Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1387: The magic sprite

The connector brought John Bull’s advice, and John Bull’s advice undoubtedly represents the will of the network ball. In fact, preventing me from interfering too much with the mysterious events taking place on this peninsula has never stopped. Not only the cyberball, all the mysterious organizations and individuals that make up the entire team, and even neutrals who are enemies and non-enemies and non-friends, are trying to reduce the number of "strong people". In the past period of time, I have been constantly tempted. Such temptations are vague, obvious, from acquaintances, and from strangers. A large part of these people even launch fatal attacks. However, Now that I have survived, it is the fact that the "fourth-level magicweave messenger" is powerful.

Moreover, this powerful upper limit is well hidden by me in a disguised attitude, which has caused those who want to let me out to be unsure about whether they can really let me out.

They hesitated, doubted, and had to use a vague assessment to estimate my influence on the status quo. They sometimes feel that once the action is launched, even the fourth-level Mageweave messenger cannot stop it, and this feeling is very correct in my opinion, but it is precisely because of my attitude and behavior that they can make them uncertain. The correctness of this idea must therefore assume that "in case the fourth-level Mageweave messenger has the ability to interfere with the situation."

As a result, their actions must be restricted by a mentality, unable to operate in the smoothest and most optimal way.

It's like mixing sand in mechanical gears.

As an independent actor, I think this is my limit.

If in the past, before the arrival of the deep night, they did not personally experience the mystery of the deep night, those people would probably not care too much about this behavior of mixing sand. After all, from the overall situation, one A four-level Mageweave messenger is indeed not enough to demonstrate a key influence. However, now that the deepest night has begun, they have personally felt this mysterious and terrible, and all plans have been forced to advance. Not to mention the idealized state, first of all, there is still some distance from the expected effect-this is clearly pointed out by the connector, and in my judgment, it is not a lie.

In this undesirable planning stage. Any "excessive" interference may cause violent chemical reactions. And reducing interference as much as possible has become an urgent matter. The biggest interference among them, of course, comes from the monsters of the mysterious organizations from all sides and the mysterious advantage of Torchlight's "deviation". Compared with this, I, who is only an independent actor, even the fourth-level magicweave messenger, is relatively "weak" much.

It's not just me. Anyone who creates high-strength and large-scale "mysteries" that are not "organized" will inevitably be regarded as "weak and small" and must be "prioritized out."

From this point of view, I also have a more familiar Father Edward, most of whom are preferentially excluded from this category.

Fr Edward should have also received a warning. Actually earlier. He has become silent, so I can rarely collect information about him.

However, this silence is of course temporary, otherwise Father Edward's entry into Las Vegas would have no meaning.

I guess, my behavior has probably made myself a shield for Father Edward.

No one wants to directly create an opponent for themselves, but if you have to produce an opponent, if you can choose an opponent, that is the best situation.

Those people chose me who was too active. That's it.

The advice, or warning, brought by the connector, in my understanding, is the ultimatum.

If I am not obedient. Then, all the previous scruples and self-control for the fourth-level magicweave messenger will be relieved, and what is coming will no longer be the enemy of the third-level magicweave messenger, nor will it be the temptation of "monsters" one by one. Free your hands. On the premise of ensuring the minimum implementation of the plan, the most thorough and fatal blow was carried out on me.

If they are to ensure the best implementation of the plan, the manpower available will be reduced. Conversely, if only to ensure the implementation of the minimum plan, the manpower available will increase.

I deeply understand that the danger I face now is completely different from the previous one.

It is impossible to predict how the fighting intensity and degree of danger will reach, but in the eyes of others, theoretically, it will definitely exceed the pressure I can bear.

Even if they still don't have an accurate understanding of the ultimate strength of the fourth-level magicweave messenger, they also have great confidence in the strongest combat power they can use. In all previous situations, this kind of confidence has actually been very obvious.

"Let's go, it will become very dangerous next. We are friends, and even if the future is an enemy, it is also a future thing." I turned around.

"The deepest night is intensifying, and the level of mystery is beyond everyone's expectations. Therefore, it is no longer the pursuit of perfect execution of the sacrifice. Under the premise of ensuring that the lowest expected goal can be achieved, those people will accelerate their actions …This gathering place is not only a shelter, but also a concentration camp for insurance purposes.” The joint person said: “Originally, the harvest will be the last, or there is no need for special harvesting of sacrifices. According to normal circumstances, this is not needed. The people in the gathering place can complete the ceremony. However, the rapid changes in the situation make this gathering place the key to the acceleration plan. Do you know what I mean? Mr. Takakawa."

Of course I understand. In fact, I have long been puzzled about the existence of the gathering place and the humanoid system. Before the deep night came completely, people continued to gather in this place as if being driven out, under various karmic events. They take this gathering place as a sanctuary of course, but I did not feel that this gathering place is too different from the other areas where people gather. I have a foreboding that the meaning of this gathering place as a "shelter" is not the natural existence of "the deepest night", but a purposeful endowment.

Perhaps for Old Hawke, this gathering place is like his native village, which has been like this for generations, but from my perspective, the actual situation is of course more complicated.

The mysterious organization used the existing things in the nightmare of the Deep Night, and built more things on the basis of these things to ensure the implementation of their plans. They will not do too many things that conflict with the deepest night, instead, they try to follow the trend and fuel the flames. It's like rebuilding a city on the ruins. The final city may still have the flavor of some relics, but it is the style and function of the new city that is most embodied.

