it was about to break free from under my feet—it was no longer a human form, but turned into some kind of terrible monster. If it weren’t for my sense of abnormality, and no crazy changes in my thinking and thoughts, otherwise, I would really think that I had really become a monster.
Pain is the best reference for me to measure whether my thoughts are distorted. From this result, I was lucky.
Unfortunate people are everywhere here, and I can't stop this misfortune. At first I thought that the enemy would invade from the outside and I was ready to act as the savior. However, it was I who directly introduced the disaster into the gathering place.
When I recovered my mobility, the rooms on both sides of me were shattered from the inside, and several people jumped out of the house hastily. In the past, these people always resisted others to enter and go out. This seems to be a custom. They believe that the best way to spend the night, as ordinary people, is to lock the house and The room is the best shelter as long as you turn on the light without leaving the door behind closed doors. Before that, even I couldn't forcefully break into their room.
But now, all those seemingly foolproof preparations have failed.
The network ball jointer explained to me the situation in this gathering place not long ago. This sanctuary was not formed naturally in the deepest night. Perhaps such a sanctuary originally existed, but it has already been manipulated by the mysterious organization that entered the nightmare and turned into a human-made prison. And these people are the birds who voluntarily walked into this cage.
If they were lucky enough, they wouldn’t have been sacrifices. Everything in this shelter is prepared by the mysterious organization, insurance in the worst case. However, the "deviation" of the torchlight is making things go the worst. Therefore, the use of insurance is inevitable. And what used to protect these people has become a killer that makes them a sacrifice in the end.
Before these people escaped from the room, they were hopeless. The blood of the goat’s head demon brings a crazy breath. In an instant, this breath has become wind, gray mist, running water and mud, covering the entire gathering place, penetrating every gap, and drilling into those seemingly strict. In a rigorous building.
The will that has been suppressed for too long and has become a little distorted is completely distorted under this crazy and desperate atmosphere.
When these people jumped out of the room, they still gave out human-like desperate wailing figures. At the moment they fell to the ground, they were exposed to the bright red moon and completely changed into another thing. It seemed that they had lost their minds. They are like werewolves, like living corpses, like sheep's head demons one size smaller, like other weird things, but they can never be called humans.
These things look more like the weird ones that existed in the Deepest Night.
I once told the people in the gathering place that if something goes wrong and I feel that I must leave the house, then I must escape quickly and go to the chapel to gather.
But in the current situation, probably not many people can reach the chapel safely.
The weird surrounding me, in a few breaths, there are seven or eight, some can be seen with the naked eye, some cannot be seen with the naked eye, but it can still be observed in the linkage determination. Some of them blocked me directly from the back of the tunnel, some were hidden behind the walls, windows and doors~IndoMTL.com~ and some were still leaping on the roof.
I am like an outlier, exuding a conspicuous smell, attracting these weirdness to come closer and closer.
Seeing them, my heart is so painful. However, no matter how painful it is, it will not help. When the choice has been made, you must bear the result, whether it is a good result or a bad result for you.
I looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and reached out to hold the handle of the serrated knife.
This weapon inserted on the ground ran violently, making a harsh sound, splashing stone dust and sparks, just like a flower in full bloom on the spot.
While these weird groups pounced, I swiftly rushed up, bypassing each of them. The rapidly rotating serrated blade also cut into their bodies at the same time.
I stepped into another corner, and during the observation of the chain determination, there was no complete body behind me. The weird people turned into human beings were torn to pieces by the brutal force and scattered in the air.
"I'm sorry." (To be continued.)