Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1865: Helping hands
Father Xi Sen is holding his head, and the illusion that can't be rejected in his mind makes him unable to distinguish where the illusion is born, what is being born, is the illusion. ≈He saw that he was still wearing a "black robe." Father Edward's shadow and voice were like a nightmare from the past. He thought he had forgotten, but realized that it had quietly caught up. All the memories of Father Edward, all the words he said, Father Sisson can ignore and refute one by one. In his independent and mature thought, there are thousands of reasons to prove himself correct. However, when he started to "think", it was suddenly blank, and when he tried not to "think", the blank appeared ghostly, but unable to capture specific thoughts.
I can’t think, I can’t think about it, as if being held tightly to thoughts by an invisible hand, so that these thoughts can only be rotated at a fixed frequency and direction. Father Xi Sen lamented. He felt his helplessness. Even the power of the magic pattern and the power of the critical weapon could not save his involuntary heart.
Father Xi Sen never thought of giving up, but his involuntary consciousness made him feel desperate. What if he "never thought of giving up"? Just when Father Xi Sen felt that he was about to fall into the abyss, he felt that he was suddenly awake. What a familiar feeling, it was like waking up from a nightmare, and in this place, in such a state, it was not the first time he had such a feeling—but every time he was awake, it was like the beginning of another nightmare. .
He opened his eyes, he was still wearing a black robe, walking on weird, scattered, endless corridors, stairs, and aisles that seemed to repeat itself, one after another giant cones, whether in nightmares, Still in reality, or in such a half-dream and half-awake border, people feel a strong sense of existence and oppression. Those elementary lives are looking down from the windows of the cone-shaped building and moving forward. The black robes, and Father Xi Sen felt that their eyes were focused on his side.
It is a very strange feeling. I always feel that these physical beings are about to consciously focus their eyes. Once the focus is completed, they will be "see through", but at this moment, they are just "about to" focus. It just came over, and it didn't really focus. Father Xi Sen only felt that he was stuck on a dividing line between the birth and the unborn, and he seemed to be immersed in such a weird and wonderful atmosphere, unable to extricate himself from it.
Huge ups and downs of emotions, inexhaustible thoughts, consciousness that knows it so and cannot be controlled, dreamlike feelings, involuntary environment, everything that can be observed but cannot be distinguished is real, full of danger The sense of wonder, ambiguity, hesitation and floating, even for a moment, seems to be stretched into eternity, as if oneself was broken down in this moment of eternity.
From a distant place, there was a gunshot sound, which seemed to be slow and fast. After hearing the gunshot, I don’t know how long, Father Xi Sen saw the black robe next to him hit After a stagger, the body exploded like blisters, and the bright red blood bloomed in the air, as if the black robe was filled with blood in the same amount. He poured himself in the blink of an eye, and he even had time to think about it. : It turns out that there are no internal organs in the black robe.
However, even if the black robe is exploded, Father Xi Sen cannot feel the slightest "this black robe is dead", but instead of saying "I think this black robe is not dead", it is better to say "this black robe is originally There is no difference between life and death". Then, this feeling quickly spread to other black robes. Father Xi Sen couldn't help but think that, except for himself, there is no difference between life and death in all the black robes here. And this thought came so suddenly, but it didn't surprise him at all.
One black robe fell, and then more black robes fell. The "wind" of the magic pattern could read the changes in life, like eyes, ears, hands and feet, bringing a clear impression into the table. Father Mori's mind. Thus, Father Xi Sen saw the bullet, the light, the fluctuation, the various phenomena, and how the interlocking attacks that could destroy the body hit the black robe, and these blacks The robe did not resist, as if it was unconscious, like wheat stalks chopped by a sickle, falling in rows, broken, and splashed with blood in the air. In the wind, it was like a sweet drizzle. Corridors, stairs, aisles and walls of cone-shaped buildings visible to the naked eye.
Black robes are constantly passing by, and black robes are constantly falling from their side, in front of and behind them, exploding, and the fierce attacks that should have cleared an area soon, but can’t stop, because These black robes are obviously disappearing at a terrible degree, but when you look closely, they are still lined up in a neat line. They slowly walk along the corridors, stairs and aisles that are swayed by the **** rain, heading towards the unknown place. Far away.
No matter how fierce the attack is, no matter how terrible it is, the number of black robes will never decrease, and the queue of black robes will never be disrupted. They are so silent, but they are not puppets. They have a heavy spirituality that cannot be described, but they cannot answer. What is it that is wrapped under the deep black robe.
Not all black robes were not disturbed by this change. When Father Xi Sen realized that he had stopped unknowingly, in the black robes that seemed to last forever and never changed. In the queue, only oneself stopped, like a dull reef in the flow of people, other black robes rushed up from behind, diverted from both sides of oneself, and gathered together again in the front.
Fr. Xi Sen further realized that he should be conspicuous at this time, and the eyes of those physical beings have reached the end in the process of movement that is about to arrive and have not yet arrived, and his motionlessness makes this process in accelerate. I am about to be seen, and the moment I imagine myself being seen by these physical beings, I can’t help but imagine a hard, terrifying, and hopeless battle-in such a place, with so many In the battle of elemental life, his only end is death.
Father Xi Sen is ready to fight, although it is not clear who attacked these black robes, and what kind of mysterious event is happening here, but if you have to fight, you can only fight. NS.