The same is true for this gathering place. perhaps. The gathering place known to Old Hawk exists, but the mysterious organization used some means to reconstruct a new gathering place on the basis of the original gathering place, and finally the new gathering place became a "shelter"... and The "concentration camp" referred to by the linker.

It is precisely because of this approach. Therefore, even if the horror of the deep night is beyond everyone's imagination, they have no chance, and they have not rushed to make adjustments.

"It's not hard to imagine. They will come to harvest people here soon, but use them as sacrifices to fill the remaining vacancies in the ceremony, right?" I calmly answered, "District 51, or Doomsday Shinrikyo? Or, are there other people? What about you cyberball? What about Torchlight?"

"Torchlight does not engage in frontal battles, and we will not directly participate in the cyberball. However, the 51st District and the Doomsday Truth Church are coming out." The connector said: "Constrained. No one will help you. Mr. Gao Chuan. Do you want to face the army of two organizations alone?"

"Why not?" I stroked the handle of the knife and looked at the gathering place at the foot of the mountain, "My promise will not change."

"But, this is not sensible!" The connector was a little excited and said: "We are friends, because we are friends, so I hope you can stop this meaningless behavior."

"Sorry." I turned around and smiled, but. It’s impossible for her to understand the smile hidden under the mask, “I’m just a clown, a flying insect fighting fire. I’m just a mentally ill person. So let me do it willfully. Right."

"Mr. Gaochuan!"

"I still have dreams and no despair, so I will not die here." I said to her, "I am Gao Chuan. Even if I die, I will fulfill my choices and promises. , Drowned in his crazy dream."

The connector was silent for a while, and did not say goodbye, so he retreated quietly into the surrounding dense fog, and was completely lost by the gust of wind on the mountainside.

I ignored it and stared at the gathering place intently. I don't feel that it is a natural result of me coming to the cemetery halfway up the mountain, and it is not that there is some "mystery" calling me in this tomb of Gaochuan. There is nothing here, it's just an ordinary cemetery, but whether it's a "talker" or a "connector", it means that my coming here is more guided by an artificial will.

The warning itself is of course true, but my location and the location of the gathering place are a bit subtle, which is already an indisputable fact.

"Come on, my big sword is already horrible." I murmured to myself.

Then, I heard the ringtone.

Like a rattle, like a wind chime, and like a bell ornament hanging around the waist. This bell is full of penetrating power, from far and near, as if it has been digging into the heart. However, the waves are rippling in the lake of mind.

Dingling, Jingling...dingling...

Rhythmic sounds, like the ashes falling in the air and the gray mist being swept by the wind, responding in the same rhythm.

There was a flower in front of my eyes. There was nothing around, and many figures appeared faintly. The movements of these figures are slow but firm. They don't look like any weird they have seen before, but they also have a strong "not human" flavor.

As far as I can see, these people faintly line up long, passing by the foot of the mountain, all the way to the top of the mountain.

In the next blink of an eye, the sky above the gathering place was dyed red.

Like a pile of flames, licking the sky.

The gathering place seems to be on fire, and the spread of the fire is beyond common sense. It is not a normal physical phenomenon, but a phenomenon directly caused by "mystery." In the wind, along with the bell, there was a panic in the gathering place. Shouting, screaming, collapsing, colliding... all kinds of sounds have reached a maximum value at the moment of hearing it, as if there was no beginning, and directly entered the most tragic stage.

Another blink of an eye, the fast-sweeping high-speed passage leading directly to the gathering place has been produced.

In my prediction, when the disaster really strikes, playing the role of a hero will allow people to better understand what hope is, and gain the greatest voice and influence afterwards.

This is a very utilitarian idea, but it is something I think must be done.

Those who have become patients fell into despair and madness, hiding in their own prisons one by one, and completely lost the advantages of human society. Can't show the mysterious power, if even the mutual assistance and cooperation of ordinary people are lost, what else can they rely on?

However, with the advantage of disguising heroes, you can better organize everyone.

Despite being organized, there is no guarantee that you can spend the deepest night. After all, the deepest night is embodied in this nightmare, which is a kind of "mystery". It is foolish to use any common sense to look at "mystery" of. The erosion of people in the deepest night is first carried out on the ideological level.

But ~IndoMTL.com~ Assuming that the organization is useless, and waiting to die, even if you don’t die in the desperation of the deep night, you will die under the scheme of the mysterious organization.

No one can be sure what is the best way to deal with the deep night, but if you are faced with a mysterious organization, it is better to be organized than not. This is certain.

It's just that those established malicious attacks on the gathering place are even more weird than expected, and more direct, just like skipping the beginning and directly entering the moment before the **. The spread of the fire is completely against common sense. Even if I am in the invisible high-speed passage, everything around me seems to have fallen into a state of almost static. However, the phenomenon of the occurrence and expansion of the fire still shows no signs of stopping.

I crossed the mountains and forests and drove across the trails. Where I walked, I didn't see the weirdness of the old and the new in the deepest night, but it was all filled with the hazy, bell-bellied figure. Their shadows are like ghosts, but they have never been crowded in my way, and no matter how I rush towards them, as I approach them, they will still only appear around me. Which ones originally seem to be Blocking in front is like an illusion.

The untouchable figure has spread to the mountainside. They are heading in the opposite direction to me, exactly at the top of the mountain. (To be continued.)