Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 671: Walk in the air

I hugged the file, jumped down from the edge of the iron stand, and recovered to the juvenile's body. The fallen shíhòu felt a sense of lightness. If the prosthetic body is a heavy piece of lead, nàme's current body is just like Feather yīyàng, when the air flows around my ears, it makes me feel like it can hold up the buoyancy of my body. This is just a kind of gǎào. The speed of our fall increased and our méiyǒu was changed as a result. However, before falling to the footing place more than ten meters below, I raised my arm and shot the hook rope to climb the edge of the iron stand above. Our falling trend was buffered, but I did not choose the barbed wire below as a foothold, but swayed my body and leaped towards the space further forward." "Fiction." The two of us just fell and swayed, looking for and passing through the gaps between platforms, corridors, and gear-lever mechanisms, and sprinting downwards in such an unusual route.

In addition to using hooks to slow down the speed of the fall from time to time, our feet almost fell on the ground. This way of action, even a file seems to have never experienced before, and flushes of excitement and excitement appear on our faces, sharp. His eyes are constantly following his whereabouts, looking for clues that kěnéng exists somewhere within sight. For me, although the body is naturally accustomed to this way of movement, there is still a shock like "first flight". In such a fall, even the initial jerky experience has gone through hundreds of times, and it is inevitable that occasionally I have a sense of sight. It seems that zìjǐ has done this before, so I feel that it is the "Gaochuan" of the past. Or, it is the information legacy of the young Gaochuan phantom at work. From the beginning, I felt that zìjǐ can do this kind of thing, but the shíhòu who really did it still couldn't help but wonder in my heart.

The quark hovered around, sometimes flying to the distance, turning into a black spot and slowly moving at the end of the field of vision. Sometimes it revolves around a huge arc, like the sky, like the earth, like a floating island suspended in the air, shuttles between the platforms, corridors and huge machinery, just like birds of prey patrolling the territory.

The chain decision works naturally. Just like instinct, before "thinking", yǐ refined into an invisible thread, connecting me and the quark, and then radiating in all directions with the quark's body. In my mind, it is like a telescope with a side attached to a kite floating in the distance. The wide-area lens angle of view turns into an impression of a wider landscape than can be observed by normal vision. I don't really "see" those things. However, there are some shíme in my zhīdào.

In this depressed, heavy, and never-changing landscape of mechanical structure, the file and I are the only two in existence, as small as ants. Although the falling shíhòu and the swift air current make us feel that zìjǐ is traveling very fast, the distance we travel is not worth mentioning when compared with the infinitely broad mindset in this gǎào. therefore. Although several minutes passed, I still saw the shadows and changes. But it doesn't make people feel irritable.

Both the file and I believe that in this state of mind, we are definitely more than the two of us. Moreover, this ideological servant will not remain silent forever, it will always produce some dangerous changes and become a clue to guide us. rúguǒ here is the inside of the fine shén integration device. nàme, we have to do some shíme, not just find a way out. There will certainly not be a minority of people who have similar ideas. Even one side of the 51st district alliance. Things have long since become like this, and they regard this unexpected development as the key to their execution of the plan.

The last time the Jing shén integrated device ran away with a devastating force, this change may also be regarded as the rush of the Jing shén integrated device. rúguǒ, the last runaway was not accidental, but a control method at the 51st district, nàme, this time also. Just to bring the consciousness of everyone into this patron, the kěnéng that shíme does not do is very small. The 51-zone force alliance must be moving towards an important dìāng, or waiting for us to enter in a certain wèizhì. By.

Perhaps, this is an experiment of the 51st District Alliance on the Jingshén integration device. Jung yǐ Jing collected enough evidence to prove that the 51 area and méiyǒu completely controlled the Jing-shén integration device. This is a mystery far beyond people’s imagination. Therefore, it is worth racking their brains to study it. . Inferring from this thinking, in the depths of this ideology, there is a very kěnéng hidden the key to further control of this fine-shén integration device.

Like it is

In the city of Las Vegas, the "Night of Valpus" constructed from the fragments of the Jingshén integrated device. The fragments of the Jingshén integrated device that were taken away by the alienated Zuojiang are not the things that exist in the normal servants, but the core things in the depths of the "Night of Valpus". Similar to this ideology that gives people "infinite", the night of Valpus in Las Vegas is also "infinite" in a sense. I will not forget the thundercloud sky at the end of the ǎngóméiyǒu that hangs upside down below the earth seen from the window in the hotel building of the strange servant.

This ideological attendant, and the night of Valpus, really have too many similarities.