Just when these changes in the situation are about to be born, have been born, or have not had time to be born, in such an ambiguous, literally narrative, it only makes people feel confused, Father Xi Sen saw the reverse The flow of the black robe lined up, from the front, from above, the figure slowly walking towards him.
This time, the figure is no longer just the image in his mind, but as if he is really standing in front of him. The old, like eyes of pity and pity for the world, the priest's robe full of deep colors and textures, and the face that has been staring at him since childhood, made Father Xi Sen couldn't help but call out his name again: "Father Edward. "
"You are always so stupid, but because of this, I love you, my child." Father Edward finally stood in front of Father Sisson, although the former is older and weaker, the latter is younger and stronger. However, the two are almost the same and can be described as tall and tall. Even if there are not too many similarities in the five senses, they don't actually have a blood relationship, and their temperaments are different, but there is something that makes them not "completely different", making them like a father and son.
"Why... why are you in this place?" Father Sisson originally wanted to say something like "You are dead", but the deeper memories and feelings are the information that can't be extracted because of the inability to think deeply. , As if a channel was opened up, finally came to his mind.
Fr Edward, New Century Gospel, Three Messengers and Witch VV—especially when the cognition of Witch VV came to mind, Father Xi Sen subconsciously understood why Father Edward could be in such a situation. At that time, appeared in front of his own eyes.
"Because I don't want you to die here, die in such a stupid way." Father Edward replied. Although it is a simple reason, it will not make people doubt its authenticity, because it is straightforward and straightforward. The true emotions are indeed being conveyed from the words-this kind of transmission made Father Xi Sen wake up all at once that the place he is in actually exists in the form of ideology, and he is indeed at the ruling bureau ruins. Here, on the route Shah directed, it was just that the gray fog generated on the way home changed the environment around him from a normal physical state to a strange state of consciousness.
The ups and downs of emotions, that involuntary thoughts, that are full of dreams and strange experiences, all are characteristics of the ideological world. And I can't immediately realize that this is the ideological world, and it is also a kind of weird ideological world.
"This is really the sacrificial ceremony?" Father Xi Sen was already convinced, but he couldn't help asking.
"Yes, the sacrifice ceremony has already begun. It is temporarily impossible to determine the core area of the ceremony, but its effects are spreading to other areas." Father Edward said, reaching out to Father Sisson, "I will take you Leave. The scale of this ritual is too big, the effect is very simple, but it is also difficult to resist. You are already in the ritual, if I alone, can not break through the ritual effect, but the power of the sorceress is still You can be found among the tens of millions of sacrifices to open a way for us to leave. Don’t hesitate, this is the only chance you can survive the ceremony."
Fr. Xi Sen left his godfather for various reasons, and stood on his opposite side in certain facts, but at this time, he did not hesitate to grab Father Edward's hand. The temperature of that hand and the strength of its holding seemed to have been spreading from the distant past of innocence. At this time, Father Xi Sen hadn't actually thought about whether this was the effect of the sacrificial ritual if he came to take his Father Edward away. In the evil ritual phenomenon of the Doomsday Truth Sect, it is very common to have some familiar hallucinations that make you feel warm, and to "take yourself away" to achieve sacrifices.
But this time, Father Sisson was willing to believe that Father Edward in front of him was not an illusion—no reason, just believing.
When Father Sisson grabbed Father Edward’s outstretched hand, a light fell from the sky and enveloped the two of them. At the same time, the eyes of the elementary beings in the cone-shaped buildings completed the movement process, focusing On two people. Father Edward seemed to be stimulated by this line of sight. Although the outline was thin, he was actually imaginatively strong. In a short time, it became as if it were all liquid, became transparent, and made a gurgling sound, as if it was boiling from the inside, and bubbles rose. , Rolling on the surface of the liquid.
Boiling liquid human form-this is one of the demonic forms that Father Xi Sen once saw, a form of demons that can produce special effects on the ideological world.
The hand that he shook with Father Xi Sen turned into a boiling liquid, conveying a terrifying temperature. Father Xi Sen felt that his flesh and blood was screaming. Even so, he did not let go of this hand. ~IndoMTL.com~ A kind of traction force came from the beam of light falling from the sky, pulling the two up, the surrounding black robes lined up as before, but the elementary life has noticed the change and is making an attack—this Frame after frame of scenes were conveyed by the "wind" to Father Xi Sen's mind.
The boiling liquid figure began to use his other hand to uncover the black robe from Father Xi Sen, but Father Xi Sen felt as painful as he was being skinned alive. The black robe was on his body, obviously covering the skin, but when it was forcibly pulled away by external force, it looked like a part of his body. If it’s just the pain of the sex, it can be said to be easy to endure, but the pain quickly penetrated into Father Xi Sen’s heart. It can be described as a kind of conscious pain and torture, just like a encounter. The most painful thing in life that I don’t know. It makes people feel that before this kind of pain appears, I only feel that my inner heart is calm and complete, there are no loopholes, and I am determined that nothing will make me so painful, and when this kind of pain appears, I realize that I will be bruised all over my body. .
"It's painful, Xi Sen, then feel the pain." In the pain that seemed to tear his body, internal organs and soul, Father Xi Sen heard Father Edward's voice, and the wind was conveying a certain intense The change made Father Xi Sen feel that Father Edward was protecting himself and fighting against the physical beings. And I was ascending, constantly ascending, as if rising without an end, any attack could not stop my ascending, and finally, I reached that point--
Fr. Xi Sen couldn't help but stretched out his hand to block part of the light, and then opened his eyes carefully. 8
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