Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 733: Miracle

The mutation came so violently, until my abdomen was pierced and nailed to the cabin wall, I realized that the attack was actually the "Final Weapon No. 13" that I had been confined with articulation. Like other "final weapons", she had no weapons at first, and her tight-fitting jelly-like tights didn't seem to be able to hide weapons at all. From the beginning of the battle, until just now, these four "final weapons" They rely on the strength of the body to engage in close combat with me. Each of their movements is incomparably in line with the humanoid structure of their appearance, so there is a scene where I was entangled to death by my joint skills. However, in retrospect, when they first tested their data, the data obtained were all garbled characters and question marks, which could not be used to prove that they were "people". Since it is not a "person", it is naturally possible to make actions that a "person" cannot do. Perhaps it was the forbidden human structure surface that was reflected in the previous battle that made me overlook this point in the fierce battle. However, it is also possible that their previous existence did strictly abide by the standard of human body structure. However, when Eruka used Jiang Zhili to induce Jiang Zhili in my body, the state of these "final weapons" also came into being. After some changes, it didn't really become "inhuman" until that moment.

The simultaneous effect of the two possibilities. When I got rid of Eruka's restraint, so far, the most effective weapon against me, Gaochuan, finally appeared. Although I did not give up struggling, I also subconsciously felt that the breath of death seemed to cling to the tip of my nose, causing the brain hardware that had been running at high speed to pause. In a high-speed battle, even a moment of imprisonment will cause a world-shaking change in the situation-I will be killed!

The hard object that pierced my abdomen was a spear, and this spear was stretched out from the elbow of the "Final Weapon No. 13". Her humanoid arm became deadly at this moment. arms. It can be seen from the torn tight-fitting battle suit that the skin color there is not flesh and blood at all, but a silver gray like a certain metal, reminding me of the structural material used by my prosthetic body. Although the colors are different, the luster and texture are very similar. In my opinion, only the structure material can destroy another structure material so effectively.

Most of the skin of "Final Weapon No. 13" exposed outside the clothes still shows the form of flesh and blood. However, from the previous collision, it was already understood that it was definitely not normal flesh and blood, but a disguise like my prosthetic body, just a disguise to conceal its true texture. The operation of the brain hardware. It should have been possible to record all these deliberate points, and make targeted arrangements, remind and guide the defense of the prosthetic body. However, something went wrong and the brain hardware that should not have been overlooked finally appeared. An unexpected omission is like a machine that has been working well. There was a problem in the core unknowingly, and the harbinger of such a problem could not be detected, until these problems were detonated, and the whole machine was plunged into a situation where it would be destroyed.

I suddenly felt that if the native brain did not retreat to the second line, it might be possible to detect it earlier. However, it is too late to say anything now.

I was nailed to the cabin wall through my abdomen. Unable to break free for a while, and the other three "Final Weapon" have shown the same alienation as "Final Weapon No. 13"-their arms are raised, and in the blink of an eye they are alienated into silver-gray spears, and shoot at them. Then, the speed even exceeded the rate of fire of the bullet. Although, every detail of the spear thrusting process is clearly presented on my retina screen. If in normal times, it is absolutely impossible to be hit, but it is a blink of an eye that gives me a lot of room. I have been unable to make an effective dodge.

The hard prosthesis made me unable to tear it as fast as possible after being pierced through my abdomen. I escaped from being nailed to death. I could only watch the other three silver-gray spears pierce through myself one after another. Shoulders and throat. I felt like I was judged, and became a heresy crucified. The only struggle was that my head was not immediately exploded. I feel the heaviness of the breath of death, but I actually don’t know how the prostheticized self can physically die before the damage to the prosthetic body reaches the limit. Most fatal injuries of ordinary people are to me. Ineffective, being penetrated through the throat and heart does not make any sense to me. Therefore, what I have always guarded against is my own head. Maybe, as long as the brain hardware is not destroyed, I will be able to live forever. In the past, this relative immortality was one of my biggest cards, but now it has no meaning. The "final weapons" that nailed me to the cabin wall were aimed at Gao Chuan's executioners. I can't expect them to know how to crack this half-hearted immortality.

After avoiding the deadly shot, the action of the "Final Weapon" stopped for a moment. During this breathing time, I and them looked at each other, and there was a feeling of time being stretched. I don’t know what I want from their chaotic and deep eyes. Even if there is no miracle, I will be killed by them in the next moment, but my mood is very calm, and there is no hatred for them or anything else. mood. I seem to get something called "the peace before death", but I still stare at them, as if I really want to get something from this gaze, this is an instinctive feeling.

