Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 676: Improper

The airflow wrapped around the "Spitfire" fuselage seemed to have its own consciousness. After some trials, it began to become more chaotic and frenzied, as if it was trying to kill prey in one go. The file firmly grasped the control sense and tried to adjust the flying posture, but the fuselage rolled in the chaotic airflow, quickly narrowing the distance from the surrounding obstacles. The two of us could feel the trembling of "fire-breathing", as if we were trapped by a large rope, shaking left and right, even the skeleton seemed to be about to disperse. Its flying posture became more and more strange. The entire fuselage had been tilted and fluttered in the direction of the wings. The propeller seemed to be stuffed with a large amount of rocks, stopping and turning from time to time, constantly making a "cuckling" sound. Seeing that the huge metal platform ahead is getting closer and closer, the power of "Spitfire" is simply not enough to get it out of this deadly route.

"Jumping! Gao Chuan! Can't do it anymore!" shouted the file.

I jumped out of the cockpit without thinking, grabbed the hand extended by the file, and pulled her out forcefully. Before we jumped out of the fuselage, the "Spitfire" had completely turned over and we were completely lost. I got my foothold and started to fall downward. I shot the hook, like I did countless times before, climbing a barbed wire corridor on the nearby side, and then leaped to another metal platform with the power of the swing. Just when we landed, there was a violent crash sound not far away, and then a blazing scene came into the corner of our eyes. The "Spitfire" we were riding in hit the platform there, and the fragments were scattered around in the explosion.

It's not just the body we're in, but the special mixed flight brigade that is closer to the source of the chaotic airflow than us has suffered a heavy loss. In almost every breath, you can see the blooming of fire and the fragmentation of the outline. These fighters are like playing collision balls, constantly destroying themselves and their companions. Their moths rushed to the fire, and did not bring them any vitality. There is still an extremely long distance from the source, and the number of airframes in the entire flying brigade has been reduced by nearly half.

After leaving "Spitfire", the wind that the file and I felt was still very strong, just like a typhoon passing by. There is a situation in which even trees are uprooted, but compared to the power to destroy the fleet, it is undoubtedly weakened many times. People have to feel that these chaotic air currents are blocking these aircraft. But this idea is quite reasonable, and the file and I can give countless reasons for this approach. Father Xi Sen's air pressure control super power, able to control the air power in a wide range, is undoubtedly a very powerful thing for combat.

No one knows, in this ideological world. How many such anomalous flying units can be produced, and in this world where there is no earth, only endless sky and abyss, the struggle for air supremacy is undoubtedly very important. All flying units that can not fall into place and wander around have inherent advantages in geography.

It takes a lot of work for the file and me to deal with the fleet of machines that we are pursuing persistently. If you focus your energy on dealing with these flying units, the energy you can invest in other aspects will naturally decrease. Although you will not be afraid, you will also be restrained. Moreover, dealing with these flying units is not a business at all, and it is undoubtedly a waste of energy to spend on them. Father Xi Sen alone can control a large-scale air supremacy, which is undoubtedly good news for the people in his team.

However, I don't think so. Father Xi Sen's team can flow unimpeded in this ideological world. Their position is already within our visual distance, and this distance has not increased for some time. Obviously, something is blocking their way.

The file and I ran toward the source against the gusty wind. This time, there was no more interference from chasing soldiers. As the distant black spot as the source of wind gradually enlarges. The quark flying in the front is the first to observe what is there. The first to enter the perception is a string of teams. The individuals of these teams are all humanoids, coming from places beyond the observation range, coming in endlessly, just like us, quickly advancing toward the source of the wind. These humanoid long snake formations gallop along the barbed wire corridor and jump between different platforms. Each humanoid has extremely powerful mobility. Like us, it crosses two unconnected footholds through various methods. The gap between. The crackling footsteps, like the sound of surging water, seep into our ears with the direction of the wind, becoming louder and louder.

The clearly human-shaped team, but like a team after another, smelling the smell of prey, rushing to the target location swiftly. The team is not so neat in the high-speed movement, but because of the same direction, there is an unstoppable fierce situation. When the quark flew above their heads, they also failed to notice the existence of the crow, and no one looked at it.

