Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I stood firm and woke up in a trance. I do n’t have any cloak of quark, and my whole body is just like my inherent enchantment in Jiangchuan, but at this time I have been out of the circular arena, as if what I experienced before is just a dream, but , Of course, it is not just as simple as "dream". I realized that I had returned to the peninsula again.

The effect of the chain judgment returned to normal, and just in the blink of an eye, I observed Father Edward ’s changing demon incarnation. Although in the inherent enchantment of Jiangchuan, the humanoid sculpture left me first, but after entering the relatively normal peninsula environment, the time difference between me and it was almost negligible. It is only the first step, but it is only the first step. The time and distance of this step have no decisive meaning in front of the speed sweep.

I have not observed the tangible manifestation of Jiangchuan ’s inherent enchantment on the peninsula. As with some temporary data hedging space encountered in the past, it is impossible to determine its spatial location through normal observation methods. Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan are probably still in the volcanic magma ideological world, attacking each other in a monster-like form, if not, I can't easily escape.

Now, although I am the only one left to face Father Edward, it is better than not catching up.

The headless body of the humanoid sculpture is bending over to align with his head, and the invisible high-speed passage has already passed behind him. When the humanoid sculpture tried to connect to the head, I had restructured the long knife with a four-level magic pattern, and swept quickly behind it. Before it had time to react, the blade had been cut off. The resistance passed to my hands is as tough and tough as ever, but with this intensity, I can still cut it off. Its movements stagnate at this moment. I cut a total of fifteen knives. At the next moment, the star-shaped star burst out of the split crack of the humanoid sculpture. The star-shaped star's shooting speed is so fast. Once flashing, it is already close at hand. Even mysterious experts who are good at high-speed movement, at least the speed of Novsky's light-man form can dodge.

However, I'm faster than bareman Novsky.

The speedy reference is more flexible and faster than the rotation of consciousness, just like the instinct of transcending thinking, at the beginning of the starburst, it has catalyzed my speed and reached a relatively faster state. I escaped into the invisible high-speed passage, and took away the seemingly unacceptable distance. Even if Xingmang is close, it cannot cross this close distance, and the distance is still lengthening. Within a thousandth of a second, I could clearly see the star's body, the gaps between the stars and the trajectory of their movement-they are not real objects, but like a little light, but, Clear aggression presented at this time. But no one is willing to bear it and see what will happen.

I stepped back, looming 100 meters. The star's trajectory has not changed. According to its original angle, after the straight line is ejected, as the distance increases, the gap between each other also increases. And I returned from a hundred meters away, shuttled between the stars, and before the second thousandth of a second, I had returned to the humanoid sculpture, regardless of its intention to leave at this opportunity. Either take advantage of this opportunity to change, or take advantage of this opportunity to adjust the direction you are facing. To no avail. Because, I am fast enough. Faster than it can withstand.

Before it did all the movements it wanted to do, I cut out a hundred knives, divided it into a body that was already full of defects, and divided it into more fine parts again. It's only because the speed is too fast, and the parts that have been cut off have no time to separate from each other, so it seems to save a whole for the time being.

After that, the humanoid sculpture didn't make any more counterattacks, and it seemed to be already poor. Even so, I still believe that even if the demon was broken in disguise, it would be painless for Father Edward himself. To really get rid of him, unless he finds his core weaknesses that are common in disguise, in my imagination, every demon disguise must be killed at least once, but there are common core weaknesses in disguise ? Every time you kill a kind of demon in disguise alone, can you eliminate the survival possibility brought by 999 devil like a cocoon? These are not something I can be sure of.

In less than a second, chopping humanoid sculptures into meat sauce seems to be the limit of what I can do for this demon in disguise. If you continue to attack, it has no meaning other than cutting it into finer pieces.

So I retreated and pulled the distance to ten meters away. One meter away and ten meters away, there is no difference for speed sweeping. When I stopped, the humanoid sculpture began to crack along the wound, just like hundreds of bricks were scattered at the same time, and the fine pieces spilled all over the floor, but there was no trace of blood.

The place where we fight is quite remote from the place where others fight, but for the two behemoths who are in charge of the main attack, the release of its impact is enough to affect the entire peninsula. The ground was shaking from time to time, and the black water fell like rain. It swept along with the wind and beat it on the turf of the forest tree, eroding it steadily, and looking around, the natural ecological green was swaying like a residual candle, dying, Even if the sun is shining outside the peninsula, it cannot bring any hope to the life on the peninsula.

The alienated Youjiang and the eye of the moon are still hanging above the sky, and the four-day courtyard gamma coconut controls the waves of the black water and hits the reef-like giant Saya. Trees, soil, rolling stones and buildings were pulled out by strange forces, thrown into the air, rolled and splattered, roaring bursts, only let people feel that the world is collapsing.

I avoided several waves of falling objects falling from the sky. There are half-sized buildings, three-storey trees, mud mixed with rocks, and they are filled with black water and alienated flesh. Eroding every substance that comes into contact with them. Every gust of wind was flooded with desperate and crazy water vapor, and countless spores were also sent. These spores look like white Claudia, and they are like dandelion tidbits. After covering the peninsula, they ride on the wind to the world outside the peninsula.

The raindrops of black water, the fragments of alienated flesh and blood, and the floating spores, no matter which kind of spores are attached to the body, need to pay some energy to withstand or expel the changes and deterioration caused by them. I feel itchy skin, and every time there seems to be some foreign objects drilling into the pores, spreading along the gaps of blood vessels, muscles and nerves to the whole body. I felt bloated all over my body, and it seemed that the facial features were starting to deform, and these foreign objects were permeable. Because the coverage is too wide and too dense. So it is difficult to avoid. Although the physical strength of the Level 4 Mageweave Messenger is quite resistant to this deteriorating mutation, it cannot be completely safe.

