Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The body is rusty.

It is no metaphor. Our bodies seem to become metal in a flash, and they rust quickly in the blood. When the rust spread to the shoulder, the arm could not move, struggling more than using force, and immediately the rust was peeled from his body, and his body popped out of a gap, even so, watching his expression was not noticed by Fenwen.com. There is no pain in burning the novel network.

Only Zhen Jiang, who inserted his hand into the gate, was fine.

I want to say something, but the rusty throat is no longer safe.

Zhen Jiang finally pulled out his hand, but the place where the arm was located was empty, revealing bright red muscles and Bai Shengsheng's bones, which were obviously eaten by the gate. Even the sturdy black skinny suit could not resist the power of the gate.

Billy and I could no longer move, and Zhenjiang's body began to show signs of rust. It's like having only contributed one arm, and it's no longer enough to satisfy a certain kind of existence that is flooded in this void. She is just one step behind us, and will certainly follow our footsteps.

The hand of death gently touched my body, I was terrified, but in the panic, there was another one that I pondered calmly, almost in an instant, I felt that I understood how to save myself. My left eye suddenly turned sideways without hand control, I think this look scared Billy, he showed a horrified look, and then quickly cured by the rust.

Zhen Jiang flew by, grabbed my shoulders, and kicked Billy toward the gate. Billy couldn't even scream out, planted his head in the door, and the body was quickly swallowed by the door.

Skim.

Before Billy was completely swallowed, I moved and built a high channel behind him.

Before Billy's rusty body was completely engulfed, I took Zhen Jiang and hit him, and the three fell into the gate together.

The next moment, my eyes were dark.

Darkness only came for a moment, and when I regained my sight, I now stood in a magnificent hall. Surrounded by tall, elegant antique bottles, fresh green dripping pots, medieval soldier armor, cold weapons on the wall, a red carpet extending forward, and then bifurcation, leading to the herringbone stairs. The roof is stained glass, hanging heavy and prosperous lamp holders, red candles with thick arms are not only arranged on the lamp holders, but also arranged in a straight line on the wall, running through to the front. The burning flame was not shaken, and the light and shadow jumped lightly. The whole hall was bright and quiet.

I suspected that I had come to an old castle, and the owner did not show the intruder. It was so quiet here, as if there was no one other than myself. If you come to such an elegant place on vacation, you will be able to wash the anxiety caused by the hustle and bustle of this world, but at this moment, a greater horror envelopes me.

I turned around, and there was no entrance to the Ranwen Fiction Net behind me. It was a wall engraved with huge murals. I touched it involuntarily, it was indeed real, a wall of strictness.

Billy before me and Zhenjiang afterwards all disappeared like smoke.

A death, there will be a birth, a fall, there will be a sublimation-when I think of this passage, a heart-wrenching idea unstoppably came to mind.

Only by passing through the gate, Billy and Zhenjiang were swallowed as sacrifices to the strange gate.

Zhenjiang sacrificed Billy and gave me a life after Billy, but what about Zhenjiang? There are only three people in the team, but the dead and the living are in pairs.

But I think all these are dreams, I seem to hear her ding in my ears, I think she is here, beside me.

"Zhen Jiang!" I shouted her name loudly.

Like responding to my call, there was severe pain in my left eye, as if there was a whip twitching in my cranial cavity. I was so painful that I lost my strength, and I bent down and knelt on the ground. I pressed the left eyeball hard, and it kept stirring, like a heart that didn't belong to me. But it was this strange feeling that made me more convinced that Zhenjiang did not die.

This eyeball is from Zhenjiang, and I still remember it turning around uncontrollably from time to time. In the midst of it, I seemed to hear Zhen Jiang's voice again. I couldn't hear clearly. I tried to listen, but there was a compact footstep in front of me. I have never burned Fiction Net like the hatred of other people's voices like this, and I never hope that the world will completely lose its voice like this moment.

They had to be quiet, I thought so, so let go of the palm that pressed the eyeballs, and got up from the ground.

My left eye turned to the ground, and I realized that Zhen Jiang didn't leave nothing behind. There was an eyeball and the long knife-shaped critical hedge weapon carried by Zhenjiang.

I felt the eyes were moist, and the liquid was flowing down from the eyes, warm and thick. I smelled a familiar smell, so I wiped my cheeks with my hands, and the spread palms were as thick as blood.

I turned around and looked at the place where the footsteps came, the end of the hall and the doors on both sides of the stairs were pushed open, and the soldiers were coming out. The only difference between them and the fan dog team they encountered before is that they are better equipped and can be called armed to the teeth. Everyone ’s face is hidden behind a breathing mask, which looks like a skull with a pig ’s mouth. head.

At this moment my brain was loose, and it seemed that something broke, rolled out of my eyes, and fell to the ground.

It's the left eyeball, it rolls behind me like a life.

The soldiers ahead quickly occupied the stairs and promenade. Probably because they were not attacked by Ranwen Fiction Net, they did not take the initiative to attack, but they were listed in the three-layer array that they had seen before, and they pointed at me with their guns like an enemy.

