Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 134: Doomsday Truth

I walked forward with Mae unhurriedly, and I heard frequent footsteps. (Read the net, the fastest text to update wonderful novels!) They are in motion, every breath, every time they raise their hands and feet, they will let the air flow, causing all the hard-to-see particles in the air to shift, and the sound waves are on the four walls. The reflection reverberates, all these changes are like ripples, one wave after another, forming countless clear or hazy trajectories in my mind. Before the soldiers appeared in my field of vision, I knew where they were.

As my body becomes stronger and more experienced, these trajectories become clearer and more accurate.

Snatch.

I leaped forward, my body adjusting on its own, running along the blank space in the trajectory. They fired and the bullets created new trajectories, but these trajectories were all rubbed by my side. More complicated high passages swept the space between me and them, spinning and rebounding on the ground, ceiling and walls, and shuttled precisely between the bullets.

I passed by them, and their eyes didn't even have time to turn. The dagger kissed their throats, cut their fingers, and held the palm of the handle to feel the martial universe, the holy king made, the sacred king, the king, the god, the god, the throne, the god, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandoned the young, the big Zhou, the royal family, the night, the **** The throne of the gods, the throne of the gods, the gods and the gods, the throne of the gods, the thrones of the gods and the gods Heaven is strongest to abandon Shao Da Zhou's royal family to a soft touch.

The enemy's reinforcements gathered quickly, and they naturally tried to use firepower to hold on to the battlefield. Before their attacks formed a barrage, I kept going in and out of the high and normal world. The gap between utilization and reaction dismembered them. In the high world, blood slowly splashed, like a blooming flower. I touched it with my fingertips, and it disappeared. Unbelievable, I felt the martial universe and the sacred king made sacred. The king will kill the gods at night, the seal of the throne, and the king will kill the gods, and the throne of the gods The strongest abandonment of the Nineth Heaven, the strongest abandonment of the young and great Zhou imperial family body.

I heard my blood roar and rush like a river, my left eye vigorously agitated, and power spread in my hands and feet. I plunged the dagger into the enemy's neck, and when I pulled it out, the sprayed blood drew an elegant arc in the air, making a sound like the wind.

The blood on the ground seemed to flow to my feet under the traction of some kind of force, and the blood from the dagger also flowed to my hands, infiltrating every pore.

For taking away the lives of others, I just didn’t feel scared at first, just a little disgusting, but now there is a kind of pleasure that is saturated with instinct. Even the disgust that was once is also melting quietly, I feel a sense of intangibility The power of transforming my soul makes myself yearning for this kind of thing.

But I still have a view of right and wrong, and the morality I have established over the past 17 years is torturing myself tit-for-tat.

It is this kind of torture that maintains my sanity, so that I won't get lost in this unusual pleasure.

I used to be a murderer and knew what it was, but I didn't want to become that kind of thing completely, not because I wanted to kill innocent people indiscriminately. But the warmth and joy that death brought lingered. Neither repression nor encouragement will weaken it, nor will it increase it. It takes root, grows, deposits, and brews in my body and soul at its own pace.

I don’t know if this is my own nature, or the apocalyptic fantasy eroding myself, or it’s because of the instinctive signal that belongs to Zhenjiang in my body to grow and grow?

The blood of the deceased gathered together, and the strong smell of blood in the air started to become sweet. There was an inexplicable desire that could not be satisfied. I tried my best to suppress this feeling and trampled on my blood. Don't think about it, don't look at it, I warned myself, this is like pain, the more you care, the more profound it is.

Every time a team appears in front of us, the number will increase, and the interval will become shorter and shorter.

What's worrying is that the enemy knew that this level of firepower could not stop me and Zhenjiang, but there was no such thing as a large force to intercept them immediately.

I can predict their location and actions, but the denser the bullets, the tighter the firing interval, the denser the trajectories that appear in my mind, gradually compressing my action space. The number of soldiers has increased, and the standing position has not allowed me to solve them all at once.

I moved again, passing between the bullets in a thrilling manner. I could see clearly that the three people standing at the back did not shoot at Ranwen.com, they just stared at their companions in front of them intently. When I killed the enemy in the middle and opened a breakthrough, the three soldiers who were waiting for it fired immediately.

Their response is only milliseconds away from me.

This is their tactic, using the front colleagues as shields and signs. Such a cold tactic, but the executor was completely indifferent, even if he knew that he was being used as a bait, he did not waver at all.

It's not their cooperation and armed forces that cause me pressure, it's this cold will. I believe that after they step off the battlefield, they are also human beings of flesh and blood, and even have their own wives and children. What is it that drives them to behave in this way?

Discipline? glory? Belief?

No, it's not just these. I deeply feel the martial arts of the universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world is the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment Moving the universe will kill the gods of the night, the gods, and the throne, seek the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the Shao Dazhou imperial family With different souls.

Can’t understand.

