Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1513: Sacrifice
Saya’s power has eroded one-third of the mountain city. Even if he did not directly contact these abnormal flesh and blood, there would be a certain chance that his body would suddenly transform into this abnormal flesh and blood. To read the book·1 book käa·nshu·erosion is not only done through the contact of flesh and blood itself, but just like the power of turning inorganic into organic and twisting organic has penetrated into the wind. , A large number of invisible spores, hidden in the gray mist and ashes, flow and fall along with them, and explode when contaminated.
Neither the structural material of the tube nor the structural material of the security guard can completely resist this force. Even the elementary life, a small part of the body has been transformed into flesh and blood.
The part that is converted into flesh and blood will become fragile, and the difference in its structure and carrying capacity will make the movement of any object unbalanced. However, it is difficult to achieve arthropods by eliminating these flesh and blood, because although these flesh and blood are also carbon-based structures, they are in a state of constant proliferation because of certain mysterious forces. This proliferation is based on matter, but it is not. It is not necessarily a substance that can be seen by the naked eye. If the vacuum is maintained, will this proliferation continue? I don't know, but no one seems to have tried this right now. I have also thought that even if there are only subatomic particles, as long as the particles exist materially, then Saya's abnormal blood and flesh proliferation will continue to operate.
Mystery experts and gray mist demons must also face this kind of oily anomaly. "As long as it is in a material state, even the product of a mysterious phenomenon, it may be eroded by Saya and then transformed into an abnormal flesh and blood." It can be proved by facts. Therefore, when this fact is born in myself, I will cut off the alienated part of myself, even the hands and feet, and then rely on the impetus in the invisible high channel to move myself forward.
What I have observed at the scene is that the only demons that have not been eroded by Saya’s power are the demons that alienate Youjiang and Father Edward in disguise. Alienated Youjiang’s own mystery may be the guarantee against Saya’s abnormal flesh and blood erosion, and Father Edward probably is because he is Saya’s "creator". Even the wizards in the sky have been unable to remove the abnormally reproduced flesh and blood on themselves because of the maintenance of the "Tianmen". Unknowingly, many people have become "floating, squirming flesh." But even the "wriggling flesh", the mysterious power it produces, is still being absorbed by the "tianmen".
As the "Tianmen" becomes more real, there will also be flesh and blood threads climbing up the gloomy texture. Furthermore, I realized that this door is becoming materialized.
Because, so far, only in the material state will it be affected by Saya's power. ?? One ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The flesh and blood of Tianmen, even if it is only minor, is enough to prove how terrible Father Edward's results are. I don't know what the expressions under those masks look like. Facing the terrifying creation of Father Edward, only on the surface, the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Sect have gradually fallen into a disadvantage. I can't help but imagine. When the repeater of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Las Vegas repeater are connected because of the existence of "Tianmen", will Saya's abnormal flesh and blood spread to the repeaters of the Doomsday Shinrikyo? And does Father Edward have the idea of relying on Saya's power to erode two repeaters at the same time?
The predecessor of the repeater is the Night of Valpus, which is a special temporary data hedge space. If Saya’s abnormal flesh and blood erosion is limited to "material", then a set of cognition and The analytical method regards any temporary data hedging as a kind of "material transformation". And this kind of cognitive concept is closer to the alchemy doctrine in occultism.
Any "mystery" that I have encountered can be met by the idealistic theory of consciousness. It is also possible to find the context from the material science, but also to find specious references from the ancient mystics handed down. No matter from which one of the three to understand all the others, or the concepts of the three are mixed. Looking at everything with a confused cognition, it is also possible to complete a world view that regards "mystery" as an existing existence. And every mystery expert also has such a worldview that can be explained and self-recognized in his own logic.
The world of the doomsday illusion is so wonderful. It is a doomsday to observe the world only from the perspective of the doomsday illusion. There are options and possibilities that are not available in the observation of the doomsday illusion from the perspective of the hospital reality. Painful, sad, but undeniable, it is also magnificent, bizarre, imaginable, and unimaginable, understandable, and incomprehensible, all in a kind of real The face exists here. These complex and changeable, uncontrollable, intertwined existences give the doomsday illusion itself a kind of warmth that the hospital reality does not have.
I sometimes feel that my attachment to the doomsday fantasy may also have the warm feeling of greed at work. However, it is precisely because of this that I want to return to the reality of the hospital more and look for the cold reality in the reality of the hospital. If the reality of the hospital is the real "reality", then I think it shouldn't be completely cold and cruel. ?A read the book w?ww?·1?k?a want n book s?h?u·
I want the world I see to be warm, and I want the world I observe to have vivid and magnificent colors. Perhaps "coldness" and "logic" are the foundation of the world, but as long as Where there are "people", completely cold and logical, it must be wrong. Even if it's not wrong, I don't like that kind of world.
I want--
I look forward to--
I long for--
Such thoughts do not have a specific image, but always have a hazy outline. But this is enough, because I want a lot, what I look forward to is like the sea of stars, and what I long for will not stay. Therefore, they are collected only in this hazy appearance, as if there is no one in the same group. Shape of light.
Even when I was the most miserable, most painful, most unable to think and unable to tell, I still knew that there was such a light in my heart. Even if I fall into the bottomless abyss in nightmares and hallucinations, even if unreasonable fear erodes my soul, this beam of light still exists in the depths of myself, and the personality of "Gaochuan" is constructed with it as the center.
I imagined it this way, I understood it this way, I tried to recognize it this way, and believed that in my own depths, there is really such a light, which accompanies my every move. What you think, spread warmth.
Then "Gaochuan" will become tougher.
