Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 677: Four scurrying in the air

My magic pattern was promoted to the third level, and the file was shocked by this. She couldn't hide this emotion at all, so that her voice would freeze. She is also a Mageweave Messenger, and knows exactly how difficult it is for Mageweave to be promoted, otherwise she would not still be a second-level Mageweave Messenger, and in the current information, only Father Xi Sen has reached it by coincidence. Level three and a half, that is a kind of caution full of side effects, and the changes I have produced after my Mageweave promotion, explained by side effects, can also completely convince her. Only I understand that although the changes that I have made are not exaggerated as side effects of Mageweave promotion, the actual situation is more complicated than the meaning of "side effects".

This three-level magic pattern is not the power of "I" Gao Chuan himself, nor is it the strength of the past "Gao Chuan" information, but a very powerful one, perhaps, from the past to the present The power brought by the most powerful of all "Gaochuan". Moreover, the "Gao Chuan" possessing this power is in a state of dying. I never felt that after gaining his power, there would be no evil in the slightest. The series of feelings that Mageweave had when I was promoted were still unforgettable after I returned to my mind. The pain, the throbbing, the burning emotion, the sound like a heavenly song... everything is in the dark. What does it signify? It's like in mysticism, mortals are exchanging faith for the power of gods, or the power of gods forcefully penetrates the body of a mortal, and resembles a demon disguised as a god, lodged in the soul of a mortal , Resurrection step by step.

I know that I have gone one step further towards death. Every time I gain strength, I use the last time in my life in exchange for it, even. This kind of power only exhibits power in the state of consciousness, or it is precisely because it can display extraordinary power in the state of consciousness, that it appears powerful and terrifying.

I can’t be sure. How much I have changed, this is purely an ideological, a change in personality and will. This change seems to have been imperceptibly for a long time, but at this time there is a sudden qualitative change, but this feeling. It is undoubtedly an illusion. I can't see my changes clearly, but I am absolutely sure that the changes that I have produced are definitely not natural.

The file was silent for a moment, and asked me intently: "Then, you of the third-level Mageweave messenger. Can you break through the blockade of these troops?"

"Why not?" I answered. Although this is not my own power, I cannot analyze the manifestation of this power, but I am also Gao Chuan. This reason is sufficient. It allows me to use these powers like a squandering instinct. It is my hands and feet, even if I don't know the limits of my hands and feet. However, when you need to use it, it will still act as you wish.

I raised my wrist and lifted the crow quark standing on my forearm high. I knew, just knew, that it was not an ordinary crow. And this kind of unusualness is not because of its state of being independent of this ideological world, but because I understand it subconsciously. It is a kind of demon called the "devil". The third-level Mageweave messenger can regain a demon and use the power of this demon. In the occult, this demon has always been called the "devil".

"This is my ambassador." I said, of course the file is not quite clear. However, the rumors about envoys are not unfamiliar to those who are familiar with occultism. The file was quietly watching from the side. Quark's body gradually lost its shape as a bird under our gaze. I wrapped this cloth around my shoulders, and then, I knew that now I can appear in the shadows and fly like a bird.

I have no doubt about this instinctive feeling, stretched out my hand to embrace the file, and jumped out into the air beside me. The body is falling, faster and faster, but the heart seems to be lifted up.

"Quark."

Fly, Quark!

The sound of the wind whistling in my ears suddenly stopped, and my body seemed to be pulled, staying in the air for a moment. I noticed the change in the cloak on my shoulders, it seemed to penetrate through my shoulder blades, and it wouldn't fall off even if I didn't hold it tightly. In the chain judgment, I perceive my current appearance. The gray cloak stretches out at the back. It really looks like a pair of gray wings. I can’t tell whether it is a wing or a bat. The edges flutter in the wind.

My body was tumbling in the air, and before I was about to hit the platform beside the side in the swift wind, I finally found a balance point and successfully suspended in the air just one meter away from the platform.

The face of the file is not so good, because we really almost hit the platform, even if it’s just a body made up of a state of consciousness, but it’s unavoidable to get hurt, because—everything we experience is just like the real thing. Not an illusion of consciousness.

"It's amazing." I said to myself excitedly.

"Go to hell! Next time you pull me up to do such an experiment, I'll kick you down!" said the file angrily.

This kind of feeling of being able to fly freely only by relying on the body is not something that can be experienced by sitting in an iron bird or jumping between tall buildings. The wings did not flap, but there was a force that resisted the earth and gravity, and even pushed the air current of the body. My body was as light as a bamboo strip. The wings moved according to my will, slapped the air forcefully, just once, the scene in the field of vision quickly passed backwards.

