Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

In a certain area of ​​the ruling bureau, the bodies of Nazi soldiers were like drowned ant colonies. The remains of security guards were stacked into tall towers. The dense pipelines were like biological nervous systems running through every corner of the place. The **** smell has long been replaced by a more bizarre odor, and blood stains, blood stains, and blood pools that have not dried up are producing a light blue discharge. Dozens of figures in power armor galloped from the edge of a structure hundreds of meters high. Behind them, the gray-black liquid chased as if they had consciousness. At the same time, gray fog is also produced, and after the gray fog reaches a certain concentration, many strange figures are born from it.

A few hundred meters away from these dozens of people, on the other side of the suspended platform and the huge pipeline with an inner diameter of at least more than ten meters, from time to time there are people who seem to be human but can certainly confirm that from the blurry outline. Not the figure of human beings is shaking. They sprinted, some as light as ghosts, and some as cannonballs to destroy everything blocking their own side, including the supposedly hard structure, in these fierce and reckless acts, like fragile glass same.

In addition to these faintly visible teams, there are more things that do not reveal their shape, but can make each team here feel their existence intuitively. It may be a new Nazi soldier, a new security guard, a new gray fog demon, or it may be a doomsday shamanist, or even more unimaginable, weird, and do not know its position and mode of thinking.

The fighting in this area is extremely complicated, and it is no longer just two or three parties. People wearing power armor are very sure that everything except the companions around them, whether they are humanoid or not, are all enemies, and the other party must certainly view other existences besides themselves as such.

There is no specific reason for the fighting here, and there are no targets in the region that the parties must take. Just because they met each other, they would kill each other. The other humans and horses that appear here are all things that do not pay attention to human nature and human nature, and their essence is not human at all. They are various, and there may be a little connection between them, but they are not the same kind. There is no basis for consultation on this battlefield where there is no such kind.

Kill the opponent, or be killed.

The power armor spouted bright fireworks to make this pedestrian eye-catching. They used the impulsive force of the sudden eruption to jump over the tens of meters of gully. Under them, the empty darkness did not know to extend down hundreds of meters, Once it falls, it is crushed. And they are well aware that their own jumps are full of risks. The short time spent in the air is enough for the enemy to launch an attack, and their own horses in the air are weaker in mobility than when they are on the ground.

Although I know it, there is no way. In terms of the current mobility of the power armor, the route traveled by your own is already a dead end. If you do not jump over this gully, you will be forced to stop. Once you slow down and hesitate, you will be torn apart by various enemies who are chasing after you. These dead ends are unpredictable. The mystery that permeates the ruling bureau and the increasingly fierce wars are causing the ruling bureaucracy to change every moment. The route they walked was passable in the information obtained earlier, but for some reason, it was already broken when they arrived.

Dozens of people scrambled to speed up over the gully, and the first to reach the opposite, did not directly fall on those straight platforms and pipes, but had to rely on the ability of gloves and shoes to be adsorbed on the vertical polygonal cylinder. This column seems to have been part of a very large structure, but now only the broken debris is left, inserted obliquely in the densely packed pipes, relying on these equally heavy pipes to support the heavy body, its tilt The angle is more than eighty degrees, almost vertical, the surface looks old and lustrous, but it is extremely smooth, and it is absolutely impossible to hold any support point by normal hand grab.

Even if you use gloves and shoes that can produce strong adsorption, at the last moment, if you are not lucky enough to step on those places where the adsorption does not work, then you will fall down in all cases, and you will be seriously injured if you die. , There is no possibility to escape from the enemy.

The enemies chasing this team of humans include but are not limited to "Body Life", "Anomalous Security Guard", "Nazi Soldiers" and "Gray Mist Demon". It is expected that the shamans of the Doomsday Truth are also here, but they are not sure Dig them out. It is a delusion to defeat these things in a normal way of fighting. A group of people who know this point are fighting and retreating. From the beginning to the present, they have already died of one-third of their companions.

Of course, the current status of the war on the corpse is not caused by the war on the horses, but when they came here, they still added several collections to this cemetery. From time to time, some people think that it would be nice if they could really get rid of the followers behind them. However, they knew better that this was nothing but delusion. Those who chase themselves and others are the fiercest hounds or hunters themselves.

More than two-thirds of the people jumped over the gully, and the people in front stopped temporarily to cover the people who could not leave behind. The firearms and shells buried with the S machine made a clanging sound, and they drilled heavily into the boring, and then they smashed through the surface of the non-structural building in the next second. Neither the gray fog demon nor the Nazis can survive under this level of force. This is the answer that has been repeatedly verified by practice.

