Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1450: Knight to the death

I can guess what the essence of the Black Raven Rider is, but I cannot prove that if it is a part of myself that Gao Chuan does not understand, then I cannot really understand it at this time. -79- However, since it is part of Gaochuan, it must also have a deep connection with me. This connection may be due to various reasons, such as the reflection of this doomsday illusion, such as the means of alienating Youjiang, such as The deterioration of the disease caused by the "virus", etc., has become like isolation, and it has become an existence that looks completely different from me. However, I believe even more that the bridge between us must not be completely cut off. Even if Gao Chuan's body in reality in the hospital at this time has completely collapsed.

The collapse of the body, the existence of'sex' differences, the split personality, the'essence', the'mistake', and the'chaos', etc., have made "Gao Chuan" more than one. However, if the existence of the will has its truth, Gao Chuan will follow From the past to the present, I have been in despair and have never given up the original intention. Then, this belief, this ideal, this will, this power that bursts out of despair and pain, must also exist in it, his and mine In the body, it supports the bridge that seems to be wobbly.

What I want to believe is not just myself, I also believe in other Gaochuan, not only Gaochuan who is in London, but also Carmen who has become the agent of the doomsday. The electronic demon night crow quark separated from the mysterious sex, and even the raven knight formed by the fusion of the night crow quark and Kar'men.

I firmly believe that whether I, he or it is a human or not, there is such a soul that belongs to Gaochuan, and there is such a spirit that exists in the depths of our souls, and if we will eventually become one, then, This soul, this spirit is the hub that unites us.

I no longer think about who is the primary issue, nor who and who’s plans. All the factors that make me and him different from it, when I put my finger in the eye socket, Has been abandoned. The incomparable pain ran upward along the nerves. Let my brain become blank.

The left eye is twitching, as if "Jiang" is jumping for joy. The soft, elastic and smooth touch, when my fingertips touch my eyeballs, it feels like I am touching something alive. It's no longer an eyeball. My left eye lost sight, as if a curtain fell, and my vision broke at a certain moment, leaving only half of it. However, that lost half. Entrusted with my will, my desire, my heart, my pain and paleness.

I just feel that I am falling into the abyss, and the next moment I feel like being pushed up by a force. The more I rise, the more painful I am. I see the illusion, but I can no longer think about what the illusion looks like. Sometimes heavy and sometimes sharp sounds came from my ears. It's as if sharp nails are scratching across the brain.

I felt the optic nerve break, as if I heard the sound of it.

In all this pain and torture, time seems to have stopped, and the Raven Knight maintains a counterattack posture and freezes before his eyes. It suddenly occurred to me that all these sights are not because my quick sweep has completely surpassed its quick sweep, but simply because my will is being transmitted in this conscious world.

At this moment, it seems that nothing has changed except me, but it is actually changing. [There are almost all the books I want to read. It is more stable and faster than the average site, and there are no ads in all texts.

Because we are in a complex and huge pattern, and I feel it. This pattern is changing drastically in a range that cannot be directly observed when my pain and nerves are transmitted. Whether this is an illusion or a real matter, I don't care anymore. No matter what this pattern implies. I no longer think about it.

All thoughts and emotions are condensed in one point at this moment: I will dig out this left eye, and use the power of "Jiang" to transfer my thoughts, emotions and will in this life, as well as to "Gaochuan" The recognition and pride of this identity were passed on to the crow knight in front of him. Me and it. Will use this left eye as a bridge and eventually become one.

Don’t take who is the leading, and don’t take who is the primary, we are all "Gaochuan", as long as we have this one in common, it is enough.

In the reality of the hospital, I can entrust everything I have to the next Gaochuan before the temporary, and I can also pass this will to the brand-new Gaochuan here. Maybe, that's not me anymore, but as long as "Gaochuan" is enough.

Gaochuan may not only be me, but I am Gaochuan!

My body was shaking, but I couldn't tell whether it was because of pain or because the memory was too deep. The more I dig my fingers inward and dig out my left eyeball a little bit, the pain and horror that involves nerves, it seems to put me in that night again. I seemed to have seen an illusion, and Mae was by my side, stroking my face, staring into my eyes, and telling me words that I couldn't listen to.

I yelled and took off my left eye. It beats in my hand, even if it leaves the body, it seems to be a living thing that can exist independently and has independent consciousness. The moist and lively touch, as if "Jiang" has been watching me, it rolls on the palm of my hand, and its pupils are aimed at me, so that I can see the deep black "color" in my eyes, filling myself Bloody face.

The next moment, the dark Raven Rider gave me a head mallet severely. I took a sigh of relief in the dizziness, and when it raised its head, I pressed the left eye forcibly on that one. The position of the left eye on the face of the mask. Suddenly, more blood spurted from my empty left eye and sprinkled its face. This amount of bleeding made me think that all the blood in my body was sprayed with this one. Clean.

The left eye seemed to have growing soil, and the broken nerve that was drooping was like a tentacle, digging into the hard mask little by little.

The Black Raven Knight, who has never reacted at all, seemed to have the feeling of "pain", and it seemed that the first time he tasted the pain, he reacted more violently. It held its face and staggered back, as if it was about to take off the left eye. However, when its hand touched the left eye, the posture of the arm became weird, like a broken puppet arm. , Suddenly drooped down.

I pressed the empty ‘hole’ left eye, still unable to stop the spewing blood. With a long knife that pierced my chest, I fell into a pool of blood. The touch of this blood is so familiar and nostalgic, as thick as asphalt. I drew out the long knife with all my strength, threw it aside as much as I could, spread it out in large print, and lay in this thick pool of blood. These few small movements seemed to consume all the energy, and I never wanted to say a word.

