Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 257: Saya is coming

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The sound seemed to be coming from the front, but as the sound got stronger, it seemed to come from a more remote place. Please remember that our crazy "crazy" sees the sound of hand beating become louder and louder, like the tide, one wave after another rises, the next wave pushes the previous wave, and one wave is stacked on top of each other. It was like countless insects crawling around, and soon there was the sound of heavy objects being pushed down and glass breaking, and the sound of striking steel, just like the devil’s roar from the depths of hell, with another heart. With the beating sound, gradually, more hearts beat. I felt these agitating sounds constantly chasing my heartbeat, and then began to involve my heart beating sharply.

I have no time to pay attention to the retreat in the dock area. In my sight, some militiamen began to show painful expressions, and blood began to flow from their noses.

"It, they are coming." I don't know whose voice is, stern and full of fear, and what swells with this sound is a mass of flesh and blood.

That are the corpses piled up in the town.

On the street, in the room, next to the car, under the signal, hanging diagonally on the window, and being split in half, all the formed and unshaped bodies are melting with an incredible degree.

I breathe, the air is filled with a pungent smell, which reminds me of flesh and blood that is about to rot in the sultry closed sewer.

Soon, the corpse was no longer in human form, but was squashed by a heavy hammer, crushed by a mixer, and frozen and melted.

Yes, the fleshy pieces, the kind of flesh-and-blood pieces that didn't even have any skin on them, began to spread towards buildings, equipment and other objects nearby. It is like a kind of vine that takes root, reproduces, and multiplies on inorganic matter, turning it into an ugly form combining organic and inorganic substances.

There is a familiar feeling that reminds me of the dark, soft, smelly elevator dripping everywhere when I entered the tumor area. At that time, because of the light, it was impossible to see the true face of that world, but at this time I was not surprised, ah, here is becoming the same as there.

It is completely impossible to explain the principle. Just under our noses, the mutation is spreading at a very high degree. It seems that the entire town is becoming a living life. Such a huge change made people feel powerless in the bottom of my heart, and gave me a ridiculous idea-even if a nuclear bomb was dropped from the sky, it would not be enough to wipe out the activating town monster in front of me

In the frantic sound, the residue began to cry in despair.

"God"

"Hold everyone down," probably someone from the temporary commander was yelling, his voice trembling visibly. There is no instruction for Ranwen.com's attack, because there is no Ranwen.com person who can find the target of the attack. No, it should be said that the target of the attack is too large to start. What kind of damage can a few hundred thumbs-sized bullets cause to a town?

"This is Saya?" Dorothy's voice came in her ears, and she was a little shaken.

Even if you have a powerful critical weapon, it is difficult for people to feel safe.

I feel my hands are trembling, because the only weapons I can use as weapons are a dagger and a revolver. Probably because of the tight grip, my knuckles are aching.

Even so, those who stay here still have to continue to perform the task of "delaying time".

What should I do? From here, all the mutated buildings will be destroyed until the entire town is destroyed? Rely on these things in your hands? Whether you have talent, ability, or envoy, think about it, Gao Chuan, what can give you the power to fight against this terrible enemy

There is no Ranwen Novel Network at all...

The surrounding figures began to shake. Some people threw down their guns and ran towards the pier. Even if the supervisor behind him threatened him loudly and prepared to shoot, he yelled hysterically while running, but the others were still a little awake. The militiamen are also yelling "crazy, he is crazy". "Shoot and shoot him to death" the war superintendent shouted, the first to shoot, but perhaps the fear in his heart grabbed his hand, and several bullets hit a few meters away from the deserter, about three seconds later. Only then did other people shoot at the deserter.

The deserter was finally shot in the ankle and fell to the ground, but he didn't feel pain at all. He crawled forward and tried to stand up. The crazy appearance made people chill until a bullet hit A few more bullets hit the corpse in his head.

The deserter was motionless.

"Whoever dares to retreat, he is a role model" the war superintendent shouted.