Quick-sweeping superpower is already present, and the invisible channel that should be attached to the ground can be continued. At this time, the body can be stretched freely in any space, and even plunged into the huge gear machinery, the platform and the corridor in the strong light And the shadow cast by enthusiasm. As long as there are shadows and gaps, I am free.

Airflow, gravity, and most obstacles can't stop me from moving. I can't suppress the emotions in my heart. I circled the platform several times. The frequency of flapping my wings is not high, but every stroke is full of power. I feel the speed is accelerating, blinking ten meters, 20 meters, 30 meters...I feel like a free shooting star, and then turn towards the direction of the goal——

Fly away.

The soldiers who are advancing against the violent chaotic airflow have no time to catch our figure. Although they are not affected as big as a behemoth like a fighter plane, they are not affected when they move. When the fault between the platform and the corridor jumps, it will inevitably be affected. The concentration of Mercedes-Benz allows them to erase the mistakes caused by this influence to a certain extent, but when I hold the file. When inserted into their array from the air, this state of concentration immediately disappeared. They are like the wolf who has found the prey, and suddenly focused on us. Not all the soldiers are paying attention to us, but the soldiers on the flight path. As long as they are not too far apart, they will notice our existence and exude a strong killing intent. This killing intent is thousands of episodes and Baihui, and even the human form that once produced them is melting, becoming a kind of completely representative " "Killing" means a **** color that keeps twisting.

Even through a gas mask. It also seemed to be able to see the eyes behind the goggles, as if they had been lit, emitting a deep red light.

Our speed is very fast. The soldiers who just noticed our soldiers were soon left behind by us. In my perception, these soldiers are even as dull as wooden men. but. Compared with the area occupied by these troops, our speed is not fast. Therefore, the hostility of killing spreads forward at a speed like a light wave, quickly surpassing us, and letting the team ahead. There was a riot.

When we went deep into the platforms and corridors where these troops were entrenched, the soldiers farther ahead had already turned around, as if a chain of dominoes collapsed, one after another. Some soldiers stopped and let other soldiers pass by, while they and other stopped colleagues built a line of defense on the spot. I can see it clearly, after integrating the power of the envoy, my vision has been strengthened as never before. They raised their guns and carried the bazookas carried by the side of the marching backpacks, trying to stop us from moving forward. These soldiers who were ready to attack were not only in the front. Our speed was still very fast compared to them. Some soldiers who had already reacted were left behind. However, it was them who opened fire first.

On the route that the file and I passed, the soldiers who had already raised their muzzles opened fire. The dense lines of fire focused on us from all directions, up and down, but before they hit us, they were already thrown at us. Behind us, even so, countless bullets were still chasing us, trying to intercept us by pre-measurement. Holding the file in the air, I flipped and turned, constantly changing my course, freely shuttled among the bullets. These soldiers can't catch up with us at all, and bullets can't do it, and the more powerful but slower rocket launcher is even more unlikely to stop us.

The line of fire seems to be dense, but when I travel through it, I can’t feel the pressure at all, because in my perception, all of this is slow, and I can even see every bullet that passes by my side. shape. The file is yelling, what we are doing must give her an unprecedented sense of excitement. Even a Level 2 Mageweave Envoy, an extremely powerful and experienced mercenary, can hardly have such an experience.

Single-handedly breaking into a defense line constructed by a group army, this is simply something that only appears in heroic characters in fantasy works. Even if this group army is all infantry, the most powerful firepower is only a shoulder-mounted bazooka. The equipment possessed by these soldiers was from the Second World War. However, these anomalous soldiers seem to have endless ammunition and energy, and their mobility is far beyond mortals. They are full of fanatical hostility. Although they do not have a clear commander, they seem to be composed of soldiers from many countries, but they are like a pack of wolves. It cooperates instinctively, and its combat effectiveness is enough to match the armies of most modern countries without the powerful range of force killing.

Yes, this anomalous army is extremely powerful compared with an army composed of ordinary people, but to me flying with wings, it is like a chicken dog. I am alone, of course, can not kill a group army, but they are also helpless against me. Between the flying bullets, I tossed and turned, the arm blade bounced through a series of soldiers, and they couldn't even react. Before they turned the muzzle, I had my head beheaded, not one or two, and In the blink of an eye, the soldiers on a barbed wire corridor were slashed at both ends by me, and their separated bodies just fell into the air after I moved away from the corridor.

