Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 706: Virtual reality

Once it has something to do with mystery, it's impossible to quit. This is a fact that all people who take the initiative or are forced to enter this circle must understand. This is the rule to be followed under the mechanism of the entire doomsday illusion. The danger from the mystery will continue to approach oneself, and even involve people around him. If you want to live, unless you have the power to withstand this pressure, the power of organization is indispensable. However, when you think about it in reverse, the entire doomsday illusion is developing towards being trapped in a mysterious vortex. No matter how you choose, everyone is surrounded by mystery ignorantly, or knowing the mystery in advance, clearly. Towards the end.

No matter which kind, the final result is death. Moreover, most of them will not be the end of their natural life, but will die in the flames of war. This is the script. Strictly speaking, it is the script of this doomsday fantasy. I don't have the power to stop this direction, or that I can't stop it, because, to complete the plan, you must experience this cruel scene. The end of this scene, Gao Chuan had never arrived in the past, he had died early, but even if he died, it was just the moment when he did not witness the collapse of the doomsday illusion.

Crash, rebuild, and go back and forth. Whether it is Gao Chuan or other patients with doomsday syndrome, they have spent many times in self-knowledge and ignorance. This is not the spread of life, it is just a painful cycle. Moreover, the actual time of such a cycle is extremely short, so short that even the normal life span of human beings cannot be exhausted-people in the doomsday illusion, so Those memories of birth and growth. Whether it is true or not, I can't say for myself. After all, the memory is so clear that all the things involved in it also exist in the doomsday illusion. As far as I am concerned, it can only be regarded as a dream that is extremely close to reality, or a dreamlike reality. Whether asserting that it is just a fake illusion, or admitting that it is really the past that you have experienced. All feel that it is not the same thing.

Of course, people who don't know anything about "reality" don't have such troubles.

I have always been contradictory. Even if I make up my mind to position my life in the doomsday illusion, I cannot eliminate this contradiction and operate calmly. Brain hardware with high-speed processing capabilities cannot solve this contradiction.

Sometimes I envy people who don’t know.

"Well, I am really envious." I said to myself.

"What? Gao Chuan. What are you talking about? Envy?" The file turned his head and asked.

"No, it's nothing. I just thought, it should be about to start." I said. The file frowned and stared at me with a deep gaze. After a long while, he nodded slowly, switched the subject, and said: "Did you notice anything? Gao Chuan."

"No, it's just a hunch," I said.

As he said that, a flash of light suddenly appeared at the corner of his eyes. In the ruins filled with grey mist and seemingly mysterious and lonely. The flash was as sharp and dazzling as a blade, drawing everyone's gaze in the direction of the huge mosaic phenomenon. "Enemy attack!" Amidst the warning sound from unknown sources, the flash burst out in the blink of an eye, like a flying arrow. In an instant, countless light spots approached everyone. In the retinal screen, the speed of the light spots approached. It slowed down a lot, but there was nothing more material in the light spot. The spot of light, formed entirely of condensed energy, splits at a speed that makes people unprepared. In the blink of an eye, it spread to all of us.

Everyone had to deal with these sudden flashes while resisting the phenomenon of mosaics that did not appear regularly. The penetrating flash of light brushed everyone's side, hitting everyone's defense, like a heavy rain, hitting the ground and walls densely, and then explosions of different scales occurred. The gray mist was stirred in the explosion, the scrapped equipment was shattered, sparks splashed and crackled, and then there was smoke and dust in the sky. The vision became hazy for a moment, and it was difficult to see. We stayed in Sakuya’s gray silk defensive circle, directly bearing this majestic attack, but the flying gray silk easily intercepted all these flashes. No one was hurt, it was just that there was no way of knowing what the other people were doing.

"An attack of this scale..." The sound of the file was a little serious, "Is it the masterpiece of those wizards' remnants? It's hard to imagine, they still have this level of power."

"These gray mists will strengthen their magical abilities." I gave a reason, but I am not too convinced that if the wizards really only have the number originally inferred, they can still release such a huge amount. strength. Is this a grey mist spell cast jointly? If judged only by the momentum it caused, if the caster is composed of more than a hundred wizards, its attack power may even exceed the gray mist giant, then they chose to use the gray mist giant instead of this high-intensity attack spell What is the reason for this? Is it just because, in order to reach the tower, it is necessary to use the form of the gray mist giant? However, if it is this kind of attack intensity, at the beginning of the core area of ​​the invading tower, it will be enough to wipe out more defenders.

"Sakiya! How powerful is this attack?" I asked.

"Well, just so-so." Sakiya said, "It looks like a big deal, but it's impossible to break through the defensive circle."

