Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1514: Alien shape and state

I stood firm and woke up from a trance. I don’t have any cloaks made of quarks. I wore all over my body just like I was in Jiangchuan’s inherent barrier, but at this time I had already left the circular arena, as if what I had experienced before was just a dream. , Of course, it is not just a "dream". I realize that I have returned to the peninsula again.

The effect of chain judgment returned to normal, but in the blink of an eye, I observed Father Edward's changing demon incarnation. Although in the inherent barrier of Jiangchuan, the humanoid sculpture left me first, but after entering the relatively normal peninsula environment, the time difference between me and it was almost negligible. It is just a step ahead, but it is only a step ahead. The time and distance of this step are of no decisive significance in the face of quick sweeps.

I have not observed the tangible manifestation of Jiangchuan’s inherent enchantment on the peninsula. Like some temporary data hedging spaces encountered in the past, it is impossible to determine its spatial location through normal observation methods. Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan are probably still in the ideological world of volcanic magma, attacking each other like monsters. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to escape easily.

Now, although I am the only one left to face Father Edward, it is better than not being able to keep up.

The headless body of the humanoid sculpture is bending over to aim at his head, and the invisible highway has passed through behind him. When the humanoid sculpture tried to connect the head, I had used the fourth-level magic pattern to reassemble the long knife and quickly swept behind it. Before it had time to react, the blade had already slashed. The resistance passed to my hands is as tough and tough as ever, but with just this intensity, I can still cut it off. Its movement appeared stagnant at this moment. I cut a total of fifteen knives in all directions. In the next moment, a little star burst out from the split crack of the humanoid sculpture, and the star burst was so fast. One flash, it's already close at hand. Even a mysterious expert who is good at high-speed movement can at least dodge with the speed of Novsky's lightman form.

However, I am faster than Novsky of the Light Man.

Quick-sweeping reference is more flexible and faster than the rotation of consciousness, just like the instinct of transcending thinking, at the beginning of the star, it has already catalyzed my speed and reached a relatively faster state. I escaped into the invisible high-speed passage, taking away the seemingly inadmissible distance. Even if the starlight is close at hand, it cannot cross this very short distance, and the distance is still getting longer. Within a thousandth of a second, I could clearly see the body of the starbursts, the gaps between the starbursts, and the trajectory of their movement-they are not real objects, but like a little light, but, The definite aggression presented at this time. But no one is willing to bear it and see what the result will be.

I stepped back, a hundred meters in a flash. The trajectory of the starburst has not changed. According to its original angle, after continuing to shoot out in a straight line, as the distance increases, the gap between them also increases. And I returned from a hundred meters away, shuttled between the stars, before the second one thousandth of a second, I had already returned to the humanoid sculpture, regardless of its intention to take this opportunity to leave. Either take this opportunity to change, or take this opportunity to adjust the direction you are facing. To no avail. Because I am fast enough. Faster than it can bear.

Before it did all the actions it wanted to do, I chopped out a hundred knives and divided its body, which was already full of defects, into smaller parts again. It's just because the speed is too fast that the cut parts don't have time to separate from each other, so it looks like it still retains a whole for the time being.

After that, the humanoid sculpture didn't make any more counterattacks, and it seemed that it was already poor. Even so, I still believe that even if this demon is defeated in disguise, it is not painful to Father Edward himself. If you want to really kill him, unless you find the core weaknesses shared by the ninety-nine disguises, otherwise, in my imagination, you must kill every demon in disguise at least once, but there are common core weaknesses in the nine-ninety-nine disguise. NS? Every time you kill a demon in disguise alone, can you remove the possibility of survival brought about by 999 demons? None of these can be determined by me.

In less than a second, cutting the human sculpture into meat sauce seems to be the limit I can do against this demon in disguise. If you continue to attack, there is no other meaning besides cutting it into finer pieces.

