Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1254: Level 2

Weird was blown up several meters away. The flames ate its body. The pain caused it to stumble and ignite the surrounding wooden frames, tables and chairs, but under the isolation of many low walls, the fire did not spread to Greater scope. This kind of weirdness is also the first time I have encountered this kind of strangeness. I didn't expect flame to be so effective for it, which is more or less good news. I kept walking, keeping a distance from this weird maddened by pain. After a while, the huge and ferocious weird was only left with a dark outline, lying motionless on the ground, looking dead.

I raised my right hand, and the magic lines lit up slightly, and with a burning pain, I seemed to hear the sound of a fiery red soldering iron pressing on the flesh. Of course, this is just an illusion.

A large area of ​​the weird scorched body turned into fly ash, digging into the magic pattern, but there was still a part that looked like a carapace that could not be decomposed. I'm a little curious, this is the only one of the weirdness I have encountered so far. It seems that there is something special about the remaining carapace. Because of this particularity, when I approached, I was still very cautious, and kept the idea of ​​starting a quick sweep at any time.

I came to the near side of the wreckage, flipped it with the scabbard, and heard a fragmented crash, and something else rolled out of the wreckage. Although it has been severely damaged, under careful observation, it can still be recognized that it is a bone. It's not a monster's bones, but it makes me feel like human bones. Whether human beings were swallowed by this weirdness, or for another, more secret reason, it is impossible to know here. These bones are not complete, and the carapace of the weird remains is scorched, giving me a vague sense of familiarity. But beyond that, nothing more can be found.

I gave up on searching for this weird secret. Its resistance to flames was so bad that it was burned, and most of the clues had disappeared. However, after the death of this weird, the amount of magic weave absorbed. There are more weird than any one in the past, and probably three graystones can be created.

In this nightmare, greystone can be used as a supplement and support for almost all combat materials-strengthening and repairing weapons and armor, replenishing ammunition for crossbows, and even healing injuries after absorption. Although I was not injured, I still rested where I was. Only then continue to set foot on the way to find the upper level.

On the first floor of the tower, there are many things of unknown significance, such as statues, corpses, patterns and patterns, and even those books and texts that are not understood at all. These things make this tower not like a place where people live. , And more like a huge testing ground. As for who is experimenting here. What terrible results have been obtained, but there is no clue that can be interpreted at all. The meaning of this tower for the whole nightmare, compared to the meaning of the deep night, became more and more obscure.

During the period, I also saw some harmless ghost phenomena. It is not a real ghost. From the perspective of a mystery expert, it is actually a phenomenon that is superficially similar to ghosts in occultism. Some transparent figures occasionally appear in the field of vision, or flip through books. Or they talked to each other, or they rushed away, but none of them were offensive. Even if it happens to pass through my body.

These "ghosts" and I seem to be in the same space, but in fact they are separated by a far conceptual distance. The ghosts seem to interpret the life they once lived here.

After a weird attack, there is no more danger. The occasional ghost phenomenon allowed me to follow these ghosts and find a way to the second floor. It was a cage-like elevator. The gate is just an iron fence, and the bottom of the fence is sharp. Just like a javelin, there are still a lot of blood stains. It seemed that someone could not get in and was pierced by the iron fence that was suddenly lowered at the door, but I did not find the body.

Before entering, I deliberately experimented with how strong the iron fence is, but I didn't shake it at all. After entering the elevator, I seemed to sense the activation of some mechanism, and the iron fence suddenly lowered, making me feel like I was being held in this cage. When ascending, don't have a strange feeling of being judged by the upper echelons.

The volume of the elevator greatly limits the area of ​​activity. If I am ambushed at this time, although I don't think I will have the ability to fight back, I imagine it will be extremely troublesome. The quick-grabbing super power will gain even if it is transferred in a small area, but in terms of personal combat style, moving in a small area is far less easy than being able to transfer in a large area.

While alerting, I estimate the ascent speed and time of the elevator to try to determine the distance that I need to travel from the first floor to the second floor. Observing the distance between the layers from the outside of the tower is indeed very different from the feeling of personal experience. I think this lift has risen at least more than 20 meters.

