Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 187: The boundary of death two
187 Deadline 2
The wild fighting style seems to put a huge load on the body. No, it should be said that in this enemy’s home court, our physical fitness has been weakened due to certain factors. Collection ~ Reading Network) However, this is all within expectations. Although it is not the way I am accustomed to fighting, after an invigorating battle, looking at the more than a dozen men in black robes lying at our feet, I feel a sense of joy and smoothness in my heart.
This is the past, Fu Jiang told me, but I have never been in the mood for Ranwen Novel.com to understand it. Substitute her whole body into her behavior pattern to understand the thoughts and moods that led to her behavior. This is not something that I consciously tried, but I did it before I knew it. Could it be said that it was a chance event? Or is it the influence given by Jiang in the body? Although I don't know this feeling, I feel that the distance between myself and Fu Jiang has become closer.
When my breath and Fujiang's breath overlapped at some point, a feeling of souls being tightly bound together overflowed from my body.
"It doesn't seem to work anymore." Fu Jiang said, although his tone was serious, but his expression was lightly rested.
"It's also the first time I heard you say this." I retorted her **** for tat.
"No way, I was so embarrassed for the first time." Fu Jiang paused and added: "After being with you."
"You met me when you were born, didn't you?" I was referring to the personality of Fu Jiang, who seemed to be born shortly before Jiang entered the doomsday fantasy.
"I'm really going to return to the resting place this time." When did Fujiang sigh that there was no negative emotions such as despair and sorrow, it seemed to have been heard.
Even if I heard her say that, I have no other way to think of Ranwen.com. Here, I feel the martial arts of the universe, the sacred king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the proud world, the strongest abandonment of the young world, the great Zhou royal family will kill the night **** The martial universe will kill the gods, the gods, and the throne, beg the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the Shao Dazhou, the king, the creator, will kill the gods, the strongest, , Maybe it's not here, maybe it's still sleeping. In any case, I think that this time I can't rely on its power to tide over the storm.
"Is there really no way for Ranwen Novel Network? Achuan."
"I'm sorry..." I sighed, "Under the current conditions, there is no way for Ranwen Novel.com to turn the tide of the battle. However, if there are really uncertain factors, it must be..." What emerged in his mind was the sight of Irene's photo turned to ashes in an inexplicable flame. It is the ashes that drifted away in the wind that brought us to the highway. If there are any doubts so far, it must be these ashes. Irene herself is part of the Tianmen Project, strictly speaking, our enemy. This photo appeared to me in the previous nightmare world, and came with me to the current nightmare world. If it only takes us out of the misty world, it must be a joke.
I have considered the reason for this photo to appear here, but the other party’s intentions have a hazy veil in this fashion, but if you think about it, there is no reason for Ranwen.com to help us. This kind of thinking made me feel a malicious lurking in the depths and had a bad feeling. Nevertheless, in this case, I did not have the ability to stop the opponent's actions. Instead, I had to pin the hope of getting out of the enemy's original intention.
When the photo burned, I realized that we were being used. Among all the members of the Security Bureau, and even all ordinary and extraordinary people who have expanded the scale to the entire town, I am also a very special existence to some extent. This kind of self-consciousness came about when I learned that I was the only one who entered the nightmare world without stepping into the apartment. Thinking deeper, this situation may be explained as that I am probably not. Entered as a sacrifice.
Then, the reason why I entered the world of nightmares is worth pondering. For the past three days, I have been entangled for this reason, but the current situation could not be more obvious-my particularity was noticed by the enemy and I made good use of it. If my usefulness ends here, it is only natural that things like sly rabbits and stray dogs will happen, but if at some point in the future, I still have a place to use, then there will be no survivors here. In the dilemma of reason, an unexpected turn will surely occur.
Since encountering the doomsday truths of cult organizations, I have learned about the internal ecology of cults from many books. The leaders of secret organizations are used to maintaining their own mystery to strengthen organizational cohesion and execution. In other words, the thinking and behavior of the leader will usually remain at a height that ordinary members cannot understand and predict. If the organization to which these black-robed men belonged indeed came from the Mal Jones family, Irene would undoubtedly be a member of the senior leader.
I don’t think about Irene’s photos, how many insiders among these people in black robes. I even suspect that even Sent, who is currently in charge of the Tianmen Project, is not clear about Irene's actions.
The world where Irene exists is a place strictly separated from reality and here. Although that woman, or that woman’s mind-body has been restricted by Sauron in the nightmare world she exists in these ten years, if my worst speculation is correct, then she has been comparing Everyone overlooked the town from a higher angle.
Perhaps from the beginning of the Tianmen Project, she had predicted and considered those things that would happen in the future, and was fully prepared. It’s not surprising that research involving souls like the Tianmen Project has spent hundreds of years without the progress of the novel network. Therefore, even if it was interrupted twice ten years ago, it will be the same as it is today twenty years later. What happened has been enough to prove that this plan has never failed and terminated, but has advanced with amazing steps.
