Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1408: End of hunting period

The people in the chapel are alienating, and the humanoid reading is like pressing a switch. The desperate and crazy wind outside did not blow in, and I could not feel the ominous blood of the goat head demon infiltrating this place, but suddenly a power was born from impermanence, as if this power was hiding in the daily life. In the air that I breathe, only at this time, it becomes active because of the humanoid behavior.

People are swelling, distorting, from the body to the inside, as long as you see the scene of their alienation, you won't have any doubts about it. They have not become dangerous monsters, and the alienation of each person is different in appearance. It's hard to tell what they have become. They just feel disgusting to the extreme. Even if they close their eyes, the ugly and inexplicable posture seems to be imprinted on the retina and cannot be subtracted.

They do not emit a smell, but produce an illusion-like taste in the senses, which is also indescribable, making the soul of the feeler feel like being in a swamp.

Gradually, it seems that what constitutes their bodies is no longer flesh and blood, but some other substance similar to flesh and blood. If you insist on comparing with known phenomena, it is probably the flesh and blood erosion of the Saya virus. However, even the phenomenon caused by the flesh and blood erosion of the Saya virus is definitely not as profound as the alienation of the people in front of them.

The entire chapel has been polluted. Ordinary people will never survive here. Maybe just seeing these things will erode the body and mind of ordinary people.

The only people who can still keep their minds today are me, the humanoid family, and the girl in my arms. Contrary to the alienation of these people, the alienation of the girl has weakened, and even gradually subsided-the illusion I thought before is actually not an illusion, and the girl's skin is returning to a healthy color. Her body was still trembling, but it gave me a feeling that the pain was fading.

Girls and these people are like standing on opposite ends of a scale. Because of my choice, I rely on the alienation of these people. Infused the girl with the strength to survive. I didn't feel this kind of injection clearly, maybe it was just my imagination.

However, the girl's condition is indeed improving. This is an indisputable fact. I stared at the ugly alienation of people before me. Can't tell what kind of emotions are in my heart. All I know is that I don't really feel happy, it's just that the girl's improvement has given me some comfort, and the pain of my choice. It has never faded.

I look at the humanoid system.

The shape of the humanoid system has not changed, but the voice and expression have become vivid, as if it has injected soul into the inanimate thing. Of course, this description does not mean that the original human form is really just a doll, but before that, she is indeed more like a doll. I have checked that the human body touch is very real, of course, in a conscious world. Whether the body is flesh and blood or other substances, there is actually no essential difference.

I understood in an instant that the person in front of me is not the humanoid that has always been. The person who was talking to me was Huisei himself, the subject behind the humanoid system.

"Colors?" I said.

"...Hmm." She seemed to hesitate, but she still responded.

"Perhaps as you said, I am just a phantom of the past, resurrected after death. In fact, I never thought about it." I finally understood why I laughed because, This is not anger and fear. But it was just the gratification of seeing my family again. After all these hardships, I finally saw Xie Se again and communicated in a more direct way—just that, it made me feel. My pain and sorrow were made up.

"But it's not a question of whether you want to or not, Achuan, you have already appeared, and become a phantom that has come back to life." The color of the voice is full of indescribable complex emotions. (

"I am very happy personally, although, this may not really be a happy thing." I hugged the girl and stood up, the girl's hand gripping my skirt tightly, she seemed very scared. I put her head on my shoulder to prevent her from seeing the tragic condition of those sacrificed. The abnormal changes over there have become disgusting, and every second has passed, it has become more and more people. Fear and unknown.

"You have no chance, Jiang will definitely fail. After this test, I have confirmed how powerfully the script can be interfered." The color is like stating the facts, saying: "It You can no longer do whatever you want, everything is developing in a super-controllable direction."

"Jiang has no activity." I sighed in my heart, "It is the virus that is active, the color."

"Sure enough, the differences always lie in Jiang and the virus, but for me, it is impossible to distinguish the differences." Xie Se said, "It has eroded you too deeply. Sure enough, from the time you were still alive, Is this erosion already too deep?"

