Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2053: The last silver bullet

Tomie’s sense of existence is always close to my back, but her sense of weight is significantly disappearing. I flashed Billy's silver bullet, and when the bullet deviated from my perspective, the feeling of being hit by something reappeared. In the observation of the linkage determination, the outline of the silver bullet suddenly appeared behind me. I did not observe the movement of the bullet, as if it appeared out of thin air, part of its movement mode is no longer within the processing range of the linkage determination. Inside, and there is a taste that is not the concept of "speed"-of course, even in the battles I have experienced in the past, such bullets are not surprising. I have also seen many mysterious forces that are not restricted by the concept of speed, even beyond the concept of vibration, and cannot be explained by superstring theory and quantum theory.

It's just that this level of mysterious power appears on Billy, which is indeed a bit emotional. Compared with Billy in the past doomsday illusion, Billy now has a completely reborn feeling in terms of ability and experience.

Even so, I still can't stop me from killing him. His silver bullets have indeed broken away from the suppression of quick sweep superpower and chain judgment, but he himself is always in a slow and almost static state in such a high-speed movement battle. Billy's own state and the effects of his abilities are not synchronized. Of course, it is also possible that this was a trap he deliberately set down, and even the words that he said after successfully escaping from an attack by me before could also be a kind of language trap. But if he thinks that this will make me cast a rat, he would be wrong.

In the battles I've gone through, people have never been able to kill me. And as long as I can't kill me, all counterattacks against me will eventually become my nourishment.

I dodge to the side, avoiding the silver bullet fired from the back, and saw with my own eyes that after penetrating where I was before, it disappeared into the air again without warning, in my mind. There was a lot of speculation, reasoning and imagination to try to judge what kind of situation the flashing and jumping of this silver bullet was, but before drawing a conclusion, Fu Jiang’s sense of weight had completely disappeared. And at this moment, I felt a huge thrust coming from my back, like being pushed by someone.

I drove at a faster speed. After the last three meters, the silver bullet appeared slower. Its trajectory was straight and monotonous. If it were just like this, it would be impossible to pose any threat to me.

The file seems to have felt something with her keen combat intuition, and she has already taken a pose to lean towards Billy. If she can move faster, maybe she can really use her magic pattern to create a piece of " The protective layer of "stationary" can block my attack by Billy. However, as long as their movement has not broken away from the concept of speed, in front of my quick sweep, "faster" will never stand on their side.

Before the file completed the first step, I came to Billy and drew a dagger to his heart. This blow was blocked by the silver bullet that flashed again. When the dagger collided with the bullet head, I could feel the huge reaction force transmitted to my wrist, making me almost unable to grasp the dagger. The kinetic energy carried by this silver bullet has far exceeded the kinetic energy of the bullet under normal shooting, and when I tried to grasp the dagger with greater force, the kinetic energy was still increasing, and the huge increase in force was faster than the speed at which I applied force. Faster.

I let go of the dagger. Even if I didn’t take the initiative to let go, the huge increase in kinetic energy would cause the bullet to directly interrupt the dagger, and even fracture my wrist. Its increase made me feel the upper limit. If things get to that point, they will appear passive instead.

The silver bullet that lost its confrontation shot straight at me, as if it was going to penetrate my heart. However, I already had a general idea of ​​its movement-this silver bullet would never flash out of thin air. In my chest or brain, it directly crushed my heart and brain. In the previous performance, when it appeared, the closest distance to the target was 30 cm, although I don’t know whether this distance will increase due to some factors. It shrinks greatly, but as long as it can't directly reach the inside of the target, it still needs a short trajectory-even if it is only one millimeter, and only takes one second-it is impossible to really cause me harm.

The silver bullet did show signs of getting out of speed control, but it didn't actually do it, and this was the biggest flaw. If Billy showed this flaw deliberately and made me think that the silver bullet was like this, and then launched a lore, then he really looked down on me. What is his way of controlling this silver bullet? An idea? A piece of thinking? An established procedure that is out of its own thinking? Or the tracking ability of the bullet itself? It doesn't matter, as long as I want to, I can even use thought and light as a reference, and then surpass the speed of light and the speed of thought.

The reason why I didn’t take the initiative to reach such a high-speed was only because I was concerned about the deeper and more terrifying consequences of hiding behind this seemingly costless high-speed, but this fear was not enough to make me reject it completely. Kind of high speed.

Indeed, File and Billy blocked my attack and showed their power as a mystery expert. I must also admit that they are outstanding both in terms of experience and ability. However, compared with the monsters I face every day, they still belong to the category of human beings, restricted by the limitations of human beings, and only show the power of being human.

Being strong is not enough.

In my battles, in the enemies I face, in the infinite and terrifying unknown, they are not unique. The defense they built with the will, flesh and blood, and life of desperate survival was far from strong enough.

I pulled out alloy threads that are as slender as spider silk, but tougher than steel. Of course I don’t know what the specific material of these threads is, just like I was not sure about my arm armor before using it. There is a blade, and there is a dagger hidden in my cuff. This kind of equipment is not within my confirmation range, but as long as I intend to use it, it will always be there, like a dream.

