Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1494: Speeding Consciousness Walk Three

I am the only mystery expert in the field who can be faster than Alienating Youjiang in real-time, and I am also a mystery expert who recovers faster than others in the walking of consciousness.

I tried my best to prevent Alihua Youjiang from getting out of the attack range, and tried my best to make her pay more attention to my offensive than others, and tried my best to prevent her from attacking other people. I don't have the slightest idea of ​​directly relying on my own strength to defeat the alienated Youjiang. I know exactly what kind of monster I am facing. My task is to delay time so that the trump cards of the mysterious organizations of all parties can make up the time for launching. Maybe these trump cards will affect me in the end, but I also believe that Alien Youjiang has not yet shown full strength, and she At the same time, her negligence also means that she expects and has the power to fight against the mysterious organizations of all parties.

In my vision, the conflict between Alien Youjiang and the mysterious organizations of all parties is in a state of dynamic checks and balances, and I must act as the final balance disruptor. Acting as a vanguard at this time is also a cover for the ultimate balance disruptor.

I'm not sure if my thoughts have been seen through by others, but when facing a powerful enemy like Alien Youjiang, even if I figure out my abacus, it is difficult to be sure that it can be destroyed. At first, I was in a dangerous situation and still sat and watched the changes of the Moon God and Alien Youjiang. It was because of the anticipation that the Alien Youjiang in front of me had enough power to let the mysterious organizations of all parties have no time to take care of them after they showed their trump cards. .

My personal experience has been enough to let me know how dangerous it is to maintain this kind of predictive balance. But until now, I can still be sure that after taking such a big risk, I finally let the situation remain in my plan.

Every second passing by means that I am getting closer to the final result. I have tried my best to execute my plan. If it is still shattered by others, I have nothing to regret.

Because, I have never been a genius. Not a shrewd person, but just the level of an excellent high school student in a school. Exclude the power of being a mysterious expert. My wit is nothing more. I never overestimate myself, nor underestimate others. I never expect things that happen by chance. I just hope that good luck will be on my side.

I use my entire life to fight, precisely because this is the kind of fight that I had to do.

I don’t think that the power that my entire life has turned into is the strongest power in the entire world, because. This is not a world where everything revolves around me, nor is it all contradictions and disputes. They are all scripts centered on me.

I am not the protagonist. It can also be said that no human being is the protagonist at all.

As described in that poem: People condemn flying insects like a revolving lantern. Therefore, flying insects are the protagonists of the drama.

Flying insects are "Jiang", "Virus", the chief culprit leading to the spread of Doomsday Syndrome, and the actual source of infection in the hospital. It is the doomsday in the doomsday illusion, any inhuman existence I can see.

Therefore, we are fighting against this alienation Youjiang. It is the protagonist of the battle on the peninsula in this scene.

In the orthodox and refreshing adventure story, the person who opposes the protagonist has no good end, but not every adventure story is not so refreshing, right. I hope that the story I am watching, in which I am not the protagonist, is strange enough, unexpected enough, and literary enough.

I wield a spear. For the moment, the enemy who is absolutely impossible to win will rush forward and then rush forward. I feel like I am in a masterpiece handed down from the world. The one carrying a spear and riding an old horse. The ridiculous and weird knight who charged the windmill.

I scream in my heart, I am walking in the expansion of consciousness, I am looking for thinking that makes me courageous in the flashing thoughts, and digging out all the negative emotions that I can face despair. Passionate.

Yes, I have to cheer myself up, because even if I feel that I am not good enough and hopeless only once, then I really can’t cheer myself up again. Therefore, it doesn't matter if you just use solidified thinking, laugh at narcissism, use unknown self-hypnosis, and use these various methods that others see as self-deception to deceive yourself.

"Because, I have long admitted that I am just a patient." I was so and so, staring at the figure that had done countless dodges and counterattacks within a thousandth of a second, staring at the staggered touches, Different shades of red. In the fast-moving world, the red eroded, resisted, surging back and forth, and ever-changing red, is like my soul, my blood, my spirit, my consciousness, my delusion, and my life.

The body and will of Alien Youjiang are so hard, whether in the material state or in the state of consciousness, even if hit by the sharp blade in my hand, there will be any damage, even if a momentary mistake is made. Will not let this mistake happen again. Ninety-nine percent of my battles are useless, but the only few repulses from the start of the war to the present are the source of my continued fighting spirit.

I have to act as the most fierce offensive, the most timely shield, because, besides me, no one here can do it-this kind of thinking is also the motivation for me not to stop in the mud.

Novsky seems to intend to use the characteristics of the different space to contain the alienated Youjiang, but from my point of view, his actions are also futile. The "newtype" of Alien Youjiang is too adaptable to mysterious phenomena. However, although it can't really contain Alien Youjiang, it makes the trajectory of the bullet start to move in a strange way in my observations.

If you can't influence the enemy, just cooperate with your own people--isn't Novsky thinking like this now? I guess like this, but the firearms and weapons prepared for the s mechanism correspond to the mystery of Alienating Youjiang at this time, but they are too weak, even if they are hit, they probably won't have a direct killing effect.

That’s how I feel. Everyone except myself is doing more useless work—is that really the case? It is of course impossible in theory. No one here will really do useless work. Complete uselessness means death. I know very well that this is just a maintenance of one's own fighting mentality.

Because, if you don't think so. I can’t do my best. If you don't believe that you are the strongest one in the field and don't carry the strongest one, you must protect the belief of the weaker. They can't break through themselves and accelerate to a realm that the enemy can't predict.

No one can save himself. So, it's up to you to save someone. No one can be stronger than yourself at this moment, so you must be the strong one and become the hardest wall at the forefront. This is "Gaochuan".

Whether it is arrogance or helplessness, as of now, silence can only be used.