I know that I can’t persuade sex, just like she can’t persuade me. Our goals are so clear and the same, but thinking from different angles has led us to the opposite side. Even so, she is still one of the people I love. Everything I did, for her and others. Conversely, I also believe that everything she did was to liberate me and others.

"Sorry, even if you treat Jiang and the virus equally, how can you be sure that your script is not part of its script?" I just asked.

"If you ask questions like this, it's endless." Xie Se said, "I'm sorry, Achuan, this time, Dorothy and I will not go wrong again. You will be liberated, and everyone will be liberated. These are. Days, it's hard work."

I wanted to say something more, but suddenly I realized that there is no need to say anything anymore. My thoughts and thoughts have actually been conveyed to their hearts before my death, and they have been watching me. And my existence at this time, in their hearts, also has their own judgment. They no longer need my crutches, and they can already walk. Therefore, even if I am not there, they will try to defeat the "virus".

My only concern is, if they fail again, can they swallow the bitter fruit of that failure? Unlike me who has been wandering in failure, fear and despair, I don’t know much about their actual situation. Whether they have accumulated enough strength will not be mentioned for the time being, even if they have reached the point of inhumanity, their hearts, and Is it possible to always be as strong as they show?

The battle will eventually come to an end, and it may be you who will lose, then. Can they accept failure?

I applaud their fighting will, but I still can't help but feel worried.

"Serious..." I just read her name like this and watched her leave. The color is gone. The human form has changed back to its original form again, just like a doll. My condition at this time is not good, the color is not there, or in other words, I can't take the opportunity to attack. It's a little bit of luck.

I don't want to fight with kinks at all, nor do I want to fight with Dorothy and the other self.

However, I also understand that that day is inevitable, even if not now.

If you think about it this way, the pain and sorrow at the moment is far from the end, such a tragic choice. It will definitely not be the last time. So, I have to cheer up. It would be great if the tears can shed, but this is just a luxury, isn't it?

I looked at the girl in my arms, her skin has receded from the inhuman skin, the distorted shape has also been restored, and her black holed eyes. Regained the eyeballs. She looks so weak and petite, but full of beautiful possibilities. She is like the treasure that remains after this gathering place has been cruelly burned. All the beautiful essence is gathered in her body.

At this time, I felt that my choice was correct--but this kind of right joy may be just a perceptual illusion.

Actually. Whether it is correct or not is not something I can prove at this time. But at least, the girl now makes me think she can live.

How many people outside the chapel survive? I don't have much hope, the voice in my heart tells myself that this gathering place has been completely destroyed. This girl is the only survivor, or in other words, the legend of the gathering place, the last salvation left.

Because of her survival, I feel redeemed, and I feel that I am not a complete failure.

Ask yourself, I have tried to make more people alive, and I have made many attempts. However, from the bottom of my heart, do I really think that everyone can survive? Perhaps this question is also the reason for my choice. Even if there is only one person, or just a girl, as long as one can survive, it is an extremely painful victory for me.

I can't save everyone, but I saved at least one—a child.

I still don’t know what this child is called, why she appeared here, and she herself has such a meaning for the nightmare of the deepest night. However, I think it must be meaningful, and everything I have done before has failed and succeeded. In the end, most of my efforts were burned, but it must not be in vain.

Looking up, the whole chapel is intertwined with flesh and blood, and it is extremely ugly, just like a huge organ, constantly squirming. No, is this the result of the sacrifice ceremony? Or is it just part of it? What is the final body of this organ? I don't know all of these, but if this is only a part of the whole sacrifice, the rest of the steps must be completed on the altar on the top of the mountain.

In such an ugly and disgusting environment, the only normal girl seems so precious. If possible, I would like to accompany her until I am sure that she is completely safe. However, I have more things to do, things that I have to do even if I let her go for the time being. If I don't do those things, maybe it will make this girl's situation more dangerous.

The time I can exist in a nightmare is not certain. Maybe sometime, I will wake up. If I wake up, then the battlefield will shift to the reality after waking up, and that reality must be the continuation of this nightmare-the influence of the deepest night, the mysterious organization of all parties in the deepest night The action is not separate from the situation on the peninsula. On the contrary, the situation that is about to happen on the peninsula is further developed based on the result of this nightmare.