I temporarily constructed the scabbard of the long knife into an umbrella shape with a four-level magic pattern. However, the environment was already so bad when I first broke away from the inherent enchantment of Jiangchuan, so I couldn't avoid it at all. Although the speed of killing humanoid sculptures is fast, they are also exposed to this harsh environment. If priest Edward can be killed in this way, it's okay to expose for a while. But for now, there is no need to do so.

With the wind, the black water, alienated flesh and spores carried by the impacted storm are so dense that the opened umbrella cannot be completely isolated, just like in the storm, even if you are wearing an umbrella, you will get wet in the raincoat same. Even so, my physical abnormality can still be maintained at a not-so-good balance point, but it can't be said to have deteriorated completely.

The fourth-level Mageweave draws on the aftermath of temporary data hedging, and the data hedging raging on the peninsula at this time. It is already stronger than Jiangchuan's inherent enchantment. I feel my physical condition, and I'm guessing, maybe my body's resistance to this kind of erosion. Not only depends on the inherent strength and mystery of the body, but also depends on the use and efficiency of the four-level magic pattern on the use of data hedging. Although I can't make the power of Level 4 Mageweave fully function as "strengthening the body", according to the data hedging environment, it is still within the scope of logical approval to increase the body of Level 4 Mageweave messenger.

Every second passes, my body is more adapted to the current harsh environment, and the discomfort caused by those alienations has obviously begun to weaken. A large part of my attention is still on Father Edward. The humanoid sculpture cut into pieces. It is also being covered with black water, alienated flesh and spores, but. Either way, it does n’t make me think it ’s a threat to Father Edward — on the contrary. Even if the minutiae of the current humanoid sculptures are rustling, as if they are corroded and transparent, and there is a disorderly mutation, I still have an intuition that this change is likely to be beneficial to Father Edward.

If there is any evidence or clue, then it may be useful to recall the origin of Blackwater and Saya.

Regardless of the Saya virus or the Trojan virus, in all the information, it was brought by Father Edwards-whether they existed before Father Edwards, there is no evidence for the time being, but whether it is Father Edward The control power, or in the peninsula data hedge space, the ambition to black water is enough to make people guess, whether it is Black Water or Saya, its characteristics do not exceed the expectations of Father Edward, and Father Edward may of course have various means. Restrain or use them.

The inorganic and organic substances are stirred together, and the semi-liquid product formed is the eroded form of the human figure sculpture in front of us. Flesh-like flesh, like flesh-colored cement, began to wriggle before setting. This creeping movement is full of breath of life and full of nausea that makes it difficult to keep your eyes on it. It is like all kinds of "taboos" described in occultism, and it is a foreign body that should not appear in the natural ecology. Is something that cannot be produced through natural evolution.

It made a greasy and distorted sound, like a barking sound, as if the body was being shaken. Just when I adjusted to the abnormal reaction that the harsh environment brought to the body, it also began to change further. My adaptability is still one step faster than its change, even if it is only one second, the quick sweep is enough to stretch this one second to a length enough to launch multiple attacks.

So, I held an umbrella and held a knife and jumped into an invisible high-speed passage. I came to this group in a blink of an eye, and I did n’t know how to describe it. No matter what the front, back, left, and right, there was no difference in its shape. , But when turning around and cutting off with a second knife, the feeling of being bitten came from this group of things. I dragged the long knife out, and the blade was really bitten by a mouth full of teeth. This thing, which is not like a human mouth, is connected to the intestine. It was stretched to ten meters away.

The group didn't know what it was, it seemed to have been ripped open, and the intestines fell off the ground, but although it looked disgusting, it did not mean that it had been injured—because it was not human at all.

The mouth snapped off the blade with a click and smashed to the ground, dragged back by the connected intestines. From the flesh-colored cement and mud-like flesh, a pustule bulged out suddenly. The pustule broke from the inside, and a half-human body appeared. This half of the body has no head, no left half of the body, and no lower body. The palm part of the right hand is suddenly twisted into a ball. The fingers lose their bones and become soft, elongated, shaped like a tentacle. The fingertips of the index finger are even longer. An eyeball. The mouth dragged back by the intestines was picked up by this weird hand and fused together, embedded in the twisted and tangled palm.

"It's disgusting, Father Edward, is that what you like?" Facing this unknown, I asked to step back a few steps.

The mouth of the right-hand monster is open, and there is a rhythmic hissing sound like an answer ~ www.readwn.com ~ is very sharp, as if it penetrates into the ear, it pierces straight into the heart, but it can't be understood. However, in my impression, this rhythm and pronunciation are somewhat similar to the words unique to the doomsday shamans. If the pronunciation of the wizards is a common language, the pronunciation of this right-handed monster is probably dialect.

"Can't even ordinary people understand the language?" I said so to it.

The sound made by the monster in the right hand also became like this: "Even ... the reinstatement ... can ... exhausted language ... shasha ... zizi ... scratch ... scratch ... Yet?"

Is it repeating my voice? I couldn't help thinking, just like baby babbling. Father Edward's state at this time is really confusing.

The body of the right-hand monster swings, and it looks like a half-headless human figure. The right hand is raised. In addition to the index finger with the eyeball, the four tentacle-like fingers that have become soft and long are drawn like a whip, and a sharp wind break . I have observed that at the moment of swinging, the four tentacles start to harden and become sharp, just like a real blade. Strike at this speed, even if the two giants are able to break two pieces.

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