Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1537: Black Tsunami

The squirming flesh and blood did not respond to any of my questions. Although there is a mouth on the right palm, that mouth will only imitate me to speak, or make an unexplained and rhythmic sound, which sometimes makes people feel that it is really talking. I am expressing my own meaning, but sometimes it will only make people feel that it is just a physiological pronunciation similar to the sound made when I am hungry. I scratched my itchy face, and a large piece of flesh came loose. The abnormal flesh was still beating in my hand. I fell aside, and the wound began to have a completely different itching, and soon there was one. This kind of regained the original feeling, and when I touched it again, the wound there had disappeared.

My body, in this kind of constant erosion and constant repair, has become more adaptable to this harsh peninsula environment. As the fierce battle between the two monsters in the distance became more accumulated, the erosion that accompanied the impact became more serious, but this degree of increase did not seem to exceed my ability to adapt as a Level 4 magicweave messenger.

The alienation of the surface of the body and the alienation that accompanies the breathing deep into the internal organs are all going on at the same time. Sometimes I feel that my internal organs suddenly have other consciousness, grow tentacles, and become another kind of body independent of this body. However, when it was still a child, it was strangled in the cradle by another force like immunity, and its corpse was re-adjusted to become normal internal organs, and the function of internal organs is here. In the process of change, it has been strengthened a little bit.

I feel that my breathing is stronger and my heartbeat is stronger. Although it is always accompanied by discomfort from the inside out, I can’t perform all of my body’s capacity normally. However, under the same standard, the current The body must be stronger than before, and it is still getting stronger.

I made a new respirator with the fourth-level magic pattern, which was inlaid on the existing mask. Even so, the closer I wriggled to the flesh and blood in front of me. Those odors still permeate in everywhere, even if they deliberately create fragrances to neutralize them, they did not reduce the odors, on the contrary. Even the scent seems to have become part of the odor. The only comfort that makes me feel that the odor that pervades the surroundings is finally not so pure. After the different odors are mixed in, the air in my mouth and nose becomes more and more. It looks muddy. But it is still stronger than the extreme and pure smell before, at least psychologically.

I have once again walked into the range of ten meters from this monster. The smell here is so strong that even the strong wind can't completely blow it away. The purple-black color is like mist and dust. Any bit of light can be found. Those little beetles looked like beetles, tumbling particles. It is said to be "particles", but it is only a description of a form that can be seen by oneself, in fact. I am not sure whether it is a "particle" at the material level or just a visual phenomenon. In front of them, they flutter and roll, but in the chain judgment, they do not exist.

Fr Edward has already taken out too many strange handwriting. The mysteries I have seen from him are almost all unfamiliar, novel, and unexpected. Even if you understand it from the beginning. "Mystery" originally means "anything can happen", but it is about the commonality of human cognition and the things in the doomsday illusion. Including "mystery" also has a macroscopic impact. Therefore, in most cases, it is "not strange". What really makes mystery experts feel new is actually rare.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of demons, even if they are designed only through imagination. If you only rely on one person's strength, not everyone can persevere. In other words, almost no one would really do this kind of thing, let alone make 999 kinds of demons become things that can actually be observed, touched, and have real bodies. I have never been able to understand how Father Edward completed the nine-nine-nine disguise. From the intelligence point of view, this kind of power does not seem to be innately possessed by him, nor is it developed further by relying on the ready-made "mystery" of magic lines. of.

Fr. Edward's power is like something built from nothing, designed and constructed by himself, but this situation is very contradictory to my perception of the mystery in the doomsday illusion.

Only in the closed world environment of the doomsday illusion, the concept of "mystery" tends to "infinite unknown". Because of the infinite, it is also elusive. It is impossible to grasp its context and principles, wherever there are traces. Both can also be regarded as a superficial illusion. All the most essential things are hidden deep in the conceptually inaccessible depths, making science impossible to establish in essence. For science, "logic" is the foundation of its establishment, and "existence is material, everything has traces to follow, and it can finally be proved from the mathematics level. When mathematics comes to an end, philosophy will be followed, and It is mutually corroborated with purely ideological philosophy." Such cognition is also the foundation of modern science. Then, when all "logic" can only be regarded as "surface" and "false", according to the method of scientific thinking, it is impossible to recognize the "mystery", nor to explore and study in the true sense. mystery".

So, instead of relying on scientific thinking research methods, what does Father Edward rely on to accomplish ninety-nine disguise? I can't understand it at all, whose thinking angle is also deeply dependent on logic.

Maybe, excluding the condescending hospital reality, and only from the perspective of "human beings in the doomsday illusion", Father Edward's own existence is closer to the source of the "mystery" than I am. If there must be an explanation, then I too I can only think so.

However, even if Father Edward is a true, "mysterious" beloved genius, his talent is not comparable to that of an ordinary man like me. However, just from the current situation, I still feel that I have a higher chance of winning.

Because the powerful Father Edward is gradually changing from a "cooperator of many people" to a "lonely lonely man". But as the "withdrawn lone traveler", I am being needed by more people as the situation changes.

"As long as plural people exist in the same environment, the social mechanism will work." I walked towards the creeping flesh and blood, and said to it: "Father Edward, when you are a human being, when you think of yourself as a human , You need to recognize, face and observe the operating mechanism of society, but even if you become a monster and no longer treat yourself as a human being, you also have to face the operating mechanism of human society. The only difference is that before You are one of them. You can move with the trend, but now you seem to have been excluded, and you have to face all the pressure it brings. I am fighting with you here. I am alone, but Do you really think it’s me alone?"