So I withdrew and stretched the distance to ten meters away. There is no difference between one meter away and ten meters away for quick sweeps. When I stopped, the humanoid sculpture began to disintegrate along the wound, as if hundreds of building blocks fell apart at the same time, and the fine materials were scattered all over the ground, but there was no trace of blood flowing out.

The place where we fight is quite remote from the place where other people fight, but for the two behemoths who are the main attackers, the release of the shock is enough to spread to the entire peninsula. There was vibration from time to time on the ground, and the black water fell like rain. As the wind swept across, it slapped on the forest and turf, eroding it sizzlingly. Looking at it, the green of the natural ecology is like a candle swaying, dying. Even if the sun is shining outside the peninsula, it cannot bring any hopeful warmth to life on the peninsula.

The Alien Youjiang River and the Eye of the Moon are still hanging high in the sky, and the Sitianyuan Jia coconut rides the waves of the black water, hitting the giant Saya like a rock. Trees, soil, rolling stones, and buildings were pulled out by strange forces and thrown into the air, tumbling and splashing, roaring, making people feel that the world is falling apart.

I avoided several waves of falling objects from the sky. There were half buildings, three-story trees, mud mixed with rocks, and whatever was full of black water and alienated flesh and blood, the two competed for each other. Erosion is also eroding every substance that comes into contact with them. Every gust of wind was filled with despair and madness, and it also sent countless spores. These spores looked like white Claudia, and like dandelion tidbits, after covering the peninsula, they floated on the wind to the world outside the peninsula.

The raindrops of black water, the fragments of alienated flesh and blood, and the floating spores, no matter what kind of body is attached, it takes some energy to bear or drive away the abnormal changes and deterioration they bring. I feel itchy skin, and every moment there seems to be some foreign body burrowing into the pores, spreading along the blood vessels, muscle gaps and nerves to the whole body. I feel swelling all over, it seems that my facial features are beginning to deform, and these foreign bodies are pervasive. Because the coverage is too wide and too dense. So it is difficult to avoid. Although the physical strength of the fourth-level Mageweave messenger is quite resistant to this deteriorating mutation, it can't be completely safe.

I temporarily used the fourth-level magic pattern to construct the sheath of the long sword into an umbrella shape, but when I left the inherent barrier of Jiangchuan, the environment was already so bad that I couldn't avoid it at all. Although the speed of attacking and killing human-shaped sculptures is fast, they are also completed in exposure to this harsh environment. If Father Edward could be killed in this way, it wouldn't hurt to expose him for a while. But at the moment, it seems that there is no need to do so.

Following the wind, the black water, alienated flesh and spores carried by the impacted storm are so dense that the opened umbrella cannot be completely isolated, just like in a storm, even if you wear an umbrella, you can wear a raincoat. Like being wet. Even so, my physical abnormality can still be maintained at a balance point that is not so good, but it can't be talked about completely deteriorating.

The fourth-level magic pattern is constantly absorbing the aftermath of temporary data hedging, and the data hedging is raging on the peninsula at this time. It was already stronger than Jiangchuan's inherent barrier. I feel my physical condition, and I am also guessing that maybe my body is resistant to this erosion. It depends not only on the inherent strength and mystery of the body, but also on the use and efficiency of the fourth-level magic pattern to hedge the aftermath of the data. Although I can't let the power of the fourth-level magic weave fully act as "strengthening the body", based on the data hedging the environment, the increase in the body of the fourth-level magic weave messenger is still within the scope of logical approval.

Every second has passed, my body has become more adaptable to the current harsh environment, and the discomfort caused by those alienation has obviously begun to weaken. A large part of my attention is still on Father Edward. The human sculpture that was chopped to pieces. It is also being covered by black water, alienated flesh and spores, but. Either way, I don't think it is a threat to Father Edward-on the other hand. Even if the fragments of the current human sculptures are sizzling, as if they are corroded and transparent, and are producing disorderly mutations, I still have an intuition that this change is likely to be beneficial to Father Edward.

