Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1916: The Cthulhu Descends II

The invisible behemoth is about to rise from the place where there is nothing, the huge shadow is already moving on the earth under Father Xi Sen, and the more evil form in the sense is constantly on the huge red moon. Deformation, no one knows what it is. ? Both brought a strong sense of fear to Father Xi Sen, making him seem to have come to the end of the world, where all tangible things have been decayed, and even time and space have been eroded, and those visible and The invisible seems to have come to the border of existence and non-existence, like reality and illusion.

Fr. Xi Sen’s mysterious power has not been deprived, but in the face of more mysterious and powerful forces, Father Xi Sen does not think that this is simply a concept of "strength and weakness", but something more profound. Meaning is driving. Some things that I cannot understand and cannot observe, some phenomena that are far away from my own cognition, are growing on a level that I cannot realize. Although he didn't see it and couldn't really feel it, the sparks that happened to flash from his mind made him believe that this was the case.

In the face of this terrifying unknown mystery, even the magic patterns and critical weapons that belong to the unknown can not bring him the slightest sense of security. In fact, he is very clear that he is being affected by those mysterious forces, whether it is material or non-material, whether it is from the level that he can feel or from the level that he can't feel, this kind of influence is Existing, there is no doubt, because I have been hurt, I feel a dying sign.

He heard a whisper. It was not a voice from the outside, but a whisper from the bottom of his heart, as if he didn't know when, such an abnormal villain had already existed in his mind. When I didn't realize its existence, it seemed that it didn't exist, but when I realized it existed there, it became more and more real. Thinking, grasping one's own heart, tempering one's own will, expanding self-cognition, all the digging behavior of external things, and all the behavior of exploring the inside of oneself, will find traces of its existence, and curiosity will bring Going to its place by yourself is a kind of necessity, a kind of destiny that all the tortured and prosperous intelligent life must face in the leap-forward exhibition and the jittery struggle for survival.

Ah...

Fr. Sisson wanted to sing praises, record, praise, curse, describe all this, including self and external, all the changes that he can feel in the sudden and distorted emotions. , And the meaning that some clues hidden in these changes may reveal. However, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. All the voices only rang in his mind, playing with the terrifying whisper, as if guarding the whisper that didn't belong to him.

Father Sisson can't think of any words to record, describe, praise or curse all of this. He doesn't think he is dementia, but the human words he is familiar with have become so narrow in the face of the grand and deadly evil that he can feel, conceivably, and can be detected from the rational and perceptual level. Just like a small bottle, it cannot hold the water of the river.

So, he just repeated the "Ahhhhh" whine in his head.

The truths that I had hoped to explore, in the face of the signs of horror that have already appeared, seem to be not worth mentioning. No, maybe it should be said that those truths have been revealed in this horrible sign, and when I saw it, I couldn't understand it deeply. The fragile intelligence of myself as a person can only make myself surface when I see the truth.

Father Xi Sen thought, if he could understand all of this, then he would naturally not be so scared. On the other hand, I feel scared, isn't it because I can't understand all of this at all? I want to grow but I don't have time, I want to learn but I don't have the opportunity, I want to trek but I don't have a way, I want to move forward through obstacles, but there is simply a deep cliff ahead. There is nothing I can do to the extent that I can think and imagine.

Ah, ah, ah... I, I, I need, a miracle.

Father Xi Sen's mind can only concatenate this thought in the end: He needs a miracle that is not transferred by his own will, but also will not be transferred for the existence of these two horrible things. He needs a more grand order, even if it is such a terrifying thing, he must follow it, even if he is in this grand order.

However, he couldn't find it, he couldn't see it, maybe he saw it, and he couldn't recognize it.

Fr. Xi Sen’s expression is so distorted, his eyes are protruding as if they are about to fall out of his eye sockets, his ears are about to be twisted into a ball, his nostrils are shrunk so that only two holes are left, his lips seem to be glued together, and the skin on his face appears. A reddish-brown rust color appeared, and the blood vessels seemed to have a meaningful totem texture, twisting and bulging on his face. Even the parts of the limbs that have been prostheticized seem to have been distorted in physical properties, turning back to the color of flesh and blood, and growing tumors.

Father Xi Sen suddenly woke up when a burning pain spread from his right wrist throughout his body. He sensed that his back had merged with the fragments of the structure he was leaning on. Once he got up, he would tear the skin and flesh of his back and the prosthetic structure that had turned flesh-colored.

However, he did so without hesitation. With the help of the power of magic lines, the sharp "wind" is like a whirling sawtooth, separating the back and the structure fragments. Then the heat wandered through his body with severe pain, and the flesh and blood filled the huge wound behind him in a swelling way. Since the prosthesis, he has hardly felt such pain. For the prosthesis, pain is only a signal with complex functions. However, at this moment, this signal has finally changed back to the essence. It is also emotional, originating from the instinctive fears and warnings of human beings.

Fr. Xi Sen knew that he had supported himself and defeated many opponents, as if the righteous body that he could rely on all the way had been declared invalid on this battlefield. Those powers that once made him feel powerful are just an illusion. He has been admonishing himself this way, but when he actually experienced it, he was even more impressed. Of course, he hoped that such a situation would never appear before him. Let yourself see it firsthand.

In any case, I finally survived a wave of invisible, not deliberate attacks by the two monsters. My own weakness, let the other party just exist here, and if I show my own sense of existence a little bit, it is almost dying.

