Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1404: Sleep in dreams forever

Under the blood moon, ashes are scattered, the wind is blowing in madness and despair, and the broken steps and leaves are swirling, slowly moving by the feet. In the dark corners of the alleyway came inhuman screams, hoarse and crazy, full of offensiveness, even if you didn't see them directly, it was enough to make people understand that these weirdness had been peeping. The hound that ran out of no one’s house jumped out from behind the wall. It had lost half of its head, but its eyeballs were overgrown with the other half of its head. The pus flowing from the lower body dripped on the ground, and even the slate would be corroded. If it was a normal dog, it would have been completely dead before it became this appearance.

However, death is no longer eternal in the sacrifice of this deep night. The people who were killed, the weirdness of being killed, are being reborn in the observation of chain judgment. The lack of parts of their bodies does not prevent them from getting up from the ground. Human figures are no longer meaningful to them. Therefore, they do not need heads and limbs. Alienation makes them gradually lose their original shape and structure, and their original weaknesses are also No longer a weakness.

The vicious dog-like weirdness has become huge, standing up to three meters tall, and the length can reach up to five or six meters. Not only vicious dogs, birds, and human bodies are all becoming huge, and the originally seemingly spacious room has become a narrow and fragile toy for them. They push down the wall and hit hard, almost half of the room will collapse. Ordinary swords cannot cause harm to them. When their bodies hit the sharp objects exposed in the ruins, only the sharp objects will be damaged.

Faced with the weirdness of being so strong and surrounded by mystery, I don't think the people in the gathering place have any power to fight back. The power of the original sacrifice could not penetrate all the rooms, but now, after a minute, the weirdness has grown to be enough to destroy those seemingly solid rooms. If the owner of the room refuses me to enter, I still cannot enter. ,However. Even the crazy and desperate wind can't penetrate these places, and it is hard to escape the huge and weird impact of the body. It seems that the reason for these weirdness to produce further changes is precisely for these well-sealed buildings.

The fear that permeated the air became strong again. I heard more screams, and people couldn't believe it. The shelter that they thought was enough to escape disaster, it collapsed like a building block. But even so. I still feel that the people in the gathering place will not all be killed just like this. It is not where everyone hides, but only in rooms above the ground. If they chose the cellar at the beginning, they might be able to stick to it. A wave of sacrificial shock.

In the sacrificial ceremony, the speed of alienation is very fast, and the mystery possessed by it can't be caught up even with quick sweep, because the two are like different domains. and. Quick-grabbing can't resist and cure the alienation, just as I can't do anything about the alienation that has already appeared in the girl. The reason why I have not been alienated is also the result of my own high degree of mystery.

There are too many dead people, and even death is not their final end. The sacrificial ceremony of the Doomsday Shinrikyo has been acquiesced by the mysterious organizations of all parties, and its purpose is not to bring the people in this gathering place Both animals and animals have become monsters, and the alienation in front of them is just one component of the sacrificial ritual. It is difficult to resist, like a disaster, but it is indeed only a prerequisite for subsequent changes on a larger scale. An adjustment.

It's just this level of weirdness, even if the figure becomes huge, it will definitely not be my opponent. The trouble is that I must also pay attention to the changes in girls. To be honest, she who has begun to alienate is also dangerous. The girl can still save her mind so far. When she sees the hideous and huge weirdness, she will be very frightened even though she no longer has eyes, but her own alienation seems to still allow her to "see" the outside world. But then, it is also possible that this inexplicable way of observation will make her fall into even greater fear.

In mysterious events, the act of "observation" itself has always been one of the direct means of terrorist attacks. People are restricted and confused by their own five senses, and they can do crazy things that are usually unimaginable. What impressed me the most was the Saya virus. People who are eroded by the Saya virus will be distorted all their senses of foreign objects, and even their hearts will be completely distorted, and they will eventually become part of Saya.

However, in today's doomsday illusion, Father Edward, the true producer of the Saya virus, is more comfortable than dealing with the alienation in front of him.

Thinking about this, I moved my body slightly to avoid the weird jumping out from behind the ruined wall, and cut it in half with my backhand. After a while, it will alienate in this two-half posture. Rebirth, but now it looks like it is completely dead. Immediately afterwards, the weird dog-like besieged back and forth, trapping me in this narrow corridor. They are not completely irrational, at least when fighting, they will obviously make some tactical behaviors. However, such behavior has no meaning at all.

I can jump on the wall at any time and use a quick sweep to get out of this envelopment instantly. However, on this night, of course it is better to knock them down completely. I hope someone is paying attention to the situation here. If I defeat the weirdness and hope that people hiding somewhere will have the courage to run out and rush to the chapel, that is the safest place I think at the moment. I am alone, even if I am only a porter, how many people can I rescue? Maybe I can walk around the entire gathering place in a few seconds, but there are many people who resist me and resist weirdness. Because of the erosion of their minds, there are many people who have become unreasonable.

Even if I take them away forcibly, how many people can I take away at a time, and how many round trips and searches are needed to rescue all those who may be alive? In the final analysis, although I act fast, in the face of such anomalies, it is no longer a big advantage.

In the next second, I appeared beside the weird dog in front of me. Before it could react, I used a sawtooth knife to pick it up and hit it **** the ground, creating a huge movement. I have been doing this all the time, so weirdness is constantly focused on my side. Relatively, people escaping from other places will also become safer. I think so. However, I am not sure what the situation is. .

