Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1620: 10 final weapons

The iceberg is filled with flesh and blood, and under the gloomy sky, it adds a weird taste. When the flesh and blood mud was eroding hard in the iceberg, this sea area suddenly fell silent. The New Titanic is also silent. In the silence, it seems to be slowly approaching the iceberg with the ocean current. It is silent in a corner of Gaochuan. When the distance between the big ship and the iceberg is only one thousand meters, it is tied with a spider web on the ship. The intention was to use the mystery of the spider web itself to stop the course of the big ship. However, just as expected, the greater proactive force tore the spider web. On Gao Chuan's retinal screen, it is impossible to observe where this precursor force comes from, but the data constantly shows that the spider silk is broken in layers, which can only reduce the forward speed of the big ship, but cannot completely stop it.

It's just a consolation to try this way. Gao Chuan knows very well that since the situation has been slipping in the worst direction he expected, no matter whether he does this kind of recovery, he will not be able to change the fate of the big ship hitting the iceberg-to be more precise, although he cannot stop the big ship, The people on the ship seemed unable to stop it, but if there was still a little hope, it was still there. The possibility lies in the flesh and blood of the Nazi soldiers' self-sacrifice.

Although from the perspective of this possibility, the Nazis, who were originally destined enemies, have become their own hope. It seems a bit ironic, but even if it is ironic, you must not miss this. possibility. Gao Chuan waited calmly and silently, watching, thinking, and exploring. In mysterious events, often no one can predict whether the change of things will bring oneself a blessing or a curse, a doomed danger, or other possibilities lurking. Before that possibility becomes a fact, even if you see the possibility, it is difficult to make this possibility into reality through conscious action, but only theoretically, to increase the value of the possibility.

Whether the possibility is one in a thousand or ninety-nine percent, if it cannot be turned into a fact, it is purely an illusion of data. However, even if it is an illusion, before it is truly confirmed as an illusion, at least it can make people see hope and make people want to struggle. This is the charm of the process before the result is reached.

Perhaps for patients with doomsday syndrome, the outcome is 100% destined. However, as a person, you cannot directly confirm this 100% future result. The meaning of the word "possibility" is unfortunate for people. Fortunately in. As long as you raise the despair you are facing to the realm of philosophy, then madness will rush to your face from the process of reaching the result.

I don’t want to admit defeat, I don’t want to admit that the tragedy is 100%, I want to base ourselves on the present and change the future-no matter Gao Chuan, many people he knows, they all face this crazy and desperate world with such a mood . When struggle is the only thing you can do before reaching the tragic result, then struggle. If you think that "possibility" exists, then think and practice, no matter how stupid, useless, or lunatic in the eyes of others.

"Come on, come on..." Gao Chuan gritted his teeth. In front of him, the distance of the fleshy mud deep into the iceberg is no longer identifiable by the naked eye, and the chain judgment cannot give a “flesh mud distance”. The exact value of "Iceberg Center", but that strong and restless feeling has grown from every part of the prosthetic body, every cell of the original flesh and blood, it pierces Gaochuan’s internal organs with a needle-like malice. Follow the nerves into the brain. It made him feel frightened, desperate, and felt that heavy destiny hangs above his head like the sword of Damocles, and then he seemed to see death. He knew that this was an illusion, but even the brain hardware could not contain this illusion.

I'm going to die... No, Gao Chuan tried hard to think, twisting that powerful instinct, and said to himself: The possibility that I will die here is only 99%, no, it is a thousand One hundred and ninety-nine per cent, ninety-nine ninety-nine per ten thousandth, one hundred billionth... But the possibility still exists.

Standing here, sitting on this spider, isn't it just to seek the possibilities one by one, and then connect these possibilities to change and save something?

This strong intuition, how many times has helped myself, how many times has helped myself, it is so sharp and accurate, but if intuition is born to verify the result of that inevitable tragedy, then— —

"Disappear here." Gao Chuan's emotions are like tides, flooding the brain hardware, flooding the brain, flooding the prosthetic body and flesh and blood, and the bridge of consciousness has appeared around the body for some time, passing through this narrowness. The cockpit penetrates the hard steel skin of the spider, crosses the stormy sea, and drills into the tortuous passage dug by the fleshy mud in the iceberg. It is still going deep and unimpeded beyond the front of the fleshy mud. , Rushing towards the position that cannot be observed, but can feel the center.

The next moment, Gao Chuan "sees" it, her knees curled up in the ice, like a sleeping female body. ****'S body, long black hair that is so deep as to **** all the light, draped like a waterfall on the white skin, if it is beautiful, it is in front of you, but when you feel this beauty , An even bigger fear that makes people's heart stop beating washed away the touch of beauty. Even if the posture of the female body makes it difficult to see the whole picture, it is enough to make reason be swallowed by the fearful sensibility.

They are women.

Ten in total.

The patterns of swash numbers are imprinted on their faces: from one to ten.

Their silhouette gives Gao Chuan a strong sense of sight, as if he has already died once, and standing here, no matter what, when facing them, he is just repeating the death past. .

Even if they didn't see them clearly, Gao Chuan could know from the deepest horror what these ten female bodies were in front of them—they didn't have names, but they had a common name: Ultimate Weapon.

The Doomsday Shinrikyo Sect is one of the ultimate secret weapons most well known by mystery experts. Humanoid monsters, revelers, judges and enforcers of doomsday truths, terrifying creations inherited from the ruins of the ruling bureau. This is the final weapon, and it is also called the final weapon of decisive battle by mystery experts.

