Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1986: The Last Brigade Two

In a certain area of ​​the ruling bureau, the corpses of the Nazi soldiers are like drowned ant colonies. The remains of the security guards are stacked into towers. The dense pipelines are like the nervous system of creatures, running through every one of them here. corner. The **** smell has long been replaced by an even stranger smell, and blood stains, blood stains, and pools of blood that have not dried up are producing a light blue discharge phenomenon. Dozens of figures wearing power armor galloped from the edge of the structure building hundreds of meters high. Behind them, the gray-black liquid chased as if they had consciousness. At the same time, gray mist is also being produced, and after the gray mist reaches a certain concentration, many weird figures are born from it.

A few hundred meters away from the dozens of people, on the other side of the suspended platform and the huge pipe with an inner diameter of at least ten meters, from time to time there are human-like shapes that can be seen from the vague outline. It was definitely not a human figure shaking. They sprint, some are as light as ghosts, and some are like cannonballs to destroy everything that obstructs them, including the structure that should be extremely hard. In these fierce and reckless sprints, they are like fragile glass. Same.

In addition to these faintly visible teams, there are more things that do not reveal their figure, but can make each team here intuitively feel its existence. It may be a new Nazi soldier, a new security guard, a new gray mist demon, it may also be a wizard of Doomsday Shinrikyo, or even more unimaginable, weird things that do not know their position and mode of thinking.

The fighting in this area is extremely complicated, and it's not just two or three parties that are fighting. People wearing power armors are very sure that, except for these companions around them, everything else, whether in human form or not, is all enemies, and the other party must also treat other existences other than themselves in this way.

There is no specific reason for the battle here, and there is no objective in this area that all parties must seize. Just because they had a face-to-face encounter, they were about to kill each other. The people and horses appearing in other areas here are all things that don't pay attention to human nature, and their essence is not human at all. They are various, and may have a little connection with each other, but they are by no means the same kind. There is no basis for any negotiation on this battlefield where there is no similar kind.

Kill the opponent, or be killed.

The power armor spewed out bright fireworks, making this pedestrian eye-catching. They used the sudden burst of impetus to jump over tens of meters of gully. Below them, the empty darkness did not know how much it extended downwards. One hundred meters, once you fall, you will be crushed. And they also knew very well that the jumps of their own and others were full of risks. The short period of staying in the air was enough for the enemy to launch an attack, and their own men and horses in the air were weaker in maneuverability than when they were down-to-earth.

Although I know it, there is no way. With the current mobility of the power armor, the route you are traveling is already a dead end. If you don't jump over this gully, you will be forced to stop. Once you slow down and hesitate, you will be torn to pieces by various enemies in pursuit. These dead ends are unpredictable. The mystery pervading the ruling bureau and the increasingly fierce wars are prompting changes in the topography of the ruling bureau every moment. The route they traveled was passable in the information obtained earlier, but for some reason, it was broken when they arrived.

Dozens of people scrambled to speed up and jump over the gully. The first to reach the opposite side failed to directly land on the straight and neat platforms and pipes. Instead, they had to rely on the ability of gloves and shoes to stick to the vertical multi-faceted columns. Physically. This column seems to be part of a super large structure, but now only the broken remains are left, inserted diagonally in densely packed pipes, relying on these same thick pipes to support the heavy body, its tilt The angle is over eighty degrees and it is almost vertical. The surface looks old in color, but it is extremely smooth. It is absolutely impossible to grasp any support points when you normally grasp it with your hands.

Even if you use gloves and shoes that can generate strong adsorption force, at the last moment, if you are not lucky enough to step on the places where the adsorption force cannot work, you will fall down in all likelihood, and you will not die. Will be severely injured, and there will be no possibility to escape from the enemy.

The enemies chasing this human team include but are not limited to "physical life", "abnormal security guards", "Nazi soldiers" and "gray fog demons". It is expected that the wizards of Doomsday Shinrikyo are here, It's just that they can't be dug out exactly. To defeat these things in a normal way of fighting is wishful thinking. A group of people who knew this were fighting and retreating. From the beginning of contact to the present, they have already killed one-third of their companions.

Of course, the current situation of the war with the corpses was not caused by this war with the horses. However, when they came here, they still added a few collections to this cemetery. From time to time, some people think that it would be great if they could really get rid of the tracker behind them. However, they understand better that this is just a delusion. Those who chase themselves and others are themselves the most vicious hounds or hunters.

More than two-thirds of the people have jumped over the gully, and the people in the front stopped temporarily to cover for those who were unable to leave behind. The guns and shells embedded with the S mechanism made a clanging sound, burrowed heavily into the boring, and in the next second they smashed through the surface of the building that was not a structural body, or the elementary life that just drilled out from that direction, Neither the Grey Mist Demon nor the Nazis can survive this level of force. This is an answer that has been tested in practice many times.

Stopping will face tremendous pressure. The last few jumps of this pedestrian used their lives to verify this sentence: They jumped out of the chasm with heavy breathing, looking down the cliff, and a bright beam of light suddenly passed from His body has been cut, and before the battle situation has turned around, his body has been cut in half. The blood spurted out like a high-pressure spout, but before it was contaminated with other things, it had begun to deteriorate, not only the color, but also the texture was completely changed.