Although they couldn't see them clearly through the face mask, the atmosphere like the piano strings suspended in the air made them very nervous. I think maybe it was their own way that scared them.

More and more thick and slippery blood gushing out of the left eye socket, wet the body, and dripping all the way to the ground, forming a large pool of bright red ponds, and it is still expanding. I never thought people's blood would look like this, and I never thought that there was so much blood in myself.

The blood seemed not to belong to me, flowing out, and did not weaken my strength at all.

"Invader, immediately grab your hand and you can't leave this place." An upstairs-like man said.

"lay down your weapon!"

His voice is as loud as a mosquito in the summer. I really do n’t know why he said such stupid things. Does he think everyone can get here through that door? Didn't he know that the people who came to the door tonight were for a war that will never end?

The blood on the ground rolled like magma.

what! Zhenjiang is here, she has been here all the time, and we are already one. This is really great.

"Fire!"

Skim!

The rain of overwhelming bullets fell, and I lowered my body and shuttled between seemingly slow bullets. If it is an all-round coverage shot, it may be able to reduce my activity space, but their goal is my original location, and the bullets concentrated in all directions have vacated the leeway.

There is no threat at all, and there is no need for full output. One bullet after another, like a chain of beads suspended in the air, if I want, I can shoot them all down, but I just rushed through the gap and smashed the heavy suitcase on the soldier ’s On the head.

The soldier's head made a broken sound, and his body floated, spinning in the air. The queue was ripped open, and I broke into the row of soldiers and got out of the high aisle. Just listen to the gunfire, like rain hitting plantain. There were countless sparks jumping in the place where I originally stood, and the blood puddles boiling on the ground kept splashing.

The soldier struck by the suitcase hit the wall with a heavy impact. His head was sunken and his neck was twisted, and he certainly couldn't survive. At this time, the soldiers who were shooting forward finally realized what had happened, but they were too late to look back. I had pressed the trunk mechanism and fired at them with a total of 16 muzzles.

In a flash, mumbles continued to sound.

The soldier who was hit by the bullet immediately fell to the ground, the hands and feet were penetrated by the bullet, but the body was safe. I immediately realized that they were wearing bulletproof vests.

This is a matter of course, I underestimated them.

Except for a few guys who were hit in the head, there were not too many casualties. The rest of them were trained to roll to the side, and the shooting array suddenly disintegrated.

I stopped staying and moved again. The soldiers upstairs had indeed reacted. A row of bullets passed by, and the ground suddenly turned into a honeycomb.

These bullets are also not ordinary types, each will leave half a fist hole.

From the stairs to the upstairs, there are dense soldiers, and if you consume one, there will be more filling up.

I shuttled downstairs with a small amount of high movement, and their response could not keep up with my movement. When I stopped by the soldiers, they would shoot without hesitation. Although I tried to cause accidental injuries in this way, the soldiers' attacks were very accurate, and they did not hurt their own people at all, and they quickly grasped and used to my laws of action with their terrifying qualities.

Someone wanted to pounce on my body to restrain my movement, and more soldiers regrouped themselves, trapping me like a cage.

I sometimes fired rockets and grenades at them, but they were exploded in mid-air. And although they can't keep up with my movement, they have the ability to predict and dodge shrapnel. My bullets can't penetrate their body armor, so they can't hit their heads, they won't die, and their limbs can be recovered by human constitution after being injured.

These people are undoubtedly elite and experienced soldiers, who are familiar with hot weapon positions. Everyone has the ability of a sharpshooter and the strength of the group encountered before the powerful team.

The reason why they were able to quickly kill the Fandogs was indeed a geographical advantage. In the narrow passage of the Security Bureau base, they could not expand their positions, and in the hall of this underground base, their number was not enough to build a complete defense network. However, the grounds here are wide, and the soldiers upstairs are more conservative, fully equipped, and adequately backed up, which is very unfavorable to me.

I know that I am good at bullet shooting and high movement, but at this moment, both are greatly restricted by the other side.

The enemy ’s reinforcements do not know how many, but judging from the number, equipment and quality of these people, it is not difficult to guess that this is indeed an important stronghold for this base.

I swept through the rain of bullets and bullets. There was no risk of death, but I did n’t have time to talk to them.

Ninety minutes of action time are being consumed bit by bit.

The battle must end as soon as possible.

Sweeping can't stop, so how about using chain judgment while swiping? I thought so. As long as you can actually hit the head, you can kill them, just like you did at the base of the Security Bureau.

No time to hesitate, I concentrated on feeling the martial arts, the king of heaven, the holy king, the sacred king, the night killing the god, the throne of the gods, the strongest abandonment of the young king, and the royal family of the young Da Zhou, the night killing the god, the seal Abandon the young Zhou Dynasty martial arts Qiankun to kill the **** God seal the throne at night The distorted world around, but the effect is not good, the body does not have the usual sense of God-like help. I couldn't bear to pull the trigger, the bullet left the barrel, and immediately detached from the high world, causing great distortion.