"Come!" I raised my head and looked into the distance where the quark was. The hooks popped out again in my hand, and after climbing a fixed object jìnháng buffered, I landed on a gear that rotates, and kept swaying up and down. On the huge leverage. In the chain determination with quark as the center divergence, something shíme broke into the edge of the observation range and flew quickly beyond our direction. That's right, it's like flying yīyàng, completely paused and cramped. Originally it was only one or two, but within a few seconds of shí, the number of these moving objects quickly increased to hundreds.

rúguǒ regards the observations of chain determination as radar, nàme, these things that break into the radar are like an air force launching a sudden attack.

They are extremely fast, passing under the quark within a short while, they méiyǒu cares about the quark, maybe it doesn't care, or méiyǒu is aware of the existence of quark at all. The quarks fluttered their wings and flew back, but they were gradually pulled away. File and méiyǒu I can observe far, but she really trusted me very much. As soon as she fell on the lever, she aimed at the direction I was looking at, and was ready to fight.

After a few breaths, those flying objects appeared within the visual field of the naked eye. There was a heavy roar, like a rolling thunder, coming from a distant place where a mountain-like mechanical structure stood. When they got closer and came out of the gap between the huge mechanical structures, the file and I finally confirmed that they were enemies and not friends.

Those flying objects are lined up in a neat and majestic queue. Just seeing it is enough to confirm that strong will to fight, the closer you are to us, the more you can reach the size of this team.

"Army? Air force?" The file couldn't help being dumbfounded, but immediately yelled, "Shit! It's really an air force! More than a hundred, jet type? No, it's really an antique propeller Takakawa, I méiyǒu dazzled. ? Is that the "fire-breathing"?"

The "Spitfire" is a very famous fighter model in the Second Servant War. At this moment, the air force rushing towards our direction is a large force composed of more than one hundred Spitfires. I guessed with the file. What kind of weirdness exists in this ideological servant, and many weird things have been conceived. Because this is the patronage of consciousness, we feel that there will be some abnormal shapes and ways of existence that reflect certain refined consciousness. but. A "fire-breathing" unit full of the breath of World War II is completely out of speculation.

These fighters do not matter in appearance, momentum or action. All are filled with a living, real breath. ǎngó We really returned to the sky of World War II, facing a bombing from the sky. It's just that the location is wrong, this is not a city, nor is it a wild place. It is an endless space composed of various platforms, corridors, gear levers and other mechanical structures.

The file glanced at the revolver and crossbow in zìjǐ, and asked me: "Can this thing hit airplanes?"

"Maybe." I hugged her again and continued to fall downward, "I haven't tried. You can try."

"You can try it." The file laughed: "I have never used a pistol or crossbow to hit an airplane, but I have done it with a rifle."

"rúguǒIf they catch up," I said while falling.

"They will definitely catch up, otherwise, they will have to appear in this patron, don't they? Young man." The file adjusted my body, put my arm on my shoulder, and pointed at the "fire-breathing" people. The direction.

As the file said, this "Spitfire" air force locked us, and as we fell, they began to turn around neatly. Compared to the speed at which we are falling, their approach is undoubtedly faster, more ferocious, and full of malice. Suddenly, countless firelights bloomed from there, and rows of eye-catching firepower dotted lines straddled. Because the distance was too far, the yǐjing was beyond the range of the file. Therefore, at the beginning of the attack, the yǐjing took the file and swung into the gap of a set of gears. Bullets shot on the gear mechanism, splashing dense clusters of sparks. As I expected, these seemingly iron gears are extremely strong, and the channel material in the boundary line is almost indestructible.

"You are a mercenary shíhòu, have you done anything like this? File." I asked the file calmly in the fierce suppressing fire. Even if the air force of unknown origin in World War II confirmed that the bullets could not penetrate these gears, it stopped attacking, and there was no need to save ammunition.

"Strengthen an air force from the front?" The file shrugged, "Of course méiyǒu, this is not an easy task. Not everyone can do it even with a second-level Mageweave messenger."

"I am also méiyǒu." I put the harlequin mask on my face and said quietly: "Now we have a chance to try it."

The file smiled slightly and played a trick: "As long as the bullet goes in, I will have a problem."

After that, we were silent, moving forward with the rotation of the gears, keeping the relative wèizhì in this hiding place, so as not to be caught in the rotating gears. The flying brigade composed of "Spitfire" quickly approached during the quark's observation. The firepower covering the gear mechanism stopped for a moment. Now you can be sure that this flying brigade is definitely not a normal product. They have a mystery. So they don’t need to worry about the loss of ammunition, the cooling of the launcher, and even the fuel consumption, nénggòu will never stop maneuvering in the air. rúguǒ and shíme abnormal dìāng, then you have to fight against each other before you can understand it. Neither I nor the file think this is a masterpiece of some people who entered this consciousness from the outside with us, because the scale is too big.

"Is this the counterattack of this consciousness?" The file muttered shíhòu, the formation of the flying brigade began to change, one part went around to the left and the other part went around to the right. Only the middle part is still coming straight towards the dìāng where we are. Before the flying teams circling on both sides turned their noses, more than 30 Spitfires passed by the gear mechanism where we were.