The once chaotic line of defense finally settled down, but the atmosphere of death became stronger. Many people crossed their chests with a tragic face of death, and no one believed that they could survive. They weren't real soldiers, and maybe they were mentally prepared to die in advance, but there was a glimmer of hope.

Now this ray of hope is diminishing. I don't know how long they can last. This should be the battlefield of the Chosen, not ordinary people.

The people who were boarding the ship were alarmed by the situation here, and the order became chaotic for a while. I think the sharp-eyed among them should be able to see the mutation that is happening in the town. Because the reproduction of flesh and blood has spread to several tall buildings, and is spreading toward the defense line, the ground, walls, signal lights and vehicles, cement and steel tens of meters away have begun to grow blood.

We started shooting tentatively. The bullet hit the place where the object mutated, the popping sound of meat entering and leaving, and hitting the part that was still inorganic was another kind of sound. However, the attack did not take effect, and the mutated flesh and blood was like a huge carpet, with the muscle fibers wrapped around the warhead, and it quickly became a part of itself.

It is still expanding unhurriedly. Although we have not retreated from Ranwen Novel Network for the time being, if this continues, this line of defense is obviously losing its meaning.

I also became nervous. Although the quark ate the graystone, it suffered too much damage in the previous battle, and it can only take the form of a dagger. In this way, no matter if you want to perform shadow jumping or flying, you can't do it. If you want to escape, it may be enough to rely on the ability to "grab", but to fight this mutant town, it may be a very dangerous behavior to keep your feet on the ground. I have reason to believe that these half-flesh and half-inorganic things will swallow the guy who stepped on it in one go.

I can’t think of any way to resist, and no one from Ranwen Novel Network can give instructions. All we can do seems to be watching and waiting, while praying for the people in the dock area to speed up boarding. Dorothy looked over there frequently, although she had a knife-like critical weapon in her hand, she seemed to give up the idea of ​​fighting.

"Fuck" a militiaman yelled at the front tower on the left: "It's climbing up." Then there was constant gunfire. The flesh and blood had grown to the height of abandoned vehicles, wooden boxes, and concrete. At the base of the tower, the attack can't delay anything. The voice of "Retreat and retreat" shouted, and a rope was thrown out towards the rear, and it was tightly wrapped around the antenna of a low house. Soon, six or seven people slid down the rope. This time the supervisors could not rebuke anything. Those militiamen had tried their best, and they did not completely withdraw, but entered the second layer of the line of defense.

When the evacuated militiamen disappeared at the entrance of the roof, half of the sentry tower was filled with blood. The appearance of these flesh and blood can be seen more clearly, like skinless muscles, tightly textured, strong and powerful, in any shape, not completely covering the surface of the building, but one piece of it, very messy, and some Spread, some bulge like pustules, and some pustules are swollen and ugly next to each other. The pustules agitate like a heart, and every time they bounce, they will splash a small amount of disgusting green liquid.

After the trees and flowerbeds on the roadside are colonized by these pieces of meat, they almost become trees and flowers composed of pieces of meat. Those pustules are like tree scars and fruits, and they seem to be blooming.

I have put away the dagger and revolver, holding Dorothy and Mae with both hands. Maybe only Zhenjiang is the most calm person here. She didn't put these pieces of meat in her eyes at all. In her blank eyes, there was only her own world. The flesh and blood in front of me is obviously very corrosive, reminding me of "Jiang" in the form of blood. If the two meet, who will be better? Zhenjiang kept muttering to himself, but there was absolutely no sign that Ranwen Novel.com changed his personality.

"Doroth, come one." I said to Dorothy, lifting my chin toward the tower that was about to mutate.

Doroth turned her face, said nothing, and raised the knife-like critical weapon. An obvious oscillating wave spread in the air. With us as the center, the outside scenery began to twist, and I even heard the foot There was a trembling sound from the steel boom. The wind began to become violent, as if falling into a huge whirlpool. All signs prove that the knife-shaped critical weapon in Dorothy's hand is accumulating unprecedented power. This power has never been born in my hands, and it has even passed the time when it was in Zhenjiang's hands.

