Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1241: Altar

In my memory, there is no impression of the full picture of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. Although in the eyes of Dr. Ruan Li, I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital for further treatment three days ago, but for me, that time As if it never existed. ●⌒, the peninsula is very large, the scope of the mental hospital spans the border between the peninsula and the mainland, and the environment inside is quite complicated. From the map, at least three-fifths of the area is undeveloped natural mountain forest. There are no particularly high peaks in these places, but there are many mountain packs. It is said that there are cliffs up to ten meters high, and small rift valleys with only two meters at the narrowest point.

The humanoid "Department" said that this is the "hospital". According to past experience, this "hospital" is highly likely to correspond to the Peninsula Mental Hospital. It is not exactly the same. In nightmares, even if it corresponds to normal things, it will often be reflected in an unpleasant distortion. However, the topography and the general outline of the architectural pattern are basically similar.

However, the overall layout of the chapels, dwellings and cemeteries I see today is not too strong in my memory. It makes me feel that I have actually come to this place for the first time. My deepest impression of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital is the wooden house area that was detached not long ago, but it is obvious that this place now does not correspond to the wooden house area. On the other hand, if I can find a scene similar to the wooden house area in some other place, then it can be proved to some extent that this nightmare scene is based on the Peninsula Mental Hospital. Furthermore, the situation here can be linked to what is happening in the Peninsula Mental Hospital.

I have reason to believe that if this nightmare corresponds to the Peninsula Mental Hospital, then the people who appear here. It also corresponds to the people who moved to the mental hospital, and what happened in this nightmare will be directly fed back to them, interfering with their lives, behavior, and even life and death from their ideology.

I am not surprised by my conjecture, because Dr. Ruan Li has said it many times. The "paradise" being developed by the seminar. One of its effects is to allow people to interfere with the ideological influence of white Claudia. If I entered this nightmare precisely because I took the drugs from the seminar, and this drug did apply some of the research results of "Paradise", then it should be considered the current situation as the success of "Paradise". It's not an exaggeration.

In the Peninsula Mental Hospital. There should be more than me who have taken similar drugs, but these people are likely to be unable to cope with this nightmare and fall into many difficulties, which will lead to accelerated mental breakdown. As far as I have observed, the depression, weirdness, and the deepest night full of despair revealed in this nightmare made me even more sure if people took seminar drugs. Will enter this nightmare, then. In the end, what was shown before the seminar was definitely not a scene of success—patients taking the medicine would be more painful, more manic, and more vulnerable than before.

However, this drug was not a complete failure in terms of the original intention of the seminar to study "paradise", because. It does make people enter a state of consciousness, but only because this state of consciousness is too unfriendly to the patient.

If the people here really correspond to the state of patients in the Peninsula Mental Hospital, then. The deterioration and abnormal changes here, and the harm caused to the people here, will definitely produce a relatively real feedback.

I don’t think I can just ignore this situation. If I am not useless in this script, but in the plot I am in, I must assume a certain mission and responsibility—even though I don’t know what mission and responsibility will be, but I I am willing to believe that I am here to save.

Even if today’s salvation inevitably fails, or if it succeeds, it will become the cause of another tragedy in the near future. I cannot think that today’s salvation is meaningless and wrong— —I warned myself that after leaving the grave, I climbed from another fork to the top of the mountain bag.

This is a stone road that has been in disrepair for a long time. Most of the stone steps and platforms have been cracked and covered with weeds. In the gloomy weather, thick shadows seem to flow, the bushes on both sides, and the depths of the woods, from time to time, there are faint sounds. It is definitely not a human voice, nor is it a familiar mountain animal cry. . All this makes people feel depressed and terrified, but in my opinion, it is completely the same. No matter whether there will be real enemies or not, such distorted and dark divisions and exaggerated and grotesque scenes are impossible to make. My mood fluctuates slightly.

I used the same caution as I always did to unfold the greatly weakened interlocking judgment, observing the surrounding situation, and I felt indescribable. The information captured by the chained state at this time, and the way it is presented in my perception, is more in line with the term "talent". In the past apocalyptic illusions, the chain of judgments that showed stronger power along with the heavier load made me wonder from time to time whether it was just "talent" rather than "mystery".

