Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 708: Rebirth

The combined magic of the magical girls formed a huge spiral beam of light into the air, and in an instant it collided with the diaphragm that protected the huge scarlet eyes. The terrible aurora phenomenon burst out from the place where the two collided, wagging through the ruins where even the fog was stained with blood red, constantly changing cold and colorful colors. Although the mystery of the prosthetic body makes me not afraid of direct contact with these aurora phenomena, I don't need to do this now when I hold a critical weapon. I pulled the trigger of the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device and swiped vigorously above my head.

The aurora that came from the sky was easily cut through a gap. When my body hit it, this part of the aurora shattered like glass, exposing a gap where I could go in and out by myself. Even so, when these aurora fragments rolled and passed by, a warning frame of damage to the prosthesis still popped up on the retina screen. The damage was very slight, but the joints were a little stiff in an instant.

After successfully breaking through the aurora phenomenon, the speed of my ascent did not decrease. The knife-shaped critical weapon held high was next to the spiral beam, colliding with the translucent diaphragm. The glue between the spiral beam of light and the translucent diaphragm continues to create a large number of aurora phenomena. These aurora lights are like flowing water, quickly making up for the parts that were cut by me, almost at the same time as I stabbed the diaphragm, and flooded my body. A large number of warning boxes popped up on the retina screen. As I thought, this contact did not last too long. In the blink of an eye, the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device penetrated the translucent diaphragm in front, and I was able to Continue to lift off under the action of inertia.

The opening opened by the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device. It has also become the breakthrough point of the spiral beam, the diaphragm that has been stalemate with the spiral beam before. It seemed that the last straw was added, and it collapsed quietly after I passed through the gap. It’s like paper burning. The collapse spreads from bottom to top at a very fast speed. The diaphragm that was only visible at the contact point when it collided with an external attack finally emerged in this collapsed state. ——It is like a huge sphere.

The place where the diaphragm collapsed, turned into a little bit of crystal. The sprinkling of the phenomenon like star dust, in the brilliance formed by the energy radiation, constitutes a magnificent and magnificent scenery.

The spiral beam of light surpassed me once again, and went straight to the huge scarlet eyes. The cheers of the magical girls came from below: "Success!" Almost at the same time, the beam of light pierced through one of the scarlet giant eyes, but it was also at this time. The whole world seemed to freeze. Perception is still working, thinking is also working, but my body can no longer move, and the blood-red foggy space suddenly becomes false. I don't know what the situation is, but it is obviously not a good phenomenon. I'm in a situation, presumably other people are also the same. I was forced to maintain an upward thrusting posture, hanging in the air, watching the scarlet eye pierced by the beam of light leave an afterimage, overlapping with the intact eye next to it.

——The attacked. Is it a phantom? There is only one real eye?

Witness such a sight. I can only think of this in my mind. When the two scarlet eyes overlapped to form one, that eye suddenly became "three-dimensional". Originally, these huge scarlet eyes seemed to use space as the eye socket, only exposing the relatively flat part, but now it has completely drilled out of the space, forming a more real eyeball-like object.

Only at this time can I perceive that, in fact, this eye is not looking down, but always looking at the tower. It is like growing alive on some living body, moving around flexibly, although I can't see the eyelids, it makes me behave like a "blink" movement. Afterwards, this eyeball suddenly flipped over and stared directly at me.

This eyeball is so huge that even if it is in my direction, it is not necessarily staring at me alone, but the feeling of "it is staring at me" is so strong. The brain hardware seemed to stop working in this gaze, and my mind was blank, as if I was shocked. Then, an extremely strong, as if from the beginning of life, the fear imprinted in genes caught my heart, and the defense ability of the brain hardware against negative emotions, just like paper, in a very short period of time. Yes, in the time that I could hardly feel, I was burned through by this sense of fear that seemed to ignite with my body and soul.

I made no sound, and all my perceptions and thoughts became blank. Only these scarlet eyeballs stared at my vision, as if to penetrate every cell of my own, deeply imprinted in it. The world is frozen, but the retina screen is still working. After the countless error warning windows have filled the field of view, they continue to overlap, and even the rapid accumulation of numbers has caused more serious errors. The outline of the window has also begun to collapse. , Distorted and turned into a lot of garbled shapes. These collapsed and distorted objects seem to form a deeper, degraded, indescribable shape.

