Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 304: Play (1)

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The situation of classmate Seise is very poor. Everyone is very anxious about it. They want to take her to the hospital as soon as possible, but the devil is blocked in front of them, and no one can leave the warehouse. I didn’t expect that just being too close to the Hellhound would cause such a serious injury. After all, I had dealt with this demon several times and didn’t suffer much harm. I couldn’t help thinking that the power of the devil was just That's all, it is conceivable that if it were not for the armor on my body, my fate would not be any better than that of the color classmates. After all, the preparations for the eight sceneries are not at all useful. If only she could provide everyone with a full set of equipment, I couldn't help but think so, but I also understand that Bajing must have thought so too.

"Is she really not caught?" I yelled as I watched the hellhound.

"No scratches." Bajing said: "I just passed by, I can see clearly. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I replied, "Thank you so much for your armor."

The Hellhound hesitated for a while, and easily dodge the bullet, but did not attack immediately. I don't know what it is thinking. From the previous confrontation, it looks like a beast that only acts instinctively, but before it finally kills it, all these guesses are unreliable. Who knows if it is because it despises us and disdain to play tricks? In every legend, the devil is synonymous with evil wisdom. And the people who summon them will not end well, the Hellhound has not left, and is not restrained by the summoning magic circle, attacking us constantly, this may be retribution.

I don’t quite understand about the demon summoning, but Hakjing is familiar with the occult, and will definitely consider the summoned demon’s counterattack. The current situation proves that her occultism is not as good as I thought. High, at least there was a mistake in the measures to protect yourself.

It's just that the consequences were expected from the beginning.

When I stared at the scarlet eyes of the hellhound, I occasionally thought, if this demon knew that the little bugs in front of him were a bunch of hard bones, would he just give up and leave? If it runs out of this warehouse, it will definitely bring disaster to the surrounding people, but in that case, we will at least be much safer than we are now. Since the devil really exists, other powers against the devil must also exist. This little demon rushes into the human world, even if it will cause storms, it will not be possible to dominate forever. Using the power of other people to kill this demon was originally one of the backup plans.

I fought desperately before because I thought I could kill it, but I didn't have the idea of ​​starting a backup plan. However, the injury of the classmate Shise made this plan a little flawed. Since the people here have been injured by it, it will naturally have the idea of ​​killing everyone here, and the damage it has suffered now is much smaller than that of us. Beasts are the most bullying and fearful of hardship, and so are demons. It has not launched an attack now, but it is lingering, it may be because of such thinking.

So far, the only way I have found that can actually hurt or kill this demon is to blind its eyes, and then start from this presumably weak spot, and insert a good thing into its brain. I don’t know if the brain is the fatal part of this evil dog-like demon. Exorcism objects such as "Holy Water" have no effect on it. In addition to its previous gray fog form, the success rate of doing so is actually It is not more than 50%, but it can only be considered in this way.

"Hakjing, have you done a method of besieging the devil in the warehouse?" I asked the girls behind me, "Cancel now."

"It has already been cancelled!" Bajing replied.

It seems that the devil refuses to leave, it must be out of its own will. With this judgment, the gunfire from Shirai's direction suddenly stopped, and there was a hollow sound, and the bullets on his body finally ran out. (Free download of full text e-book) Hellhound keenly perceives this gap, fights the pain of being shot by me, and rushes towards Shirai. The famous hand of Bai Jingyan quickly slammed the empty shotgun at it, then picked up the spear and stabbed it, and was knocked away by the huge figure at the moment of contact. Fortunately, there was a spear between him and the Hellhound, so he was not actually hit. Despite this, the spear was still torn to pieces, and Shirai himself fell five meters away, hitting him a few times, and didn’t get hit for a long time. Way to stand up.

I have rushed to behind the Hellhound, and when it attacks Shirai, I accurately inserted the spear into its anus. This idea has been around for a long time, but only now has the opportunity been found. Happily, although this demon used to be a gray mist that could not be attacked, but after turning into a canine shape, its body seemed to be similar to a real dog, at least it clearly felt the severe pain from the buttocks. , So the body trembled violently, wailed, and did not recover for quite a while. When I pulled out my spear to attack this part again, I found that the part that penetrated it completely disappeared, leaving only the half-section of the rod in a burning state. Black smoke and sparks gathered on the broken section and slowly corroded. The whole long pole. This spear is useless.

Although I don't have any weapons at hand, fortunately, the Hellhound didn't fight back. Instead, he was taken aback. It seems that the memory for it this time is deep enough. Taking this opportunity, I also helped Shirai and picked up the spearhead that Shirai used just now. After being broken into several pieces, only the length of the dagger is left. The distance of the devil.