The prediction made before this voyage was correct. The Doomsday Truth Church dispatched the final weapon, as if it were trying to wipe out certain possibilities in advance. They are no longer illusions of theoretical values, nor are they monsters in the rumors, but they are here.

Gao Chuan felt that the parts of his body were trembling. This fear was definitely not caused by the final weapons he had faced in the past. A kind of cognition directly pierced his consciousness. The thirteen final weapons that seemed to be similar were absolutely different from the final weapons that he had seen in the past.

It once killed itself. No, to be precise, he killed "Gao Chuan"-and, not an ordinary Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan seemed to see an illusion, seeing the death scene that he did not personally experience:

……

"There are ten true rivers..." The young Gao Chuan sighed and waved a knife-like critical weapon.

At the same time, ten "Zhen Jiang" raised their arms at the same speed. It's unbelievable, they are in sync with him in a fast-sweeping state.

The next moment, their arms turned into ten spear posts, and before the knife-shaped critical weapon reached the end, before the young Gaochuan had time to avoid it, they crossed his body.

Arms, thighs, abdomen, heart, neck, eyes...

It's like the puppet's wire is broken, and the limbs leave.

It's not just the young Gao Chuan, but Gao Chuan, who seems to be in the nightmare, also feels this extremely strong sense of end.

I don't feel the pain anymore, my mind seems to be cut off at this moment, and the last picture seen by the last eye is a beam of light that seems to penetrate the sky and fly to the dark sun.

……

The body Gao Chuan muttered to himself: "On November 17, 1998, Mageweave Envoy Gao Chuan died."

Is it the end of another doomsday illusion born by myself?

Is this hallucination here to prove that fate is just a tragedy followed by a tragedy reincarnation?

Gao Chuan suddenly laughed.

Grinning grimly.

"Ten true rivers?" He muttered to himself, as if he was confirming, firm, making himself crazy thinking, "If you want to come and kill me, come!"

Come on! come! come! come!

"In the past, I died yesterday, and today I am born today." Gao Chuan felt that his body, whether it was a prosthetic body or a flesh and blood part, had begun to burn. In the retinal screen, the limit efficiency of the brain hardware, which is constantly approaching but never seems to be reached, seems to be melted, becoming extremely blurred, and the value can no longer be seen. The scarlet warning pop-ups filled the field of vision one after another, and they couldn't keep up with deletion. As if there was a cracking sound somewhere in the soul, the data pipeline connecting the prosthetic body and the spider proliferated rapidly, becoming as dense as nerves, filling this narrow cockpit. The blue arc-like streamer caused by the high-energy phenomenon fills every corner of Wen Spider along the nerves of these data lines.

I don’t know what mechanism was punished. Gao Chuan ignored it. He only knew that no matter what hidden means, whether it was cognizable or unrecognizable, he would be squeezed. Use it all—right here, right now.

A total of thirty-six needles were formed from the inner wall of the cockpit, ejected, stuck on the prosthesis, and injected a blue-violet liquid.

Then seventy-two needles were created again, popped out, stuck in the flesh and blood, and injected a dark purple liquid.

A more scorching sensation penetrates the body and enters the soul. Gao Chuan only feels that his body and soul are about to melt. He instinctively knew what the medicine he was injecting was the "paradise" of Doomsday Shinrikyo. No, it was not the original product of Doomsday Shinrikyo, but it should have been transformed by Omi.

"Very good, very good..." Gao Chuan raised his eyes, and the illusion-like scene connected by the bridge of consciousness seemed to fall into reality, overlapping with the towering iceberg seen by the naked eye Being together makes him confused whether he is dreaming or awake, what is reality and what is hallucination.

"That's it, that's it." Gao Chuan's left eye turned dark red, and his right eye turned emerald green. "Don't keep it, just go. Charge me up!"

On the retina screen, the numerical value of the operation efficiency of the brain hardware that has become blurred, at this moment, it becomes clear again: 120%, 150%, 100% Of two hundred...

Gao Chuan exhaled, hot white air vented from the corner of his mouth. He took another breath, and the white gas slid back into his mouth like a snake.

At this time, flesh and blood mud finally came to the ten final weapons with clear numbers and appearances exactly the same as "Zhenjiang". They touched one of them, and the final weapon remained motionless, so they touched more, and eventually the weapon remained motionless, so they would slam their whole body on it. However, at this time, the weapon seemed to be slow in the end, but in fact it opened its eyes before the flesh and blood mud pounced on it.

The deep black eyes are like black holes, devouring the physical "light" and the sight of others-if at this time, there are people other than Gao Chuan who can look at this one If you have eyes, you can't get rid of it.

The flesh and blood mud is dead~IndoMTL.com~ It seems very powerful, but also has a great possibility. The flesh and blood mud that makes people feel that it may be able to compete with the final weapon, it just died.

There was no attack, no signs of struggling, and no signs of death. The fleshy mud just quietly, suddenly, stopped all movement, turned into fly ash, and changed from fly ash to no trace. , As if never appeared before. Only Gao Chuan can feel it so strongly. This is because, to maintain the internal movement of the fleshy mud itself, the interaction between the smallest particles has stopped. Therefore, it is dead and decomposed into the smallest. The particles are completely out of the observable range.

"Forced to stop exercising?" Even if Gao Chuan is burning, he can still feel the strong fear and absurdity: "It is such an absurd ability?"

It's almost like telling myself directly that these ten "Zhenjiang"-like final weapons are their most direct natural enemies.

"Hehe, I'm so scared." Gao Chuan said in a low voice, suddenly pushing his consciousness.

The spider flew straight towards the huge iceberg. (To be continued.)