The scarlet eyeball is like hiding this indescribable shape, extremely deep, sinking, terrifying, and confusing in the depths of the shape. I can't describe this feeling. If I insist on describing it, I can only say that it is like "in a murky foggy nebula, with the only one, huge, very conspicuous red star." However, this kind of description is obviously not as good as 1% of the real feeling.

It is watching me.

With this gaze, it is telling me something. Its voice quickly changed from hazy to tangible, as if echoing in the mind, as if the whole world, only this voice remained. However, I can't judge what it's talking about at all. It's like the groans of the devil and the moans of the wizard. The short syllables are filled with more information than a life activity has.

It’s terrible. I only know that I’m so terrified. The fear I’ve never endured, even the pain seems insignificant, so I don’t feel the pain. My mind seemed to be burned by the raging fire. My consciousness seemed to be pulled away from the prosthesis forcibly. Along a certain channel, through space, time and dimensions. And the light that is shaped like the exit of the destination is rapidly enlarging.

Time is no longer enough to describe the process of passing through. When the light enveloped my consciousness, it seemed to exist as a real thing, piercing the closed eyes. I couldn't help opening my eyes, breathing in eagerly as if lacking oxygen, and a large amount of liquid was squeezed into the nasal cavity that seemed to be filled with charcoal. What a unique feeling this is, dull. Scorching heat, pain, as if the whole person was melting, but in the extreme cold outside, it maintained a fragile body. I felt my body again, but I couldn't move, the kind of being bound by something. The feeling of being pierced into the body is so strong. Although I opened my eyes, my mind was still blank. Only the feeling was real and I couldn't think. However, information from the outside world kept squeezing into my mind along the sensory channels.

Obviously. Nothing can be seen clearly, only the light yellow water is rippling dimly.

The outer layer is a smooth, transparent material. I seem to stay in a translucent one. In the coffin filled with liquid, and through the smooth surface of the coffin. I saw a fuzzy silhouette of a human figure. But the most impressive thing is the part of the eye that is much deeper than the shadow of the outline-like a hollow eye socket, and it seems to hide a darker eyeball, more like something is about to come, from the darkness Drilled out of the deep eye hole.

Suddenly, a handprint "slapped" on the translucent shell of the "coffin", and then, from the indistinct vision, a silhouette of a suspected human face emerged. . It stared at me at the end of the "coffin". Although it could not see clearly, it could feel that it was carrying extremely strong and complex emotions, and it was unclear whether it was panic or joy.

I suddenly understood what I understood, but at this time I couldn't form a specific thinking shape. I felt like experiencing a terrifying nightmare firsthand, and then falling down again in the collapse of this nightmare.

It’s different from the feeling of walking along a specific passage when ascending. This time, I seem to fall into an endless abyss and burn in friction. It seems that even the sense of self-presence is in this incomparable fear, fierce friction and burning. Become ashes.

The feeling of falling is accelerating and full of impact. The self that was about to burn into ashes, like sand falling from a high altitude, splashed on the body in an uproar—I can only describe it like this, after which the familiar retinal screen vision appeared again.

I know, I came back, I was awake from the nightmare, or I fell into a deeper nightmare, how complicated, indescribable, full of contradictions, it makes people nauseous and nothing to vomit a feeling of.

The huge pressure formed by fear and burning finally reached a tipping point, forcibly suppressing my incapable thinking and unable to form into a hard and solid outline-what am I thinking? What do i understand? There is only one answer.

"Jiang!" I screamed. I never thought that my voice would become such a harsh moment, especially when I have a prosthetic body and a brain hardware. I have known for a long time that my spirit is not normal, but at this moment, I am more certain that I am crazy.

The indescribable thing is not that it really has no shape, but that it is incomprehensible. The fear of being unable to understand, and the fear that is enough to make life collapse when just observing this incomprehensible existence, is simply condensing all the fears that a person can feel in his life. I can't wait to treat everything I see and perceive as a false illusion, but if it is just an illusion, it cannot be so deep into instinct.

It's almost like what is described in the "Cthulhu Myth", a unique branch of the occult, that is indescribable and transcends all evil.

It is a god, it is something that cannot be looked at directly, it is an existence that cannot be touched and felt, it is the true meaning of horror and trembling.

Something like this, in the form of a naked eye, is partially projected here, and it collapses my world.

I know that I’m crazy, and crazy people can’t describe their thinking so clearly, but, as a "Gaochuan", I am not a normal person-even if my self is broken and my consciousness is sinking, The personality is split, but the fragments can still continue to work-if you want to describe it, that's it.

