Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2060: Intruder

In the depths of the file's consciousness, I can no longer feel what her final spiral strike turned out to be. Judging from the state of the file's body in front of me, it is obvious that it will not be over casually. That crazy and great power may have penetrated the human collective subconsciousness, but if it really caused an impact in the human collective subconsciousness, I should also bear the impact at this time. However, I feel nothing, just like everything usual. And such an unidentified situation is also the source of fear. He is clearly telling himself that some terrible and major change must have occurred, but he is completely unable to observe the relevant traces.

After looking away from the file, I once again exhausted all my observation abilities, including chain determination, to examine the conditions inside and outside the underground hall at this moment. I only felt that time seemed to continue at the moment I entered the file consciousness. , The same did not produce unexpected changes. Those crazy screaming ritual performers, the flaming brazier with billowing black smoke, the group of onlookers who looked at the ceremony, looked strange, as if even the mysterious experts whose souls were absorbed by this weird and crazy ritual, including me The remaining "old friends" that I know are all in a weird but seemingly long-lasting atmosphere, maintaining a posture of repetition and never ending as always.

Where is the progress of the deviation ritual? What has changed since before? If the previous battles between me and other mysterious experts and the abnormal changes that occurred on the file inevitably produced some kind of promotion, then, where is this promotion manifested? None of these questions can be answered from the scene. Every detail that I can observe indicates the ominous as always, but it seems that it is just that.

It's terrible. The more rational to analyze and look at everything here, the more frightening people feel. I almost want to leave, but I have a reason not to leave immediately. However, in such a stalemate, it does not seem to be a solution. Compared with the time when the decision was just made, the various abnormalities that occurred before made me no longer able to confirm whether it was appropriate for me to continue to kill other people in this underground hall. If all the killings I do are contributing to results I don't want to see, then the only choice I have is to do nothing.

I followed my instincts, concealed in the shadows around me, and tried my best to observe the changes afterwards from an out-of-game perspective. I have to find a new entry point that I can convince myself to make myself act. Any action at this moment will make me feel like an impulse—I don’t know whether this intuitive decision is correct, but the mystery expert has always been based on it under incomprehensible and unpredictable circumstances. Acting on my own intuition. I am not a smart person, my cognition is full of limitations, and my judgment is by no means excellent. Aside from the intuition of being a mysterious expert and the "Jiang" in my body, I cannot really make the absolutely correct choice. In that case, I can only believe in my intuition. I believe that the essence of this intuition is the guidance of "Jiang".

I must believe that this crazy and terrifying third party intervenes, neither the "virus" nor the "Jiang" would like to see it, but it will fight back from their level—it is definitely not the ability to defeat the monster Human, but the monster itself, or... another monster.

The stronger the fire in the brazier, the thicker the shadow in the underground hall. When the figures of the ritual performers are hazy by the jumping fire, when the ritual performers turn into black silt The strange shapes began to circulate around the brazier, as if they themselves constituted a continuously active magic circle. When the mysterious experts around by onlookers issued a depressive, inhuman bass like rolling out of the throat, it seemed like a vegetable. When some physical changes began to occur in the file, the invaders who had been advancing towards the underground hall finally found the right entrance, and their brains rushed in. Their movements were so loud, even at the entrance. All the hard substances shattered and collapsed under this powerful force.

The thirteen body beings spread out in all directions at the first moment, like a big net splashing out. More than 20 Nazi officers with military ranks, wearing overcoat-like uniforms and broad-brimmed military caps, always maintained a close and orderly group. There are also the gray mist vortex that suddenly appeared in the air, and the doomsday truth sect wizards who gradually emerged from it, including ten formal wizards wearing masks and hiding their bodies in cloaks, and also wearing masks but dressed up like modern people. There is no difference between an elite wizard, and a full-body armor, with a metal wing, a winged knight suspended in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of security guards poured in from the smashed gap in the underground hall. However, when these violent security guards rushed towards the brazier, the appearance of the underground hall began to change more drastically. . This change first comes from feeling, and then it rises to the details that can be seen by the naked eye. Before it can be confirmed, the ground appears to be corroded. After a layer of force is scraped off, the texture of flesh and nerve appears. And creepy. The black smoke lingering above the brazier also began to change its image at the same time, as if something weird was about to emerge.

I don’t feel that the changes I feel are all illusions, but the whole deviance ceremony is indeed exuding a kind of power that makes people hallucinate and illusion. When I feel the existence of this power more deeply, the whole hall is The appearance changed in an instant. That layer of abnormal flesh-and-blood nerves that eroded the ground had spread to the side and the top of the wall at some unknown time, and the uncovered parts were closed like a skylight, giving people an urge to leave and escape. The sounds made by the performers of the rituals, whether they are their own sounds or the sounds of their musical instruments, have a damp and muddy feeling. When the air comes into contact with my skin, I clearly feel it. To that evil, hideous and chaotic malice.

This malice was not directed at me alone, but directed at this space. I blinked my eyes. Before the invaders could do anything, sparks had already fallen from the top of the zenith, just like a continuous stream. Like drizzle.