"Does it just seem to be overwhelming?" The file frowned. "Are you playing mystery?"

"However, even if the actual power is not as good as the appearance, but when it suddenly appears at this time, it really feels a little in the way." The wrestler said in a self-regarding tone. Indeed, when it comes to feeling in the way, absolutely It won't be us. Sakuya's defense was perfect.

The flash attack lasted for a while, then quickly faded. After the movement completely subsided, this silent atmosphere continued for a while. Afterwards, outside of the field of vision obscured by the muddy dust, there were continuous fine voices of human voices, and the wind also blew up, like exhaust, quickly clearing the muddy air. When the silhouettes of other people appeared in the line of sight one by one, several huge silhouettes also appeared around, as the field of vision continued to expand. These are not people at all, and the silhouettes of other monsters are constantly increasing. It didn't take a moment for people to realize that they were surrounded by these things.

What they are, I can't see clearly at all. It seems that the physical objects are covered by the gray mist, and they are like ghosts floating in the heavy and flowing gray mist. But without exception, their size is very huge, the largest category. The head even hit the ceiling. The dense outlines of monsters cast shadows that were deeper than the color of the gray fog, causing the light of the entire ruins to fall into a precarious situation.

The night, as if at this time, was deliberately created.

The outlines of these huge and dense monsters present a tight encirclement, even if the mosaic phenomenon appears on them. Nor can it erase this quantitative advantage. They give people a strong sense of oppression in terms of size and quantity. Moreover, I noticed that the faces of the cleaner and Cheka were pale, and water stains that seemed to be cold sweat faintly appeared on their foreheads. Are they afraid? I have some doubts, of course. It's not that they shouldn't be afraid, but after experiencing many mysterious events, they should get used to it, plus being mercenaries. They have not rarely encountered a situation of great pressure, judging from their past performance. Even if they are surrounded by enemies at this time, they shouldn’t be so nervous—yes, that’s nervousness, fear, and fear. These emotions give me the feeling that they are diluting their supposedly more rigorousness. The fighting mentality is a bit out of balance.

The furrowed brows of the file have not been Panasonic. She and I looked at each other, and I saw thick doubts in her eyes. Her heartbeat is accelerating. Judging from the physiological value change curve displayed on the retina screen, she is also somewhat biased towards negative emotions. Normal files should not be like this. The wrestler, gray fox, and fast gun are in better condition than the two rookies, but they are also extremely abnormal.

I can understand that the size and number of enemies, as well as the massive scale of the encirclement, will put a lot of pressure on people, but, probably because of the brain hardware, I don’t feel it at all. To this sense of oppression.

"Something is wrong." I said.

The file was about to say something, dense flashes of light once again lit up from the gaps between the monsters, and with another squally stormy covering suppressing attack, the monsters seemed to tear through the gray fog. , In the roar resounding through the ruins, launched a group charge against those of us who were in the encirclement. It feels like tearing us apart with limbs, chewing us with teeth, trampling us into fleshy flesh, but what comes with it is a strong, lingering feeling of abnormality—what's the matter? There is something wrong, and it is very contradictory to this kind of momentum.

"The power...weakened." Sakiya said, the gray silk flew rapidly, like countless steel whips being shaken, while resisting the flash shooting, tearing the monsters coming up to pieces. The number of enemies and the density of the attack give people a very strong sensory impression, but Sakiya said that the overall power of the attack at this time is weaker than the previous flash.

After the monster was torn to pieces by the gray silk, it immediately turned into a gray mist and merged into the surrounding environment, as if they had never appeared before. However, more monsters still appeared one after another, and pounced on. After a while, Sakuya said: "The attack power has weakened again."

"Sure enough, is it just a bluff?" The file's brows stretched a little, but he still asked, "What are these wizards trying to do? Even if the war of attrition is not so big, are they still diverting our attention? Saki Miss Night, can you be sure, are there hallucinations in these attacks?"

"Some individuals are really too weak. As a result, I can't tell whether it is a physical spell or an illusion." Sakiya replied, "Anyway, it's like a bubble, it bursts with a single poke. It's a distraction. I don’t think this kind of effect can be achieved, but the line of sight is indeed obscured. Attacks from all directions cannot be judged as to where the source of the attack is. Moreover, if you scatter the enemy at this time, it’s also possible. It is easy to be concealed by the enemy, forming a local strength advantage."