The roar engulfed all the voices of this waiter, the fierce airflow formed a vortex in the narrow gap, rúguǒ are just ordinary people, just these fighters passing by is enough to suffer, and even unable to stabilize the body. Fall out of the gap. These fighters. It's like performing stunts, one after another, almost wiping the gear mechanism, flying by on both sides. However, it is precisely because of their behavior that I and the file have an excellent opportunity to fight back.

They are too close.

I almost saw the pilot staying in the cockpit, except that the cockpit glass should be transparent. But it seems to be covered with a layer of frost, and only the outline of the human figure can be seen vaguely.

The file and I turned around at the same time, dividing our enemies back to back. Just as the shíhòu was shot with the file, I pounced from the other side towards the "post-spray" fuselage that was close at hand. Although the méiyǒu brain hardware calculates at high speed and accurately, the body's instincts should be in the shímeshíhòu, how to use force to jump on the shíhòu that these "fire-breathing" fighters pass by. Instead of falling into an empty space, or being hit. It is shredded by a high-speed propeller. Even if it is just an old-fashioned fighter plane from World War II, it is necessary to correctly jump to what the best e-man can do. In other words, this yǐ precision is beyond the reach of normal people. Only in the movie can such a stunt be completed.

And me. It's easy to do such a thing. No brain calculation is required. Any force that interferes with the movement of the body in the air will not cause negative interference in this guòchéng, but will become a real boost. ǎngó At this moment, the chain judgment ability possessed by this body. As well as the pseudo-quick-sweeping ability in the prosthetic state, they are surprisingly perfectly combined.

I lightly landed on a "Spitfire" fuselage. Before the "Spitfire" wakes up and takes a response, I slightly lifted my upper body, the right arm ejected a blade, and plunged into the cockpit. The glass and méiyǒu have been mysteriously reinforced, and the blade of the blade pierced the human-shaped head with a faintly visible outline. At the same time, there was an explosion sound behind me, no need for me to look back, quark ǎngózhīdào, like my heart, has been floating there, what it sees, just like what I saw, the file used the revolver to fire the machine gun continuously. , Smashed a "fire-breathing" cockpit and seemed to hit the pilot in it. The "fire-breathing" was like a kite with a broken wire falling all the time, hitting a huge gear, and instantly turned into A ball of fire. However, before the "Spitfire" was destroyed, the left hand of the file squeezed the trigger of the crossbow, and the galloping arrow plunged into the fuselage of another "Spitfire" somewhere, directly detonating the entire aircraft. body.

The file also did something incredible enough to make ordinary people dumbfounded.

Rúguǒ is not enough defense for these "fire-breathing" fuselage defense méiyǒu, that is, this pair of "Gaochuan" equipment, with a higher level of defense. This is the first time I have used these equipment, and now the effect is remarkable, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief. When I said it was too late, I stirred my arm and pulled out the arm blade that was inserted into the head of the "fire-breathing" pilot under me. Because the fuselage lost the pilot's control, the flying posture began to become chaotic. Before it rolled over, I activated the real speed-sweeping super power. The magic lines became scorching hot in such a moment, and a momentary tingling sensation penetrated into the skin, but it did not hinder any of my movements. On the contrary, it made me feel a kind of power erupting from the depths of my heart.

The burning soul seems to splash a lot of sparks at this moment.

The invisible channel that only I can see~IndoMTL.com~ spread from my foothold to other "Spitfire" fighters. The guòchéng formed by the channel is full of rhythm in my feelings. However, compared with the flying speed of these "fire-breathing", it is as fast as it is always there.

I leaned on the ground, prostrated my body, exerted force with my feet, and galloped away from the tunnel, clinging to the fuselage like flying arrows. Even when I jumped out of the fuselage and was in mid-air, there was still an impulse pushing me, making me feel like I was stepping on the ground, going retrograde in the direction of these "fire-breathing" flights. The **** of the servant seems to be about to solidify, flowing slowly. In my perception, these high-speed flying "fires" are like slow-flowing sticky yètǐ. The explosions in the distance, as well as the bullets and arrows fired from the file, all present a slow motion state. In this slow waiter, only my speed is normal, no, it should be said that it is faster than usual.

I jumped onto the nose of the second Spitfire, plunged the arm blade into it, and cut straight to the tail along the centerline of the fuselage, and then jumped onto the third fighter plane, drawing the scoop according to the gourd.

Completely méiyǒu difficulty. Compared with me, they are too dull, too bulky, and too fragile, just like cutting butter. I smashed thirteen fighters all the way along the route formed by the invisible passage, and jumped to the wèizhì where the file was on the last "Spitfire". To be continued...