I walked swiftly in my imagination, wielding double knives in hallucinations. Passing through the enemy in my thoughts, and in the useless effort of trying to understand that I couldn't understand, I fell again and again and stood up again and again. The body pain never stops, and the wound has not completely healed. The blood will flow out, and the mixed thoughts will be like the foam in the washing tub, and they will flow up in an instant, as if they have swallowed up their own thoughts. When my body is still in motion, after an instant, I will still wake up. Even so repeatedly, I couldn't knock down the strongest figure, and I couldn't support me for more time in front of Alien Youjiang, but. As long as I can exercise and think, it is enough to prove that I have not fallen yet and I can create more possibilities.
The long knife I tossed bounced on the neck of the body life. Before it could react, I had already reached its feet, grabbed its right foot, and used it as a weapon to sweep the surrounding area. Security guard. He threw it on Alien Youjiang who passed by in midair. The structural body of the elementary life was cracked by the alienated Youjiang in mid-air, and blood grew from the cracks in the cracks. At this moment, my feet were also reproduced with alienated flesh and blood, which was connected with the alienated flesh and blood on the ground. I chopped off this foot with a left-handed knife, and then jumped forward. In front of me, the invisible high passage fragments instantly connected into a tortuous passage.
I shuttled around dozens of mysterious experts in critical condition, and when they were dead and there was no way to escape, I broke all kinds of anomalies that surrounded them. Tugged them into another battlefield. I just drove endlessly like this, just as if I was the wind, the lightning, and the surging waves. As long as the battle continued, I would not stop. The fourth-level magic pattern is like an infinite ammunition library, providing various weapons, including swords and halberds, as well as bullets, and an endless stream of data hedging phenomenon, resulting in an endless stream of aftermath, which can be found in every place on the battlefield. It was absorbed, and at the same time it was absorbed, it had been transformed into the armor on the body, and those combat artifacts that seemed to be born out of nothing.
Every second, I am looking for possible flaws in a very short period of time, and I am also searching for the optimization of the armed match based on the real-time situation. Every minute will be cut into hundreds of thousands of copies, using each of the time to try to understand the various strange changes around, to correspond to the corresponding production of the corresponding props. Sometimes, even strange things that have not even thought about it, seem to be born by nature, are born by the power of the fourth-level magic pattern, and immediately play a shocking effect in time.
I can clearly feel that in this painful battle, which seems to be squeezing imagination and vitality, I am changing into something that I don’t even know what it is. Then I admit that this is still "I", but "I" is no longer human. I am a monster, and I can compete with those terrible monsters, fight, and even kill their kind.
I worked so hard. However, the results of the chain judgment continue to tell me how bad the situation around me is and is still getting worse. The mountain city made of tubes, full of mechanical feeling and ancient stone, its internal structure is so intricate, all people who can be temporary companions under immediate conditions are swept by the fierce battle, like being washed away by a huge wave. The corner of discrimination. And I couldn’t drag them out of the trap at the same time. So, surrounded by security guards that seemed to create faster than destruction, the mysterious experts died one after another, disappeared, and disappeared, but I was very It is clear that not everyone of them hides, and indeed many of them are truly dead.
Unconsciously, standing above a wrecked tube wreck, I looked around, leaving only an endless gray ocean of security guards. It seems that there will always be only a few points left in this gray-white ocean, and even if only these few points are left, the existence of fighting in that place has already accounted for 80% of all the explosions and shocks on the scene. Alienated flesh and blood are like green floating objects in a pond. With the gray-white waves splashed from time to time in explosions and impacts, they are lifted up in the air, torn apart, and falling with residual foam, but then they are the same as those floating on the gray-white sea. A large piece of flesh and blood formed into one piece.
The range covered by the gray-white texture of the structure has passed the fixed-point observation range of quarks in the sky, and has exceeded the 10,000 meters covered by the original giant magic array, which was completely submerged by the tube at that time. The top of the mountain city has risen a lot. Standing on the tube, looking down, the original "surface" seems to be a hundred meters away, and the deep underground cracks are also filled with structures. I don't know how deep it is. Then, in the depths of the pitch black, the light-like dots began to flicker.
The places that I can observe by relying on chain judgment have completely lost the natural state of the peninsula, and have completely become part of the unique style of the ruling bureau ruins. In the style of this ruling bureau of the Victorian Heavy Industry Materialized Zone, the layers of flesh and blood that can be seen everywhere make people feel a disgusting alternative.
Above the sky, the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Sect did not know when they had been completely eroded by Saya’s alienated flesh and blood, turning them into soft flesh that was invisible to human figures, but still wriggling, still giving people a strong sense of life. Tuan~IndoMTL.com~Tianmen" has fully emerged, but one-third of the area is covered with Saya’s iconic flesh and blood. There are silk threads like spider webs that penetrate the gray fog and turn the tumor-like flesh Connected to the Tianmen where one-third of the structure is fleshed and fleshed, if you regard it as a closely related whole, you can feel the rhythmic agitation that is transmitted through the silk thread and back and forth between the tumor flesh mass and the flesh and blood Tianmen. ——They are alive, just like an alternative life, a miracle created by a mystery that ordinary people can’t touch, even if they look so ugly that it’s hard for people to have a good impression on them. From its body, produce any beautiful imagination.
When seeing this scene, all the good emotions will be sucked away, and all the negative emotions will grow wildly with the fog and ashes that darken the world and the wind of never-ending despair. Listening attentively, you can only hear a faint sound like a nail scraping glass, whispering a language that cannot understand its content, the rhythm is like prayer, like a poem, people want to cover their ears, but it is difficult to refuse to listen .
The sound and rhythm are so familiar that I can't help but recall the scenes I experienced in the past apocalyptic illusion in the Heavenly Gate Project of Mar Jones's house. I know that that is the unique language of the wizards of Doomsday Truth. (To be continued.)
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