Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1577: Life and death

The will that exists in the wreckage of Siten-in Kayako can no longer confirm whether it is not Siten-in Kayako. ←, the failure to integrate into Youjiang for the first time has caused this strange existence to lose a lot of things, and it seems that it can no longer be transformed into a human form. Both the physical body and the inner part of the consciousness are hollowed out. . The appearance of the tentacle monster is like a true portrayal of its existing nature. Even so, it still has the will to implement the original plan, or in other words, I think this is a kind of obsession.

However, even if Sitianin Kayako becomes such a wreck, the danger of its consciousness is no less than when it is intact. I perceive the darkness in this piece of consciousness, perceive the invisible and shapeless things that exist in this darkness, and feel inexplicably horrible from the bottom of my heart. I can’t understand what’s in the dark, and I don’t understand what it means to appear like this. The only thing I know is that it began to expose its minions to me, right after I entered and opened my mouth, in an indescribable way. , Eroding my spirit. As a half-hearted conscious walker, this is the most sinister weird I have encountered after entering the state of consciousness.

"Come on, let us make up for the mistakes of the past, and we will merge as one." Such words, as if my own thoughts, echoed in this conscious world. This is not a sound in the conventional sense. Even if I cover my ears, a similar meaning naturally arises in my mind. The reason why I don’t think this is my own thought is just because I don’t think I think so. That's it.

"The plan has entered the enforcement phase." The voice in the darkness resurfaced. I think this statement is a bit interesting. It's like the cyber ball or the 51st zone, or some other behind-the-scenes planner. In the initial prediction, the situation at this time and the way to deal with it have already been prepared. Maybe the Prophet Mayne can really predict this scene. I don’t deny this possibility, but on the contrary, I never intend to follow the other party’s ideas even if the other party may predict this situation. The term "enforcement" is used only if it is prepared in advance.

The thing in the dark began to change. Although I can't see it, the movement of this change is very strong in perception, but it is impossible to discern what kind of change it is. I just know it has changed. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I could no longer walk away from consciousness. There is a power to turn this darkness into a cage. Then it came out, the invisible, invisible thing. It's like the crawling of a snake, like the flow of water, like a bunch of insects bustling, like a cell that multiplies quickly and endlessly, just like this out of the deep darkness.

I still can't see it, but I've got goose bumps. In the dark, I also cannot confirm my own image, because the darkness conceals everything, and I only have the concept of "self". However, when the "it" in the dark gushes out, I can instead see that my body is becoming visible, becoming image, as if the background color is too dark, and the faint light-colored outline Set off the same.

I am a "human form", there is no doubt about it, but there are no specific details about the body, hands and feet, when "it" in the dark pounces on it. I felt like I was bitten. The right hand of the human figure as "I" is missing a piece, and this part is where "it" bites.

I couldn't react at all, although I could feel that the thing was "pounced" and even "bitten" it. But the actual situation cannot be observed, nor can it be determined where he was attacked before he bites.

Horrible, terrifying. Such emotions seemed to gush out from the gap in the human form, and I couldn't get rid of it anyway. I started to move, but the quick sweep had no effect. I can see myself in the image of "human form" waving my arms vigorously, stepping open my feet, and running towards the darkness where I don't know what direction it is. I don't feel flustered, but the movements of the "humanoid" are flustered. I want to use my rationality and calmness to suppress the spontaneous fear and restore my human body to normal. However, this idea seems to be isolated. I can only watch the humanoid myself stumble and avoid its second attack in the dark.

I don’t know how long it took, but the chase time should be short. "It" in the dark runs faster than this humanoid body. No, about the action of "It", it cannot be said to be running, because "it" is not a human shape, and it has no feet. It just rushes up and slides. Coming, winding, and driving me to a corner, saying it was a corner, but I couldn't actually see the barrier. There was still an endless darkness all around, just a feeling of coming to an end.

The "it" in the dark rushed up again. It was obviously me, but was not controlled by my thoughts, and fell into fear and panic. The immobile human body was thrown down like this, and the shoulder was missing. The big piece was like being torn off abruptly, followed by a large piece of empty space on the feet, left hand, and abdomen. The gnawing of "it" was rapid, cruel, and chaotic, leaving no room for it, and there was no slack. While I was still trying to struggle and fight back, it completely dismembered me. As if I was in the void of the universe, there was only one head left.

Similarly, I am not dead. Although it is terrifying, the huge sense of despair makes people almost faint, but I am still awake, soberly feeling how I was dismembered and how I was bitten. The invisible "it" in the dark stared at my only remaining head. This time, I lost other parts of the human form, but felt that I could completely control my body. Although only the head was left, I could control my own body. Mouth, eyes, ears, nose, breath. I can't feel my heart beating, nor can I feel the pain on my nerves, but I can feel something hot like magma flowing out of my surviving neck, and then from my eyes and ears. And flowing out of the nose.

This is "bleeding". I understand this subconsciously, but I still can't see clearly what the blood looks like and what color it is.

I can feel that the invisible "it" in the dark opens its mouth again, and I can imagine a huge mouth with fangs and sharp teeth. This imagination even makes me feel that the whole of this "it" The image is just such a devilish mouth.

