Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1409: Reunion

The gathering place is covered with a thick layer of ashes. On the road, on the roof, on the trees, the ashes still burning with sparks seem to ignite it. However, if it does not burn completely, some flames will be blown by the wind. The ashes rolled up are destroyed, rekindled again, and so on. There are weird everywhere, and some of the weird corpses have not yet been completely turned into ashes. Fierce battles start in the shadows, but they are rarely exposed to the range that can be directly watched. In today's gathering places, there are very few things that can be called "people". The crazy hunter hunts crazy weirdness, but it is no longer out of duty, or showing off his strength, etc., but only driven by a crazy and desperate mood. Even if their bodies have not been alienated, their hearts can already be regarded as indistinguishable from weirdness.

I walked openly on such a street, and there were constantly collapsing buildings around, revealing weird figures, and then there was a sharp whistling sound. Sometimes it is weird being knocked into the air, sometimes it is the crazy hunter being knocked into the air, but the former has more chances. In the observation of chain determination, the number of crazy hunters is far less than that of weird, however, the strength gap on the individual is also very obvious. However, they only have each other in their eyes, and only I am isolated. Even if they fall in front of me, their eyes never stop with me.

They got up and roared at other enemies. This strange scene made me suddenly realize that I had become a bystander. It is useless to intervene in the battle, and there is no way to restore them to normal. The gathering place will self-destruct in such a frenzy. It is already an indisputable fact-no, besides me, the only thing that is intact is the chapel.

However, although the exterior of the chapel has not changed or burned, it seems that all the battles are far away from where it is under the control of an invisible hand, but the alienation inside the chapel is under my nose. occurring.

The two people in the chapel cannot be strictly defined as "human beings." The human form is part of the color center. And the details of the girl, so far have not been able to figure out.

I'm the only one left. Although I don't want to think so, but there is a voice deep in my heart saying it.

I have no nostalgia for this gathering place. Because all my fetters here have disappeared so far. The sacrificial ritual destroyed what I wanted to protect, but I couldn't think of hatred at all. I just feel extremely painful and sad. Not only feel sad for this helpless self, but also feel sad for the others who must lead this sacrifice ritual.

Maybe, they don’t feel sad, but they feel that all plans are in accordance with their own thoughts, so even if there is sacrifice, but for a great mission, or to pursue the truth, so. Even if it caused such a terrible scene, even if it was a last resort, it was something that must be done.

Yes, I think that among those people, there are also people who don’t feel that their actions are "just", but at least they will think that this is something "you must do and bear." I have no position to blame them. In the past, when someone said, "It's not my fault, it's the world's fault", they always felt that the other person was shirking responsibility. It is a kind of expression of immature and fragile heart, but when I look at the doomsday illusion, the choices made by the people in it promote the process of the doomsday in helplessness, and I deeply feel it. "Everything is the world's fault" is such a correct, sad, and terrible answer.

If people make mistakes, they may still have a chance to correct them. However, if the "world" makes mistakes, people will not even have the chance to correct them, and they can only bear the bitter consequences that they do not want and should not bear.

When ridiculing others' thinking that "everything is the world's fault", it must be a vision of "do not want the world to be wrong".

But here, that kind of vision doesn't exist.

There are no heroes.

There is no justice.

There is no person to save, and the person to be saved is not completely saved.

Whether it is a person who wants to save something or a person who wants to destroy something, it is like the "unforgivable sin" in religious science.

Everything is collapsing in an orderly manner, and people themselves also exist in this collapsed sequence.

Pain, nothing but pain.

Despair, nothing but despair.

All hope and happiness will eventually become despair and pain.

I don’t know how long I can last, but I believe that no one can last longer. The deepest night is just another sequence of apocalyptic processes.

My plan is still going on, and many people’s plans are also going on, but of course these plans can’t be correct. What I bet is that my plan is more correct, more thorough, and can bring a brighter future. I believe that if people who set up plans one after another with a heart of salvation, they will have the same mood and thoughts as me.

Then we collide, kill, love each other, and then hurt each other. Only when a certain person finally reaches the end of the plan can he know whether he is wrong or right.

Unbelievable, what a sad fate this is, but thinking about such a fate, but with the same degree of good memories pouring into my heart, I can muster great courage to go to it that has been so bad that it cannot be bad. The future moves forward.

I walked out of the gathering place, and the gathering place was behind. Suddenly, a huge flame erupted at a certain point. Then, the flame spread to a wider area until it covered the entire gathering place. The current gathering place, when viewed from a distance, was exactly the same as the illusion-like gathering place where the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult set traps.

At the moment when the ceremony started, before the gathering place started to burn, something like ghosts, like a pilgrimage procession, gushed out of the mountains and forests, gathered on the mountain road, and meandered toward the top of the mountain. And now, they still exist. This team can't see the head at a glance. When I approached them, they didn't care about my arrival at all, as if I was just an insignificant background to them.

They wore black robes and even covered their appearance, so although they felt "probably a human form", there was no way to confirm what was under the black robes. Almost each of them is over two meters tall, standing in front of me, like giants one after another. They chanted inexplicable passages. In fact, there was no sound, only the wind whistling in the mountains and forests, other than that, all the sounds of nature. The sound of life has disappeared without a trace. Perhaps it was because of this silence that I heard their chanting in a daze, it was like a kind of auditory hallucination.

