Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2048: Pleasure

One, two, three, four, five or six... I cut off the bodies of the ritual performers, hiding the terrible thing deep in them, just like the first ritual performed by me. In the same way, the body mutated, the scream mutated, the musical instrument mutated, and its own existence was shown into that kind of incredible deformation. Twisted internal organs, inhuman blue and black body fluids, black tentacles, spilled in the air and filled the ground, turning the underground hall into a different world with a degree that is not necessarily slower than grazing. Like a place.

These things won’t die even if they are divided into thousands and tens of thousands. Physical damage only seems to allow them to spread in a certain way. I’m not sure whether the scene in front of me can be "diffused" "To describe. The ground material around the brazier has been completely covered by visceral meat and blue-black body fluids, like a muddy swamp of flesh and blood. The squirming rhythm does not seem violent at first, but there is a complicated and sharp rhythm in the details. It makes the overall movement look full of surging power, just like the waves that are constantly rising on the surface of the sea when the wind is calm and the waves are calm. When observing the process of its formation, you will feel that this swamp of flesh and blood will only be a thin layer, but after looking at it for a period of time, it will have the feeling of "the depth of the ocean."

A large number of black tentacles emerge from this swamp of flesh and blood, just like a school of fish emerging from the sea, showing strong aggression as soon as they appear. They will not harass the ritual performers at all, but they seem to have a clear malice for other people who are standing in the swamp of flesh and blood and who can be reached by the edge tentacles, whether it is me or other mysterious experts. It is this malice that makes them less like some kind of mechanical weapons, but more like some kind of alien beings, a kind of opposite monsters that are incompatible with our personalities.

They are alive, and can even think and have emotions. Such characteristics will soon be manifested in their cooperation in the attack. They have a single type, the black tentacles I have seen before, and their attack methods are relatively simple. They are imaginable attack methods in the form of tentacles and spikes. They seem to be completely physical and follow physical attacks. However, All of them can keep up with the degree of raiding, and this alone has shown a high degree of mystery. They cooperate tacitly, interspersed and attacked, just like weaving something complicated. If I were not swept fast enough and flexible enough, otherwise it would be really difficult to break away from such a dense attack network.

There are tentacles and spikes rushing at me all the time, cutting one off, and there are three or four to make up for the airstrike. Even if the time to break through is so high, it still feels urgent. I have imagined whether other methods other than slashing can give them more damage, but bullets, hammering, fire and flooding have all been confirmed to be invalid. Limited by the generality of weapons, I cannot create a greater temperature difference, nor can I continue to create a higher degree of collapse of the physical structure. If you have a critical weapon in your hand, you can probably expect greater advantages. However, with only ordinary weapons, I must admit that I cannot solve these abnormal things by myself, and the entire battle is being dragged into a helpless situation.

Beheading these ritual performers did not give me a greater advantage, nor did it alleviate the problem to a certain extent. On the contrary, it made the visible problems more difficult. Maybe this change is for most people. , Are enough to feel regret for their actions, but for mystery experts like us, it is already a thing of habit. After all, in mysterious events, it is common for such situations to occur. Before really doing it, it is impossible to determine what the result will be. Even if a large number of clues are found in advance, a seemingly complete logic can be connected in my mind. The logic will not necessarily be correct. When the results are used to verify the correctness of thinking and actions, the results often show unpredictable malignancy, error, and catastrophe.

So, in the face of the current situation, neither I nor other experienced mystery experts will feel surprised or regretful. However, it is impossible to come up with a better solution in a short time.

I tried to overturn the brazier, but the brazier was as heavy as expected, and I didn’t have the powerful physical power and the mysterious power that greatly increased the physical strength. Even from the feedback of the experiment, I didn’t I feel that this brazier, which seems to be separated from the underground space, can be overturned or broken with pure physical power. The flame in the brazier is also obviously abnormal, and it does not follow the burning elements of common sense. It also means that it cannot be extinguished according to the scientific principles I know, and there are no more conditions for trying.

I am racing in the swamp of flesh and blood, and I can't reduce it at all. As long as it is a little slower than the last second, I will definitely be caught by these flesh and blood movements. Although this swamp of flesh and blood only uses the "black tentacles" to show aggression, I have a clear feeling, and the parts of the flesh that did not produce the black tentacles are not as gentle as they seem. I also have no doubt that this muddy swamp of flesh and blood will evolve more deadly things.

Before they produced more dangerous changes, I had already left this area and returned to the normal part of the ground. I paused, and the whole world began to rotate at a normal degree again, only the crazy and harsh sound of the ritual performer remained unchanged. The voice seems to be gradually becoming clearer and more understandable. I don’t know if this is an illusion or not, but this feeling gives me an urge to hear more clearly, and I also know that this is incorrect. . The act of listening to these sounds can lead to even more abnormal changes. However, the inability of self-behaviour and feelings is also one of the universal manifestations of multiple mysteries.

From the perspective of a patient with doomsday syndrome, these involuntary feelings, thoughts and actions are the manifestations of the illness. In severe cases, these manifestations are often very frequent. Just like myself, I am always on the boundary between trying to be autonomous and involuntary, and I tend to change in the direction of involuntary control.

The patient's own conditions of doomsday syndrome that can be observed in the hospital's reality are closely and profoundly related to the abnormalities of the mysterious experts in the doomsday illusion to some extent.

So, from the point of view that I can recognize, the changes I'm feeling are by no means benign changes. The vaguely malignant changes are becoming very direct.