I stepped back. In the world of different rates, the distance between the bullet and me was less than 20 centimeters, and I could even clearly see the reflection of my face on the shiny shell of the bullet. The high channel interspersed and flipped among the bullets that came in close pursuit, and I even had to hit some unavoidable bullets with a dagger to deflect its trajectory. When I stopped at a corner ten meters later, the flying bullets instantly passed by and embedded deeply in the walls, floor and ceiling.

Once again, the soldiers tried to fill up the previously torn front line, but the lack of numbers made it impossible to completely make up for the vacancies. I staggered against the wall and the soldier on the side, cut his throat, grabbed the back of his neck, and swept toward the other standing people. The bullet hit the corpse, and I had once again entered the state of looting, flying around them, blood and residual limbs splashing as always.

The place where I stopped, happened to be parallel to the door of a room next to me. As soon as I left the high world, I noticed a dangerous trajectory extending behind the door.

Someone behind the door

Snatch

The gunshots are loud.

In the blink of an eye, the door on the corridor side was torn to pieces, and bullets spurted out.

I tried my best to lower my body in the high aisle, and the bullet that was close at hand almost scratched my skin and hit the wall on the other side.

I slid out ten meters before stopping. The five soldiers hiding in the room had already rushed out, squeezing the trigger and did not relax, turning the muzzle slightly.

Wave after wave of bullets form spirally staggered ballistic trajectories in the air.

I swept again, flipped along the spiral path, slid from the wall to the top wall, and thrust a dagger into a soldier's head from the top to the bottom. After turning over and landing, swinging the dagger again, crossed the face of the soldier who was approaching him along the center line.

When half of the soldier's skull fell to the ground, the remaining three soldiers were quickly dispersing. As a result, it's not even my opponent, I am moved high and dismembered calmly.

Until it was confirmed that the battle was over, he greeted Mae, who was hiding behind safety, to come out. She is still unconscious, and the knife-shaped critical hedging weapon has been silent since the last time it was activated. I am not sure that the body armor on her can block such a dense high bullet, so I dare not risk taking her into battle to kill the enemy.

I took out the cigarette I found from the soldier's room from my pocket, lit it and held it in my mouth, picked up the gun from the ground, and retracted the magazine to put it away.

I know that the enemy is not just a pressure test.

The number of squads blocked in front of us keeps increasing, making me waste my hands and passing by with death several times.

The enemy used the refueling tactics to win the time for the final army to deploy troops. When Mae and I arrived at the end and opened the door, we were not in front of the expected command post, but there were three in front of us. A spacious entrance of one hundred square meters. In front of the other gate directly in front was a position with more than fifty soldiers. Excluding the number of soldiers killed before, what appears here should be the final strength of this group of elite troops.

In addition to the massive reduction in the number of people, but in terms of equipment, it was almost a replica of the first time I entered this hall. I even recognized the commander who couldn't see the truth.

He squatted in the center of the position, operating a hideous six-barreled heavy machine gun. The strong attack mode I have used, I understand how powerful it is, and the ammunition chain used by the six-barreled heavy machine gun in front of me, its bullet is longer and thicker than ordinary high bullets. There is no doubt that as long as it is next to it. , But the missing arm and broken leg is the goddess of luck patronizing.

The soldiers immediately attacked without Ranwen.com, which made me cut off the idea of ​​pulling away immediately. The door behind them slowly opened. The layout inside was not too different from my imagination. Rows of monitors were embedded on the wall. Some screens appeared like snowflakes, while others appeared familiar. Silhouette.

That was a scene where members of the Security Bureau fought **** battles.

This is indeed the command center for the outer area of ​​the base. They are here to monitor our every move. However, since there are a total of ten channels, there may be more than one command center. I guess the function of this command center is only to monitor and control the channel we are on, but it can be connected to the command center in other channels to share data.

In addition, there is a huge conference table in the room. A slender lady officer was sitting on the table with a big fan with her legs upright, constantly puffing out the smoke of cigars. She kept a flat head and wore a flat hat diagonally, with a hideous scar on her face passing through her right eye from her forehead. The right eye was closed tightly, and she seemed to be blind. Military boots, camouflage pants with suspenders, and a tight black vest outline the ups and downs of women, exposed on the abdomen and arms, with strong muscles.

My magic lines are starting to burn.

Mageweave cannot detect its intelligence, this woman is at least a three-level magicweave messenger, and the security authority is higher than mine.

"Hey, boy, what's your name?" she said to me.

"Gaochuan."

"I haven't heard that there is a character like you in the three-pole magic pattern messenger of the Security Bureau, is it a newcomer." She knocked the ashes of her cigar and said, "I admire you very much, do you want to be my belonging? Down?"

"Sorry, although I don't mind being a subordinate, I don't like Doomsday Shinrikyo."

"Don't like it? Can you tell me the reason?"

"I don't hate the world now. If the end comes, I will be very troubled."

"In other words, do you want to be a hero?"

"Yes."

She patted her thighs and laughed.