The elevator rises from a hollow platform, and part of the scene on the second floor expands in my field of vision. When the elevator stopped, I heard something hit the top of the elevator, making a dull sound. Just from the vibration of the elevator and the thickness of the sound, you can tell that it must be a huge, tough, not hard thing. The linkage determination is always on, and when the thing enters the observation range, some information about the thing is transferred to my mind in an intuitive way.

It's another weird we've never seen before.

The body looks like a worm, elliptical and fat, without feet, but has two forelimbs in the shape of a human hand. It must be a human arm. This weird forelimb is longer, like a layer of skin wrapped in bones, without any muscle tissue. . The weird hand got in from the depths above, as if digging something out, through the gap between the iron fences. Its target is me, there is no doubt about that.

No need to hesitate, as the iron fence was raised, I drew my knife and slashed on this arm.

Only a clanging sound was heard, like a metal impact, crisp and hard. After the blade broke through that layer of skin, a burst of sparks was immediately splashed.

A strong wave of the long arm made me feel a huge force, almost lifting me up. I jumped back, used the back wall as a pedal, dived diagonally, and slid out under the iron fence that had just raised a gap. The other long arm is very keen, and when I was still sliding on the ground, I slapped it down like a fly.

Swipe to start. I suddenly accelerated and then slipped, avoiding the blow.

The weird slap hit the ground, the air was squeezed, and in a muffled sound, it turned into a blast of air everywhere. Let the dusty battlefield become muddy. If this force slaps the human body firmly, it should crush the person into a meatloaf.

Hard body, powerful strength, keen response-this is the power of the two weird hands in front of me.

However, this weird worm-like body is obviously far less deterrent than these hands, and even makes people think. In fact, it is very difficult to move its body, relying solely on these two hands to hunt. But on the other hand, these hands can actually be regarded as its feet, helping it to move.

I took the time to look at the blade, the collision between them. It seems that the blade has also dimmed a bit. This long knife has been upgraded with graystone and is far more effective than ordinary weapons. Therefore, it is certain that besides the hard hands, there are other mysteries attached to the hands.

The worm monster's seemingly front end of its head slowly opens, like a round mouth full of sharp teeth. The next moment, a piece of gray material spewed out. Turned into ropes in front of me, trying to entangle me.

It looks like it is spinning. However, the fog formed a rope phenomenon. It made me even more reminded of the activation rope spell of the doomsday truth sect wizard. Therefore, I did not dodge the first time, but directly used a long knife to split the rope that I was trying to entangle. Sure enough, when these gray mist ropes were cut into two pieces Time. Suddenly turned into two venomous snakes, clinging to the knife. He opened his blood basin and bit at me with a huge mouth.

This weirdness... is related to the Doomsday Sect.

My thoughts flashed, and I flicked a long knife. Use inertia to throw away the viper climbing on the blade, spread out the quick sweep, and quickly pass through the gaps of more ropes.

The gray mist has not disappeared, and it condenses into a mass in front of the worm monster, but its volume is much smaller than when it first sprayed out. Even so, the weight of these gray mists is still enough to complete one or two witchcraft. As I thought, when I relied on a quick sweep to accelerate and jump up and slashed towards the weirdness, the translucent hexagons layered like scales suddenly appeared around it, easily blocking my attack.

I haven't taken my sight completely away from the cloud of gray fog, but I saw that it has reduced its volume by a large amount. Before the weird arm was retracted, I swiftly swung the knife, slashing everything on the shield, and after a breath, while the weird arm returned to help, the gray mist had collapsed and disappeared. I walked, and before I was hit by my arm, I had already dodged farther.

The worm occupies the elevator weirdly, waving his arms back and forth, and a circle of sharp teeth emerges from the hollow mouth. As soon as its mouth opened and closed, it seemed that it wanted to say something to me. It seemed that it wouldn't be a good thing, and besides, it really couldn't make a human voice now.

Suddenly, I felt a little dizzy, and the ground seemed to make waves, making me unable to stand still. But Weird seized this opportunity, supported the ground with both arms, as if firing a cannonball, and knocked his elliptical body over. I instantly understood that this kind of dizziness is definitely the ghost of this weird.

