Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I walked forward with Zhenjiang unhurriedly, and I heard frequent footsteps. (Reading Net, the fastest text to update the wonderful novel!) They are in motion, every breath, every time they raise their hands, they will let the air flow, so that all the particles in the air that are invisible to the naked eye are offset, and the sound waves are on the walls The reflection echoes, all these changes are like ripples, one wave pushes one wave, forming countless clear or hazy trajectories in my brain. Before the soldiers appeared in my field of vision, I knew their position.

As my body became stronger and more experienced, these trajectories became clearer and more accurate.

Skim.

I pounced forward, my body adjusting itself, running along the blank space in the track. They shot and the bullets produced new trajectories, but these trajectories passed by me. A more complicated high-passage swept the space between me and them, twirling and rebounding on the ground, ceiling, and walls, precisely shuttled between bullets.

I crossed them, and their eyes didn't even have time to turn. Dagger kissed their throats, cut their fingers, held the palms of the handles to feel the martial arts The Throne of the Immortal God of Thrones Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon the Young Da Zhou Clan's Martial Universe Qiankun Kills the God of the Throne of the Immortal Throne of Gods Great Abandonment of the Young Lord Zhou Chou Heaven is the strongest to abandon the young Zhou dynasty to the soft touch.

The reinforcements of the enemy gathered quickly, and of course they tried to use the firepower to defend the battlefield. Before their attack formed a barrage, I kept going in and out of the high and normal world. Using the gap between the degree and the response to dismember them, in the high world, the blood slowly splashes like a blooming flower. I touch it with my fingertips, and it disappears. Unbelievably, I feel the martial arts. Wang Jiangye kills the gods and seals the throne and seeks the demon Ao Nine Heavens strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou dynasty. Ao Shijiu Zhongtian is the strongest to abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to create a god, and will kill the **** God Imprint Throne at night. Ao Shijiu Chongtian is the strongest to abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to the warmth of life. body.

I heard my blood roar like a big river, my left eye vigorously stirred, and the power spread in my hands and feet. I dagger into the enemy's neck, and when I draw it out, the sprayed blood draws an elegant arc in the air, making a sound like wind blowing.

The blood on the ground seemed to flow down to my feet under some kind of force, and the blood on the dagger also flowed into my hand, seeping through every pore.

At first, I did n’t feel the fear of taking away the lives of others. I just had some nausea, but now there is a joy of soaking in instincts. Even the former dislikes are quietly melting. I feel that there is an invisible power to transform Holding my soul, let myself become longing for this kind of thing.

But I still have right and wrong views, and the moral outlook I have established over the past 17 years is torturing myself tit-for-tat.

It is this kind of torture that maintains my sanity, so that I will not be lost in this abnormal pleasure.

I used to be a murderer and knew what it was, but I didn't want to become that kind of thing completely, not because I wanted to kill the innocent indiscriminately. But the warmth and joy that death brought was lingering. Whether it is suppressed or encouraged, it will not weaken it or increase it. It takes root, grows, deposits, and brews in my body and soul at its own pace.

I don't know whether this is my own nature, or the erosion of the illusion of the end of the world, or is it because of the instinctive signal of the part of my body that belongs to the Zhenjiang to grow and grow?

The blood of the deceased gathered together, and the rich **** smell in the air began to become sweet. There is an inexplicable desire that cannot be satisfied. I tried to suppress this feeling, and quickly trampled through the blood. Do n’t think about it, do n’t look at it, I warn myself, it ’s like pain, the more you care, the deeper you are.

Every time the team that appears in front of us will increase the number of people, and the interval is getting shorter and shorter.

What is interesting is that the enemy knows that this level of firepower can't stop me and Zhenjiang, but there is no rancid novel network to immediately discharge large forces to intercept.

I can predict their position and actions, but the more dense the bullets, the tighter the firing interval, the denser the trajectory in my mind, gradually compressing my action space. The increase in the number of soldiers and the station position did not allow me to solve them all at once.

I swept again, passing between the bullets thrillingly. I can see clearly that the three people standing at the end did not shoot at Ranwen Fiction Net, just staring intently at the companion ahead. When I killed the enemies in the middle and opened a breakthrough, the three soldiers who were waiting for it shot immediately.

Their response was only a few milliseconds away from me.

This is their tactic, using the front colleagues as shields and logos. Such a ruthless tactic, but the executor is completely indifferent. Even if he knows that he is being used as a bait, he will not be shaken at all.

It was not their cooperation and armament that caused me pressure, it was this cold will. I believe that after they stepped down the battlefield, they were also human beings with flesh and blood, and even had their own wives and children. What was driving them to do so?

discipline? glory? faith?