The joy, struggle, and pain caused by the apparent twists and turns of the Tianmen Project, if all of this is in the expectation of that woman-Irene@玛尔琼斯, even out of her own will, Macro-controls that go far beyond the eyes of ordinary people are really terrifying.
This is the worst of all the possibilities I have considered, but it seems that whenever people have a bad premonition, things will always have an avalanche in the worst direction. Therefore, no matter how much I console myself, I cannot completely get rid of the thoughts generated by this inference. Moreover, now I must pray that this is how it develops.
Because, only the next turning point beyond everyone's expectations can break the current hopeless situation.
Although I am very reluctant to think this way, perhaps the existence of this kind of thinking is one of the reasons why I can still face it calmly in the current predicament.
This kind of thought of drinking a dove to quench my thirst must make an unnatural expression on my face, so that Fu Jiang understood it before I spoke.
"In other words, do you want to take a gamble?" Her tone was still very relaxed. She turned her back to me and couldn't see her expression, but the warm feeling coming from her back was not a burning novel. The net is not stiff and reluctant. My fiancée really never cared about her life and death.
However, when I think that she can be so calm because she has entrusted everything to me in a way that ordinary people cannot understand, I can't help feeling the invisible pressure and responsibility on my shoulders.
To cherish yourself is to cherish the people you love—this kind of emptiness and comfort that seemed to be big and improper in the past, but was just a gift to the bereaved dog, was manifested in a very specific form in the middle of the mountain at night.
I can’t die. As long as I don’t die, then the one I love can live. If I die, then everything will end.
"Sorry, Jiang, I actually don't like this gambling behavior at all." My heart is indeed full of guilt. Because, no matter what I think, the current situation is that my bet is the life of the person I love, and it is still in the hands of the enemy.
"But, it's not entirely gambling, right?" Tomie let out a chuckle, "If it was really a gambling with completely unpredictable consequences, A Chuan would not be so calm. Because A Chuan is a top student, even if he doesn't like it. You are already a top student. The things that happened in the past and the impact will not disappear. The behavior and thinking patterns of top students have long been imprinted in your soul. That’s why Ah Chuan seems to be smart, but he has always been a Pure people."
"What..."
"Take it." Fu Jiang's voice interrupted my complaint. Something went above my head. I quickly reached out to catch it. "This is everything I have so far. Keep it safe, my love."
The feeling of dampness, round, slippery and faintly smelly blood, spread from my palm.
Fujie's eyeballs.
The eyeballs that were dug out alive did not lose their vitality because they left the body. The pupils of the eyes were as sharp and bright as crystal, reflecting my face.
No matter how many times I have passed, the curious behavior of holding the organs dissected from the lover still gives me a strong sense of discomfort.
I think anyone who is not a psychologically distorted guy will not like this feeling.
However, this is the most important item and must be kept properly. And the most appropriate way I can think of is--
Open your mouth and put it in your mouth.
There was a commotion in the black-robed man in my vision, and I couldn't help but think badly, even if they were the executioners, it seemed that they couldn't accept this kind of scene with a calm mind.
"Then, before the blood dries, I have to go up." Fu Jiang dug out her eyes and the pain was obviously suppressed in her tone, so she turned her head and glanced at me. Without the left eye socket, there is only a **** black hole left in the left eye, while the intact right eye is full of twice the emotion. I couldn't distinguish the components of this emotion. The majestic heavy rain washed the blood from her face to the ground, and the always healthy complexion appeared sickly and weak.
Then she rushed towards the enemy.
It was less than thirty seconds before we met.
"Five minutes." I followed Fu Jiang and said to myself for a time. This is the longest time I predict this offense will last. In other words, if there is a dramatic turnaround, it will definitely be Happened during this time. This judgment is not only due to Fu Jiang's state, but also factors from the enemy's side.
Actually, I have already noticed the limitations of the gray mist tricks used by these black-robed people. Judging from the previous attacks, these people's tricks are not rich in variety, nor do they all have a strong direct attack power. The power that those strange masks bestowed on them, from the standpoint of a single player, is that there are strict restrictions on the number of types and the number of times they can be used.
If their strength is nothing more than this, then Fu Jiang and I are not without the possibility of ranwen novels relying on reasonable tactics and luck to kill all these people. But keeping a distance from them, and clearly showing the behavior of delaying time, can prove that they must have some kind of killer.
The development of the matter was also as we expected. After the initial commotion, the black-robed man became calm again. This time, because the enemy's positions were scattered, even with my assistance, Fu Jiang, who was unable to cause chaos, slowed down significantly. Although the enemy we attacked also did not show effective resistance, but from another perspective, their attitude seems a bit negative. This abnormal behavior exacerbated the anxiety in my heart.