"Everyone immediately retreated to the second line of defense to cover" Jung's voice echoed in the air, which became weird because of the distortion of the air. There were also some noisy voices, which seemed to be exclaiming and cursing. The faint silhouettes shuttled through the gaps in the bunker, all retreating behind the horizontal line where the three of us were.

Doroth’s face was pale, her delicate facial features began to become hideous, as if the knife-shaped critical weapon in her hand was becoming extremely heavy, and when she started to swing down in the direction of the sentry tower, the speed also became extremely slow. , It's like squeezing an invisible spring.

With the swing of the knife-shaped critical weapon, in a straight line pointing to the sentry tower, all the objects are disintegrating, being crushed into powder, floating in the air, and rolling around with the disorderly hurricane, in a short while A blood-red sandstorm formed. Such a scene obviously spreads into a sector, and the further forward the area is affected by the force, the wider the area. Before the knife-shaped critical weapon is completely swept down, the ground has sunk by about one meter.

Doris yelled, took her left hand out of my hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands and cut it off.

"Give me shit, go curry stick"

The oscillating wave rushed forward one after another, all the scenery in front was completely distorted, the sound disappeared, the light disappeared, the air was squeezed together, and it was impossible to breathe. I only felt the earth trembling, and the crane under our feet was sunken like ooze. I grabbed Dorothy and swept backwards, almost chasing my footsteps, turning into plasticine and the metal was becoming It's looser, and after a while it feels like stepping on the sand.

I took the two of them back one hundred meters in one breath, had crossed the line of defense, and landed on the top of a forklift. When I turned my head, the attacked area still looked strange due to the distortion of the air, as if a dark mist filled that area. People kept running out of the back end of the line of defense, one by one with gray heads and faces looking back while running, with a complex look of horror and surprise on their faces. Several people were almost knocked down and pulled back by their companions.

There was a loud exclamation from the dock area further behind. With such a large-scale attack, even the blind can feel the martial arts, the holy king, the sacred king, the night, the god, the seal, the throne, the devil, and the world. The Nineth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the young God and the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty The creator of the night kills the gods and seals the throne of the gods to ask the devil, Ao Shi, the Ninth Heaven, the strongest, abandoning the young and big Zhou imperial clan to get that vibration full of death breath. This time, the power of the knife-shaped critical weapon was too great, and the rear that would not have been affected had to endure turbulence. The lake water was violently rippling, and countless ripples spread to the depths. The waves collided and the ship couldn’t help shaking. . The refugees on the boat clung to the handrails, and several of them were almost lifted into the lake.

Most of the refugees have boarded the ship, only a few are responsible for maintaining order. The hapless person who finally boarded the ship was dumbfounded. The wooden bridge under their feet suddenly split. When they realized their situation, they jumped up quickly. Only had time to hang half of his body by the side of the boat, cursing swearing angrily.

"God, what attack is this?" Sheriff Engels yelled at me with Locke and the magician. The complex and distorted expression on his face almost solidified, "You killed me, bastard, you almost took everything here. Everyone is killed"

Doroth didn't make any excuses. Her body was soft. If I hadn't held her waist, she would have almost fallen to the ground. It didn't look like he was disdainful of excuses, but he was out of strength. To be honest, she was able to wield the power of a knife-like critical weapon to this level, which was completely beyond my expectation. I have to suspect that this knife-shaped critical weapon has some hidden permissions that I don't know about. After all, in terms of the magic pattern level and possession of the envoy, there is no difference between me and her.

No, it should be said that the knife-shaped critical weapon can only wield the power of the ordinary in the hands of Dorothy and Mae, perhaps because of the characteristics of the two people-they are not ordinary people who are chosen, but are called The unpredictable existence of titles such as "Final Weapon" and "Final Weapon Improvement". Even if they are humans, they are not even sure, after all, they have existed in non-human forms.

"Jiang" is my left eye.

"Silk" is my right eye.