Some of these abnormal phenomena are just illusory phenomena, but some of them will have a strong impact on matter. In the chain determination, the security guards who rushed out first, ignoring the weird changes, have already been infected. The shell of the supposedly strong structure is softening, and the flesh and blood nerves that proliferate are increasing their volume and changing their appearance. The deformed human-like appearance of the security guards increasingly changed in an inhuman direction. More soft tentacles grew on the arthropod-like hands and feet. On their arched backs, huge sarcomas were split and bright. Huge eyes came out, and then, on their mask-like faces, blood and tears flowed out, the eye sockets and mouth were opened, and countless messy tentacles poured out. In an instant, these things that even the mystery experts are afraid of have become even more ugly aliens.

These mutated security guards have given me a strong mental shock, and this shock is not only from the visual senses, but an inexplicable force is stirring my thoughts and emotions. Especially when these deformed security guards enter the mud that the ritual performer turns into, the tentacles from the depths of the mud plunge deep into their deformed body, as if the two are integrated, but there is also a kind of incompatibility. The feeling of —— I only think that this kind of out-of-fit is actually the final feeling of this mutation, they will not become more harmonious, because this is a simple manifestation of chaos, this kind of out-of-fit is enough to make people crazy The emotion of the witness is like turning the witness into a hygienic patient and obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, forcing people to face their most unbearable situation.

Now, I know that these security guards who would destroy the ritual have just become part of the deviant ritual. And the abnormal changes that have occurred in them are not over yet, and it feels like they are still being transformed by this abnormal and distorted power in details, and they are becoming stronger and more weird and crazy every moment. The other invaders just stood quietly in place, seeming to be waiting for something, or testing the patience of other camps. Here, I can clearly feel that although there is cooperation between elementary life, Nazis and Doomsday Truth, the estrangement and contradiction between them is so obvious and profound, and their previous connection in action is like an illusion. .

Of course, no matter from which side, I never think they have the possibility of cooperating to the end. However, in the face of the weirdness displayed in this underground hall, whether these guys will cooperate sincerely or do their own things, or nakedly regard the other side as opponents, still can not be seen from this silence. Moreover, even though the weird phenomena caused by the deviant rituals have been more active so far, it cannot be said that these invaders cannot contend with this degree of weirdness. After all, these invaders themselves are also part of the weirdness.

Before these invaders started their new actions, the mystery experts who had been watching the ceremony, including my old friends, seemed to be attracted by something indescribable, and their faces did not know when they had changed. They have to be bloodless, gaunt expressions and dull eyes, but they can't say that they are listless. The feeling of their whole person makes people feel a certain kind of activity that is inconsistent with their appearance, as if they are being produced inside their own body. The huge energy, even the body can no longer restrain this kind of energy expansion.

The performer of the ritual is more excited. The harsh, untuned instrument sounds have a synchronous rhythm. Although they are monotonous notes, which are unacceptable rhythms for humans, they present a certain sensibility beyond hearing. This kind of fascinating attraction is like savoring a bitter taste, but it will eventually make people fascinated by this bitterness.

I almost wanted to make a move. Just follow the previous plan and kill my old friends. However, it is the wizards of Doomsday Shinrikyo that act faster than me.

I don’t know when the gray mist has diffused around these wizards. When the gray mist becomes more dense, it will be sucked away by the black mist surrounding the brazier, showing a snake-shaped mist band above the head. . Even so, the rate of increase of the gray mist still surpassed the speed of black smoke absorption. The wizards who were concealed by robes and masks stretched out their index fingers, just as I have always seen, the gray mist condensed on their fingertips. , But it did not constitute any offensive magical effect. Instead, it turned into a text that was difficult to recognize, and only felt that it was not a normal human language. These texts are like swimming tadpoles, and even the lines that make up the text are always swaying. , Like a strip of living earthworms.

The living text patterns continue from end to end, spreading in all directions with a wonderful sense of order ~IndoMTL.com~, imprinted on the ground, walls and ceiling, seemingly to cover the entire underground hall. The elite wizards and armored knights dressed up by modern people are like guardians. Although they can't see their expressions, they can see their prudence in the details of their slightly changed postures. .

The words imprinted on the ground, walls and ceiling did not stop their peristalsis and distortion. When they touched the parts of the alienated flesh and blood, they produced a corrosive sour smell and made a sizzling sound. The flesh and blood began to rot, and the text became dim. The two feel like they are eating each other while vying for the ground, walls, and zenith. It can be seen that the wizards who spread these words and patterns are not relaxed. Soon someone screamed harsh and desperate. The body under the robe began to swell, and the black and green thick juice fell from the robe. Sticking to the ground, it immediately turned into muddy spots, and tentacles grew from the spots, trying to entangle the wizard, but in an instant, it was trampled by the elite wizard on the side.

One wizard after another has changed. Their desperate screams are no weaker than the crazy screams and music of the ritual performers. These crazy sounds are mixed together, and they don’t make people feel abrupt, as if The situation should be like this. However, the text patterns composed of the gray fog spells of the wizards still occupy a part of their own territory from the entire alienated underground hall, with a kind of weird tenacity, to resist the abnormalities that have already occurred.

I know very well that this is the ritual of the Doomsday Shinrikyo, and this ritual is indeed as I thought, and it has a strong conflict with the deviant ritual. The two seem to be unable to coexist. The malice and phenomena that it exudes are also There is a faint feeling that cannot be confused.