I waved the sawtooth knife and smashed one of them. Its shape dissipated along with the black robe. But it didn't arouse any reaction from the companions, and then the guys behind followed suit and filled the position of the dissipator. If I just cross-cut and block the road to the top of the mountain, will their movement be blocked? I have thought about it, but it makes no sense to do so. There are so many of them that it is impossible to confirm the number at all, and then they are blocked. Will it interrupt the sacrifice ceremony?

The sacrifice ceremony is also a useful part of my plan.

My plan has reached this point. I have lost too many things and lost things that can be protected. I have tried my best. Now there is no reason to stop the ceremony.

I followed the team and marched towards the top of the mountain.

Passing by the tomb of Gaochuan halfway up the mountain, I saw more people, a number I had never seen before. It can be felt only from the breath, they are all powerful and organized mysterious experts. They stood silently in the cemetery one by one, neither paying homage to the dead, nor digging the grave. Just standing there, watching the long queue of ghosts. Then, I looked at each other with some of them. Their presence seemed to tell me that this is where I should go.

I follow what I think. Walk towards them.

Most people here are people who don’t know, but there are also people who know, such as people from the Internet ball, people from the torch light, and the number of mysterious organizations that form here is only a small part of the total number of people, more The ones are strangers, I guess, at least half of them are from District 51.

They didn't have any unexpected expressions about my arrival, let alone paying attention, as if I was just an insignificant little guy. However, maybe they really just think so - a mere four-level magicweave messenger, in the face of such a scale of mystery, in the coming larger scale of mystery, is just a faint existence.

"Where are the people of the Doomsday Shinrikyo?" I walked to the contact person and asked, the person standing next to her, and the acquaintance Anna of Torchlight. Because what I did was tantamount to betrayal and caused huge casualties to the team at one time, most people would not give me a good look.

Before I did something like that, I had realized it. Rather, it was an accident that there were still people in the team who could talk to.

"I don't know, we tried to encircle them, but they can hide more than we thought. In fact, they are so powerful that they don't need to hide at all." The connector replied calmly, and then asked: "You still Okay? As I said, you shouldn't be involved in things here. The huge organizational power gathered here cannot be interfered with by a fourth-level magic pattern. Are you still so stubborn?"

"Yes, even if I go back in time, I will still do it." I have indeed been bruised and bruised, whether it’s my sorrow or my heart. However, in contrast to the deep despair brought about by the "virus", the blow suffered at this time It's nothing. After all, I have always faced despair, and I have endured more horror than the connector thinks. These secrets, not everyone can understand and appreciate.

"Really stubborn..." The connector sighed, "But it also makes people feel scared. You really survived. With this level of strength as your opponent, you still survived. Yours Inside, tsk tsk, like a monster."

I shrugged.

"It's a lot to us." Anna interjected on the side: "Our deviation, but we are not the enemy, so it is not surprising that there will be any miracles. Speaking of which, when I first joined the Torchlight, I valued this One point, the real miracle is that deviations occur under absolutely impossible circumstances, and deviations bring more possibilities."

"A miracle?" I said calmly: "Everything in front of me is far from a miracle. The footsteps of the doomsday have been approaching, methodically."

Anna took a deep breath, looked even more tired than the joint person, and said a little arrogantly: "There is no way, although it is a deviation, but if the opponent can tolerate even the nature of the deviation, we are like It’s like a little bug."

I know exactly what everyone is talking about. Although there have been conflicts on specific matters, as a camp, the goal of each action is not only for one or two mysterious events, but for the terrible future of "doomsday". There are attempts to dissolve the "doomsday" step by step by solving mysterious events, and of course there is the practice of guiding the mysterious time to interfere with the "doomsday" from a detailed level. If the harm of a mysterious event expands, it can delay the arrival of the doomsday, or solve the doomsday, and the cyberball will definitely not be the mother-in-law.

Mystery organizations have never been synonymous with benevolence and justice. The thoughts and actions of mystery experts have always been cruel under the pressure of the environment~IndoMTL.com~The problem is that no matter how you deal with the mysterious event-or make it happen No matter whether it is resolved or interfered-it has not changed the slightest bit of the "doomsday" from the situation. This can be clearly felt by any mysterious organization with a prophet.

Perhaps, what they are doing in the 51st District, even if they cooperate with Doomsday Shinrikyo, is partly out of "want to see what kind of impact they can make", so they ignore it with an attitude of "taking into account the overall situation". Don't pay attention. However, judging from the emotions of the joint person and Anna, the result of such a bystander is also a very failure.

As I said, the doomsday process is not rushed and methodical, and without the resolution or expansion of one or two mysterious events, it will speed up or slow down. This kind of methodicality, like the implementation of a certain fixed procedure, makes people feel pressure multiplied. Because this means that all the intervention methods so far are useless.

"It was destroyed in the end. Although I thought of using this place as a shelter for survivors at the beginning, it turned out to be a grave for everyone." Anna stared at the fire in the gathering place at the foot of the mountain. Murmured.

"No, a child was rescued. It's a girl." Seeing Anna's face, I felt that it was necessary to let her know about it. (To be continued.)