The first test shot failed, and the second time, I tried hard to correct the distortion caused by this distorted sense of space and time and the sharp changes in the degree, but the brain was running as hot as the frequency, it seems that it will be scrapped the next moment.

I feel warm liquid coming out of my nasal cavity. I was shocked to realize that this body cannot handle the amount of data generated in this state. Chain judgment is talent, and is the limit that the current physical ability can reach. Once this limit is exceeded, it will fail and even cause the body to collapse.

I released the trigger and couldn't make a chain judgment. I was no longer a sharpshooter or a powerful function that I couldn't control. Anyway, it was just a waste of ammunition.

There is only one choice.

However, it was a little distracting, and the situation has quietly changed. I do n’t know what magic these experienced veterans have performed. Even now I am still in a state of uncertainty, I have knocked down a lot of soldiers, and made a conscious breakthrough. Surround the circle.

This change did not happen overnight. The soldier commander's voice was loud, and I heard clearly, but it was like playing chess. When I thought I had broken the game and removed the pieces, the dead chess were just A link in the layout. It was he who swallowed these dead chesses that he gradually fell into the trap.

Yeah, really, even if it is a top student, is it just a student's degree?

Even so, I couldn't sit still, I took out the dagger and swept it with all my strength.

The intensive gunshots became dull and slow in time, as if they were shot into the water, causing ripples.

If the previous bullet only came from a certain direction, then the bullets at this time were shot from all directions at the same time, and there was almost no dead end. If it is slower, the covering attack will completely block the moving route. But my skirmish was so fast that I couldn't even keep up with the bullet. Before I was surrounded by bullets, I slid out of a soldier's crotch against the floor and waved a dagger with my backhand.

At the same time as the high state disappeared, the soldier seemed intact and followed the instructions and turned to attack me. When I entered the skimming state again, his lower body was still facing away from me, while the upper body turned half a circle and slid diagonally to the ground.

The bullet chased my footsteps, and I chased the shadows of the soldiers. Their response was so slow. My dagger cut off their neck, cut open their waist and abdomen, and cut off their limbs. The transmission of the pain seemed to be less than they could pull the trigger. When they fell and died, the bullets suddenly slanted all the way from the front to the top, and the uncontrolled muzzle even affected the unresponsive colleagues.

The effects of ravages were far from what I expected, and the soldiers began to create chaos.

Every second, at least three soldiers were dismembered, blood burst into the air, and the internal organs rolled down like a building block. They couldn't defend, my life was so fast, and they didn't make raids on the same route, try to avoid being caught by them regularly.

I started to feel comfortable. The soldiers downstairs were slaughtered by me after a few breaths, and the blood sprayed in the air was like a firework.

I started to attack the stairs. The stairs were very narrow and there was too little space for movement. After each attack, I had to retreat. Then the gunfire would be engulfed by the soldiers I attacked. They also began to realize that I was not saved after being bullied by my body, so I no longer directly attacked me, but cunningly n * I entered the stairs and then shot the position in front of the first row of soldiers.

I once tried running on the handrails or jumping upstairs, but they obviously noticed this too, and the intermittent coverage shots made me unable to gain a foothold.

I had to retreat to the wall when I first came in. The gunshots stopped suddenly. I and they looked at each other, and the two sides were stalemate in silence, but the atmosphere was not quiet, but an unusual sound came out.

I could n’t feel the gunshots before, but when the battle stopped, I could hear a kind of "gurgling" and "whooping" water sounds.

I felt the soles of my feet sticky. With a glance at the corner of my eyes, the thick blood that had flowed out before had expanded to a five-meter square, and it was gradually spreading to the instep. The reason why UU reading www.uukanshu.com is so is because the blood from the corpses on the ground seems to be under the influence of some kind of force, and it gathers here like a return to the river.

The trickling sound of water is the sound of countless blood confluence. The thick scarlet blood pits are boiling more and more, giving people a feeling of gestating something. The knife-shaped critical hedge weapon has been engulfed by blood, and the two left eyeballs on the ground floated among them, suddenly came alive, turned to me, and turned to the soldier on the stairs.

A strange and dead silence enveloped the hall.

At the next moment, the blood was raging, and I was swallowed up with an uproar. I couldn't help but hold my breath, my skin touched this warm blood, and I seemed to feel the martial arts. The Holy King made the Holy King and killed the God Seal Throne at night. Devil Ao Ninth Heaven Strongest Abandon Shao Zhou Dynasty Royal Martial Universe Qiankun kills God God Seal Throne at night The Royal Family of Shao Da Zhou came to a familiar will and made me give up struggling. In the bright red field of vision, the tall waves swallowed all the corpses on the ground in front of them, their limbs floating in the bloodstream, and they rose up the stairs together.

"Open fire! Open fire!" Panic screamed from the soldiers.