It is a better way to let most of the weirdness approach me, and then I will kill them uniformly. but. Different people will have different ideas.

I have heard someone swearing. He swears at this tragic fate and swears at hunters like me. Although I think it is only myself now. They are hunters in the true sense, but this gathering place did contain other hunters earlier. These hunters arrived at the gathering place, just like everyone else. Hidden in certain buildings, resisting the approach of others, they have lost their hunter mentality, even if the skills still exist, but their hearts are not stronger than ordinary residents.

There are also some weird religious activists. When I passed by their hiding place, I was immediately driven out with a stern word. I can be sure that some of them are also alienated, but. They insisted that they could solve it and rejected my interference. And I don’t think they really have a solution.

In this gathering place, there are many behaviors that are very unwise to me, as well as all kinds of ugly thoughts, but I can’t reprimand them with a magnificent stand, because words are not Of any force. They close their hearts. It is impossible to listen to any good intentions, and even misinterpret good intentions as malicious.

The weird pounce of the vicious dog is like slow motion, projected in my mind, a combination of fast-sweeping super power and chain determination. Let me feel like a duck in any orderly behavior. In the blink of an eye, the sawtooth knife split them into two, and their screams made the girl cover her ears tightly, her face pale.

When I came to the place where the more familiar residents lived with young women and nasty men who had never seen them before, the house where they were hiding had collapsed. The lights haven't gone out yet, but looking out the window, you can feel the mess inside. I yelled a few times, and when I thought they were all dead, so I was about to turn around and leave, the figure of the young woman appeared by the window.

"Ahem...you are here, hunter." She seemed to be injured, and the figure imprinted on the glass by the light bends in pain.

"Let me help you...

"No, no one can help me. This is fate. Even if you save it now, there will be no change in the future." The young woman's tone was full of calmness that could see through fate. She knows many things, but I'm not sure what she thinks, but I can only imagine that she is a pessimist. In fact, when the doomsday is unfolding before people, pessimism is a normal emotion.

"Oh...cough cough...you still have a child with you." The young woman coughed again, "Do you think you can save her?"

"I don't think I am working hard." I replied in a deep voice.

"It doesn't make sense." The young woman said, but she didn't seem to want to argue, so she changed the subject and asked: "Are you going to the chapel?"

"That's the safest place I think right now." I said.

"But it may also be the most dangerous place...cough cough...in the end, it is also the most terrifying, more terrible than death..." I heard her breathe deeply, "You will know, hunter , Sometimes, death is the salvation that fate gives to each of us, and surviving...cough cough...will only become more and more desperate, more and more fearful."

"Your injury must be treated." I think she is a bit bad.

"It's useless, it's too late. I'm going to die...cough cough..." The figure on the window stood up, seeming to be closer to the window, she seemed to be looking at me and the girl, "I knew I was certain I can’t get through this deep night...cough cough...but it’s okay...all I want is to choose my own death."

After that, her figure shook hard, something collapsed, making a heavy sound, and then, it was like a strong wind blowing through the hall, making a clear sound, the room she was in, suddenly Become extremely bright. In less than a breath, I saw it, and the flames were coming out of the gaps in the doors and windows, spreading to the whole house. The flames swayed in the gale, and the graceful and weak figure stared at me and the girl in the flames.

The sound of wind and fire engulfed most of her voices. The only thing that was communicated to us was a slight cough and a cheerful laugh: "...cough cough...hehehe...I can choose to die. ...Hehe...but what about you? Hunter...leave here and do what you want to do...hehe...all tangible will be destroyed, all activities will stop...hehe... I will enter a dream that will never wake up..."

The sound like a dream, sent away by the wind, I suddenly woke up, the young woman's figure has completely disappeared into the raging flames.

There was a low roar from the other side. I turned my head and saw a tall and deformed body that suddenly smashed the wall and jumped forward. It has lost its original appearance when it was in a normal human form, but since it came out of that building, Shiyou** is the man with a bad voice. His current appearance is much more miserable than a young woman. Perhaps the young woman is right, and she is lucky to be able to choose to die. At least, she wouldn't become the ugly thing in front of her when she burned to ashes.

Weird stood firm and threw a fist at me. It had four arms in total~IndoMTL.com~ four consecutive punches, so fast that the air was compressed and made a huge roar. However, for me, this level of attack is still too weak. When he put away his fist, I had already landed on one of the arms with the **** my back. Then, I took a big step forward and swung down the sawtooth knife.

The crazily spinning jagged teeth screamed joyfully, biting this huge weird neck. Its neck and neck are covered with sarcoma, and its cortex is thick, but it is also like butter in front of a serrated sword.

The blade chopped off the entire neck, and under the blessing of a quick sweep, it cut the flying head into countless pieces. I jumped over the headless body, and after landing, I didn't look back. The words of that young woman seemed to untie me, I was just a hunter. Even if I don't attract the devil, there will be more conspiracies to plunge this gathering place into the current tragedy. In fact, I have known this result a long time ago. I am worried about it not because I am ignorant, but because it is a part of human nature. As a human being, I still feel sad and sad for the things I cannot do. Pain, even if reason reminds me, this kind of emotional fluctuation is actually unnecessary and useless.

Soon, I caught up with a group of survivors who fled. There were a total of eight people, all adults, but they looked dangerous under the three weird siege. Their fear is one reason, and the other is the mystery of the weird, and the means that ordinary people can fight back are ineffective. (To be continued.)