Deteriorated blood was sprinkled on the structure, and a violent chemical reaction suddenly occurred, turning the structure material that should have been extremely strong into another soft thing, and solidified into an adult-like giant "egg". ". From past experience, these "eggs" are exactly the form of the larvae of the elementary life before they were born. However, even if they guessed it correctly, these people did not have the energy and time to destroy these things.

Immediately afterwards, several people jumped over, and one or two failed to step on the right footing, or the power armor was malfunctioning, and it was not enough to adapt to the mystery of this crisis, and in a blink of an eye there was nothing left. The next wailing sound echoed in the empty darkness. The survivors did not hesitate. The snipers who had been supporting others shot all the bullets in the barrel, and only then exchanged positions with their companions. The bullets fired by these people can effectively defeat the Nazi soldiers and the gray mist demons, and even the security guards of the same structural material, but there is no way to take the body of life, only to slightly delay the opponent's footsteps.

Even so, their hard work still allows them to maintain a certain number of companions. Those who can't survive can only be said to be "bad luck"-rather, they would rather those dead companions. It's not because you didn't do your best to die, but just because of bad luck.

"...The torchlight replied." A person running in the middle of the team suddenly said loudly in the encrypted communication channel: "They have completed the arrangement of the final node, and our entrusted task has been completed."

Hearing this sentence, many people were relieved. After temporarily losing contact with the Internet ball, they have been working with Torch Light. Torchlight is at least a large-scale mysterious organization that is no less than cyberball in terms of momentum and status. They are both members of NOG. Even if they cannot understand what they are doing, they must at least provide some support in action, unless there is a higher decision-making. The order of the layer is issued. The mutual cooperation within NOG started earlier, but the cruelty of the war suddenly cut off the connection between the various parties on the battlefield, even the light of the torch seems to be difficult to maintain and other NOG member organizations at all times. connection.

Since then, these people have been assisting the operation of Torchlight. Torchlight wants to create greater "deviations", and for this it requires more preparation. Their own personnel perform the most dangerous and core tasks, and the remaining trivial, useful but insignificant tasks are delegated to other people. Regarding this, they didn't complain. Although the danger was unavoidable if they had to go on a mission, there was no place for absolute safety in this world.

Even missions that seem to be the safest will always rise in danger due to the sudden increase in mystery. Perhaps because the movement of the torchlight was too intense, the enemy's reaction began to become intense. In the last few missions, the number of members of their team had dropped sharply by one-third.

Fortunately, the missions of lure enemies and storms are over, and the Torchlight has no more missions. They only need to escape the tracking of these enemies at the moment to catch a breath for a while.

"Are there any news from other people?" a companion asked. His helmet visor had been split in half, and blood was still leaking outwards, which made people a little worried about his injury. But when it comes to serious injuries, the power armor of other companions around looks even more miserable. In fact, there is almost no difference in the degree of injury for everyone here. Fortunately, as long as there is a short break, their own self-healing ability and some mysterious power can restore them to normal.

The problem is that although they have time to talk at this time, they don't have time to stop.

"We have continued to report, but we still haven't received any response." The companion on the other side said: "Sometimes I really feel like we are the only ones left."

He just talked casually, but it made the atmosphere in the team a little dull. Lost contact with other companions and allies for a long time, and performed life-and-death tasks alone in this vast area of ​​the ruling bureau. The tremendous pressure has caused many mental and spiritual problems with many companions, and then made mistakes in the rapid battle because of these problems. , Thus died.

What this companion said, he is not alone in thinking like this. Everyone can't help but feel that although they and others rely on the power of the repeater to avoid the strongest impact, they may already be one of the few survivors.

"What are we going to do next? Where are we going?" a companion broke the silence and asked. His confusion is also the confusion of many people in the team. Torchlight no longer needs them, but they still have to do something. This war does not allow anyone to fish in troubled waters. I have been waiting for people for so long, and it was only because I was forgotten in the end that I didn't have the opportunity to do more, which led to the defeat of the war-I couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

To be more precise, it is precisely because the current environment is so cruel, and besides small-scale frontal combat, there are no other good things for ourselves and others. Therefore, we look forward to a standing taller. In terms of position, the commander with a more superior vision gives them the command to let them know where their power should be waved in order to bring the dawn of victory to mankind.

Yes, they are exhausted and exhausted, but the reason why they are still fighting is only to "save mankind", the goal that was set from the beginning-they were originally to save Some people ~IndoMTL.com~ save others, save people in the world, and even save the world, only then have they received combat education and become a frontline combatant.

They know their incompetence and stupidity, and they also know how difficult the goal they want to achieve, but they can’t give up, so they long for someone to point them out a clear direction—the ultimate goal already exists, but , They can't see the ladder to the goal, they need the most correct ladder that can most rely on their feet to climb up.

They are called "Crusades" because they have such a big ambition and know their limits.

Yes, the Crusaders of Magical Girls originally meant "Crusades of Magical Girls". The most important thing is not the meaning of "Magic Girl" but the meaning of "Crusade". What they are doing is their own "Crusade Expedition".

Now, this expedition has gone too far, even though it is still on the battlefield. Although Torchlight is also part of NOG and has its own clear plan, their "deviations" make people doubt about their plan. The "Magic Girl Crusader" is an ally of Torchlight, not a subordinate. They have their own will and needs, and they are eager to return to the most correct battlefield.