Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 236: Marionette

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The "door" was originally not just a door. Before that, it was more like a part of some kind of huge equipment. Collection~

Reading Network) There used to be countless lines and pipes spreading on the door, like tentacles or blood vessels, extending to the top of the gate. The steam generator was as big and heavy as the first industrial accident, but there was a wonderful super Realistic machinery. When seeing this "door" for the first time, the wizards threw human sacrifices into the door.

The "men" is chewing and digesting, just like the food eaten by organisms is dissolved by gastric acid and excreted along the organ ducts. In this process, the conveying pipeline is like a snake body that eats too large prey. As it swallows, a certain section is swollen and moves forward. The old wizard who made the mask opened the gate of the exit, and the thick black liquid poured into the cauldron with a splash, stirred slowly, and when it was picked up, it was already a sheet of masks.

When I first saw this scene, although the location of the "door" gave rise to the idea of ​​"entrance to the mental hospital", it was intuitively just a part of a mask making machine.

Mae and I set foot here again. The wizards who lined up to receive the masks and the old wizards who used the cauldron to make the masks have disappeared. The huge mechanical combination with "doors" as the main body is no longer used for sacrifices and mask making. More than one hundred wizards were constantly hovering around the "door". Some people squatted or sat, or even stood by the door in a daze, some people kept muttering to themselves, spraying gray mist from their mouths, throwing them in change. It slowly evaporates in the middle, some people are writing something crazy on the paper, and some people directly depicting circuit patterns one after another on the ground, as well as formulas like chemical formulas written with unique marks, and the rest are going back and forth among this group of people. , Record and summarize the achievements of each person, and deliver them to other people in need.

There were black robes, plain clothes, and soldiers among these people, but the vigilance disappeared like a bubble after everyone fell into a state of concentration and fanaticism. They are so dedicated, maybe because of the black robes on their bodies, that the appearance of Zhenjiang and I did not disturb anyone.

After the "door" was embedded in Irene's photo, a huge change occurred. The meaning of "door" was truly established for the first time, not just an altar, an artificial "stomach", a mask made Part of the machine.

The last time I used it to enter the temporary data hedging space in the Peak District, it may not be a normal way.

The huge hand sticking out from behind the door may be just a flash in the pan.

So these wizards are here to deduce the principle of the "door" after the mutation, and find the normal way to open it. If all doomsday forces and phenomena are regarded as objective technologies for the production and application of "God Particles" instead of seeking mysterious rituals subjectively, then the process of mastering this power and scientific research work is not Ranwen Novel Network is too different.

When talking about the "sacrifice" and "alchemy" methods of ancient wizards, it will remind people of "ignorance", "roughness" and "mystery", but even modern "civilized", "precise" and "advanced" "The scientific research methods are not lacking in blood and cruelty.

The scene of ignorance and science fiction coexisting before my eyes makes people feel like they are in the gap between ancient and modern.

The wizards in front of me have not achieved the desired results by Ranwen.com, and I don't know how long it will be before they succeed. Nevertheless, these wizards who are responsible for studying the "gate" should be the most outstanding group in the "street" in terms of research ability. If they all die here, it will undoubtedly have an extremely serious impact on the strength of the Mal Jones family.

If you have time, it’s okay to wait for them to find a way to open the door, but I don’t have the patience and choice of Ranwen Novel.

I have my own ideas on how to open the door. This method is a bit crude, absolutely not humane, and it hasn’t been verified by Ranwen Novel Network-whether it’s the summoning of the devil, the construction of the descending circuit, and the similar ones that appeared in the underground base of the descending circuit offensive and defensive battle. The "doors" all have the same feature, that is, when they started to operate, they all carried out "sacrifices."

This method is undoubtedly inherited from the thinking of ancient wizards-as a human being the length of all things, the purest "God particles" are most likely to exist. The purer the mind, the stronger the spirit and the strong, the more likely it is to extract "God particles" by taking it as a sacrifice.

After the appearance of the "God Particle", an unknowable reaction occurred immediately, resulting in a strange phenomenon. It doesn't matter if you can't understand this process, as long as you keep practicing, you can find the rules and obtain a stable application method.

Whether it’s the summoning of the devil, the construction of the descent circuit, or the creation of the “gate”, what mechanism is used and who is the first to discover the method? There is no answer to this type of question. , But to use these ready-made existences, just follow the concept of the original creator.

Since the age of their existence cannot be determined, isn't it natural to think in the direction of "ancient heritage"? When the existing scientific research methods cannot crack the core of its technology, "blood sacrifice" is the best choice.

The three elements of devouring people, sacrifices, mysteries, and demons are fully reflected in this "door". Therefore, if the wizards here are regarded as sacrifices, there should be some reactions.

When I told Zhenjiang this idea, she happily agreed.