Chain judgment is talent, and quick sweep is super power, both of which are the power brought by the transformation of magic veins. This cognition is formed from the doomsday illusion of the past. In the past, there were obvious differences in the distinction between talent and superpower, as well as the intensity of ability display. However, as the battle became more intense, the enemy's weirdness and mystery became more and more crazy. The difference between this kind of talent and superpower has been weakened to the point where it can almost be ignored. And I have long been used to it. Under normal circumstances, I don't distinguish between the two.

Thinking about it now, maybe it is a strong proof that I have been "eroded".

In the past apocalyptic illusion, the meaning of "talent" is "the limit of human ability", and the meaning of "superpower" is "exceeding the limit of human ability". Crossing this boundary, the blurring of talent and superpower can be regarded as the transformation of "human" to "non-human"?

Now, the imprint left by the old Hawke on me allows the chain to judge this talent, and once again return to the appearance of a talent, showing an extremely sensitive but still human sense, does it mean , This imprint made me return to the category of "human" again, and before that, I actually did not belong to the category of "human" anymore?

If I get eroded. That must be caused by the "virus" and "Jiang". And this imprint, to a certain extent, inhibits the erosion, and even returns to a state where the erosion is not so serious. I can’t help but give me a special feeling—the more realistic thing that corresponds to the old Hawke and this imprint, what is it? What? And this thing. Will it also have an effect on the "virus"?

To further imagine, is it possible that it is an effective drug against the "virus"? If you think about it at this level, then the situation of Old Hawk and Brand will inevitably involve the reality of the hospital - but this kind of thinking is too jumpy.

Of course, it is also possible that only effective drugs for "White Claudia". After all, the drugs I take are the results of the seminar’s development of "Paradise", and the nature of "Paradise" and the expectations of the seminar should also be reflected in the drugs I take. From this perspective, it can also be explained why this brand came to me in the form of "Old Hawk's Inheritance".

In any case. The return of the chain judgment to "normal" did not make me feel it. It's just an illusion. The mark on my forehead restrained the power of the magic lines, allowing me to exist in this nightmare in a posture closer to normal people.

In the short period of time I woke up, all the situations I encountered contained a lot of information. but. As in the past, this information cannot be fully interpreted. As a human being, my vision, thinking or imagination is limited to the limits of human beings.

I thought this way. The inclination angle of the steps began to increase. The last step leads to the top of the mountain bag. Each step is half a meter high, and the area of ​​the steps is also very wide, plus thicker stone pillars on both sides, and rough statues. , They all give people a feeling that these steps are not built for normal humans, there is something much larger than humans, and it feels like walking on this step at one time.

Nowadays, there is a dilapidated scene everywhere, invaded by weeds and shrubs, and many broken rocks have already been weathered. The columns and statues are not all intact. Not only are they incomplete, but they are also deliberately piled together, giving people a bloated and swollen feeling.

The sound, in this place, reverberates more strongly and sharply, and when the wind passes by here, it also becomes more abrupt.

I pressed the handle of the knife and stepped onto the top platform-the top of the mountain bag, which turned out to be a prototype altar. I am convinced that this place is indeed used for sacrificial worship. Standing at this relatively high place, one can see the scenery below, and it also makes people feel that oneself is closer to the sky. And this feeling is a very distinctive feature in many sacrificial rituals in mysticism.

Sky, earth, sea, eyes... the meaning of these names in mysticism often exceeds its original definition, and is full of humanized malice and cruelty. Yes, the meaning of these names extended in occultism, in most cases, is definitely not commendatory. It may carry a certain expectation of people, but if you study this expectation, you will notice the cruel reality behind it and some very immoral concepts. Therefore, I have always felt that once these names appear in a mysterious event, then they must be full of malice, full of terrible viciousness, and are the source, essence, and manifestation of all disasters.