"Look at what you are now, look at the two monsters in the distance... Maybe you think that everything is still in your plan at this time, but you really think. This is just yours Plan? Do you really think that other people’s plans are just part of your plan? You can really think without pressure that you can still make adjustments to your own plans according to others’ plans to compensate for the deviations. Are there any mistakes or omissions? I have always believed that the closer you are to the result, the less you can change. If you have to take a hundred steps to reach the goal, then the most important choice is not the first ninety steps. It lies in the last. Ten steps." I stayed five steps away from the creeping flesh and blood. This is the distance that the right-handed monster can grasp as long as it stretches out. "Let me see what else you can do that is surprising, Edwards. Father, because you have no more than ten steps left."

The creeping flesh and blood, the flesh-and-blood inorganic matter, the constantly changing shape of the monster possessing these three descriptions of Father Edward's demonic disguise, is finally in my gaze. Further changes began. I don't think I should stop this kind of change, and further down, I don't think I can stop this kind of change. Because of the visible behavior. Maybe it's just an illusion, the real change, on a level that I can't observe.

It began to autophagy.

The right-handed monster’s mouth was attached to its constantly squirming body, biting and swallowing bit by bit, from the intestines connected to the right hand. You can see bursts of bulging, making people feel that something swallowed by the mouth is being transported back into the squirming flesh and blood. It bites and swallows so fast, the previous breath, this mouth is only the size of a palm, but the next breath is already larger than a normal human head, and then it becomes able to swallow half of its body, just like a snake swallowing an elephant. The same, the mouth opened wider and wider, far beyond the proportion of the right hand, grunt, swallow the whole body in it.

So, the thing that looks like an intestine, one end is connected to the right hand, and the other end is bitten by the mouth of the right hand, and it becomes a weird thing.

What's the use of this? I really can't understand it, but this kind of behavior, this kind of form, seems to have some metaphysical meaning.

Then, this weird one, I don't know if it is not the existence of the gray mist demon, and gradually turned into a grayish white, stone-like hard thing. At first I couldn't understand it, but soon I confirmed that all the maliciousness and offensiveness from this thing has disappeared. More precisely, it seems that what is in front of you has become a dead thing.

I was a little surprised. I cut it off with a long knife, but as soon as the blade touched it, the gray-white stone-like thing was easily shattered. It looked like it had been weathered for a long time and turned into a pile of sand and collapsed.

Moved? This is my first thought. I don't think this is a manifestation of Father Edward's death. Since it is not death, it can only be regarded as a transfer.

The next thought is: Where did you move to?

The answer to this question may not be so difficult to guess. I looked at Gayako and Saya in Sitianyuan who were fighting fiercely in the distance. If Father Edward wants to move to some place, he can only go there.

What I said before, after all, still failed to provoke this terrible guy? I am still mentally prepared for the current situation. How effective the previous remarks can be, I cannot have the best expectations. Father Edward is not an ignorant person, and I am not talking about unique truths. With the unknown ability in a nine-nine-nine disguise, it was necessary to prepare psychologically from the beginning that "Father Edward has a thousand ways to escape, and I can't do anything." It is one of the easiest ways to allow Father Edward to take observable aggressive behaviors and counter-attack me.

However, no matter what I said or did, it didn't seem to be able to mobilize its actions in the way I envisioned.

It’s a pity, you guys, that I can only do this for you. Although I don’t know how long those people in cyberball want me to pester Father Edward, they didn’t give an exact standard. I just started from my own feelings and felt that what I did did not reach myself. The desired degree. But this is the fact. Even without the sudden change of Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan, I would not be able to do better.

The Heihe in the distance has completely boiled, and it is impossible for any ship to travel on this roaring Heihe. The huge waves it set off, some even more than 100 meters, completely shielded the sun outside the peninsula, its heavy posture, it seems that hitting any piece of land ~IndoMTL.com~ will cause terrible damage. Whether it is a natural creation or an artificial building, even if it is hidden deep underground, it will suffer devastating effects. These black waters were manipulated by Sitianyuan Kaya coconuts, rushing to the banks of the peninsula in one breath, flying into the air, and rushing toward the Saya super aggregates, as well as every piece of land, buildings and forests eroded by Saya's alienated flesh and blood.

It is not the sea that surrounds the peninsula, but the scene in front of you can still only be described as "black tsunami".

I jumped up to the treetops, and continued to leap high into the sky with the help of the elasticity of the branches, and used the fourth-level magic pattern to transform my coat into a hang gliding wing. I hovered in the air in the violent wind. Giant trees and buildings swallowed all the colors on the surface, turning them into black vortexes.

The only sound left in my ears is the wave surging, tearing, and destroying everything. Because of the erosion of alienated flesh and blood, the huge masses connected to each other were also submerged by black water one by one. The Black Water is so huge that even if it floods the entire peninsula, it still fails to dry up the entire Heihe River. The Saya hyper-aggregate was standing in the black water, fighting against the turbulent Sitianin Kayako. All the sounds it made were completely extinguished by the surging of the Heihe River. It was so brave, yet it made people feel that it was exhausted. (To be continued.)

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