No, it's not just that. I deeply feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the sacred king, the night kills the **** seal, the throne, and the strongest abandonment of the young Zhou Dynasty. Move the heaven and earth to kill the gods and seals the throne in the night to seek the demon Ao Chongtian's strongest abandonment of the young Da Zhou dynasty With different souls.

Incomprehensible.

I pulled back, and in a world of different rates, the distance between the bullet and me was less than twenty centimeters, and I could even clearly see the reflection of my face on the shiny shell of the bullet. The high channel was interspersed and flipped among these chasing bullets. I even had to use daggers to hit some unavoidable bullets to deflect their trajectory. When I stopped at the corner after ten meters, the splatter bullet passed by instantly, deeply embedded in the wall, floor and ceiling.

Once again, the soldiers tried to fill the previously torn front, but the lack of numbers made it impossible to make up for the vacancy. I staggered against the wall and the soldier on the side, cut his throat, grabbed his back neck, and swept toward the other standing people. The bullet hit the corpse, and I have entered the state of plundering again, shuttled around them, blood and residual limbs splashed as always.

Where I stopped, it happened to be parallel to the door of a room beside me. As soon as I was out of the high world, I noticed a dangerous trajectory extending behind the door.

Someone behind the door

Plunder

There was a lot of gunfire.

In a blink of an eye, the door on the side of the hallway was torn into pieces and bullets sprayed out.

I tried to lower my body in the high aisle, and the bullet near me almost wiped my skin and hit the wall on the other side.

I slid out ten meters before stopping, and the five soldiers hiding in the room had rushed out, holding the trigger without letting go, turning the muzzle slightly.

Wave after wave of bullets in the air constitute a spiral staggered trajectory.

I swept again, flipped along the spiral path, sliding from the wall to the top wall, and inserted the dagger into the head of a soldier. After turning over and landing, he waved the dagger again, and crossed the face of the soldier near him along the midline.

When the half of the soldier's head fell to the ground, the remaining three soldiers were quickly spreading out. In this way, it is not even my opponent, so I move high and take it easy.

It wasn't until the battle was confirmed that Zhenjiang hiding behind the safety came out. She is still unconscious, and the knife-shaped critical hedge weapon has been silent since the last start. I am not sure that her body armor can block such a dense high bullet, so I dare not risk taking her to fight the enemy.

I took the cigarette I found in the soldier's room from my pocket, lit it, held it, picked up the firearm from the ground, and retracted the magazine to put it away.

I know that the enemy is not just a temptation.

The number of small teams standing in front of us is constantly increasing, making me waste my hands and passing by several times.

The enemy used fueling tactics before to win the time for the final large unit to patrol. When Zhenjiang and I reached the finish line and pushed open the door, the command post in front was not what we expected, but a three hundred square foot Spacious entrance. In front of the other gate is a position with more than fifty soldiers. Excluding the number of soldiers killed before, what appeared here should be the final strength of these elite troops.

Except that the number of people has been reduced on a large scale, but the equipment is almost a copy of the first time when entering this hall, I even recognized the commander who could not see the true content.

He squatted in the center of the position and operated a gritty six-barrel continuous-fire heavy machine gun. I have used the strong strike mode to understand how powerful it is, and the bullet chain used by the six-barrel heavy machine gun in front of it has a bullet that is longer and thicker than the ordinary high bullet. , But the lack of arms and broken legs is patronized by the goddess of luck.

The soldiers didn't attack immediately, so I cut off the idea of ​​withdrawing immediately. The door behind them slowly opened, and the layout inside was not much different from my imagination. Rows of monitors were embedded on the wall, some screens appeared snowflake-like, and others appeared familiar Figure.

That was a scene of **** fighting among members of the Security Bureau.

This is indeed the command center in the area outside the base, and they are here to monitor our every move. But since there are a total of ten channels, there may be more than one command center. I guess the function of this command center is only to monitor and control the channel where we are, but it can network with the command centers in other channels to share data.

In addition, there is a huge conference table in the room. A sturdy lady official is standing on Erlang's legs, sitting on the table with great fanfare, continually breathing cigar smoke. She kept a flat head and wore a flat hat obliquely, and a scar on her face passed through her forehead through her right eye. The right eye was tightly closed, and she seemed blind. Military boots, camouflage trousers with suspenders, tight black vest outline women's undulating posture, bare on the abdomen and arms, muscles are strong and strong.

My magic pattern started to burn.

Mageweave cannot detect its intelligence. This woman is at least a three-pole Mageweave messenger and has a higher security clearance than me.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" She said to me.

"Gao Chuan."

"I haven't heard that you are a new figure among the three-pole magic pattern messengers of the Security Bureau," she said, knocking the cigar ashes. "I admire you very much, do you want to be my subordinate?"

"Sorry, although I don't mind being a subordinate, but I don't like the doomsday truth."

"Don't like it? Can you explain the reason?"

"I don't hate the world now. If the end comes, I will be very troubled."