"So smart, Achuan."

"Stop complimenting me, A Jiang."

Those hundreds of people were sacrificed as sacrifices-when such thoughts came to my mind, I didn't feel the slightest hesitation and abnormal emotions. When did it start? The hesitation, self-blame, and hatred of killing, even the enemy, once felt unbearable, but these normal emotions and emotions disappeared before I even noticed it. However, he was not happy at all.

I am becoming ignorant of myself. No, it should be said, I don't want to understand myself like this. Even if this change is attributed to the oppression of the environment, the last resort, the price that must be paid to realize the dream, the obnoxious imperceptibility, and the existence of magic veins, etc.; keep telling yourself that the enemy is not worthy of mercy, and the enemy must be killed. Death, the other party will not forgive death, but this way of thinking can't get him free.

No matter what the reason is, killing should not be peaceful, nor should it be justice, this should be correct-this idea is not non-existent, it is just that there is no emotional resonance. Speaking is only language, writing is only words, nothing more.

As I silently looked down at the people diagonally below, the high-speed curse passed by Mae’s lips like a flying bird. I think I should be sad, but sadness is just a word in my memory.

I really don't feel sad at all, and there is no mercy.

I don't remember the people below, even if they have done something that hurts the world. Nor will they be considerate of them, even if they may be honest people. I just watched them meaninglessly, hoping to imprint the moment towards the end in my mind.

Maybe one day, I will become indifferent to the death and injury of my relatives and friends. I once felt horrified and sad about such thoughts. However, the emotional meaning of these emotional words is getting weaker and weaker. I don't know when they will become pure two words.

So, if you have one more person, you can't forget that you have met them in your life.

Alas, there is always no choice.

The flow of air became turbulent, and a huge amount of gray mist gathered in the hands of Zhenjiang from all directions along with the strong wind. The unusual movement awoke the wizards who were immersed in the research, and they immediately discovered me and Mae floating in mid-air.

"What's the matter?"

"Who are those two people?"

"What are they going to do? What spell is this?"

"Who are you? Stop the spell quickly"

"Stop idiots, this is an enemy attack, don't you understand? Attack them quickly"

The wizards have become a mess, but about one in ten people still focus on the work at hand. If anyone accidentally disturbs them, they will be yelled at. The wizard who looked up in surprise retreated at a loss, and suddenly ran into the wizard who hadn't moved his body, and was even tripped by someone who was squatting on the ground without raising his head. Some people pointed at us, some people looked at each other, realized the danger for the first time, and made counterattack orders and gestures. Less than one-fifth of the number of people.

However, it may be because of the long time being too slack and unable to correct the thinking from the state of research. Whether these wizards are in black robes, plainclothes, soldiers, or soldiers, they can’t be before Zhenjiang’s spells are released. Make the right defense.

The gray mist condensed into a cross lying flat above Mae’s raised right hand. This cross was so huge that Mae’s hand grasped the center of the cross, and the bottom end of the cross extended to the distance "door" "Only less than half a meter, as if the entire top of the mountain was filled with this cross.

Countless thin lines are shot from the cross. When the wizards were gradually wrapped around their limbs by thin threads or plunged into their bodies, their movements immediately solidified. It's not that the wizards tried to cut the thin threads or dodge to the side, but these threads projected from the artificial dark clouds are as dense as rain, and when they pounce on them, it is like a gray river pouring down, both It is impossible to cut them all off, and they cannot be avoided completely. As long as it is entangled with a thread, the movement will become sluggish and even lose balance, and then it will be entangled by more threads.

The wizards called and fled in panic, and the silk thread came to them so quickly that they didn't have time to finish the spell at all. Even if a bullet was shot, it would be useless to hit Mae. I can only watch the people around me become sculptures and freeze in place, and then I become one of them. After a few breaths, the chaotic scenes and sounds became calm as the tide receded.

Hundreds of wizards stood still in front of the mental hospital in various postures, as if their time had completely stopped. The wind and rain slapped on them, and the roar of thunder rolled over, making this scene even more treacherous.

"Go and dance, clowns." Mae said without emotion, and the cross above his head began to shake.

The wizards' bodies swayed stiffly, their necks, hands, or feet, every movement was like rusty joints, moving an inch, pausing for an inch, so repetitively, weird. Someone kept hitting the person next to him, and some even had their joints broken in the opposite direction. They felt painful just by seeing them, but the owner of the limbs couldn't make any sound.

They who are controlled by the silk thread are undoubtedly Mae’s marquee dolls. Under unskilled control techniques, step by step towards the "door". Even if the hands and feet are broken and the head is accidentally twisted to the back, the body will be dragged by someone and continue to move forward.

The rustling of shoulders, the sound of differently planned footsteps, are seeping through the thunderstorm little by little.