The fragments disappeared in an instant before my eyes. It reappeared in an instant. In the observation of the linkage determination, the movement was presented because of the mystery of dimensionality reduction, which produced changes completely different from usual. The huge information brought by these drastic changes impacted my mind and made me feel My load has been added up again and again, and every time it has accumulated, I feel that I am standing on the edge of the cliff, as if I will be like an over-inflated balloon next moment. However, it is such a spirit, a fighting spirit. Let me always stand on this edge without really falling.

The sniper bullet passed by my side. My movement, the movement of Alien Youjiang, and Novsky’s movement, are interfering with the bullet’s route all the time, but the result of the interference is The sight in front of me, perseveringly pointed directly at Alien Youjiang-which part is it? Hands and feet? body? heart? Neck? Or the head?

My instinct tells me. It is the left eye of Alienated Youjiang!

Yes, Alien Youjiang’s left eye is like her scarf. Full of obvious peculiarities, even to some extent. It is more conspicuous than the red scarf that is showing off. Every time her consciousness walks, it makes people feel that it is activated with that left eye as the core. What is the actual situation? No one knows whether this eye is a trap or not. Therefore, it is necessary to try.

My attack also targeted this left eye, but from the attitude of alienating Youjiang's defensive counterattack, I can't feel the importance of this left eye to her. However, whether deliberately or unintentionally, Alien Youjiang's left eye has never been hit. It is indeed an indisputable fact.

Can this bullet make merit? I don't know, but I must try.

I treat all my attacks as a cover for this bullet. Novsky probably has the same idea. That’s why I let this not-so-surprising bullet take the "moment" as In the journey of timing, I have come to this moment.

As soon as the bullet passed by, I actively used consciousness walking on Alien Youjiang for the first time.

I stared into her eyes, as I had done in the past, imagining myself walking into the depths of her eyes and pushing open the door of the soul hidden there. After pushing a door open, there is another door. The heavy door is so strong and heavy, there is no extra thing at all during the period, and each heavy door seems to be close to each other, without any gap.

How many doors have I opened in the conscious world where time can't be estimated? I don't know it myself, it was originally counting, but because of an invisible force, it caused a trance. I don't find it weird, because this trance is so familiar, I take the initiative to walk in consciousness, but it does not mean that Alien Youjiang is a passive defender.

She is attacking. When I walked into her consciousness, it also meant that I had left my position and presented myself completely in front of her. For Alien Youjiang, who is good at walking with consciousness, it is the best chance to hit his opponent directly. However, if she has such an idea, it is just what I want. This time, I just used myself as bait, and there is nothing better than the enemy's full attention on me.

How will Alien Youjiang be presented to me? When this idea emerged, it began to split rapidly, and all kinds of unstoppable conjectures were like seeds. These seeds germinate and grow to form a specific and subtle body, and one after another alienated Youjiang is presented in this conscious world.

They are the various possible ways of alienating Youjiang that I have envisioned, but they are not just something as simple as "my imagination". Before I imagined the specific outline, they had already completed it by themselves, just as I opened the beginning of a story, and Alihua Youjiang then wrote the specific content and ending.

Standing in front of me, these alienated Youjiang are indeed the manifestations of alienated Youjiang itself.

Dozens? hundreds of? Thousands? Uncountable, my thoughts are still beating and splitting uncontrollably, and more of her will be presented here.

I only saw that my up and down, left and right, in all directions, are all alienated Youjiang one after another. I suddenly remembered Jiang Chuan, who used to follow me, the artificial humanoid weapon that the Mercenary Association failed to imitate the final weapon. When her mysterious "intrinsic barrier-self-cage" was launched, it showed a type of scene, when her enemy Seeing her coming out one by one, the pressure I felt was just as I felt at this time.

I also thought of Zuo Chuan and her "six avatars". If she is on this battlefield, she can become a powerful combat force. However, Jiang Chuan is dead, and Zuo Chuan is also placed among the Whispers, and together with several other women whose minds have been eroded by Jiang, they act as the guardians of Sakiya and Hakjing. Now that four billion people are turned into black water by Sitianin’s kaya coconuts, I am worried, but because of this, I feel that when everyone outside of the peninsula is in dire straits, at least the whisperers have bigger ones than others. Probability of survival.

I also remembered other mystery experts in the team that I encountered when investigating in Paris before entering the peninsula, such as Ryder and Kyoko who were in charge of monitoring regional affairs, and before entering Las Vegas, When the team assembled, they encountered two mysterious experts who seemed to have the background of the Central Duchy, as well as Dallas, the initiator of the seminar and the provider of the venue.

Yes~IndoMTL.com~ There are too many people who seem to have their own stories, but they seem to be in a very distant place in the memory, just like "a story from a long time ago" . My memory... seems to be going through the washing of countless times, and it is becoming pale and thin. The things that were originally impressive all sank into the deep sea of ​​memory without knowing it.

Thinking of it at this time, it makes me feel scared. Because, I think it's like some kind of force is trying to pull out the things at the bottom of the pressure box, and then destroy them one by one.

The more the alienation of Youjiang increases, the more things I think of, and the stronger the feeling of the memory being opened. The seemingly endless alienation in all directions Youjiang did nothing, but it made me feel that her attack had already begun. This is not a common attack pattern in the past, and my conscious walking cannot present this attack in a more specific and visible form. I know that this time my consciousness walk must end here, and I must return to my own world.

The enemy is not in front of you, and the alienation of Youjiang in front of you is increasing, but it does not mean that this is where she puts the greatest strength.

The fast-sweeping invisible high-speed passage took shape in this ideological world, passing the alienated Youjiang at the shortest distance, I plunged into it, and swiftly ran towards the path. (To be continued.)