Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 258: Enlightenment

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The people on the boat screamed in horror. The sound of the boat's motor sounded long ago. The hull was swaying in the wind and waves, and the waves beat violently when the boat turned around. They all seemed to be shaky, the bow and sides of the ship were full of people, and the wet face was full of fear. .76z.七路中文.bejng. Please remember our crazy'watch hands playing)

The only people who have not boarded the ship are the people of our Security Bureau and Sergeant Engels. When Sergeant Engels realized this, his face became pale, but he just looked at the ship. There is no Ranwen Novel.com to go one step further there. I don't know what he is thinking about. What follows is not a battle that ordinary people can participate in. Even our Security Bureau probably has no chance of winning.

"Hurry up" Locke trot over and pulled Captain Engels toward the ship. If he moves faster now, he might be able to catch up.

"It's not too late." Sheriff Engels' voice was trembling, "I have done everything I can, and the rest is..."

"Fuck you" Locke yelled in his ear: "You can't stay, there is no meaning at all. Do you want to die?"

"Yes, yes..." Sheriff Engels muttered to himself, and suddenly yelled hysterically: "I should die here. I sent so many people to die. I should have died a long time ago. If Dying here can alleviate my sin"

"Are you crazy?" Locke yanked the struggling Sergeant Engels hard.

"What to do? Captain." Shepherd asked Jung calmly.

"Try to stop it, and retreat when the ship enters the fog." Jung still had the rigid expression of thunder, and his voice was not turbulent at all.

Not only the two of them, but all the members of the Security Bureau turned a blind eye to the extremely unfavorable situation at the moment. At the beginning, he would still marvel at the enemy's massiveness and power, but when the matter came, there was no negative feelings such as hesitation and fear at all.

It is also said that everyone has been tested in battle for a long time and has long been accustomed to this kind of dangerous situation. Just like me, fighting against the Goat Guild, fighting the Doomsday Truth, and seeing the battlefield of a lifetime of nine deaths, every time I can't even guarantee whether I will survive at dawn. I'm just a novice. They veterans, they must all face the beginning of each day with the worst plans.

So cruel?

It's so cruel.

However, when your own suffering is not meaningless, no matter how cruel the battle is, it will make your blood boil?

I think so.

Every test comes because of something that I changed.

"Really...Don't get in the way here, layman." The magician said as he walked over, and suddenly he put his hand on Sergeant Engels' face, and Engels immediately lost consciousness.

"My degree can completely catch up." I said to everyone.

"Hurry up, then." Locke threw Engels into my arms.

"So, let's start, and see what it has." Jung drew two long narrow knives from the left and right cuffs of his suit. I just realized, did he always carry weapons? But no matter how much I think about it, I can't see how he hid the two knives in his sleeves.

The determined combat power is as follows: Jung, Gaochuan, Locke, Pan, Bach, Shepherd, Magician, Mae, Dorothy.

The shepherd dog disappeared without a trace at some point.

The magician draws out a set of cards and shuffles the cards quickly.

Locke and Jung walked like the wind from two roads towards Saya.

Bach opened the suitcase he had always carried with him, and took out what the parts were assembling.

Pan has closed his eyes, like a photographer's observation angle, the thumb and index finger of both hands form a mouth shape, aiming at the huge Saya monster, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

So far, this is the first time I have seen these companions display their abilities. Although I don't know how they plan to deal with that huge monster, my first task is to send Sergeant Engels back to the ship.

"I want to take a break." Dorothy sat down, seemingly not planning to participate in the first wave of offensive, but when she recovered, that knife-shaped critical weapon was undoubtedly our biggest killer.

"What will she do? It's better to send it back to the boat, depending on how she looks." Dorothy lifted her chin towards Mae, who still looked dazed and nervous, and couldn't see it at all. Show the slightest will to fight.

Nevertheless, I do not intend to adopt Dorothy’s opinion. If you want to ask the reason or something, there should be no reason for Ranwen. By my side, let me be self-willed to the end.

I clamped Sheriff Engels under my ribs and slid towards the ship. Surrounding me, the only high pipe that I can see stretches from the end of the wooden bridge to the surface of the lake. My feet seem to be stepping on the soft ground, not the touch of the lake. A force pushes my back, as if it has added a booster to me, and it seems to be gliding in suspension, successive waves become slow in my world, and every step I step on is on the peak of the wave. , Reminds me of the super master who walks in the waves.

Although the state of grazing is very familiar, it is the first time to use this ability on the water. It is really a wonderful feeling.

Thinking about this, I jumped onto the slowly sloping hull, and saw people staring into the distance, as well as the surprised expression on their faces. The moment I settled, the flow of time suddenly returned to normal, and people's voices rushed into my ears. Because the hull of the ship was swaying, there was a feeling of tipping over for a while, and I had to stretch out my hand to support the guardrail behind me.