Fr. Xi Sen, who has a distorted figure and ugly appearance, has become a monster in anyone’s eyes, looking up at the sky. He has no way of calculating how long it has been since he was affected to temporarily get rid of this influence. time. In the sky, the earth, and the space between the two, the anomaly that is constantly manifesting doesn't seem to have changed much, but perhaps, there has been a huge change in it, but I can't observe it.

The black shadow in the huge red moon became clearer, but the huge red moon also seemed to be closer to the ground, as if it was only a hundred meters high. Even if it was 100 meters tall, Father Xi Sen couldn't help but feel an urge to bend down. The black shadow is so clear and so close, but do you really see it clearly?

When this thought came to him, Father Sisson felt that he felt something more: the twisted shadow is not exactly a female body, the female body is only a part of it, and around it, it is a group of Flurry, long strips, like branches, silhouettes like tentacles. It is like the trunk of a tree, like the roots of a tree, like a continuously spreading ink, like an ink thread split from the ink, and the female body is embedded in the tree, the center of this drop of ink.

It is an image that can barely be described, but it has never appeared in Father Sisson’s imagination. At the same time, it is full of unexpected and unexpected weirdness, but as long as you see it, you can be sure that it is not a man-made thing, rather Said that it has nothing to do with "human beings", and it is a weird existence that is completely separated from all the systems involved in human beings so far.

In the space on the earth that Father Sissen’s vision can cover, from the distorted scene, from the spatial folds that appear indirectly from the distorted scene, from the invisible part between the layers of folds , Masses of intangible and intangible things are pouring out. It is colorless, but it is also colorful, and the terms used to describe its appearance are actually not enough to describe it accurately, so it has to be so contradictory.

Although Father Sisson can use this contradiction to describe the outflow of the invisible and intangible thing he feels, he cannot further describe what it is like: Does it possess a shape? Is it a gas or a solid? Or are they even smaller particles than atoms? Or is it some kind of energy?

In short, this intangible and intangible thing in Father Sisson’s feeling is like a large mass of soap bubbles. The more it accumulates, the more it touches the ground, the ground will melt, and when it touches the wind, the airflow will stop. There are traces of visible translucent traces left in the air, and when they come into contact with the fire, the heat disappears, leaving behind patches of ashes that are obviously material. Father Xi Sen tried to use a pus on his arm to touch the invisible and intangible thing through perception. A section of his arm was immediately dug out, the wound was smooth, and then a large grow from the section of the wound madly. Tumors are piled up, and the "hand" look is reconstructed from these tumors.

Now, no matter which mystery expert sees Father Xi Sen at this time, he will definitely mistake him as a gray mist demon because of his appearance.

The magic lines are burning all the time, passing the burning pain, and the bracelet-like critical weapon also sparks from time to time. Perhaps it is the efforts of the two that prevent Father Xi Sen from being invisible by this large wave. Submerged insubstantial things. Although I can’t see it, I feel that Father Xi Sen feels that the invisible and intangible thing has bypassed him like avoiding the foul. Touch, just as humans don’t deliberately step on shit.

As long as I don't do anything, just like a stone, and persevere in the subsequent shocks, then this thought came to the mind of Father Xi Sen, who might be safe. But, on the other hand, no one can be sure that the unintentional impact will not kill oneself. These two monsters are so incredible, can they really resist the abnormal phenomena and mysterious impacts they form in their unconscious activities without the need to dodge them?

I still need a miracle. I must rely on a miracle. I have no choice but to wait for some external change to change my current plight. This is the most unfavorable situation for everyone.

Father Xi Sen did not move, but the monsters that descended from the red moon, like ink, like female bodies, and like tree-like tentacles, have been and cannot be observed. You can only imagine the intangible and intangible things that exist from the senses. Start contact. All the strange thoughts that had occurred before the contact, after Father Xi Sen felt that they were in contact, they boiled like boiling water. This is a description, a feeling. Father Xi Sen cannot confirm more of the situation at all, because at this time The changes are so complicated and so intense, but the part he can perceive is almost overwhelming his thinking ability, and the part that he doesn't perceive will turn into an impact and pass by him.

Fr. Xi Sen's body seemed to be delayed, showing a lot of cuts. Perhaps it was the power of the magic lines and critical weapons that prevented him from being really split ~ IndoMTL.com~ Those wounds did not leave blood, and the abnormal growth of flesh and blood quickly made up for the wound, making his body swell up. It was like a fat man with meaty flesh and lumps.

Fr. Xisen can’t breathe because of the huge weight, but in the brain hardware that is still functioning, all his data is normal, and he doesn’t need to breathe at all. He couldn't regard everything he felt as an illusion, but he couldn't regard it all as real, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. He only knows one thing, even if he denies a certain abnormal phenomenon in his body from the bottom of his heart, there is no way to save himself. This is no longer a situation that can be explained by the simple dichotomy of "matter" and "consciousness" in common sense.

The phenomenon caused by these two monsters seems to have the unity of observing things. To explain this feeling in scientific terms, it is like two living unified theories presented in front of you. But, logically speaking, this feeling is wrong, because there are no two unified theories that can explain all things and phenomena logically. Such feeling violates the concept of oneness and oneness. The contradiction between logic and sensation breeds a huge distortion that makes people crazy, just like the feeling of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients when they look at things that do not conform to their own concept of harmony. 8

　　

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