"All right?" I asked, staring at the demon carefully.

Shirai gasped violently for a few times and coughed loudly, which made people worry if there was a problem with his lungs. His complexion is not very good, his legs and feet are not dexterous, I don’t know where he is injured, but he still coughs in a string of coughs, intermittently said: "I'm fine, just take a rest." Then the faint fire light, you can see The armor on his body showed deep scratches that shouldn't appear under normal circumstances, and it was obvious that the armor was almost corroded. Maybe the place protected by the armor is not a big problem, but after close contact with the Hellhound, under the influence of the malicious aura emanating from the devil, it may cause siltation of internal injuries. Although there is no such reaction in me for the time being, it may be because of my stronger physique. The weaker classmates are a precedent.

"You stay with other people. Leave the rest to me." I said without hesitation. As the vice president, I should take over all the burdens from now on. Even if I know that fighting alone will be defeated, I have no regrets, "I will definitely let everyone leave here!"

In the past four years of club activities, the crises and pressures I faced have never been so intense at this moment. At this moment, I saw the boundary between life and death. The end of failure is death, and this threat is only ten meters away from me. I heard my breathing so heavy, every joint of my body seemed to squeeze a few kilograms of scales, creaking in motion. However, my mind is extremely clear, and every move of the devil in front of me, even every spark from its body is reflected in my mind. I don't know whether the emotions in my soul are fear, excitement or excitement. Maybe they are all. My blood seems to be boiling.

Think about it, how many people in this world can face all of this? The legend has become a legend, precisely because no one is alive to witness its emergence. Now the legend is right in front of him, the devil is standing in front of him literally, and he hurt it deeply with the help of his companions. At this moment, even if it is not known to others, has everyone standing here become a scene of the legend.

The emotions surging in my body made me want to yell a few times, my cheeks trembled uncontrollably, and then I wanted to laugh by myself. The laughter was so deep, maybe only one could hear it.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. I heard the cry from the deep sea of ​​soul.

How many people dreamed of heroes when they were children and dreamed of becoming heroes? The dream that I almost completely gave up when I grow up, shines a little at this moment. I can’t say that everyone’s behavior is justice, because we called this demon out of our own motives, but we narrowed down the scope of the hero and saved ourselves and other people in the hands of the devil. Why can’t it be done by the hero? ?

I am full of fighting spirit, arching my back, holding the dagger-long spear in one hand, and the iron rod found at my feet in the other, just like ancient humans using spears and axes to fight against beasts, cut down forests, and defend Create a place for yourself and your people. I feel that I am walking in that barbaric era. In those eras where darkness is rampant, and even farther away, human beings who have not invented firearms are like this, using simple weapons and unmatched fighting spirit and courage to hunt demons?

I can do it, I can definitely do it. I have a strong body, quick thinking, and the courage to face all of this. I am a highly learned student and the vice-chairman of the Whisperer. Besides me, who else has a reason to protect the helpless people behind me? Shirai? He was already overwhelmed. Eight sceneries? She is just a "prophet". Sakuya? She is just a weak girl. Color classmates? She is the person who needs help most here.

The demon I was staring at seemed to hear my heart and felt my will. Whenever it moved, I waved my spear, ready to attack at any time, but it retreated instead. I exhaled a deep breath and walked towards it firmly step by step. The Hellhound lowered its body slightly, and gave me a warning growl like a defeated dog, but its threat could not stop me at all. The more I go, the bolder I go, and the hard ground that emits heat seems to give me a wave of courage and strength, making me fearless. The faintly swaying candle seems to be extinguished at any time. The swaying shadow was so terrible before, like a harbinger of bad luck, but now I feel that the inanimate shadow is swaying because they are also afraid.

"Come on!" I yelled at the devil: "Get me here and die!" I fought the spearhead and the iron rod forcefully, making a sonorous sound. Whenever I took a step, I would knock, and the Hellhound opened his mouth, stepped forward in a threatening look, but then jumped to the side. It jumped forward and backward, moving arbitrarily on the ground, walls and ceiling, but I found that it was slowly retreating into the corner. When I stopped fearing, it feared again. When I hurt it, it feared to be hurt again. This demon removed its strong shell before and revealed its own weakness in my eyes. I started to think about it. This look of bullying and fearful of hardship fits the description of a low-level demon.

Even if it has a strange power, even if it is active in the **** that is known as the most sinister and dangerous, but this weak nature does not make it stronger. Therefore, it is the weak, whether in **** or in the world, it is destined to be the object of bullying and oppression by the more powerful life.