In this nightmare, I saved the girl, and in the world after waking up, there is Dr. Ruan Li waiting for me.

I have never forgotten that before entering the nightmare of the deepest night, I took the "paradise" prepared by Dr. Ruan Li. In other words, any activities I have in the nightmare are OK. Taken as a "paradise" effect. Although it doesn't look much different from entering a nightmare in the past, it should still be different.

I sent her to the humanoid system, stared at her, and said, "I gave her to you, can you?"

I don't think. The humanoid system will also attack this girl. This is my judgment. If there is evidence, there is no actual evidence, but my understanding of color. Judgment of the role played by the humanoid system. I made a choice, so in the end I lost a lot, but I saved one because of it.

A beauty, a possibility. A symbol. This girl may be like the kind of decoration in the game that can only be watched and has no effect, but of course the meaning of "child" cannot be summarized by the meaning of "decoration". I don't know what role the girl has, what role it will play, and I don't know anything about it at this time, and I don't intend to go into it. She is still alive, which is the reward I got after doing my best.

"Yes, don't worry. Dear hunter." The humanoid system took the girl.

The girl unexpectedly didn't make a lot of noise, just stared at me quietly. Does she understand what she is experiencing? Does she know the cause and effect? Has she thought about her future? Or is she exhausted just by surviving? I couldn't see any answer from her innocent gaze, there was a blank space, as if I was going to compose it by myself.

My heart suddenly surged with courage to suppress the pain and sorrow that has been permeating my heart. I don't know what I can do, I can't even be sure. If you act according to your own ideas, what will eventually lead to. In this nightmare, in the mystery generated on this peninsula, there is an "unpredictable deviation" caused by the resolute action of the torchlight.

But. If you don't do anything, just be so confused, sad, and painful, it won't help. My plan hasn't changed, or say. Has been on the right track with this incident.

This is a very cruel fact. My plan is to be the beneficiary of this pain, madness, despair and grief.

I don't want to be pretentious and say something like "Such a result is meaningless".

It must be meaningful. I said so to myself.

As long as I return or, my actions must be meaningful.

Similarly, as long as the girl is still alive, the place where she once gathered, and the efforts I have made for the place, it must be meaningful.

"I'll take the victory." I and the girl looked at each other for a second or two, rubbed her head, without hesitation, mentioned the serrated knife and shield, and walked towards the door covered in flesh and blood.

The door is closed tightly, completely preventing outsiders from entering and insiders from going out. Flesh clings to the material and fills all the gaps. Those flesh and blood are still squirming and multiplying, as if to engulf the entire door. However, as I approached, the flesh and blood were torn apart, and the door creaked and opened on its own.

When I stepped outside, the wind of madness and despair made my windbreaker hunt and the collar stood up. I kept walking forward and never looked back. I took off the beak mask halfway, thinking that the responsibility and the story written when wearing this beak mask has come to an end.

If this is a story--

The last hunter tried to bring hope to everyone, but fell into a conspiracy to destroy the last shelter. Almost everyone went crazy, died, and became a sacrifice, but the hunter made it at the end A choice. This choice allowed a girl to survive. This is a sad ending, but it still preserves a trace of possibility and beauty.

In the beginning, hunters turned desperate lunatics into believers in order to allow them to survive, but in the end they destroyed them with their own hands~IndoMTL.com~ If it can be done, of course, I hope everyone will survive. Then, if you gradually reform, you may be able to return the desperate people back to normal. However, this is not a comedy story. At the end of the sorrow, if you have to make a choice, it is great that the one who survives in the end is not a group of desperate lunatics. The hunter thought so from the bottom of his heart.

At the end of the night, the last shelter was destroyed, and everyone, except for one girl, became a sacrifice.

The hunter has come to his end.

But my ending is not here.

"Goodbye, old Hawke." I bid farewell to souls who don't know if they exist.

I threw the mask into the wind, and in a moment I was blown behind me by the wind of despair and madness, swirling, not knowing where I disappeared.

Now, standing in this land of disaster is a genuine four-level magicweave messenger with no restrictions, and his name is Gaochuan. (To be continued.

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