The people on the deck realized that I was on the ship, and looked at me like a monster.

"My God, what did I see?"

"How did he come here? Flying over from the lake?"

"Just a blink..."

"I heard that they are from the National Intelligence Agency? Are the Intelligence Agency guys all these people?"

A militiaman was the first to wake up from shock, and walked towards me apart from the crowd of onlookers.

"Sir, do you need help?" His eyes fell on the unconscious Sergeant Engels.

"This is your sheriff." I pushed Engels over and he caught it in a panic, as if he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Notify your person in charge." I reminded him.

"Ah, yes, yes, thank you very much." He was about to do it, but he stopped and looked at me with a hopeful expression: "Sir, everything will be fine, won't you?"

"Yes, everything will be fine." I replied categorically, the expressions of surprise and fear on the faces of the people around me gradually eased, and they started to comfort each other. "Everything will be fine." They said to each other: "That monster can't catch up with us."

"Look at them fighting" some people on the periphery began to shout: "That monster doesn't seem to move anymore"

Everyone's eyes shifted to the direction of the dock. The fifty-meter-high Saya monster is suspended in the mid-air of tens of meters. Even though it is so far away, it is still full of oppression, as if the entire sky is occupied by that ugly and huge figure. However, it was struggling and roaring, as if being imprisoned by an invisible cage. The air around it fluctuates obviously, but that fluctuation is softer than the oscillating wave of a knife-shaped critical weapon. Even so, the scale of this fluctuation still covers the entire body of the monster. It is hard to imagine, whose ability is this in the end.

The Saya monster can hardly move, but what really hurts it is the few tiny figures that surround it. They either flew, or jumped on the monster's body, fell off from time to time, but soon rushed up again. From time to time, huge lights and shadows hit Saya. Saya’s flesh flew and cracked, but it quickly healed. For ordinary people, the mighty attack seemed to be tickling to him. Nevertheless, it seemed to be tickled. There are not too many ways to deal with Ranwen Novel. Saya waved his arms like a slapping mosquito, seemingly resentful of these tireless disturbances.

The battle has just begun. If this Saya monster is capable of this, then the real threat is not as good as the previous mutant town.

People who watched the game cheered, as if they would be able to win in a while. Although I am noncommittal, if these people can hold on to this confidence before leaving the battlefield completely, they will definitely be able to live better in the new world.

"I should go." I said.

"Oh, okay, okay... Come on."

When I was about to jump off the deck, someone shouted behind me: "Give it some color and see Mr."

I didn't turn my head back, nor did I have an answer from Ranwen.com, so I went into the center of the battlefield.

The only thing that can show that monster's color is the knife-shaped critical weapon in Dorothy's hands. Besides, I don't think there is any power that can do it right now.

Without the faculty and the weapons of high destructive power, my talents and abilities are undoubtedly a drop in the bucket for such a huge enemy with high regenerative capabilities. To be honest, even at this time, I don't know what I can do when I go back, except to see the right time to rescue everyone.

When I landed on the dock, Saya was less than 30 meters away from the lake. The water in this area was violently violent, and waves of five or six meters high were splashed from time to time. I ran straight into the waves, as if hitting a ball of cotton. Surrounded by the high pipe, I didn't even touch a drop of water on my body.

Until I arrived at the scene in person, I could not see firsthand how much pressure everyone in the Security Bureau is facing. Saya seems to be doing nothing, but its power is already a huge threat. Its body is so huge that it can run horses with one arm, and its open palm is like a small square. With such a large mass, its power is better than ordinary people. Faster, every time you raise your hands and feet, you are squeezing the air. The two pairs of wings behind it are like insects, flapping at a frequency of hundreds of times per second, and the single whistling sound is not much different from that of a fighter plane passing by on the near side. If ordinary people are present, they will die in the blink of an eye. Even the Chosen One whose body is continuously strengthened with graystone seems to be in a storm, and will be blown away and flattened if he is not paying attention, basically unable to stabilize his heels, and unable to make standard combat moves.

What's more severe is that the broken pieces of meat on Saya's body splashed around like an explosion, as if not entirely caused by injuries, but as a fixed attack method. Once it is stained with these pieces of meat, the body will be corroded. I have never experienced the feeling of martial arts. The holy king made the sacred king, and the night kills the gods, the seal, the throne, the throne, the gods, and the world, the strongest abandonment. Shao Da Zhou royal family will kill the gods at night, the **** seal throne seeks the devil, proud world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandoned The gods and gods seal the throne of the gods and arrogant world nine times the strongest abandon the young and big Zhou royal family, but some people have taken it as an example.