The body of the Raven Rider in front of him is distorted, as if to imply the distortion in his heart. All its movements and postures were originally covered by the hard and cold armor, like an unintentional killing machine, but. At this moment, this distortion made me understand that it is indeed intentional. Because you have your own heart, it will interfere when the heart of others enters. Will become distorted.

The difference between me and it is greater than the difference between me and Gao Chuan in the current doomsday fantasy, so this distortion will naturally become more obvious. Without other external force, the Black Rook Knight's arm broke off, and the foot seemed to be twisted several times. It fell to the ground all of a sudden, its neck and body twisted and twisted, and the mask began to crack. The eyeballs seemed to go deep into the mask, embedded in its face, and under the cracked mask. What does that face look like? I can't see it, nor can the chain judgment be observed. Under the cracks of the mask, there is only a bottomless darkness, as if the only real organ is the eyeball that constantly penetrates.

The more the left eye is inserted downwards, the more red it becomes. When I can't even see the sphere, there is only one red light left. And the pitch-black Raven Rider was in this posture of being twisted and broken. He bent his head into a pose impossible for humans to do, staring at me steadfastly.

I don't know what it would think if it had a heart. Maybe it's rejection, maybe it's anger. Do you think about such a boring thing as "I don't want to be you"? Will you deny yourself as a part of "Gaochuan" and insist that you are just yourself? There are always these philosophical thoughts in the story. Maybe it will think too, but I don’t think about it anymore.

I just sat quietly, as if all my strength and life were accompanied by thick blood flowing out of the empty "hole" eye sockets. Was ‘smeared’ little by little. I lay in a pool of blood, the thick blood piled up, and before it flowed outward, it was already on my waist. I gradually couldn't feel the strength of the lower body, as if my feet had been dissolved by this thick pool of blood. I lay down, and as my ‘chest’ was also flooded with blood, there was no fear in my heart.

I felt an unprecedented peace, as if in a warm embrace with a faint scent, indulging in a little bit. I just felt that perhaps the end of this indulging is my own death.

I am not sure whether my choices and actions are correct, nor do I know if anyone has observed the changes here, but no matter what the result is, I have no regrets. In extreme encounters and extreme explorations, I did not find any answers, but this encounter, exploration, and choice is just like the answer itself. I have tried my best, and I don't feel that if life can be repeated, I can do better. I deeply feel that the problems I have been facing have never been true or wrong in the true sense, and my choice has never been different between good and bad.

"It's just... a choice." I mumbled to myself, and felt that I was actually talking to someone. Who are you talking about, maybe "Jiang"? Is it Zhenjiang, Fujiang, Zuojiang? Is it in any form under "Jiang"? Or is it a "virus", is it Sakuya, Bajing, Marceau, Sei "Se" and Dorothy?

In the end, even though I still feel stupid, I have gone through so many things and thought about it for so long, but in the end, I still can’t figure out everything. However, I think I can face all this calmly. Whether thinking or not thinking, it is not important anymore. What is important is that I really pushed myself, resisted those psychological and physical contradictions and sufferings, and did what I wanted to do without a moment of slack.

I lay in a pool of blood, gradually being overwhelmed by this thick blood. Before my vision was completely covered, the chain judgement first lost the sight of observation, and then the complex and magnificent magic circle that surrounded us, seemed to bloom Going wider and becoming extremely dazzling. I heard the sound of crashing, like a stream rising, over the stone surface, flowing in all directions, I heard an abnormal movement further away, it seemed to be struggling, but it quickly disappeared. I heard the roar of a flood, the impact of the flying stream, the rotation of gears, and the whispers of many people. I feel that all these are just the information changes that really happen and flow into the brain, but they can’t. Being understood can only be expressed in a visual way, which leads to the illusion.

Something must be happening.

But I have stopped thinking or guessing.

I only know that if I can observe, I must only observe the surface, and the essence exists in my heart and cannot be described.

I have lost any sensation below the neck, and then from the order of the mouth, nose, ears and eyes, I have lost the perception of the five senses. While being surrounded by this warmth, there is a voice from the bottom of my heart:

"I...will die again..."

The next moment, darkness enveloped me.

Another moment, as if only half awake. I suddenly felt that I was in a trance, and when this thought came about, it made me feel sober again. When I feel the body and feel the **** of the body, I open my eyes subconsciously. Then, everything that really caught my eye suddenly made me realize that I was not dead.

To be precise, the feeling of death is so real, but at the moment when you cross the death line, you find that the other side of the death line is not hell, but alive.

I can’t believe it~IndoMTL.com~ but there are no more thoughts in my mind, or that an emotion fills my whole body, so I don’t have time to think about other things. I raised my head, lowered my head, raised my hand, and touched my left eye again. Whether I saw it or touched it, it gave me a very real answer: I am not dead. And, the left eye is still intact.

But what is different. I can't tell what the difference is, but when the memory falls on the dark Raven Knight, I suddenly realize that the armor covering my arm is different from the original impression in many details. There is no mirror here, and I cannot see my whole body, but from where I can see, I can clearly feel a complex and gorgeous charm, which is completely different from the original plain armor texture.

Is...have you merged with the dark Raven Knight? When this "confusion" appeared, there was another question. When I was thinking at this time, was it my past self or the dark Raven Knight thinking? As soon as this question appeared, there was an answer: "I" was just thinking.

I am still me, but I am not the me who used to be, and I am not the dark Raven Rider.

I'm still Gao Chuan, and that's all.