Perhaps, the reason why mankind created the method of summoning demons is precisely because they have seen through the nature of these guys, so that in the era of dark legends, countless powerful men summoned them to serve as slaves. Although these human beings who once conquered demons are described as suffering bad luck in ancient books, they have indeed conquered these seemingly terrifying lives.

"I'm on it." I said softly, I don't know if this sentence is to strengthen my confidence, or to declare battle and victory to the demon in front of me. Then I rushed up.

Unwilling to retreat, the Hellhound pounced on me, spouting a pillar of fire that could melt and corrode steel. Its every move was dazzling in my eyes, as if I could understand the action it was about to do. I dodge its attack by instinct and instinct. I didn’t just avoid it just to avoid it. I made a choice that surprised myself, risking the heat that was so hot that my hair and clothes would ignite, and the danger that my claws that cut steel like tofu would be rubbed by my side. The moment he passed by, he launched an attack and plunged the spear into its left eye from the side.

It was not unresponsive, but any of its movements were judged by me at the very first moment. This wonderful feeling and comfortable body allowed me to successfully complete this threatening blow. I rolled on the ground, picked up the water bottle on the ground and poured it on top of me, quickly extinguishing the flame that was burning. Naturally, there is a strong pain in my body. The burning sensation that comes from both the skin and internal organs makes me understand how bad Shirai and Classmates are in, but I firmly believe that I will be able to persist and protect. Everyone. This belief made me realize in the pain that I was at the peak of my will and body since I was born.

The screams of the hellhound and the staggered body are fading from their strong color, pale as a flimsy setting, as if I could tear it in half as long as my hands were hard.

The burning sensation is getting stronger and stronger, as if the blood is about to boil, turning me into a piece of coke. I stood on the spot, confronted with the crazy Hellhound in his scarlet eyes, and in front of it, I took off the armor that was becoming obstructive in my senses, exposed my chest, and lifted the iron in my hand. stick.

"Come on! Come and kill me!" I shouted, "I'm going to kill you!" I yelled, and rushed towards it.

The hellhound jumped back and jumped over my head in the direction of the door. It escaped unexpectedly. I stopped unbelievably, turned around and looked at the figure where it left, filled with consternation, followed by a kind of anger that filled my mind. Although I wanted to catch up, it was impossible. The Hellhound's mobility was always stronger than that of humans. It was trying to escape from the warehouse through the broken window.

"Agawa!" Sakuya's shout came from behind, and I couldn't help turning my head to look, and saw a glass bottle thrown over there. I received it and found it was a bottle of "holy water".

"Drink it, it works." Bajing's voice came.

The figure of the hellhound has disappeared from the window. I exhaled a breath of heat, and my spirits that had been high and tense gradually calmed down. The pain in the body is getting stronger and stronger, and the strength that disappears quickly seems to make him fall down in the next moment. I didn't hesitate anymore, opened the bottle cap and drank the "holy water" as I walked towards everyone. After drinking the "holy water" that tasted like salt water, the never-before-experienced cold sensation slowly seeped out along the stomach and throat, like a clear spring in the desert, which made me feel irritated and felt much better.

Just when we thought the battle was over, there was a sudden loud crash in the direction of the door. I was taken aback. As soon as I turned my head, I saw the huge body flying in through the broken window and slamming it on the ground. From the **** shape, I could see that it was the Hellhound that had just left.

What happened? Let the demon that made us fall into a bitter battle turned into a rag bag in a short while? I cautiously grabbed the iron rod~IndoMTL.com~ At this time, Sakiya also came behind me with a crossbow, her face was also surprised. Right in front of our eyes, the badly injured Hellhound couldn't get up for a long time. The hair and skin were shrouded in a cloud of gray mist, as if this dog-like body would disintegrate at any time.

We looked at the demon carefully. The door made a violent sound again, as if it had been blasted from the outside, the ground was trembling, and the solid iron door flew inwards in a flame of fire, knocking down the Hellhound who was trying to get up again. The smoke and dust of the explosion filled the gate, and a figure could be seen vaguely, not a human figure. As the smoke dissipated, it was discovered that it was a guy who was wrapped in a gray robe and could not see his true face, nor could he recognize his gender. The entire body of the opponent was covered by the gray robe.

Should be human? I thought so, but the vigilance in my heart did not let go. The strange guy in front of him was probably the culprit who seriously injured the Hellhound, but he couldn't see the weapon at all from the opponent, maybe it was hidden under his robe. No matter what method he or she used to deal with the Hellhound, it is an undeniable fact that blasting the door and severely wounding the devil.

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