Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 655: Frankly speaking

The man who manipulated the mouth monster came back to life in full view. This time it was not an illusion. Until his head was blown out by me, the man did not escape the locked observation of the chain judgment. Observation results all prove that it is full of human flesh. Even when the eye pattern climbed onto his corpse, he still "existed" in the physical state. Only the eye pattern disbanded, and the corpse disappeared at the same time, just like the moment when the eye pattern was decomposed and taken away, the chain judgement was at the original location of the corpse, and the observation of the corpse was lost. After that, the eye pattern reorganizes the man's body on the other side. This new body is no different from the data observed from the outside before he died last time.

The body that died before is not just a substitute. The man who is now resurrected is like a complete copy of the self before death.

The female officer who witnessed this scene and the last man from the mysterious organization all showed a moved expression. Because, even if it is just a blindfold, it seems to be true before the secret of "resurrection from the dead" can be found. At this moment, no one can judge the nature of this man's mysterious power by virtue of this "resurrection from the dead" scene.

Although, the effect of this mysterious power seems to be carried out by the "eye patterns" spread over the ground and ceiling. Whether it releases and manipulates monsters, or resurrects from the dead, they are all just for the "eyes". Pattern" application. But the problem is that the "eye pattern" itself does not have enough characteristics to let people judge what type of power it is, but it is more like a blinding method used to conceal its mysterious nature.

Unable to recognize its mysterious type. In a sense, it means that it is incomprehensible. The existence that cannot be defeated. Although the essence of mystery is incomprehensible, it has obvious characteristics like "air pressure control". You can use words you can understand to explain the definition of mystery. What you can't understand is only the process and method to achieve the result of "air pressure control". The mystery itself can be recognized, and. You can imagine and guess some processes and methods to achieve this result. Although it is only imagination and guesswork, I cannot do it myself. However, the name "air pressure control" is enough to make people understand this mystery and make some arrangements for it. Judge the power that extends from it.

For "mystery", "name" has magical power, and naming "mystery" through phenomena is the first step in understanding mystery. Even if it is impossible to understand, the realization of cognition is enough to make people do something about the "mystery". So. For most people who hold mystery, it is necessary to conceal the true phenomenon and effects of their mysterious power, mislead others' cognition, and hide the mysterious name. in turn. Trying to unearth these secrets has become a taboo.

Just like an ancient wizard. Always hide his "real name" deeply, because in legends, wizards have mysterious and great powers. However, once they are given their "real name", even an ordinary person without the power to bind a chicken can Easily put a powerful wizard to death, and even enslaves him and steals his power.

Of course, in modern times, wizards have become legends. Only Doomsday Shinrikyo tries to reproduce the power of this name, but for the mysterious holder, similar taboos still exist. Although, not everyone who holds mystery is as cautious about taboos as ancient wizards, and certain mysterious powers, because of their obvious characteristics, are more difficult to conceal those considered taboos. However, "cognition "A kind of mystery is still a very crucial and important step in the confrontation of mysterious forces.

If the holder of a certain mysterious power conceals his "mysterious" body so well that no one can know what type of mystery is and what kind of effect it will produce, then this person is in a certain In this sense, it is a "powerful" existence. Just like the man in front of him who releases the eye pattern, manipulates the mouth monster, and the immortal body.

Merely using the eye pattern itself, and the phenomenon that seems to be extended with the eye pattern as the core, is not enough to have a sufficient understanding of its "mystery". What's more, the eye pattern itself, perhaps just a representation, is far from its true essence. Not only the female officer and the last man standing by and watching the battle, I can't infer what the "mystery" of the man in front of me is, and I can't talk about defeating him. Because, whether it’s a chain determination or a pseudo-speed sweep, a strong prosthetic body and a super-high-speed brain hardware are not enough to decipher or avoid this “mystery” without cognition of the “mystery”. ". Blasting his head, piercing his heart, tearing him to pieces, this is what I can do, but this kind of result may not be fatal to this man.

What's more, he won't be succeeded by me every time.

Strong body, precise monitoring, high-speed movement and precise judgment, the force generated is extremely destructive on the material level, but it is also very monotonous.

I know very well that the combination of the brain hardware and the prosthetic body gives me a mysterious power that others can’t get through hard work. However, this mysterious power is also mechanical, extreme, and monotonous. Features that are too scalable. As a result, the limitations of the brain hardware and the prosthetic body have become my limit. The brain hardware and prosthetic body will not grow, and will not become stronger anymore, so I will not become stronger in nature.