The first change occurred when we were about to kill the second black-robed man. I carried a corpse to block the gray fog tricks formed from other directions, but Fu Jiang, who had thought to be caught in hand, missed it. The black-robed man spit out the grey mist and suddenly lifted the original spell form, turning into a shield blocking Fu Jiang's fist.
If this is the case, it will not save him from death. As far as fighting skills and experience are concerned, the gap between the two sides cannot be narrowed by a shield. However, the shield hit by Fu Jiang's fist seemed to be shattered, and quickly turned into an upright vortex, swallowing the owner backwards in the blink of an eye.
The black-robed man disappeared silently, Fu Jiang's fist only smashed the remaining mist.
At the same time, a similar gray mist vortex appeared out of thin air at a location, expanding little by little, and the black-robed man stepped out of the vortex intact. He didn't take a look at us. He just fell down and turned over the corpses of his colleagues who had been killed before, as if he was checking whether they were still breathing.
Fu Jiang and I looked at each other, and both noticed the surprise in the other's eyes. This is the first trick that has appeared, and it seems to be quite rare. In that case, this black-robed man must be very special in terms of identity.
It's a big fish.
Fu Jiang gave up chasing down the other black-robed men and rushed directly towards him. Although I don’t know how many times this kind of instant transfer can be used and whether it can be completely controlled, but now that I know that I will never be spared, and all I am doing now is just to pass the boring time before death, then the opponent should pick an interesting one—— That's what the expression on her face says.
I don't know if it's my own illusion, it seems that the light of lightning is not as sharp and bright as before. When I chased Fu Jiang to five meters away from the black-robed man, the fog surrounding me suddenly seemed to thicken.
Trap? I skipped this word in my mind. But it seems too late. Unknowingly, the abnormally gathered gray mist has undergone a certain change. Pressure is coming from the air around me, squeezing my skin from all directions, and I feel as if I have gotten into a bunch of sticky silk glue.
This force is too strong. If an ordinary person is in it, it will be as immobile as a flying insect falling into a spider's web.
Fu Jiang's movements became slow because of this force.
This kind of interference seems to be unavoidable even for the black-robed man himself, but the gray mist in front of him once again turned into a whirlpool, swallowing the black-robed man who could hardly even lift a finger.
I stopped and looked around for the figure in the senior black robe. Suddenly, a force tore me to the ground.
Before I understood what had happened, the black-robed man's body on the ground exploded.
Although Fu Jiang threw me down with superhuman reflexes, I still clearly feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandons the young, the great Zhou, the royal family, the night kills the **** The throne of the gods, the throne of the gods, the gods and the gods, the throne of the gods, the thrones of the gods and the gods The strongest day abandons the imperial clan of Shao Da Zhou to the aftermath of the explosion. Not only a wave, but when I tried to get up, I was hugged and rolled aside by Fu Jiang. The dull sound after another made me realize that the bodies of all the black-robed men in the vicinity had exploded.
Apparently it was the hands and feet made by the senior black-robed man before.
The headache of this gray fog trick is here. Although it has many limitations, it presents rich characteristics in its form of expression, which is simply unpredictable in a battle.
I was pressed by Fu Jiang, only to be pierced by a spattered bone on my arm. The sting made me unable to ignore Fu Jiang's situation. When the explosion ended, I supported Fu Jiang, who was lying motionless on my body, against the pressure in the air, and I saw several bones on her back, one of which had even penetrated her abdomen.
The ubiquitous pressure squeezed the blood vessels in the wound, allowing the blood to flow more quickly, and the rainwater under the feet spread out circles of red.
In less than five minutes, Fu Jiang was already so weak that even if he was supported by me, he seemed to fall down at any time.
"It seems to be over." Although Fu Jiang looked weak and painful, he did not feel any sadness. It was like saying goodbye in the morning and returning to dinner at noon. "So embarrassed... It is nostalgic."
"You almost turned into coke in the doomsday illusion."
"It's no better now than in the past." She smiled feebly.
I looked around at the people in black robes~IndoMTL.com~the thick gray mist covered them. I can’t see the triumphant expressions on their faces, but I feel the martial arts and the world, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world is the strongest. Heaven is the strongest, abandoning the Shao Da Zhou, the imperial family moves the universe, and will kill the night god, God seals the throne, seeks the devil, and the Nineth Heaven is the strongest abandonment The royal family got the will to end the battle from there.
Just like that, I swallowed Tomoe's left eyeball in my mouth.
"Then, let's start gambling." I said in a cold voice.
I couldn't see what the black-robed man did, and there was a whistling sound in the air. Before the form of the gray fog changed, there was a resilience from Fu Jiang's body. She pulled out the vital bones, screamed, and suddenly lifted me up and threw me into the air.
"Go to Achuan."
Then, mixed with the sound of howling and rain, the sound like breathing enters the ear:
I will return to the only place of rest.