What exactly are "Jiang" and "Silk"? This problem bothers me more as I learn more about them. There should be related documents in the "core data area" of Cyberball and Doomsday Shinrikyo, but I am not sure when I will have the authority. Taking a step back and thinking, it is imperative to find the mental hospital where Zhen Jiang once stayed. As the battle became more and more fierce, and "Jiang" gradually showed a different kind of power, the more I felt the urgency of time, those who once had "Jiang" will not let her disappear.

Sometimes, on the street, in the hotel, while walking, and when I wake up, I always have a kind of restless emotion, as if I have a pair of invisible eyes, watching our actions at all times.

"Hey Mr. Crow, didn't you hear me talking?" Sheriff Engels' voice awakened me from the desertion.

"What's the matter?" I asked under the guise.

Although the identity of the enemy "Saya" is unknown, the changes and mutations of the virus are on a grand scale, but the degree is not too fast compared to the scale. The refugees have already boarded the ship, which also represents our The time delay action has been completed. Except for the death of a deserter, there was almost no loss. It is really gratifying. The surviving militiamen almost cried with joy. Looking at their expressions, it was obvious that they didn't want to stay any longer.

Everyone awaited the command to "board and retreat."

Sergeant Engels let out a long sigh and glanced at the dust-filled town with complicated eyes. The sand and fog were quickly dissipating, and the sound of flesh and blood expansion began to become clear. Although I don't know how many buildings were destroyed by the attack of the knife-shaped critical weapon, it is obviously impossible to destroy the entire town in one go. It is obvious that "Saya" will not stop there.

"Everyone board the ship" he sternly ordered the militiamen.

"Yes, sir", the militiamen were full of joy, and they ran towards the ship without the need for anyone to take the lead. The wooden bridge collapsed in half, connected to the boarding board, and the broken planks undulated on the waves. Nevertheless, it did not slow down the militia. Some people even jumped into the lake and swam toward the ship, regardless of their guns.

"Okay, let's go too." Inspector Engels said to us.

At this moment, a violent anomaly suddenly came from the direction of the town—the sound and shape were changing, and the vibration of the ground almost made Engels stagger, followed by a series of collisions.

What used to be buildings, vehicles, stones, and metals are colliding. As if some kind of mutual attraction is at work, these semi-inorganic and semi-organic substances are quickly piled up. The figure that appeared in the dust quickly passed a three-story building. It should not be said that the three-story building became a part of that figure.

"It" keeps multiplying, becoming taller, the body becomes slender, arms grow out, and then stand up with both feet, the flesh and blood spread on the surface of "It", and it changes in less than a minute. It became a skinned human form—looks like a girl, with a height of more than fifty meters, completely made of flesh and blood and pustules.

"Oh my God" Sheriff Engels opened his mouth wide, and finally only moaned.

A louder exclamation came from the direction of the ship.

"Come back, the boat will be sailing soon" someone yelled at us on the boat, "Don't care about that thing, it can't catch up with us"

However, just as he was speaking, the ugly flesh and blood began to grow four sarcomas from behind.

"What is it doing..."

Before the words were finished, the sarcoma was torn from the inside, and two pairs of insect-like translucent wings spread out.

"Oh no" Sergeant Engels screamed in pain and fear, "It can fly? It will overtake us"

I can’t imagine ~IndoMTL.com~how such a large body can fly on those two thin wings, even though those wings are equally huge, possessing the flesh and pustules that the body does not possess. Beauty-the translucent texture, complex and mysterious texture, presents a truly stunning beauty.

But it really flew, right in front of our eyes, a little bit off the ground, suspended in the mid-air at a height of five meters, the fast flapping wings produced a strong wind and waves, and it cleared the dust that pervaded the destruction point in the blink of an eye. . Its feet, and the area further behind, are as flat as they have been constructed, and compared with the surrounding buildings, it is as if a piece has been gnawed away by something.

That is the zone destroyed by the knife-shaped critical weapon.

"It"-the body of the virus called "Saya" for the time being-just suspended in the basin, making a harsh cry.

"Saya--". ..

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