Before "it" bit down, I faintly heard the crow's cry. I imagined quarks, and I thought it was quarks. I feel that quark finally appeared in this state of mind at the very moment of its death. I am sure that quark is already here. I am not surprised why quark appears, but I think it is long overdue. It should be said that it is too late, I am not sure, what will happen if I am eaten up, but. I think I need to know.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at the image of the crow so abstract, like the image of the bird was fragmented and pieced together in a completely incorrect way. If I knew it would be a quark, otherwise, it would be true. It was impossible to recognize the image of a bird in the first place.

The quark did not bite the invisible "it" in the dark, but stuck its head straight on my head, probably because the pain of being bitten by the invisible "it" in the dark was too great, and thus Covered the pain of being quark. Quark pecked at my left eye and pulled it out. Swallowed into the stomach in one bite. Although it was just an eyeball, I felt that my whole person, all the will, was torn out with this eyeball and swallowed into my stomach by quarks. The remaining sensation ushered in the end of the head that lost the left eye. The "it" in the dark was bitten off and eaten, so my feelings about the head disappeared.

I still exist. But it has become a crow. I still have the cognition of "self", but beyond this, there is no other cognition, because

I am Quark.

Or to say. I became a quark.

I followed that eyeball into the interior of the quark, flying with such an abstract image of a crow, flapping wings. "It" in the dark ignored it, it seemed to have left after eating my human form. I felt that the invisible and shapeless thing in the darkness was shrinking to a deeper depth like a ebbing tide. But if you take a closer look, you don't think it's "returning to the depths", but "going to a certain place". It just happens that that place is located in the depths of darkness.

I waved my wings and flew towards the dark depths in the direction I sensed. Because, I only have one choice. In addition to this, neither can leave this world of consciousness, and stay in place has no effect. I have no time to take care of my physical body. I want to know whether the place where "it" in the dark goes is the consciousness of Youjiang. I feel that although the material remains of Sitianyuan Kaya coconuts are separated from the Youjiang River, they still maintain a certain connection on the ideological level.

The battle for the material state has been lost. No, it should be said that the facts have proved that you can't defeat the ultimate weapon in that way. On the battlefield of ideology, even though Sitianyuan Kayako had already failed once, when this dark "it" tried to make a comeback, I felt that this was the last hope of defeating Youjiang.

So, I pursued, felt it in a way that was similar to instinct, and deepened in this endless darkness.

I don't know how long I have been flying in the dark until I feel that "it" in the dark has crossed a boundary and completely disappeared from perception. This sense of disappearance is so sudden and strong, like a sudden flash of light in the dark, although it is fleeting, it is already enough to illuminate the direction. I flew in that direction, and the darkness was still darkness along the way. The boundary that "it" crossed had no actual image, until at a certain moment, I suddenly realized that I had also crossed this boundary.

When this consciousness is produced, the darkness quickly fades, decomposes, and falls into ashes in my observations.

The darkness recedes, just like the curtain is opened, the new scene greets the eyes of a sea of ​​flowers, a sea of ​​white flowers, and a white Claudia.

Countless white Claudia separated the sky and the earth and spread to the end of the horizon. However, the ground where White Claudia took root is not soil, but corpses, and these corpses are also Has spread to the end of the horizon. Wherever there is white Claudia, there are corpses. The corpses are covered with white flowers, and the flower stems are red, as if they are drawing the flesh and blood from the corpses, and they are stained red by their blood, but there is no evil feeling. , On the contrary, it is clear and translucent, like a ruby.

The face and outline of the corpse can distinguish between men and women, but there is also no obvious personal characteristics. Whether male or female, it seems to be molded from the same mold. The corpse was pierced by the white Claudia's rhizome and extracted, but the corpse's expression was not painful, as if they just fell asleep peacefully. I think they will always be corpses, and there will be no more day to wake up.

White Claudia’s world is desperate and full of "dead" worlds. It is to make human beings hurt others, but there is no suffering world. Full of the breath of the end of the world, but with a strange peace.

However, although this doomsday scene gave me a very strong sense of sight~IndoMTL.com~, it also made me realize that this is not the doomsday that I guessed. In other words, this shouldn't be the sight I would see at all, and it is closer to Dr. Ruan Li's perception of the end. Only in the cognition of Dr. Ruan Li of this repeater, the white Claudia will occupy such a weight, or in other words, the doomsday will be mainly reflected in the "white Claudia".

Immediately afterwards, I realized that Dr. Ruan Li, who had been "dead", was here, and this was the battlefield where she was.

I was flying in the sky, looking down at the plains of dead bodies and white Claudia. I searched for Youjiang, "It" in the dark, and Dr. Ruan Li. I guess that “it” may be indistinguishable, intangible and invisible in the darkness, but in this world full of light and color, “it” will reveal a concrete image of.

The wind blows, endless white flowers are swaying, and the petals are torn down by the wind and rolled up. There is a thought for me to follow the direction of the wind curling flowers. So I followed this intuition.

Then, an incomparably huge white Claudia that I had never seen before, and the outline of this white flower sea out of sync with it, came into my eyes like a spot in this white world. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit the mobile phone website