If you have any evidence or clues, then you might as well recall the origins of Heishui and Saye.

Regardless of whether the Saya virus or the Trojan virus, in all the intelligence, Father Edward brought it-whether they existed before Father Edward is temporarily unproven, but whether it is Edward The priest’s control over Saya, or his dedication to Heishui in the peninsula data hedge space, is enough to make people guess that whether it is Heishui or Saya, their characteristics are not beyond Father Edward’s expectation. Of course, Father Edward may also have. Various methods to restrain or use them.

Inorganic substances and organic substances are stirred together, and the semi-liquid product formed is the eroded form of the human sculpture in front of you. The flesh and blood that looked like mud, and the flesh and blood of cement, began to squirm before it solidified. This squirming is full of the breath of life, and it is full of disgusting that makes it difficult to keep your eyes on it. It is like all kinds of "forbidden things" described in occultism, and it is a foreign body that should not appear in the natural ecology. , Is something that cannot be produced through natural evolution.

It makes a smooth and distorted sound, like a scream, but also like the sound of a body being broken. Just when I adapted to the abnormal reaction brought by the harsh environment to the body, it also began to change further. My adaptability is still one step faster than its mutation, even if it's just one second, the quick sweep is enough to stretch this one second to a length sufficient to launch multiple attacks.

So, I raised my umbrella with a knife, and jumped into the invisible highway. In an instant, I came to this mass of nothing, and I don’t know how to describe it vividly. There seems to be no difference in its shape regardless of front, back, left or right. , But when he turned around and cut it down with the second knife, there was a feeling of being bitten from the mass. I dragged the long knife out, and the blade was really bitten by a mouth full of sharp teeth. This non-human mouth was connected to something like the intestines, and it was stretched to ten meters away and there was no end.

This group of things that don’t know what it is, seems to have been opened up, and the intestines fell off the ground, but although it looks disgusting, it does not mean that it has been injured—because it is not human at all.

The mouth snapped off the blade with a click, slammed it to the ground, and was dragged back by the connected intestines. From the flesh-colored cement and mud-like flesh and blood, a pustule bulged suddenly. The pustule broke from the inside, revealing a half-human body. This half of the body has no head, no left half of the body, and no lower body. The palm of the right hand suddenly twisted into a ball, and the fingers became soft like bones, stretched, and shaped like tentacles. The fingertips of the index finger grew even more. An eyeball. The mouth that was dragged back by the intestines was picked up by this weird hand, merged together, and embedded in the twisted and tangled palm.

"It's disgusting, Father Edward, is this what you like?" Faced with the unknown, I took a few steps back and asked.

The right-handed monster opened its mouth and made a rhythmic hissing sound like an answer~IndoMTL.com~ It was very sharp, as if it had penetrated into the ear, and it pierced straight toward the heart, but it couldn't make people understand the meaning. However, in my impression, this rhythm and pronunciation are somewhat similar to the unique words of the doomsday truth cult wizards. If the pronunciation of wizards is lingua franca, the pronunciation of this right-handed monster is probably a dialect.

"Can't even speak a language that ordinary people can understand?" I said to it.

The sound made by the monster in the right hand also changed to this: "Even...the reconverter...can...exhausted speech...sizzling...sizzling...swipe...kawika... Did you wipe...?"

Are you repeating my voice? I couldn't help but think about it, it's like a baby babbling. What kind of state Father Edward is at this time really makes people wonder.

The monster with the right hand swayed, and it looked like a half-headless humanoid beckoning the right hand. In addition to the index finger with the eyeball, the four tentacle-like fingers that had become soft and long were drawn like a whip, and they were sharp. The breaking wind. I have already observed that at the moment of swinging, the four tentacles begin to harden and become sharp, just like real blades. At this speed, even the giant wood that two people pack together can be cut in two.

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