As the silver bullet is approaching my heart, I have thrown the alloy wire out, and the cut air presents a misty wound in the slow world, and I know this is by no means a natural phenomenon. Before the bullet touched my skin, the alloy silk thread had entangled Billy's neck, chest and limbs. In the next moment, when the bullet was only zero point zero zero ten millimeters away from my skin, I had already moved back-my speed completely surpassed the silver bullet, and the distance between us opened again. One centimeter, and the alloy wire pulled by me cut Billy's body at the same time.

I think at this moment, if you calculate from the observation angle of File and Billy, your retreat speed must surpass the speed of light.

The silk thread completely penetrated Billy's body and retracted in the direction where I was. The silver bullet suddenly exploded with kinetic energy dozens of times more than before, even if this force did not work out, it could make me feel it clearly. Because of this explosion, the connection between Billy and the silver bullet became obvious at any time before, as if Billy's life was injected into the bullet along this connection.

To describe it, I just feel that the silver bullet at this moment is just "the last bullet shot by all lives." Billy was dead, and this intuition was so strong that one would never doubt it.

For the first time, I felt a fatal crisis hit. The silver bullet before was only part of the trajectory out of the concept of speed. Now, my instinct is issuing a strong warning, this "Billy’s last bullet" "Because of Billy's death, I will completely break away from the concept of speed. Maybe at some point, it will appear directly in my heart and brain. I can’t contain a terrible thought. This thought is trying to show a concrete picture in my crazy divergent thinking. I naturally know that this picture is about this "last silver bullet". The impression of "I will be penetrated by this bullet" is an omen and a secret attack method.

The silver bullet is changing from an exact entity to a certain conscious existence. At this moment, I suddenly remembered. Obviously encountered the same before, and it shouldn't be forgotten, but I really didn't think of it-it was the conscious interference that made Billy escape from my first assault. This time, this conscious interference also existed when I launched the second attack, which made me ignore the existence of the interference itself.

Billy obviously did not use this power of consciousness to further protect himself, but chose a more extreme method to complete the increase of the silver bullet.

The mystery possessed by the silver bullet, from this moment alone, is no longer under the speedy superpower.

Because of this, Billy's death is even more certain. Because of this, the silver bullet has indeed exceeded the range that I can defend and dodge. What I can do is try to prevent the idea of ​​the silver bullet in my mind from becoming clearer, and I also realize that I can’t help but think about it, I can’t eliminate the impression it brings, and what I can’t control. In thinking movement, the appearance of this silver bullet is almost inevitable.

I can't stop the imagination, I can't stop the crazy thinking, I can't stop the fatal picture in my mind. I saw it, I felt it, the outline and texture of the silver bullet, as if I had been looking at it, became more detailed and clear. I know it will run through my heart, and I can't stop myself from recognizing the result.

An extremely strong and irresistible inevitability is building a bridge between the silver bullet in my mind and my physical heart.

The next moment, I walked into consciousness, trying to meet the silver bullet head-on in this way. The world around me was plunged into an endless darkness, only my perception of my existence and the silver bullet that was floating in the darkness and bursting with only light. The head of the silver bullet has been aimed at me, and I can even see the straight trajectory. No matter how I move myself, it is always connected to my heart position. Walking with this level of consciousness obviously couldn't get rid of the lock of this silver bullet.

I will continue to dive and dive deeper, until I completely escape the range of consciousness that the silver bullet can interfere, or enter the human collective subconscious, using that extremely chaotic environment to hide my own existence. Interfering with the lock of the silver bullet.

However, this is not something that can be done casually. I am not the kind of innate consciousness walker that appeared in this doomsday illusion. I don't have this ability. All the consciousness walks I have done in the past have used the power of "Jiang". However, this time, I lost my deep feeling of this power. Although I successfully entered the world of consciousness, it seemed that I couldn't go deeper. An invisible sense of isolation keeps me in this infinite darkness. Even if past experience tells me that I must "fall", right below me is the abyss, and falling into the abyss is the process by which I enter a deeper subconscious mind, and I can't really do it.

I didn't feel that I was "falling", which is the best proof.

Furthermore, this is the first time I have been in the darkness of this consciousness without feeling of falling.

——Do you still underestimate Billy? This guy...

Billy's self-sacrificing performance reminded me of Jung, who gave up his life easily earlier. Although there are many differences in the behavior of the two, they are very similar in the nature of the behavior.

I have not become a hero~IndoMTL.com~ and I have the consciousness of being a villain in the eyes of others, but this is the first time I have such a strong feeling, even if I decide to use a Las Vegas repeater to hit The 51-zone repeater, which caused billions of people to die or sleep due to the impact of consciousness, did not feel that way. This feeling is neither good nor bad, but it is so strong that it makes my heart, brain, and even soul seem to convulse.

This extremely strong feeling, like a shackle, makes my mind and body unable to move. It is obvious that I will be hit by the silver bullet. There is no emotion of fear and resistance, and the survival instinct has become dull and slow. Indifferent, the nerves are no longer sensitive. A willing sensibility is breaking through the defense of rationality. This can be regarded as a fatal blow to see through the flaws. I am driven by sensibility. What cannot be resisted is this strong sensibility, my rational defense. In front of this strong sensibility, it is almost zero.

Are you going to die? I couldn't help but have such thoughts.

Just like I killed Billy in the past, this time is a causal cycle. Will Billy be killed?

　　

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