"In other words, do you want to be a hero?"

"Yes."

She patted her thighs and laughed.

"Are you serious? You don't look like a **** fool, but I think you are serious."

"Of course it is serious. I know what you plan to do here. I am here to stop you." I said seriously.

"It's really interesting. A sensible little boy who wants to be a hero." She said: "People like you in the story will become the big devil who hates and fears everyone."

"I am different." I am convinced of this.

"This arrogance is also very similar." She said: "Trust me, people like you will live comfortably in the end."

"Unfortunately, we are diametrically opposed."

"No, you are wrong." She stared at me with sharp eyes, as if to cut my heart, "The end is unstoppable, even if there is a hero, it is not a Mageweaver. You really believe that in the end of the illusion. What about the red guy? "

I know that the red guy in her mouth refers to the agent of the end. Her question has been seriously considered since I returned to reality, but what if I do n’t believe him? Without the magic pattern of Ranwen Fiction Net, there would be no power of Ranwen Fiction Net to correct this turbulent world.

and so.

"I would rather believe his words."

"It's really deceiving yourself. You are a smart kid, you know it at all. No matter what we are doing, what you are doing, or even what the black nest guys are doing, are speeding up the end of the day."

I know, I understand, I have long noticed. No matter whether it is gray stone, magic pattern, or even the mysterious technology of the ruling bureau, it gains power from the hands of those who do not know whether it is a **** or a demon. Using God's power to deal with God is a ridiculous paradox. But I still care about the doomsday agent's statement, with the last hint of hope to believe his statement, to believe that the existence of the heavenly choice is to save the world.

If you don't think about it this way, you will feel sad and hopeless. I am not such a strong person, I also care about people, I hope they can survive in this world happily and safely. I don't know what kind of existence God is. If there is a God, then I also believe that its will cannot be violated, but at least the doomsday agent's statement makes me have an ambiguous thought.

The end comes? save the world? How to choose, I already have an answer in my mind, even if this answer is a lie, but before it really becomes a lie, I will believe and fight.

Even this battle is only a catalyst for the end. However, since giving up will usher in the end, and not giving up will usher in the end, so I would rather choose the latter. My experience and thinking are telling myself that there is a possibility only if you do n’t give up, even if this possibility is minimal. I know that there are people in the world who have the same thoughts as me, and they are also using their lives to approach this small possibility, so we have gathered here.

"At least, it can give humans a ray of life." I answered the woman in front of me in this way, but in exchange for her anger.

"Big mistakes," she said firmly: "What you are doing will only make things worse. Under God's will, confrontation and neutrality will not have a good result. The truth is the end. Only the truth of the end can save the world. "

"Are you stating your faith? Crazy and blind faith."

"Yes, this is my belief, but it's not crazy or blind." The woman took a deep cigar and the smoke spit out like a white snake into a straight line. Her eyes are clear and discerning, that is not the eyes of a lunatic. She is talking about the ideas in her heart, and she has her own reasons to stick to this idea.

"I don't know what illusions you had about our behavior before, but you must understand a bit first." She stared at me and said, "The end is the truth, and it cannot be reversed. This is the core compendium of all actions of the end truth."

"I understand this ..."

"You don't understand if you are not an idiot." She interrupted me hard: "Since the end can't be reversed ... you actually know this in your heart? Then think about it with your brain full of mud and maggots, In this case, how can we save the world? "

With the premise that the end is irreversible truth, how can more people survive? She asked.

"There is only one way to let those ignorant people know that the world is almost over, let them know in advance what the end is like, let them adapt to that terrible world faster instead of letting them bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, no Let them die like warm-water boiled frogs before they react. "

"So you cast sarin gas on the subway ~ www.readwn.com ~ to build the advent circuit and destroy the whole city?" I sneered.

"Yes." She stared at me with a sharp eye like a blade, and said very firmly: "Because of your existence, we have to speed up the plan, which could have been gentler. You should understand that these small things are more than real. The end of the day is nothing but pediatrics. But the light is not enough. We have enough advanced technology to improve the quality of human beings. "

She tapped the fingers of the cigar and the soldiers who stood in front of her said, "Look, this is our achievement. Not everyone can become a Mageweaver, nor can everyone use graystone to Strengthen one's physique. But using our products is enough to get the power of the closest to the chosen one. This is not all, we are sure that the end will greatly change the appearance of the world, and humans will also get a second evolution Opportunity, the survival of the fittest, and it ’s time for humanity to change itself. "

She asked in reverse, what did you do with the online ball? Concealing the doomsday intelligence and advocating that everything is superstitious, it's ridiculous that there are actually guys who believe this kind of thing among those who have personally experienced the doomsday illusion. Hello, Gao Chuan, I know you think of us as wicked, but are you determined to save the world just a hypocrite? Would you rather be a good executioner than a wicked man who really saves the world?