The altar at the top of the mountain is full of the taste of "expected sky" and "condescending", and the surrounding patterns and the pattern of the main core are more or less mixed with patterns of "eyes", some wave-like The curve is reminiscent of the ocean. All of this, the associations brought to people in the first time, have already explained the abnormality and importance of this altar.

Although it is the first time I have entered this nightmare, I can feel a heavy history and a **** past, slowly unfolding in the area where I am at this time. In the decayed smell, I clearly smelled the **** smell for the first time, as well as some obviously abnormal smells. Holding the crossbow, I cautiously came to the edge of the altar, approaching the direction of the chapel.

From the right hand side, you can see the tomb surrounded by fog, because the name on the tombstone is "Gaochuan", so I call it "Gaochuan's Tomb", and on the left hand side is the chapel and residence. Farther away, there is also a towering and more iconic building, but in the gloomy sky and misty fog, it is not clear how it looks intact. However, this is enough proof that it is not where I am that there are traces of human beings.

I painted a plan in my heart-Gaochuan’s Tomb. The residential area and the mountain altar, as well as the road connecting the three, combine like seeds that have just sprouted.

Of course, I believe this is also meaningful.

This is a place to start, but it may also be a place where an end will happen. I couldn't help but think so. at this time. A bad wind came from behind, and I had been prepared long ago, and rolled backwards. Whistling swept over, and in the rolling field of vision, a pair of huge tangled feet appeared, obviously not human feet, because they were inverted joints. The shape of the sole of the foot is actually more like a palm.

When I passed by, I drew my knife out of its sheath. Cut **** the ankle. Its skin and bones are very hard, and the blade cannot cut the bones after cutting through the skin and muscles. Moreover, when the skin and muscles are cut, the sensation transmitted to the hands is also very uncomfortable, as if there is a force of strength. . Chewing **** the metal blade.

I instinctively launched a quick sweep, and instantly jumped back. I saw that it was not blood spewing from the ankle wound. It was something like ashes, and they turned into many painful and wailing faces in midair. I dare say that if you encounter them, it is definitely not a comfortable thing. And these “ashes” spewed out as “blood” reminded me of the face of black smoke for the first time.

In the research of the seminar, did people from the 51st district intervene? I think so. But I don't think there is any strange abruptness in this conclusion. The content of the seminar already has the Doomsday Truth teachings, and there is nothing more than a fifty-one zone.

The weird person who attacked me was three times taller than me, except for the appearance of his hands and feet. It can be in contact with humans, and no other parts can be reminiscent of humans. Its feet are anti-articulated, its thighs and muscles have been rotted and hairy, its upper body is rickety, its swollen abdomen, and its chest collapsed. It is also completely invisible in the shape of a human, and its head is completely in the shape of an animal. But I can't identify what kind of animal it is. The only part of the hand, which is most similar to human beings, is also five fingers, which can make a fist and grab things. It was holding two axes, and the handles of the axe were tied together with a chain. When it was swung up, it directly drove the other axe with centrifugal force, and a heavy blow came to where I was standing.

Sparks appeared on the ground of the altar, and the stone surface didn't even shatter because of it, which is really surprising. The weird power is definitely not false.

It's just that, although the power of chain judgment and quick sweep is suppressed, it is enough to make me within the range of the altar, even without eyes, to determine its movement and orientation, and to dodge calmly.

Just when it started for the second time, I lowered my body, sprinted, and slid to its left rib, holding a long knife in both hands, and severely slashed on its waist and abdomen. The spine blocked the blade, it didn't matter, it was already staggered, I turned around and came behind it, cut the back of its neck with my backhand, and cut off its head with a single blow.

The sturdy body full of **** taste fell to the ground and turned into fly ash in an instant.

At the same time, there was a burning pain on the inside of my right wrist, and a force flowed along the magic lines, stimulating every nerve. This feeling is so familiar, it can even be said to be nostalgic. My blood was boiling, and I stretched out my right hand, the fly ash was held into a ball out of thin air by a force, and suddenly sucked into the magic lines.

I turned over my palm, and a hard rock appeared in my palm. It looked like "greystone".

