Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1509: Everything is turbid

Whether it is Father Edward’s demon in disguise, Novsky’s light-man form, or the mysteries that the other three mystery experts have not shown unique phenomena, they are like chicken tiles in the sudden acceleration of alienation in Youjiang. Dog, vulnerable. Alienating Youjiang's strength is not only the abnormally corrosive red color, the mystery that has swallowed the Moon God, and the many eye-catching weird phenomena surrounding her, but also the performance of "itself is a mystery". Even if there is no obvious sign, her mystery is not reduced at all. Even if it is just a gesture, few people can resist it. On a certain level, her mystery gives me the feeling that it is closer to Fu Jiang.

No weapons are needed, she is the strongest weapon herself. There is no need for more phenomena, she is an abnormal enough phenomenon herself. Even the crazy left eye and the mysterious red scarf cannot conceal her various advantages as the ultimate weapon. Success in the face of the advantages.

She is so powerful, intuitively powerful, as if there is a stage light invisible, no matter how ordinary its appearance is, it will always shine on her. What's more, her appearance has never been ordinary. I think she is like an actor, a leading actor, and she is also treating herself as the only leading actor on this battlefield. It’s just that the protagonist alone cannot make up a drama, so she is waiting for us supporting actors to do our best and burn everything. , Wait until we have all our own light bloomed, to set off her.

Yes, she has been waiting, strictly controlling her pace, tempting us to unlock the cards one by one, so that the audience seems to be in the dark. To appreciate the excitement and frustration time and time again-as if telling these secret audiences that the ending of this story has been expressed so clearly, it is precisely because the supporting role interprets the ups and downs of the plot again and again, and every ups and downs will Step by step approach to the well-known, very clear. The end has long been doomed.

For the protagonist, for all the audience who treats the protagonist as the protagonist, this must be an old-fashioned ending, but the process is still a wonderful drama, also by those eyes that are hidden and unknown. Pay attention, but, for not thinking of yourself as a supporting role, or maybe. Although self-confessed to be a supporting role, but still unwilling to fate supporting role, this is what a painful drama.

♀style_txt;I am holding a pair of knives and Mercedes-Benz. The moment I entered the speed-sweeping state, Alien Youjiang also synchronized the speed. We are so fast, we are close to each other, in the eyes of other people-no. Maybe others can't collect information about the movement between us if they only rely on their naked eyes-but. In such a high-speed state, my thinking still has enough time to diverge. The high speed for others is just a normal run for myself. The speed at which I and Alihua Youjiang approach each other is felt. I'm afraid it's just the level of "ordinary people's 100-meter run".

My thoughts flowed up and down. Without the interference of alienating Youjiang's consciousness, the rhythm of the ebb and flow was so familiar, full of instant sense, but unable to describe the specific outline of the tide. I can't tell exactly what I thought of. Among these many thoughts, there is always one that is extraordinarily clear, and there is always only this one that is extraordinarily clear. I feel like the natural wind is blowing over my body. Maybe it feels that the wind is coming oncoming, but in fact it is also gently blowing behind my back.

I am surrounded by this thought, this emotion, this sensibility, this indescribable sense of sight, engulfing, engulfing, flowing, ding-dong, and there is a rhythm echoing in my mind without a clear note. , It just makes me feel that it seems to be a melody.

Then, the double knives rotate, turn back, hit, hook, and cut with the body... I listened to the auditory hallucinations, felt the perceptual hallucinations, and made every bone and nerve in my body dance lightly. I feel like I’m dancing, accompanied by the desperate and crazy wind, smell, atmosphere, sound, and the ebb and flow of thoughts in my heart.

I and Alihua Youjiang crossed by, and there were countless collisions within one second. Some of these collisions were like sinking into the sea, some of them lifted each other, some you went up and down, some left and right rushed, sometimes There will be a lot of sparks splashing, making harsh cutting or tearing sounds, sometimes silent, but there are bursts of tingling, sharp pain, and dull pain, as if the body is pierced, hit by a giant hammer, and Sharp cutting, broken bones, burned nerve-like pain. Sometimes, as if nothing happened, we missed each other, but then it was an incomprehensible phenomenon, squeezing into my eyes, even closing my eyes could not prevent those indescribable images from appearing in my mind.

Heaven and earth seem to have been turned upside down several times, and once completely disappeared. I felt as if I had fallen into a dark abyss, and then crawled out again. The first sight I saw when I opened it was still Alienated Youjiang that was full of malice. Face. I feel so difficult for me, and she is like a urchin playing with ants and frogs.

The blood I vomited was licked by her, and I was torn apart by her, and the internal organs were played in the palm of her hand. When I approached, she never chose to retreat, but when I tried to evacuate, she Then entangled tightly. Her every move, every slightest emotional change, can't make me feel, and she has had critical moments.

Yes, there is no danger, no rush, no urgency, no hesitation. It's like a naughty kid happily picking up a basin of water and pour it all into the ant's nest. Then, when the ants crawled out, they smiled and grinned the little things that were floating, broken hands, and struggling desperately, one after another. , Full of playful emotions and rhythm to step on. She didn't think about the pain of the ants, and sometimes she didn't deliberately trample them to death, she just stomped her feet purely.

I can kill a third of the doomsday truth sect wizards in one second, and in front of Alien Youjiang, thousands of attacks in this second can’t make me even have a chance of winning. "a feeling of. I can’t do it with my own words. I have been mentally prepared from the beginning. I need more people. No, it should be said. I have to rely on more people, their plans, conspiracies, even these. Plans and conspiracies have caused pain for me and others. Not what I agree with, nor what I expected.