Although the body is out of balance, the speed-sweeping superpower is still working, making me brush past the body that is rushing like a cannonball at the moment of the moment. I rolled on the ground and saw the weird worm crashing heavily on the weird and huge container in front of me. There was a sound of breaking and collapse, and it was almost buried.

The second layer is as weird as the first layer. If the first layer still has some breath of human daily life, then the second layer will only have the taste of the laboratory. Spindle-shaped, cone-shaped and cylindrical instruments can be seen everywhere, but no matter the instrument or the container, the smallest has my half height. The size of the worm monster can be contained in some large containers.

The elevator comes with a candlestick, which is also the only luminous point on the second floor at this time. The more you go to the periphery, the darker the darker. Maybe it is the bright light that attracts the worms weirdly. Before the fallen worm monster adjusted its body, I quickly scanned the surroundings. Although it was not very real because of the light, the outline of the contents in some containers in the depths could be related to the weird worm in front of me. .

This kind of worm is weird and seems to have been deliberately cultivated.

I was thinking that, the sudden dizziness appeared again. It was supposed to be the tail of the worm monster, and the anthropomorphic but extremely distorted and terrifying facial features of the worm monster appeared. It looked like it had swapped its head and tail, and its forelimbs had become hindlimbs.

Forcibly resisting the discomfort, I fired the crossbow several times again. Once, the arrow happened to get into the open mouth. After the worm swallowed this sharp arrow weirdly, there was no obvious adverse reaction at all, and it just closed its mouth. Then, the dizziness immediately subsided from his mind.

I took out the phosphor bottle. Hit the weird worm one by one. It seemed to be extremely disgusted, twisting its body vigorously, and then using its arms to jump to the ceiling, as if it was preparing to launch an attack from above. I am running in its shadow, just a breathing time. There were dozens of corrosive liquids smashed behind me, corroding the ground into potholes in a short while. During the period, I fired with a crossbow, but just as I thought, it was completely blocked by the hexagonal shield.

Just like that, you chased me, although there was a stalemate for a while. But the whole battle was not difficult for me. I also want to find more evidence from this weird worm to see what it has to do with Doomsday Truth. However, after several rounds of dealings, its attack and defense have no new tricks. It seems that the breathing ability of the gray mist spell is not as rich as the formal wizard, especially the very distinctive portal. It didn't even appear. This means that this worm's weird gray fog spell ability is only at the level of a wizard apprentice. certainly. With its two powerful arms, its protective shield is stronger than the wizard apprentice in terms of overall strength. Nevertheless, it is still not as powerful as the official wizard of Doomsday Shinrikyo.

Any official wizard can easily kill him.

I see this clearly. I no longer have new ideas. While traveling at high speed several times, the shield was consumed by swinging the knife. Take the opportunity to throw the prepared burning material on it.

Like the weird encountered on the first floor, this worm monster is still very weak against flames. Moreover, its entire body, except for the arms, is all flammable. The weird enveloped in flames fell from the ceiling without a few breaths. The flame licked its body, making a belching sound. A liquid like black oil gradually dripped from its body, emitting a pungent stench.

It waved its arms frantically, but it was useless to save itself. In the end, the arms fell to an exhaustion, and within ten seconds, the arms fell off the burned body.

In the end, the weird worm turned into fly ash along with the flame, and was sucked by the magic pattern, while the remaining arm was waiting for my inspection.

I cut through the epidermis with the tip of a knife. As expected, there is no muscle tissue underneath. It looks like a deconstruction of bones, but its texture is similar to the first layer of weird carapace. I slashed hard a few times without leaving any scars on it. At this time, I vaguely remembered why the carapace and arm bones gave me a vague sense of sight.

Because they are very similar to the structure of the ruling bureau-although they are very different from the structure in terms of visual and touch, their quality and use are very similar to those of dead soldiers.

However, the dead soldiers of the whole body structure, even if they can't use the gray mist spell, are stronger than ordinary wizards. But the weirdness at the moment, despite the diversification of fighting methods, seems so fragile.

Whether it is the weirdness of the first layer or the second layer, if they are all morbidly deformed "humans" in the state of mind, then their softness seems to imply something.