Bach has lost an arm and is panting violently next to a strange instrument, as if he would suffocate at any time. He moved the instrument from time to time, dodged the falling pieces of meat, and held a certain distance from Saya. By his side, Pan seemed to be pulling an invisible rope, his legs plunged into the ground, his body leaned back, almost parallel to the ground, a deep gully stretched back from her feet, and was Degree extension of one meter per second.

It seems that she is one of the people who is holding back Saya's actions.

Mae and Dorothy are also beside them.

Zhenjiang did not fight with Ranwen, nor was he injured. He did not know if it was luck that no meat from Ranwen fell into her feet. Dorothy wielded a knife-like critical weapon, and a swarm of locusts flew around her, who was her envoy. Under the envelope of the locust-like envoy, Dorothy's figure kept flickering, disappearing from time to time, and constantly sweeping the pieces of meat that fell on top of everyone's heads.

When I came to them, the pieces of flesh that fell on the ground had already begun to erode the surface, and a large piece of flesh and blood was spreading around from the drop point, and the area near the town was almost completely mutated. If we maintain such a degree of erosion, we will have no place to stand in the dock area in about ten minutes.

"This monster is simply a planter." Bach grabbed my shoulder with his remaining right hand and tried to stand up, but he failed. His face was pale, it should be painful, and his broken arm was slowly growing out. Granulation, that's not a normal situation. The erosion of Saya's meat is obviously not far away from him.

"You are no longer good, I will take you away." I said to him.

"Leave? Where?" Bach said with a sorrowful smile: "I'm going to die, I feel that I'm changing...Is it a crow? Your appearance is starting to become disgusting, and your voice gradually becomes inaudible. , It feels like a radio full of noise, annoying."

"Bach"

"Don't speak" Bach yelled, but his tone became blurred to me, like a roar. He struggled to push the machine forward: "Don't let this instrument go too far away from Saya. Pan alone cannot restrict its actions."

It seems that the fluctuating space that wraps Saya is a masterpiece of this instrument. Although I don't understand what this instrument is, relying on it and Pan's power, it successfully slowed Saya's pace.

I carried the instrument on my shoulders and looked at Bach, whose expression gradually became ugly, I felt that he was indeed out of order. His body began to become bloated, because the extra flesh and blood that did not have his skin rapidly multiplied, and pustules appeared, emitting a stench, which made me dare not touch him anymore.

"Bachbach wake up and wake up soon" Pan shouted loudly beside her. She might want to come and help, but just pulling the invisible rope made her no longer able to move. Because of the excessive force, purple and blue blood vessels appeared on her neck and face, which looked very hideous.

She kept being pulled forward by Saya, and I, Mae, and Dorothy followed closely behind her. Our eyes remained on Bach. He had fallen several meters behind us.

"It's so beautiful, Saya..." Bach seemed to see a beautiful scene, with a fascinating expression reminiscent of Huiguangfanzhao on his face.

I think I heard it right, he did say—Saya, it's beautiful.

"If the world is distorted... would it be normal in their eyes?" I once asked this question.

Bach has now answered, but as Dr. Jack said, this is not the answer we were expecting at all.

Bach's entire body became a mass of flesh, and when we thought he would become a part of the earth, he rushed towards us suddenly. Because of the aggressive posture, I swept around without hesitation. When he just bounced, I circled him and cut off his faintly-looking hands, feet, and head with a dagger.

The shaved body, hands and feet, and head tribe are on the ground. This is really connected to the earth, and like other pieces of meat, it begins to erode the surrounding ground.

Bach is dead.

"Damn it," Pan Chu whispered.

"One minute left" Jung's voice came over his head.

I looked up and saw Jung, Locke, Shepherd and Magician traveling in a hurricane.

The magician stepped on a playing card, seeming to levitate in the air in this way, and more playing cards surround him like steps. Jung and the Shepherd would fall off Saya from time to time, but immediately they could use these playing cards as a stepping stone to pounce on again.

Jung wielded two knives straight to ~IndoMTL.com~ The light of the knives flickered, and I couldn’t see how many paths there were. There were only shadows stacked on top of each other, and the breathing room opened one on Saya’s body. Big hole.

The shepherd dog drifts in a strange way, losing track in the shadows from time to time, and appearing elsewhere in the next moment, but he almost never attacks because he only has a butterfly knife in his hand. .

Locke’s actions appeared to be slow and heavy. His feet seemed to merge into Saya’s body. He couldn’t move. He could only hit the monster with one punch after another. Each blow would form a violent explosion, and his The body has become even more terrible. Just like Bach, the flesh is multiplying on his body, but the degree is much slower than Bach.

On the surface, people who are able to touch Saya’s meat and avoid erosion are not even a single person. Even Jung uses double knives to defend himself while acting as a supportive force. tool. The magician simply hovered around Saya, and the shepherd dog that shuttled in the shadow didn't seem to actually touch Saya. . ..

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