I dislike them, induce them, and intersperse my own plans in their plans, just like turning myself into an abnormal cell in the camp that is alert but not paying too much attention to-I have always known it. What I have done may be benign to others for the time being, but in the end it must be vicious.

My heart is full of entanglements and my behavior is full of hesitation. I think I am hypocritical, but I will not give up this hypocrisy. I don't want to use any means to achieve my goal, but. Every step I take always happens to be at the critical point of "unscrupulous".

My thoughts keep my emotions in a state of negative self-loathing, at a very short level of self-awareness, which makes me desperate and makes me feel that what I long for is actually peaceful death. However, I can't die yet, I'm still doing my best. Let yourself not just die like this.

What is the hope I want to grasp? After the swelling thoughts. I feel like I am forgetting something. But even so, I was still swiftly swiping, wielding two knives, and once passed by Alien Youjiang. While feeling the pain, the wounds on my body opened again and again.

Two seconds. I was already bruised all over, and the blood from my forehead slipped into my eyes, making everything in front of me seem to be covered with a layer of red gauze.

"...It's so hard to be a hero." I said to myself with my swords in hand. I don't know what I am still thinking about at this time. I just know that countless thoughts of unknown shapes are still growing, countless emotions are still intertwined, countless thoughts are twisted into twists, and I can no longer distinguish where the head is, where is the tail, or what kind of color it was originally. Only at this time, I raised my head and saw the mysterious expert who was holding his head and rolling on the ground, standing stupidly, with a distorted face, suddenly let one of the turbid and rolling minds clear the consciousness—it turned out to be Alienated Youjiang. Interference with consciousness has already begun.

However, not everyone has completely lost the ability to act in this feared conscious intervention. At least, the monsters are still operating in their own way. The one who succeeded me in front of Alien Youjiang seemed to be the four-armed demon in the Black Nest. After being punched by Alien Youjiang, his body froze for a moment, and a large number of red silks grew from the place where it was hit. The silk entangled and grew, spreading along the surface of its skin that seemed to tremble with pain. But in the next second, another monster with four faces caught the demon with four arms-each of the four faces showed different emotions, or sadness, or calm, or tyranny, or pain, its The lower body is a huge sac, but compared to the physique, the four-armed demon is in front of it, like a hand holding a steamed bun.

It is a gray mist demon, but it is also a disguised form of Father Edward. At the first sight of it, I felt that way. The demons on all sides stretched out their hands, and a large amount of gray mist was stirred and turned into faces with four different emotions. Every breath it breathes will arouse a lot of thunder light, thunder light penetrates the wind and sand, jumps in the unpleasant air, and also wraps around the alienated Youjiang. Its screams are like human voices "hum" and "ha". Every time this sound is made, the earth will tremble, and the black water and flesh and blood will splash together, and it will also splash towards the alienated Youjiang.

These flesh and blood come from the super-aggregation Saya. Saya didn't join the battlefield at the first time. Her huge body seemed to be heavy that bones could not support. It collapsed, and then the wasteland land full of inorganic sand and gravel, centered on her, bred a lot of flesh and blood. Sand becomes cells, stone becomes organs, wind seems to gush from organs, and black water is like some kind of vomited body fluid, pus dripping from broken flesh. In just a few seconds, the area eroded by flesh and blood expanded to several hundred meters. The place where I rested is soft, and the flesh and blood climbed up along the foot, and the skin was itchy, as if the flesh was swelling and twisting under the skin, and it also blended with the flesh and blood under the feet.

With every breath, Sayana’s original female body shape collapses, swells, and is distorted into a monster that is closer to a monster visually, or, in other words, a super-huge squirming flesh that "I don’t know what it is." . I even feel that the smallest particles in the air are also being eroded and turned into alienated flesh and blood, which enters my lungs as I breathe, takes root, and alienates my internal organs.

There is a kind of confusion in the senses. The rhythm that echoes in the mind is becoming weird, making people dizzy and nauseous. The smell of drilling into the nostrils is getting muddy. There is a sticky feeling between the teeth, straight to the throat. Drilling, when the wind blows across the skin, it is no longer pure despair and madness, it is a feeling of being dyed with other colors, just like falling into a dark abyss, but discovering that the darkness that envelops oneself is not Darkness, but some other kind of dirty black juice.

I started walking consciously, and for a moment I woke up again, just in time to see a big mouth emerging from the belly of the four-faced demon in disguise. It grabbed the four-armed demon and stuffed it directly into this big mouth. Alienated Youjiang went in and out of the huge mass of flesh and blood named Saya that had completely lost its human form, and made it riddled in the blink of an eye. More mysterious experts are also trying to get rid of Saya’s irrational , There is no bottom line, and it ignores the erosion of the enemy and me

In the sky~IndoMTL.com~In the magic circle connected by the gray fog spells of the Doomsday Truth cult wizards, there is a thick and tall gate that is full of heterogeneity and sacredness. And when I looked at this door, I couldn't feel the slightest kindness at all. It released a voice, echoing in my mind, as if calling something, but the call was not beautiful, and it made people tremble. I suddenly felt that this door had a sense of familiarity, and a name stood out from many complicated thoughts-Tianmen.

The "Tianmen" of the Tianmen Project. Let the night of Valpus become the most vivid and core embodiment of the many transformation links of the repeater.

This is the "Heaven Gate" of the Doomsday Truth Sect. It is the embodiment of the repeater power of the doomsday truth sect. It is made with the power of the repeater as the core, and is dedicated to the gate of the "Holy Land" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo.

When I watched this "gate", there was a lot of conceptual information describing this "gate" flowing into my mind.

In this world of repeaters, the Doomsday Shinrikyo has opened the door to its own repeater world. I realized that they completed the most direct connection between repeaters. (To be continued.)

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