This time, I can find even less on the weird corpse. It is more weird than the first layer, it is easier to catch fire, except for the arm, there is no debris left at all. I began to consider whether to stop using flames when facing the next weirdness.

I went back to the elevator, ready to take off the flames inside, and head towards the deeper darkness of this layer, but at this moment, my eyes were in a trance, and my body seemed to have fallen into a hollow and plunged hurriedly.

When this feeling of falling reached its extreme, light penetrated into my eyes, and I couldn't help but raise my arm to block it in front of my eyes. The next moment, a clear scene unfolded in the field of vision.

I suddenly realized where I was—in the dining hall of the sick building. Just before I entered the nightmare, I had a conflict with the patient here. But the scene in front of me was obviously no different from this perception. I stood at the dining table, raised my arm to cover my face, and the food on the plate hadn't moved at all. I lowered my arm, and no one around me was curious about my movements. The atmosphere in the cafeteria is very quiet and lacks vitality. The patients are like puppets, entering, eating, eating, and leaving quietly. Sitting next to me was indeed the female mental patient who was in conflict with me, but she was just sitting in her place, again and again, mixing the food together intently.

It's not that I stir the food, but she is stirring the food. Her neurotic words were placed on her at this time, but they seemed out of place. I can hardly be sure that when and under what circumstances it was an unreal illusion. The only thing I am certain is that I must have hallucinations, and hallucinations are connected to nightmares.

I sat back in the chair and started to eat. After taking a few bites, I took another look at the female mental patient beside me. Her appearance has not changed in any way from before. She is indeed the same person, but now she is more silent and quiet, but she appears numb and sluggish. She didn't eat, she just stirred the food, and even poured the soup into the rice.

Although things like this happened before I entered the nightmare, what can I complain about to a mental patient? I grabbed her hand and she looked up at me blankly. I arranged her messy bangs and neckline for her, then scooped up the food on her plate with a spoon and brought it to her mouth. Without a word, she opened her mouth to eat for a while, chewing slowly.

She eats like slow motion. But I still had enough patience to feed all the food on her tray. I don't know if she is hungry or holding on. Her expression was sluggish, her reaction was extremely slow, and her lack of communication skills was completely different from what I had seen before the nightmare. At this time, almost all the patients I saw in the cafeteria looked like her.

She finished her meal and sat next to me in a daze, until I finished the meal and was about to leave, she didn't show any signs of getting up. I don’t think she will stay here forever. Since she was stayed in this ward, and this ward is what it is now, then at least the patients here have developed some reflex mechanisms and can take care of themselves according to the time period. . This woman, although unresponsive, will return to her room at a fixed time.

Even if I think so, I still don't want this slightly familiar female patient to stay here like this. I grabbed her arm, she stood up obediently, and was led out of the cafeteria by me.

I don't know where the female patient lives, but, on the other hand, because the ward is not supervised by anyone on the surface, in fact, patients can choose any room to live in. The only question is whether there are living facilities in the room, and whether they can take care of themselves~IndoMTL.com~The female patient holding my hand obediently went to my room. Although I don't know where she lives, she can live here until I figure it out. Although there is no one to take care of, she should be able to take care of herself in theory, but I have a kind of compassion and a kind of light fetters towards her. I don’t know if I took her back to my room to take care of her, or just because I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of the time.

The night is getting darker, there is no TV or other large household appliances in the room, and there is not even a desk lamp. The most commonly used lighting is candles, oil lamps and flashlights. I lighted the oil lamp, took the female patient to the bathroom, and helped her clean up her body and hair. Her patient didn't wear any underwear under her clothes, but she naturally didn't have any sense of shame. Even if I cleaned every part of her body at this time, all her emotions and reactions seemed to be rusty. If it weren't for her sluggish expression and blank eyes, she would be regarded as a beautiful and mature woman by looking at her appearance and **** after cleaning.

I helped her put on my other patient gown, and took her patient gown to wash. Then, this night passed.

I don't know the name of this female patient, nor do I intend to know it. There was one more person in my room, which slightly relieved the dullness and monotony in the air. For me, this is enough. (To be continued)