"Are you serious? You don't look like a hot-blooded fool, but I think you are serious."

"Of course I am serious. I know what you plan to do here, and I am here to stop you." I said seriously.

"It's really interesting. A sensible little boy who wants to be a hero." She said: "Anyone like you will become *everyone hates and fears in the story."

"I am different." I am convinced of this.

"This conceit is also very similar." She said, "Believe me, people like you will have a good time at the end of the truth."

"It's a pity, we are totally opposite in philosophy."

"No, you are wrong." She stared at me with sharp eyes, as if to split my heart. "The Doomsday cannot be stopped. Even if there are heroes, it is not a Mageweave Messenger. You really believe in Doomsday. What about the red guy in the illusion?"

I know that the red guy in her mouth refers to the Doomsday Agent. Her question has been seriously considered since I returned to reality, but what if I don’t believe him? Without the magic pattern of Ranwen.com, there would be no Ranwen.com's power to correct this turbulent world.

So.

"I would rather believe his words."

"It’s really self-deception. You are a smart boy. I feel it at all. No matter what we are doing, what you are doing, or even what the guys in the black nest are doing, it’s speeding up the end. ."

I know, I understand, I've noticed it a long time ago. Regardless of graystone, magic pattern, or even the mysterious technology of the ruling bureau, they all get their power from the hands of no one knows whether it is a **** or a devil. The doomsday illusion originally existed for the end. To use God's power to deal with God is a ridiculous paradox. But I still care about what the Doomsday Agent said, holding the last gleam of hope to believe his statement, to believe that the existence of the Chosen is to save the world.

If you don't think about it this way, you will feel sad and hopeless. I am not such a strong person, I also have people who care about, I hope they can live in this world happily and safely. I don't know what kind of existence God is. If there is a God, then I also believe that its will cannot be violated, but at least the doomsday agent's statement makes me ambiguous.

The end is coming? save the world? How to choose, I already have the answer in my mind. Even if the answer is a lie, I will believe it and fight for it before it becomes a lie.

Even this battle is just a catalyst for the end of the world. However, since giving up will usher in the end, and not giving up will usher in the end, then I would rather choose the latter. My experience and thoughts are telling me that there is a possibility only if I don't give up, even if the possibility is extremely small. I know that there are people in this world who think the same as me, and they are also using their lives to approach this small possibility, so we are here.

"At least, it can give humans a glimmer of life." I answered the woman in front of me, but in exchange for her anger.

"Big mistake," she said categorically: "What you are doing will only make things worse. Under God's will, confrontation and neutrality will not result in good results. Doomsday truth It is correct. Only the truth of the end can save the world."

"Are you expounding your beliefs? Crazy and blind beliefs."

"Yes, this is my belief, but it's not crazy or blind." The woman took a deep sip of the cigar, and the smoke that came out like a white snake congealed in a straight line. Her eyes were clear and discerning. They were not the eyes of a madman. She was talking about the thoughts in her own heart, and she had her own reasons to insist on such thoughts.

"I don't know what illusion you had about our actions before, but you must understand a little bit." She stared into my eyes and said, "The end is the truth, and it cannot be reversed. This is the core of all the actions of the truth of the end. Outline."

"I understand this very well..."

"You're not an idiot, you don't understand." She interrupted me forcefully: "Since the end is irreversible...you actually know this in your heart? Then use your mud and maggot head. Think about it, in this case, what is to save the world?"

On the premise that the end is an irreversible truth, how can more people survive? She asked.

"There is only one way to let those ignorant people know that this world is almost over, let them know in advance what the end is like, let them adapt to the terrifying world faster instead of being like an ostrich, let them all bury their heads in the sand Here, it’s not like letting them die before they can react like frogs boiled in warm water"

"So you dropped sarin gas on the subway~IndoMTL.com~ to build an advent circuit and destroy the entire city?" I retorted.

"That's right." She stared at me with a sharp gaze like a blade, and said very firmly: "Because of your existence, we have to speed up the plan, which could have been more gentle. You should understand that these small things Compared to the real doomsday, it’s just pediatrics. But this is not enough. We have enough advanced technology to improve the quality of human beings."

She clicked on the soldiers standing in front of her with her finger in her cigar and said, "Look, this is our result. Not everyone can become a Mageweave messenger, and not everyone can use it. Greystone is used to strengthen one's physique. But using our products is enough to gain the power closest to the Chosen One. This is not all. We are sure that this doomsday will greatly change the appearance of the world, and humans will also gain the first With the opportunity of secondary evolution, the survival of the fittest, the time has come for human beings to change themselves."

She asked back, what did you do with cyberball? Concealing the doomsday information and preaching that everything is superstition, it is ridiculous that among the people who have personally experienced the doomsday illusion, there are actually guys who believe in such things. Hey, Gao Chuan, I know you see us as wicked people, but are you just a hypocrite who is determined to save the world? Would you rather be a reputed executioner than a villain who really saves the world?