How many people are rushing to the source of the wind? Thirty thousand? One hundred thousand? Hundreds of thousands? It is impossible to calculate at all, the range that can be sensed, and every place where it can stand is almost filled with these high-speed moving human figures. The file doesn't have the ability to perceive as far away as I am, so when we really saw the long queues of people with our own eyes, a look of horror appeared in her eyes.

It's an enemy, you can confirm it at first glance, and it's not an ordinary human being. These people were wearing military uniforms from the World War II era, and there were different styles of various countries, chaotic and boiling, but everyone was fully armed, helmets, gas masks, military coats and long military boots, covering layers of skin all over their bodies. , Can't see the real look at all. With the flying brigade of the Second World War in front, it is entirely possible to regard these huge numbers of troops as anomalies generated in the ideological world. These soldiers come from deeper below or farther above. The overall scale is in the horizontal range, which is not too large compared to the vertical range. Therefore, they can only be found when they are close to the current distance.

Soldiers from different countries gather together, there is no obvious commander, and no one presides over the march of the team, as if instinctively knowing where the enemy is, they keep moving forward, forward, and forward. Their speed is so fast, they just run on their own legs without any vehicles, but they are like chariots galloping on the highway, and the momentum is like a wolf running like a tiger. There are no obstacles to stop them, and they are like veteran undead crawling out of the grave. The only purpose of returning to the world is to participate in the war again and burn their lives in the war again.

Maybe. Over their heads, between this team, there should have been various fighter groups from World War II escorting and guarding the airspace. However, these aircraft units were affected by the chaotic airflow. Is falling from the air continuously. In addition to the special mixed flight group that I and the file were tracking, we also saw more aircraft arriving at this location, but the speed at which they fell did not change, even when they crashed into platforms and corridors. The explosions and fragments affected the marching soldiers, causing considerable casualties.

The soldiers swept by the impact, like ants, fell from the platform and the edge of the corridor, and above them, more and more fighters crashed like meteors, and more planes broke in. This piece of scope. The source of wind is like a catastrophic magnet. An endless stream of destruction and death is harvested, but such a storm, for the marching team, is like a rock falling in the water, and it produces ripples that can't stop the will of these soldiers to rush to the battlefield. It is this unquestioning and fearless, even full of fanatical will that makes the people who witnessed this scene frightened.

"What the **** happened?" The file and I hid on the periphery of this tiger wolf army, guessing the answer to the question. The file gritted his teeth. But she didn't dare to get one step closer to that side. Without her superpower, it was impossible for her to deal with such a huge army. This army is not comparable to the "Spitfire" flying brigade. It has a huge advantage in number, even if it is composed of ordinary soldiers. It is enough to form an overwhelming load on a large part of mystery holders. Even in the normal world, no one would do the stupidity of fighting an army of more than 10,000 people alone. The mystery holders can rely on their mystery to freely advance and retreat from the encirclement of the ordinary army, but it does not mean that they can all face-to-face confrontation. . Moreover, these soldiers today are simply anomalies in the ideological world, and they must have characteristics beyond common sense just like those fighters.

Perhaps, the real bodies of these soldiers, like the fighter pilots, are skeletons, undead from the past. There is no pain, no real meaning of death, no physical and physical limitations, no extra emotions. The only thing that limits their power is the shortcomings of the human body, as well as spirituality and wisdom.

"This place is so wrong. Why are they all from the power of World War II?" The file said as if to himself.

"Probably because it did go through World War II and make it memorable, right?" I thought for a while and answered.

"Is it self-conscious?" The file still muttered to himself.

"Who knows?" I raised my head and surveyed the endless world. "This is the spiritual integration device seized from the hands of the Nazis at the end of World War II. It is the most terrifying and mysterious legacy of that era. No matter what. The possibilities are not surprising."

"What should we do now? They are too many, and we can't pass through them at all." The eyes of the file condensed, observing the abnormal army, and said: "Father Xi Sen and those guys do what What's going on? They have created such a big momentum. It's amazing that they can support for so long."

"They have been prepared. Although these soldiers are numerous, they are still ideological creations, and they have fixed forms and characteristics. For conscious walkers, they are easier to deal with than those elusive weirdness. "I analyzed. I have stayed in this ideological world for a long time, and I have seen the threatening anomaly here. Although purely in terms of scenes, this ideological world that may be formed by a mental integration device is larger and heavier than the boundary line of "Jiang". However, it is easier for people who walk in the mystery to deal with it. Because it gives people the feeling that it is relatively stable and lacks the unpredictability of ideology-to describe it more appropriately, this ideological world is like the conscious world of a historian, while the boundary line of "Jiang" is more like It is the conscious world of a mental patient.