The way this monster died, and the way it was absorbed by the magic pattern, is like dealing with the devil in the past doomsday illusion.

I don’t think this is just accidental. But it is impossible to tell what kind of secrets are there between the two.

There was no time for me to think about it. Perhaps the battle here caused a chain reaction. I heard the sound of collision on the steps behind me. It was a rhythmic sound, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, as if there were many things climbing all the way.

I raised the crossbow and aimed it in that direction.

When I came here, although it was gloomy, there were no traces of these weirdness. So, are these weirdness just generated? Is it because I stood on this altar that made me appear? Although there is no clear evidence, I still can't help but think so.

The weird ones that appeared one after another were crowded with steps, but they were in disorder. They collided with each other, and their movements were significantly more agile, but they were trapped in the middle and could not be used, and they seemed very irritable. Some of them look like beasts, some have human forms, but more, they are somewhere in between, and even their soft and fatty appearance, like a pustule, can’t tell what it is. .

Based on past experience, I once guessed that the weirdness here is probably the sick and painful side of the corresponding patients. To put it simply, it should be possible to regard the weirdness here as humans in the Peninsula Mental Hospital. It's just that the weirdness in front of me is still in human form to some extent. Those who have completely lost their human form make me feel very depressed. I can't bear to imagine that if these weirdness have a corresponding person, then these inhuman weirdness, the corresponding human being, will be what kind of state.

Under the assumption that this is the nightmare of the Peninsula Mental Hospital. I think that killing these weirdness will definitely have a great impact on the corresponding person. However, I am not sure whether it is a good influence or a bad one.

However, it is obvious that if I don't kill the weirdness in front of me, they will not let me go, and furthermore, will not let the people in the residential area. Their form is obviously full of hostility, and is opposed to everything in the residential area. And these weird things were also driven out of hunting by Old Hall. Old Hall probably protected this place from their hands in the past, until even he himself encountered some vicious situation before giving up in despair.

This is no longer a question of letting it go. It is impossible to wait until it is uncertain what sequelae will occur. I didn't hesitate. When the weirs first stepped on the altar, they even fired crossbow arrows. The impact of the crossbow arrow is greater than expected, almost equivalent to a powerful firearm. The weird body that was shot is just a meal, and the weaker body is immediately pushed down in the weird group behind.

The weird people crowded together due to geographical restrictions, suddenly ushered in a commotion, and the internal chaos caused them to start hurting each other. Every time there is pain, there will be roars and screams, and from their wounds, some are weird and similar to the previous ashes, some are obviously liquid, "blood" or "pus", dark red, dark green Yes, blue and black, they are all very sticky, dirty and cold colors.

In the air, the smell of **** and blood became more intense.

Using the hand crossbow, I realized that it does not need arrows, but uses "greystone" as a source of power. The graystone inlaid with its handle quickly turned pale, and then shattered into powder~IndoMTL.com~ At this time, I pressed the graystone I got into the hole again to activate the attack again.

Maybe the long knife in my hand will become stronger after it is inlaid with graystone? This thought appeared in my mind, but immediately, the pattern on my forehead was tingling, which reminded me of Old Hall's warning and sarcasm.

So, every time you use the power of the magic pattern, will it have an impact on the blockade of the brand? Therefore, if you overuse the magic pattern or graystone, the brand will be broken, and I will return to the strength of the previous magic pattern messenger. Is the Mageweave Messenger a manifestation of taboo power to Old Hawke?

So guessing in my heart, I put away the crossbow, shook off the fishing line hook rope at the arm armor, and instantly tied the agile weirdness at the target, dragged it to my feet, and cut it in half with a knife. Its body hardness is obviously not as strong as the tall and strong guy before.

Two successful attacks helped me gradually understand the intensity of these weirdness. Although the power is limited, it is not difficult to deal with. At least, in terms of combat difficulty, it was much easier to face the canine demon for the first time than when the toilet talk was the first time.

I shook my arm, retracted the hook rope, and the next moment, I launched a quick sweep, swinging the knife towards the locked weird. (To be continued..)u