"So, are we crucified here? What a joke, with this level of attack?" The file sneered and shouted, "Father Xi Sen! When will you go to the show? "

Indeed, Father Xi Sen, the third-level half-magic weave messenger, is the best candidate to deal with this tricky trick. His air pressure control super power, in terms of power and range, should be better than this kind of illusory attack. Stronger. Even wizards can construct these flashes and monsters endlessly. In front of superpowers like map guns, one must also retreat three feet. Not only on our side. Others also realized the reality of the enemy's attacks, and began to accumulate the power of large-scale attacks.

"I wanted to see what else you can do, but since Ms. File has said so..." Father Xi Sen's voice came along with the whistling wind. The next moment, the sound of the wind became sharp and surging, monsters and flashes that kept coming. Obviously there is a deviation of the movement trajectory and the collapse of the contour structure. The flashes are like sparks that are constantly being extinguished, while the monsters are torn off the skin and scraped to pieces. In less than ten breaths, the field of vision has once again become wider.

But. The shadows that seemed to be condensed by the monsters did not dissipate with the disappearance of the monsters. On the contrary, it was sticky like asphalt, sticking to the air, and like oil floating on the sea, accompanied by the rolling of the gray mist. Ups and downs.

"Sure enough. Is this the point?" The file's face became gloomy, "What the **** are they doing?"

While the file was carefully observing the shadows, I noticed that the other members of the file team were breathing more quickly than before. Especially the cleaners and files, who had no resistance to the mystery, had an abnormally ruddy complexion. The eyes were wide open, and an expression of horror was extremely horrified. This abnormal performance. Obviously, there is a mysterious power acting on them, and Sakuya's gray silk could not stop it, nor did it have the power to arouse enough alertness.

"You two!" I came to the cleaner and Cheka, and awoke the two who had an ugly expression. They seemed to be taken aback, and suddenly turned their guns around. After I grabbed the barrel of the gun, they suddenly relaxed.

"Sorry..." Cheka said.

"It seems that although the enemy's power is weak, it still has a great influence on you." I paused and said, "Can you adapt?"

"Well, it should be possible. It's better now." The cleaner said with lingering fear: "What the **** was going on just now? I'm almost unable to be myself."

"Things like poison gas are working." Cheka said, a little calmer.

"Poison gas? If you can't stand it, why don't you put on a gas mask for the first time?" The file turned his gaze and asked.

"In the beginning, I didn't feel anything wrong, but when I found something was wrong, my body and mind were distracted." Cheka said.

"So, what about now?" asked the file.

"I don't know what's going on. After being awakened by Mr. Gao Chuan, that feeling has been weakened a lot." The cleaner replied.

"Be careful. I don't know what the enemy is planning. The opponent is a wizard. They have too many types of spells. If you are not careful, you will be attacked." The file reminded.

"Understood, Captain, I don't want to be killed so easily, but for our ability, even defense seems a bit difficult." Cheka confessed his weakness without shy. However, there is no other way with a file. This is the mysterious danger. If it can be prevented and targeted, the number of newcomers who died in the past would not be that many.

"Anyway, pray." The file said calmly: "I don't think this is the enemy's bluff, it is to hide this kind of attack, so its effectiveness should not last too long, and its intensity will not be too long. It’s too big. Just take a sigh of relief and there shouldn’t be much problem next."

Like ours, many people in other places have experienced similar sufferings. However, they are not newbies like cleaners and Cheka, and their reactions and judgments are more keen. The ripples of chaos were stopped before it could spread.

"Hey! People in District 51! This different space is constructed and controlled by you, right? Why can even that group of wizards use the gray fog? We have no advantage at all, at least, you should be able to find it too. The hiding place of those guys, right?" Someone yelled. Indeed, as he said, although this temporary data hedging space has not been fully formed~IndoMTL.com~ However, as the creator and controller of the 51st District Power Alliance, it just watched the enemy use what should be their own. The resources make him unable to advance or retreat, which is really aggrieved.

"No way, the current control functions are all used for maintenance and correction. I have to say that the enemy did seize a good opportunity, but this was originally expected, isn't it? Be patient, Time is not good for the wizards. The longer it is delayed, the greater the advantage for us. If they bluff so much, it is completely impossible for them to quit." The person in District 51 responded.

"That's right." The voice that resounded again was a female voice that seemed to echo in the empty hall. At the same time as it was muddy, it was full of conspiracy. I heard it. It was the girl wearing a **** pattern. The voice of the female elite wizard in the mask. Moreover, just like in the ideological world, although the language is not normal, it can make everyone understand the meaning, "If the interval between the appetizer and the main dish is too long, the taste will deteriorate. So..."

——Let me show them all!

A pair of huge scarlet eyes slowly opened in the space filled with gray mist. (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.)