Most of the time, mental patients are more dangerous than historians.

"Aren't you also a conscious walker?" The file asked back: "If you can't figure out a way, we can only stay here and stare. And, if there is no brilliant idea, I won't do it. ."

"Maybe there is a way." I told the truth, "but. Not sure, you have to do an experiment."

"What?" asked the file, but I couldn't answer definitively because it was just a feeling. The feeling produced by the presence of quarks. I think I can break through the blockade of this army, but I can't tell why it is related to Quark. The file stared at me, and when I was silent, he didn't ask any more questions.

I call quark in my heart. In a short while, the crow flew from the distant sky. I raised my arm and it landed firmly on my forearm. The file looked at the two of us, as if wondering what I wanted to do. However, she doesn't need to think about how long. An instinctive feeling, like a spring flowing in my body, before my thinking started to turn, the magic lines on the inner wrist heated up again, this kind of burning seemed to flow along the nerves in every part of the body. I bend down in pain, just like a fire. This pain is beyond words. It seemed to burst from the depths of the body's genes, and it seemed to burst from the depths of the soul, the fiery heat of the magic pattern was just an introduction. Accompanied by pain, there is also a living foreign body sensation, as if there is something terrible that does not belong to me, awakening in my own body, and like a terminally ill patient, feeling the continuous spread of cancer cells. Something is vying with yourself for the body and soul that originally belonged to you. It has taken root and grown, but it is still sprouting, invading every inch of territory.

My face must be distorted at this time, it's just. Covered by a clown mask. My body keeps trembling, not just because of pain, but also because of a kind of fear that accompanies pain, a kind of instinctive fear that I was born with. I can’t think about why I’m in fear, it just happens so naturally. NS. I feel as if I am distorting, becoming another person, or another thing.

My vision is blurred, as if I am in a raging flame, looking at the world outside the flame. The outline of the file is approaching me, I can't even see her face, I just feel her movements are so careful. I heard her voice, roaring like thunder, but I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying.

Amidst this thunderous voice, a clear ballad suddenly sounded, like a white light bursting out of a dark cloud.

It seems that not only the devil, but even the angels have awakened from this unbearable suffering.

"The first word is dream,

From a deep sleep,

Bring out my inner secrets quietly.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly to the arms of God,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

One of the golden apples fell off.

The third word is hope,

I woke up in the cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots, the distant future..."

Unknown songs, but with peace and warmth that penetrates the heart. I, who caused pain and fear, found a trace of comfort and a longing for life. My pain and fear, being supported by this song a little bit, made me almost unwilling to wake up, hoping to dream of this long drunk dream-yes, at this moment, I know that I am dreaming, a dream A dream that makes people drunk. I also gradually learned that no matter the pain, fear or this beautiful, peaceful song, it all comes from "Jiang". You don't need to ask yourself why you know it. This answer is like a mark engraved on the source of life. No matter how many rebirths, it will not fade at all.

I don't know what "Jiang" has done or what changes he has made. The only thing I know is that I am stronger now, and at the same time, I am closer to death. I feel that I am becoming less like myself, and this feeling must not be an illusion. I am changing. This change does not originate from the body, but from the consciousness of personality, because at this time, am I not in the world of consciousness? Isn't one's strength just because of a change in ideology in this ideological world?

What will I become? This answer ~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe I know it myself, but I already know it by instinct. No matter how it changes, I will still be "Gao Chuan", but maybe someday in the future, I will no longer be who I am now, and will become the boy Gao Chuan that I have seen many times in the depths of my personality consciousness.

How much has changed me now compared to me earlier? I can't be sure, and I don't want to confirm it.

"Gao Chuan! Gao Chuan!" The file grabbed my shoulder and shook it vigorously. She reached out to take off my clown mask, but it was blocked by my raising hand.

"I'm fine." I said.

"You don't look like you are okay." The file said sternly.

"It's just a side effect in order to become strong." I explained it vaguely in a way she could understand, and then, in her distrustful gaze, subconsciously raised her wrist. So, she and I saw the three-sided magic pattern on the inside of the wrist.

"Level three or three magic lines?" The tone of the file seemed to solidify. (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. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)