Now I, because I can't recognize the "mystery" of the man in front of me, I can't defeat him. Then, if it is still under the same conditions in the future, there will also be no possibility of defeating him. Of course, judging by the current situation, it is also impossible for the other party to defeat me. Because, although my "mystery" characteristics are very obvious, the "mystery" he possesses cannot suppress my "mystery".

To put it simply, he used the combination of prosthetic and brain hardware.

I and the man looked at each other, ignoring the monster biting my mouth. The damage it could do to me was too limited, as long as I wanted to. You can break free at any time. However, this battle dragged on. It doesn't make any sense, so I just said to the man: "Do you want to continue?"

The man stretched his body and was about to talk to him. The gray spring that had been silent near him suddenly slapped towards him like a high wave. Although he didn't even look at that side at a glance, the sudden violent attack did not make his face astonished and panic. The monster biting my mouth sank into the ground in a blink of an eye. The next moment it stood tall beside him, blocking the rushing gray spring like a rock.

The gray spring is composed of long gray silks, but now it exhibits the same characteristics as fluids, as if individual gray silks are swept past by the running water, and splashed when they hit the reef. It is divided into two strands and flows over both sides of the reef. Before being engulfed by the confluent tributaries. Eye patterns spread all over the man's body again, pulling him under the ground. The chain judgement lost his track again, until the next moment, he floated from the ground beside me.

"What a grumpy little girl." The man's calm expression didn't see his crazy attitude when he attacked. "Okay, okay. It's endless if I fight, even if I lose?"

After the two tributaries of the gray spring converged, they finally calmed down, like a pile of hair strands, slowly rising from the center of a human figure. At first, it can only be seen vaguely from the outline that it is a female, and there is no more detailed personality characteristics at all. Three seconds later, the characteristics of Sakiya, the Ashbringer, were outlined, and the details became more and more detailed, and finally restored to her appearance in the normal Ashbringer state-wearing a mask with Rorschach inked on her head, and an all-in-one gray tights. . The excess gray silk quickly flowed back into her body, exposing the mysterious man who had previously swallowed it.

The man was lying quietly on the ground, had fainted, and seemed unable to wake up in a short time, but he could still clearly feel that his breathing was steady, and he didn't seem to be tortured. At this moment, only Sakiya and I knew that his "no change" was just a disguise that he couldn't even detect.

The socket on the back of my neck was loosened, and the gray thread that was directly connected was taken back by Sakiya. Even when fighting the monster with the mouth, the direct connection continued, keeping me and Sakiya's synchronized information exchange. She already knew what happened to me when she turned into a gray silk, and the final attack was just pretending to be a posture.

"Is it okay? Agawa." Sakiya's voice came from behind the mask, dull and concerned. She rarely showed emotion in this state, so that it made me feel a special kind. Although she didn't say anything, I think I knew what she was asking. When the brain hardware entered the first sequence of body operation, my thought information was not unilaterally shielded in time because it was too sudden. Although I don't know how much Sakiya knew from my leaked thoughts, she should have learned about the alternation of brain hardware and native brain, and can think of more things from this.

"It's okay." I answered quickly, paused, and said in a calm tone that lacks emotional bullying: "Emotions do not disappear, and they will not wither. My soul is still hot and cold. It’s just my body. But it’s necessary because I love you so much. Believe me, Sakuya, at least, you must believe me.” I think that the last sentence, although there is no emotion, but If there is no brain hardware, it must be pleading.

Although she cancelled the direct connection, she didn't know how many secrets she had learned at that moment, but even if she didn't understand at all, Sakiya would definitely continue to believe in me, and would definitely understand me. How many of my thoughts stem from anticipation?

Then, I heard Sakiya say: "Well, I believe in Agawa. And, I also said that whenever and wherever Agawa becomes, I will be by your side. So, Achuan, don’t say anything to believe me, because that’s completely unnecessary."

Her tone became low and calm again, as if she was talking about things that were taken for granted until the sky was old. I can't feel the emotional touch. I don't know if I am thinking about the days without brain hardware, because even thinking does not exist at this time. However, I thought calmly, if I was in the boundary line, I would think of this scene, I would definitely be happy.