They just kept walking like this, touching the "door" with no resistance, and then being sucked in by the "door" that seemed to fall like a living thing. The "door" has never given people a sense of bluntness. The submerged wizard is like falling into a swamp, stirring, swallowing, and splitting limbs constantly emerging and sinking on the door, and finally disappearing. Because the pipes and most of the lines entangled in the "door" have been removed, it is impossible to know what they have become and where they have gone.

Mae shook the huge cross. From beginning to end, no wizard could get rid of her control. As the figure keeps failing to enter the door, the loop pattern on the door flickers with purple light. At first it is a dot, which passes through a section of the loop like a meteor. As the number of wizards entering the door increases, more star points are in the loop. The different positions of the flashing, flowing, turning circle after circle, the messy trajectory merged in a certain loop, getting brighter and brighter, until all loops seemed to be separated from the door.

The circuit of blooming brilliant light makes the "door" more mysterious and unpredictable. The texture of the "door" also gives people a feeling of solidification, like a swamp drying up quickly and turning into a hard rock. In the very center of the "door", where Irene’s photo was originally attached, there was a mark of Mar Jones’ cross. With this as the center, a sharp light flowed from above and below. Gradually, the light looked like The center line of the door splits, blooming from the inside to the outside.

This change is not rapid. When the door gap formed by light becomes more profound, there are only more than a dozen mages who have not yet been swallowed by the "door".

It seems that as long as you push hard, this "door" will open.

There is another abnormal fluctuation in the air. When I came, I said in my heart. The whirlpool appeared in the field of vision one after another, no matter the ground or the sky, it surrounded me and Zhenjiang from all directions. The mages controlled by Zhenjiang have not all been sacrificed yet, but they can no longer hesitate. When I felt this way, Zhenjiang seemed to know what I was thinking, giving up control of the huge cross above his head, flapping his wings and shooting towards the "door".

The vortex blocking the front was passed by Zhenjiang before the figure of Ranwen.com appeared. We did not enter the vortex. Instead, the vortex was cut after Zhenjiang passed by. With a stab, I crossed Zhenjiang's shoulder and saw these vortices split in half and quickly collapsed.

Most wizards can’t get out of the destroyed vortex. What will happen if they stay in that dark space? This is not recorded in detail in the information I have obtained, but only in the memory of the bartender. , There has never been a record of Ranwen Novel Network Wizards returning successfully under such circumstances. Therefore, a small number of wizards struggled to squeeze out of the collapsed whirlpool, and only the limbs that successfully extended the whirlpool fell to the ground.

They were divided into two halves.

The spells attached to the mask have a strong contingency and individuality.

The spells that a wizard can use are all solidified on the mask. From the moment the mask is successfully made and worn by a certain wizard, the type and number of uses have been fixed. Therefore, not all wizards can perform this teleportation technique. For the "street", wizards capable of teleportation are important strategic resources, and there are no black robes, plain clothes, and soldiers.

The magic used by Zhenjiang is too random and powerful, so it feels like it does not depend on the mask. This is a situation that has never been seen in the memory of a female bartender. However, because her head is completely covered by the helmet, it is not certain whether she can use spells without a mask, or whether she can use spells by creating a mask on the fly.

Only one thing is certain, Zhenjiang can use teleportation spells that the bartender "Sa" can't use. Her spell types and abilities have far surpassed Sha.

Perhaps the strong recognition of "Sha", or the realization that the current Mae is stronger than the original Sha, so the street hunters will be the same wizards who can use teleportation spells. Because if there is no such magic as Ranwen Novel Network, under the power of Zhenjiang's flying machine, it can only be beyond the reach.

However, these people are still one step late. Before they appeared, ~IndoMTL.com~ was destroyed by Zhenjiang's teleportation spell, and with the help of the power of the dive, two wizards who were stiff in front of the "door" slammed into the door. When Zhenjiang tried to push the "door" after the sacrifice, the "door" had become a thick stone-like door, no longer possessing the ability to swallow.

This door is so heavy, even though you can’t see Zhenjiang’s face, you can still feel the martial arts from her movements. The king of the Great Zhou Dynasty will kill the gods at night, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest in the Ninth Heaven The **** seal throne asks the devil proud of the world to be the strongest in the Ninth Heaven to abandon the struggle of the young and big Zhou imperial clan to her.

You can’t push away with just one right hand.

"Let me down, A Jiang."

I jumped onto the ground, held my hands on both sides of the light of the crack, bowed my waist, buried my head, and pushed the door inward at the same time as Zhenjiang suspended in the middle of the door. The crack-like light in the center became more and more dazzling. And continue to expand. Obviously, I didn't hear any sound in my ears, but there was a door opening sound reverberating in my mind.

Yeah----