I don't know what happened to other people. It is absolutely impossible for this huge naked eye to say that no one is paying attention. It has an overwhelming sense of presence. This sense of existence makes everyone have to look at it. And watching its fate, I think my current self is the best proof.

However, such a terrible thing may have only come to me—I have no evidence, but my instinct tells me that. In this way, other people still have hope of surviving, and even they can't even realize what happened.

Because. In this process, the world is frozen.

When the world was flowing again, the spiral beam of light grazed the naked eye, turned abruptly, and hit the tower. The beam of light was divided into countless pieces by piece after piece, layer after layer of fragments of the tower shell. Each beam of light is reflected between the fragments, interspersed in the gaps of the fragments, and in a blink of an eye, it is like a shrinking light-like giant net, which tightens the interior of the tower. The next moment, a violent explosion forms even more intense radiation. Light. Engulf the entire tower.

For me, the occurrence and process of all this is so complicated, but for others. It seemed that it was just the moment that could not be reflected. Below, there was only time to let out an exclamation. Radiant light. They swallowed me and the scarlet naked eyes.

During the impact, my original upward trend was skewed. I should have missed the trajectory of the scarlet naked eye and was corrected. Before I resumed my prosthetic work from my extreme fear, the knife-shaped critical weapon in my hand had already plunged into the scarlet naked eyes.

For me, this is definitely an accident, an accident, but what happened after this proves that for "Jiang", it was just a premeditated thing. After piercing the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device extremely smoothly, the huge resistance made me unable to continue, and the anomaly that brought me great fear, collapsed like a punctured pneumatic tube. However, this is not a sign that it has been eliminated, it is just changing the huge form to facilitate the next step.

I held on to the critical weapon, because the prosthetic body was out of control, I couldn’t let go. When the critical weapon pierced the naked eye, it seemed to be locked by it, even if it appeared to be shriveled. Any possibility of slack. The tremendous power binds us in the radiant shock and light tightly together.

The dry, scarlet naked eyes eventually turned into a pool of **** liquid covered in mid-air, and the surrounding gray mist was continuously sucked into it during this process, which seemed to increase the thickness and volume of the liquid. The next moment, the thick, almost asphalt-like, silted together, revealing a layered texture of blood-colored liquid, which penetrated my left eye smartly and fiercely—the eyeball there was already in Valpus, Las Vegas. In the night, it became a part of the alienated Youjiang River, and now, these **** liquids poured into my body and soul from this hollow part. The huge volume cannot prevent it from all entering, my left eye hole. , It is like an infinitely spacious container, completely containing these liquids that are several times larger than my size and weight.

The impact generated when the tower is attacked can't hinder this process at all. We are like being isolated in another space.

The impact force produced when the blood-colored liquid poured into my left eye forced me to lean back on my body and head. It felt like I was under the impact of a high-pressure water gun until the last trace of liquid entered it. The pressure suddenly stopped. I pulled my body back hard and realized that the prosthetic body and the brain hardware had returned to normal working conditions, and the countless warning windows on the retina screen had been completely deleted. The horror that made people collapse has long since disappeared. As if everything was back to normal, everything that I had experienced before was nothing but a fantasy that could not prove whether it really existed.

That self-destructive, crazy idea, at this time, no longer exists. Is he really crazy? I couldn’t help but think so, but immediately there was a voice telling me that it was not an illusion~IndoMTL.com~ but a situation that happened in reality. And now, although I feel normal, it is actually extremely bad. This This kind of bad situation, even the brain hardware can't detect it, and can't feel it by itself. No abnormality is detected, and the inability to feel abnormality does not mean that there is no abnormality.

Something must have changed, with the deep fear, imprinted in a deep place. Even if you care, even if you ignore it, you can't change this fact.

My left eye frame was experiencing intense pain and numbness during my self-examination. This negative feeling was originally supposed to be blocked by the brain hardware. However, at this time, the brain hardware It seems that they are the only ones that have been ignored, because this feeling seems to have deviated from the physical posture, and is more like being born from the personality consciousness and spiritual soul.

"Long, it has grown out--" I pressed my palm to my left eye, and muttered to myself unexpectedly. The touch from the palm of my hand is telling me what happened in this eye hole—the left eyeball has grown out again.

Like the eyeballs implanted in the alienated Youjiang, the eyeballs belonging to "Jiang" have once again become my left eye. It is turning with its own will, left and right, up and down, like twitching, running in, constantly moving. (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.)