I didn't think about anything. The results of brain hardware analysis were all dead ends. Crisis warnings popped up on the retina screen, but these warnings were more like death sentences than reminders of trying to survive.

Finally, when the nearest "Final Weapon Thirteenth" raised my other hand and was about to eject the spear, my eyes naturally fell on the corner of the retina screen. The "Gaochuan Information Integration Window" to be determined, as always, pauses inconspicuously, unable to cancel, and will not deliberately pop into the most concentrated area of ​​the field of vision.

Is that the end here? I thought, should I die and let the new Gaochuan continue my responsibilities, or take the initiative to determine and see what miracle will happen after the integration of Gaochuan information? However, no matter what kind of result, it should mean the demise of "I", right? But why are you still hesitating now, what are you still looking forward to? That said, I look back on my life, it was too short. It only took more than a month. If you die here, maybe it will be the shortest life in all Gaochuan, right? Therefore, it is only natural to hesitate and expect a miracle to happen so that you can live. Omi, Sakuya, Hakjing, Marceau, Shirai, Morino whom Takakawa hasn't really seen... people I know. Those who were killed by oneself and those who are still surviving, the revolving lanterns usually flash in the mind, so lifelike.

Is it time to say goodbye to all the whispers? Although I have understood myself and left my mark in this world, but. I still want to do things that I still want to do, I want to live with them for more time, I want to...

There are so many things I want, so many that I don’t even understand what I want. However, as long as you can survive, you will reach the end in this doomsday illusion. I will get it. And in my whole life, I will be perfect only when I persist to that time and complete the mission for which I was born. I have always believed that by then I will die with them in this world without hesitation. It doesn't matter if it is a burial, in short, it's the same thing. I will never miss it.

So, if I die now, I'm really not reconciled.

I can't make any noise, my throat has been damaged.

The left eye twitched violently, and the unshielded pain seemed to penetrate into the soul. At the moment when I was about to be shot by the Jedi, I really wanted to call out that name. if. If there is a miracle that can be born, and if it is possible to get a response as long as the call is called, then there is only that name-but that is even if I die. I don’t want to call that name either. It’s the existence of my refusal to entrust hope. All my actions are based on the inability to trust the meaning of that name. It’s just a mere death that I must place a miracle on this call. So, what's the point of your previous actions? What is the difference between myself and Eruka? For me, this is not just a use, but a betrayal of the meaning of my own existence.

I have no doubt that it has the power to change everything, but I am looking forward to this power without the need to be born. Those who can trust it, and those who can love it, are enough to have the young Gao Chuan-at this moment, this thought suddenly came into my heart. If it can really respond to Gao Chuan’s expectations, I hope that it can concentrate all these responses on one person. If, in this way, the probability of such a response can be increased, if the plan of the young Gao Chuan’s illusion can be realized. If the odds are high, then let them be the only ones for each other.

I am sorry.

I am not reconciled.

However, a call is not something that can be declared so easily.

My hesitation is because I am afraid of what will be taken away and destroyed by this call.

I have already seen my limit, and now, this limit is unreservedly and **** before my eyes.

Then, let's end it like this.

I close my eyes--

However, the vision suddenly became clearer. The silver-gray tip of the gun shot out, like stars blooming in front of her eyes. And the one who was observing all this turned out to be twitching constantly before, so that he fell into a blind left eye. It stopped twitching at this moment. At this moment, I saw the figure standing behind all the "final weapons" suddenly.

The crimson overcoat stood at the end without any wind, like a young man in eternal contemplation and remembrance, raising his eyes slightly. At this moment, we seem to travel through time and space and see each other who are not phantoms. My mood, his mood, my thinking, his thinking, my will, and his will seem to be intertwined at this moment, resonating, like a spiral that never touches, in an endless The void rotates and climbs.

"Gaochuan."

"Gaochuan!"

Gaochuan!

Gaochuan

My blood is irresistible and boils with no limit. I feel that my body is about to be burned to ashes. The beating sound of my heart is splitting from one rhythm into two rhythms. I have a feeling that "self" is like a virus, splitting from one into two.

The silver-gray spear that should have pierced my head is close in front of me, but it suddenly becomes as slow as it is about to stand still. However, not all changes in the world in my eyes are so slow.

I saw it, behind the boy Gao Chuan. The cabin wall is like paper ignited by flames, curling, peeling and turning into ashes in the scorching, but behind the hollow, there is not nothing.