"It's really numb. Although you don't know what you are talking about, but are you sure you are not acting in a romantic drama? And it is still a third-rate one?" The man manipulating the eye pattern rubbed his arms and said the socket . At this time, the eye patterns on the ground and ceiling have completely disappeared. The entire passage was calm again. Only those little bonfires, which seemed to never go out, burned on the walls, the ground and the ceiling. And, the moment our fighting stopped, it became more conspicuous.

"Oh, are these flames?" The man noticed my gaze and explained to me: "The masterpiece of an elite wizard, that guy is very strong, I can't beat her."

He calmed down. The maliciousness lurking in that tone disappeared, as if he had become another calm and kind person.

"A woman?" I noticed that the pronoun he used was "her."

"Woman." The man nodded, showing a wry smile, "I never thought that there is such a strong guy among the elite wizards, and there is a fundamental difference in strength from the elite wizards I have encountered before. I I always feel that she shouldn't be in the elite wizard sequence at all. Who knows what the doomsday truth cult guys think. The gap between elite wizards can be so big. By the way, have you encountered them? Those who call themselves elite wizards."

"Yes, I killed one." I nodded.

"Never use the guy you killed to assess the strength of that woman, otherwise, you will have a nightmare." The man shrugged.

"Father Xi Sen played against her?" I asked.

"Father Xi Sen can drive her away, but I don't think Father Xi Sen can defeat her." The man scratched his hair and said, "Fighting with a third-level half-mageweave envoy, you can imagine Click."

"What then?" I said.

"It's troublesome to clarify the specific situation. It's a bit complicated." The man didn't seem to want to explain it to me anymore. So he overcame the vagueness, and said to the last man from a mysterious organization who hadn't done anything yet: "It's you. But. Actually, I don't think there is any need to fight anymore. They are very strong, aren't they?"

I looked at the last man. His physique was strong but well-proportioned. His face was a bit old, covered in weather, and there was a scar on his cheek. There was a scar on the chest of the open shirt and the exposed chest skin. There are few scars, and it looks very delicate. He has a strange temperament, he is not a soldier, but he is not like a villain either. It seemed that the damage he received was not on the normal battlefield from the beginning. He has not received the day and night systematic training of soldiers, so he does not have the rigor and rules of a soldier, but he is not like a street villain to use his physical ability only with fierceness.

The impression he gave me was very vague, and the brain hardware analyzed the results from the clues obtained from preliminary observations, and there were too many to have a more conspicuous answer.

"Then, it's you in the end. Do you want to experience it? It's like fighting with us." I said.

He didn’t answer. The feeling of him in the original brain gradually blurred. It was an inadvertent feeling, as if he was still standing in place, without saying a word, or even sure, whether he would keep his eyes on me and Sakuya. Body. The retina screen immediately popped up a very eye-catching red warning window, because the linkage determination combined with the information obtained by the brain hardware is completely opposite to the feeling in the mind. This man didn't stay in front of my eyes at all, but had already crossed us and walked towards the mysterious man who was liberated by Sakuya.

If there is no chain decision and brain hardware, it will definitely be deceived, and the surprise of "when did he get there?" Because both the female officer watching by the side and the man manipulating the eye patterns showed such expressions. These people obviously gathered together temporarily, and they didn't know what kind of ability the other party had. Perhaps, in the previous battle with Doomsday Shinrikyo, these people did not fully exert their unique mystery.

"No need." He stood next to the man who used the mysterious emotion type, and reminded others that he was already in this place. After we cast our gazes, he carried the fainted man on his shoulders, his voice was full of pale, as if he had lost the boredom of life’s passion, "I am here for him, and now, my task is complete. Up."

The man who manipulated the eye pattern couldn't help but slapped his mouth~IndoMTL.com~ made a weird expression and said, "Are you friends?"

"Yes. I love him very much. He should love me too, but some things were messed up during the period." The man with his voice full of boredom was outspoken, but he didn't feel like it. Seriously, just followed the questioner and made a joke.

"Have you done it? A lover's trilogy." The man manipulating the eye pattern asked further.

"Yes, my love has poured into his body." The man with a dull voice still replied plainly, "However, he felt that he could not bear it, so he ran away. Wandering far away. But—" He paused, and the withered voice finally had a little color: "But the day he left me made me understand the weight of this love. I won't let it go anymore. He left. He is my little canary and should be locked in a cage by me. Although he may go on a hunger strike at first, I think he will get used to it."

"Oh, Xuete, shut up." The person who asked the question finally surrendered in this kind of answer that couldn't tell whether it was serious or malicious. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)