I galloped against the edge of the platform and corridor, my arm blade lifted countless heads and corpses in the middle. The spray of blood, and even the soldiers who were leaping to another platform and corridor, would be beheaded in the air as soon as I passed by. If I observe my actions at this time with the senses of a normal person, I can only see a gray band-like afterimage that entangles repeatedly. In an instant, he went back and forth in the line of fire, and then when he flew farther away, only the corpses and blood red were left in the sky.

Under the dual blessing of flying ability and fast-sweeping super power, we quickly approach the source of the wind. Father Xi Sen's air pressure control superpower is not useless at this time, it is the power generated by the third-level half magic pattern, and the power range spreads far away. And the closer you are to the place where the force is generated, the clearer the pressure you feel in the flying state. Even the invisible channel constructed by the speed-sweeping super energy will inevitably have an impact under this pressure-this is not pure air pressure. Influence, but from the mystery of super power.

The air seems to be getting denser and denser, and it even makes me produce one. If you move forward, your speed will drop. The reason why I was able to traverse this anomalous group army relied on this kind of free and high-speed movement. Once the speed is reduced, these lines of fire that keep chasing us will pose a threat. However, I also instinctively knew that this feeling of speed would decrease. It's just an illusion, because I can continue to accelerate, I haven't exhausted my full strength, and I can't even see the bottom line of the power that I have at this time, and this bottom line is definitely not the resistance at this time. of.

In the endless light and heat, in the hot pursuit, in the line of fire converging from all directions. Between the huge gears, platforms and corridors, in the corpses and blood of soldiers. I flew with the file in my arms, shuttled, hacked and killed, nothing can stop us from moving forward.

Along the way. The soldiers died and wounded countless, and I did not count how many I killed, because they were still endlessly chasing us. They have no concept of death, no emotion of fear, as if fighting forever is their greatest satisfaction, endless fighting will bring the most luscious taste, their faces are covered by gas masks, but if they really have one Zhang's lively face would definitely be an expression of immense joy at this time. Almost just after I cut a gap, it will be filled in by new soldiers. They trampled on the bodies of their former companions, but they didn't even pay attention to what was under their feet.

The fanatical behavior was accompanied by no noise, only the roar of guns, but it seemed to be playing a grand rhythm. There is no need to listen carefully. This rhythm, like a silent song, penetrates into the ears and penetrates into the soul, as if even the soul of the dead can be ignited.

Me and the file, stepping on the drums of guns, the melody of death, in the Great Wall of flesh and military uniforms, and amidst the raging wind, we approached the center of this incomparably magnificent war whirlpool. It was originally a black spot, but now it has expanded a hundred times faster, and I can see ant-like human figures constantly falling from the sky. For the time being, I can’t identify which one is my own, but since the fierce fighting is still going on, it means that there are still people alive. Moreover, this stable fighting intensity makes me sure that the two sides of the battle will continue for a long, long time. The time is not the limit of both parties.

On this road, you can still see fighter jets. Although the task force that we followed was all crashed when we went deep here, there were more flying units arranged in a huge formation. , Like a boat against the current, moving little by little toward the center of the battlefield. Among them is a huge airship, not only from the victorious countries, but also airships with the Nazi logo clearly marked. Moreover, these airships with the Nazi logo~IndoMTL.com~ are generally larger, more rigid and harder than the airships of other countries. Cruel, like a giant beast running across the air. When the file and I shuttled in their shadows, we were all surprised by the majestic aura, which is a scene that our age has no way of seeing.

Although in the real history of World War II, the airships of these different countries even have a deep hatred between each other, but at this time, under the influence of the same will, they are moving towards the same goal. Airships have already gone deeper, bringing the center of the battlefield into the attack range.

Every airship is surrounded by a large number of fighter jet groups. Even if the Nazis descended on Las Vegas, they did not have such a large number of troops. With the help of the airship's power, the fighter group can barely maintain a flying attitude. When the airship launches an attack, they cannot join the battle because the airship's attack range is much longer than them.

A cannon poked its head out of the airship’s cabin, followed by a flaming missile, tearing apart the violent airflow, deep into the center of the battlefield, and for a time, all the space in all directions was covered by meteor-like missiles. Fill up. Some of these missiles were detonated after being whiplashed by air currents, but more of them had the power to travel to the battlefield, as if they were guarded by a mysterious force, guided and avoided various obstacles, like fish swimming in the ocean tide. (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.)