I don't want to hear, see, or feel these things, nor do I want to think about these anomalies. Such thinking seems to recognize these anomalies as "true", and I hope they are all just "illusions."

However, the horror of all this is that the life of these situations has nothing to do with personal subjective wishes.

I stopped, the originally slow and quiet world suddenly burst into a huge volume, behind me was the sound of Fu Jiang and other mysterious experts fighting, and in front of me, in the muddy swamp of flesh and blood, What resounded was a voice full of ritual. The screaming and playing of the performers of the rituals without mutation is like calling to some huge thing that exists in the dark. It is praise and fear of it, and it is a kind of extreme fear. Crazy anticipation stirred up. I'm going to hear clearly, to hear more clearly. I don’t want to hear clearly, but the sound penetrates into my mind, muscles, nerves, bone marrow and soul, like a slowly unfolding picture, like a landscape after the thick fog is lifted, like a stream of water gradually becoming clear, like The deep snow that began to melt.

Ah, fear, I feel fear, my whole body is shaking from physical structure to mental state. Even so, I know that this is just the beginning, and that what makes me so scared is still very far away. I have to wonder, when it is close to a certain distance, when I really see it, whether this kind of fear alone will cause me to collapse from the form of existence.

This is different from the fear I felt from "Jiang". The fear caused by "Jiang" came out of my depths—like the depths of my body or the depths of my soul. This sense of fear can only be described as "destruction from the outside in." Although I had an idea at the beginning, the actual situation is still more than I imagined. I am quite sure that the result of this deviation ceremony of the Torchlight will attract something that is different from "Jiang" but is similar in nature.

——eya, eya, asaTo...

I seem to hear such a rhythm, which is indescribable tones and syllables, and I can only use a general impression to transform it into a pronunciation that I can understand, but these pronunciations that I have converted are It is definitely not correct.

Screaming, crazy and distorted playing, explosions, tears, wailing and wild laughs... From all the sounds I can hear, I can feel a mutual interaction with that faint calling sound Correspondence, set off each other's malice.

I can tell which are the voices of the ritual performer, which are the voices of Fujiang, which are the voices of the bog of flesh and blood, and which are the voices of other mysterious experts, but because of this, I can be clear. Earth is aware that there are so many voices in it that are not in it. And these sounds that I can't find the root cause mean that the terrible things that I can't see exist.

There was a period of time, as if it were a moment, as if after a long time, I couldn't get rid of the fear in my heart, and I swept again. And when I paused, I originally thought it was my own thought, but at this moment, I felt that it was not entirely my own thought. I seemed to wake up from a nightmare, my back was completely wet with sweat.

At this moment, the fluorescent powder transformed by a certain mysterious expert seemed to be scattered by a jet of air, and suddenly collapsed above the swamp of flesh and blood. There are certain situations that I have not been able to observe, and those situations are absolutely bad for this mysterious expert, and even fatal. I only saw that the collapsed fluorescent powder quickly lost its buoyancy and fell on the black tentacles and the swamp of flesh and blood. It was swallowed in a few blinks, leaving no trace.

—The guy is dead.

I only have this idea, and my instinct is very positive about it.

A figure flew from the side, followed by a violent explosion. Before I turned my head, the chain judgement had locked this figure: another mysterious expert I didn’t know was a mature figure. Women may have good looks at first, but at this moment, they have been distorted by a huge force, their flesh and blood are blurred, and their facial features are hard to distinguish. The whole body seems to be broken, barely connected by a single thread. The tatters together, but even with such a heavy injury, she did not die immediately, and even made me feel like "Although it is a serious injury, as long as it is treated in time, it can get better." However, in this battle, no one was able to spare time to catch her. The second shadow broke into my field of vision immediately after her. It was a toned body, long and full of joy, shaking with the wind. His smile is Fu Jiang.

The two figures overlapped in mid-air, and the more they were caught with the naked eye, only the degree of interlocking judgment could be observed, which produced a huge impact. The oncoming airflow almost makes people feel that the air directly opposite is about to freeze, so heavy. Fu Jiang’s fist full of terrifying power slammed the body of this strange female mysterious expert without fancy, and the huge power suddenly burst from the body that had become tattered, tearing the body that was originally human in shape to pieces. Blocks, spattered in all directions like bullets.

Fujiang himself, in a more common sense, suddenly stood still in mid-air, and then ~IndoMTL.com~ even the chain judgment failed to observe how she disappeared. When she felt her existence again, she There was already a sound from behind me again-the sound of fighting was the same as before, as if the fighting that came to me before was just an illusion. However, the heavy shock and the splattered flesh and blood are telling me that this is definitely not an illusion. .

I know very well that Fu Jiang’s weird movement is definitely not caused by “degrees”. Fu Jiang, who had only used "normal hand-to-hand combat" to express his own strength, was changing in an abnormal direction. In this frightening deviant ritual, although she disrupted the ritual in behavior, she also seemed to be an ensemble of the ritual. I feel that I am out of tune with everything here, and I feel terrified and repelled by all of this, but Tomie seems to be involved in all of this. The anomaly she has and the anomaly produced by the deviant ritual should be quite different, but But it made me feel that it is shining each other with all these anomalies.

Fu Jiang is very happy. I can feel the unconcealed joy in her words and deeds.

Compared with all of this, I am in, on the contrary, more like an ordinary human being.

　　

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