The sky is showing a corner of color. That is not a normal sky. It is like a sky full of burning clouds under the setting sun. No, it should be said, as if the entire sky is burning.

The burned hole is getting bigger and bigger, and the melting phenomenon quickly engulfed the original "background" cabin wall, exposing a broader background. After a while, we are in this circle of the cabin structure. It has completely disintegrated, and this disintegration is accelerating to spread to the entire aircraft. I was still hung by the spear, but the interlocking determination had already observed the cabin wall pierced by the spear behind me. It has also been burned so that there is no trace left. In other words, I am now, in the true sense, suspended in mid-air.

There is nothing under my feet, and nothing in front of and behind me. Above the head, there is a burning sky, the clouds are burning, the sun is burning, and the ashes carry sparks, like fine snow, scattered all over the sky. I have seen many magnificent scenes, such as the illusion of the endless abyss. However, I can still say that the unfolding scene in front of me is definitely the most magnificent I have ever seen. It can even be said to be one of the heroic scenes. It is so real, the ashes fall on the skin, and it still carries temperature, but the real sky has never been so strange.

In my heart, along with this magnificent scene, an unintelligible melody, but extremely passionate song was played.

This is--

The plane was completely burned out, and all the people stood under the sky. There was nothing to stand on, but they would not fall. My gaze fell on the young Gao Chuan once. He is so real and detailed at this moment, there is almost no place that can be regarded as just an illusion. He and I stared at each other, and then, I subconsciously understood, what exactly is this place—a conscious world, and moreover, it is an ideological world made by Jiang. However, it was not me who called it, but the boy Gao Chuan in front of him.

Although, even if you ask a question, you can’t get an answer, but even if you don’t have an answer, it can’t change my feeling that "everything is taken for granted" at this time.

Everything has changed for granted, and it has been accepted for granted.

In this conscious world, I am still what I am, without any change, and the young boy Gao Chuan also stands there at the same time in a real posture. In the past, I used to be him, but now I am still me, he is still him.

Gao Chuan, wearing a crimson uniform, shook his arm, and the revolver popped out of his cuff. Between the electric light and flint, dense bullets hit me and hung me from the spear that was in the air. The spear was extremely strong. He made a "Qiangqiang" sound, which shattered like glass. The ashes falling from the sky ignited these fragments and quickly turned them into nothing.

I fell from the sky, a little embarrassed, and based on the level where I was with the others.

I wanted to say something, but the throat that was pierced couldn't make a sound, and when I looked at each other again with the teenager Gao Chuan on the opposite side, I felt "no need to ask any more questions."

What exists at this time is what really exists. You only need to accept it, and you don't need to doubt-this feeling is so strong.

At this moment, the four "Final Weapon" and Eruka, who had solidified in the expansion of this ideological world, finally moved as if they had finally gotten rid of their imprisonment. Before the boy Gao Chuan took the shot, I had already swooped up, intending to knock down one of them, but no matter how fast I was, the "Final Weapon Thirteen" selected as the target recovered at a faster speed. Normally, I crossed my arms at the very moment of a shot, blocking the blade that was slashing head-on, and then I kicked my mid-abdomen and shot it more than ten meters away like a cannonball.

"Sure enough, it's still a little inconvenient." I moved the shoulders of the unhealed wound, and the self-check data were listed on the retina screen.

I didn't continue to attack ~IndoMTL.com~ because the previous hits have made me aware, and there is no change before, these "final weapons" are still "unharmable". However, there should always be something different from the situation in the claustrophobic cabin. The appearance of the young Gao Chuan proves that this ideological space is not that simple. It must have a deeper meaning behind it, and of course it will bring the same. A profound change.

At this time, the young Gao Chuan who is standing opposite me has no signs of hallucinations. His previous actions have proved this-in this ideological world, he is a "being capable of real action."

"It seems...something extraordinary has happened." When the voice sounded, the thick **** liquid that Eruka had turned into, returned to Eruka's figure again. He stared at the boy Gao Chuan, Shun With his gaze, I saw the three prismatic magic patterns on the inner side of the young Gaochuan’s wrist-I have never forgotten that the extraordinary power I possess is actually just a "fake thing" that exists based on the power of this young Gaochuan. ".

At this moment, the "genuine product" is standing in front of you.

"It's been a long time, Gao Chuan." Eruka said to the young Gao Chuan in a nostalgic tone, pressing the brim of his hat. (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.)