When you stop, you will face tremendous pressure. The last few of this pedestrian jumped and verified this sentence with their lives: they jumped out of the chasm in their heavy breaths and looked down at the cliff, while a bright beam of light suddenly came from him. After cutting, he didn't have to wait for the turn of the battle, his body was already cut in half. The blood spattered like a high-pressure spout, but before it was contaminated with other things, it began to deteriorate, not only the color, but also the texture.

The spoiled blood sprinkled on the structure, and immediately produced a violent chemical reaction, which turned the material of the sturdy structure into another soft thing, and then solidified into an adult-like giant "egg." From past experience, these "eggs" are exactly the appearance of the larvae of the body life before birth, but even if guessed right, these people have no energy and time to destroy these things.

Immediately afterwards, several people jumped over, and one or two did not step on the right foot, or the power armor broke down, and it was not enough to adapt to the mystery of this crisis. In a blink of an eye, only howling Echoes in the empty darkness. The survivors did not hesitate. The sniper who had been supporting other people shot all the bullets in the barrel of the gun before swapping positions with their companions. The bullets fired by these people can effectively defeat the Nazi soldiers and the gray fog demon, and even the security guards who are both made of structural materials, but they have no way to take their body life. They can only slightly delay the pace of the other party.

Even so, their struggles still allow them to maintain a certain number of companions. Those who ca n’t survive can only be said to be “lucky too bad” —but rather, they prefer those who died to them, not because there is no To die at his best, but only to die with bad luck.

"... the light of the torch replied." A man running in the middle of the team suddenly said loudly on the encrypted communication channel: "They have completed the arrangement of the last node, and our commissioned task has been completed."

Hearing this sentence, many people were relieved. After temporarily losing contact with the Netball, they have been cooperating with the Torchlight. The light of the torch is at least a large and mysterious organization that is no less powerful than the cyber ball. It is also a member of the NOG. Even if they cannot understand what they are doing, they must at least give some support in action unless there is a higher decision The order of the layer is issued. The mutual cooperation within NOG started from an earlier time, but the cruelty of the war suddenly cut off the connection between the parties on the battlefield. Even the light of the torch seems difficult to maintain with other NOG member organizations at all times. connection.

Since then, these people have been assisting the torchlight operation. Torchlight is to create greater "deviations", for which more preparation is needed. Their own team of people performs the most dangerous and core tasks, and the remaining trivial, useful but insignificant tasks are delegated to other people. They have no complaints about this. Although there is no danger of avoiding the task, there is no place of absolute safety in this world.

Even if it seems the safest task, the danger will rise at any time because of the sudden rise of mystery. Perhaps because the action of the torchlight was too intense, the enemy ’s reaction began to become intense. In the last few tasks, the number of members of their team has dropped by a third.

Fortunately, the tasks of enticing the enemy and attacking are over, and there are no more tasks to be issued by the torchlight. They only need to escape the tracking of these enemies to take a breath.

"Does anyone else have any news?" A companion asked. His helmet mask has been split in half, and he is still bleeding, making people a little worried about his injury. But when it comes to serious injuries, the power armor of other companions around looks even more miserable. In fact, there is almost no difference in the degree of injury for everyone here. Fortunately, as long as there is a pause, their own self-healing ability and some mysterious power can restore them to normal.

The problem is that although they have time to talk at this time, they have no time to stop.

"I have continued to report, but I still haven't received any response." The companion on the other side said: "Sometimes I really feel that we are the only ones left."

He just talked casually, but it made the atmosphere in the team a little dull. Losing contact with other companions and allies for a long time, and performing life-and-death tasks alone in this vast area of ​​the ruling bureau, huge pressure has caused many companions to have mental and spiritual problems, and because of these problems, they have made mistakes in the hasty battle And died.

What this companion said was not the only one thinking of him. Everyone can't help but have a feeling: Although they and others rely on the power of the repeater to escape the strongest impact, they may already be one of the few survivors.

"What are we going to do next? Where to go?" Asked a companion who broke the silence. His confusion is also the confusion of many people in the team. The light of the torch no longer needs them, but they still have to do something. This war does not allow anyone to fish in muddy water. It's been a long time since I waited for others, and it was only because I was finally forgotten by others that I didn't have the opportunity to do more things that led to the failure of the war.

More precisely, it is precisely because the current general environment is so cruel, and you and others have no other good things except small-scale frontal combat, so I expect one to stand in a higher position, Commanders with a better vision give orders to let them understand where their power should be waved in order to bring the dawn of victory to humanity.

Yes, they are exhausted and exhausted, but the reason they are still fighting is just to "save humanity", the goal that was set up from the beginning-initially they were to save some people ~ www.readwn.com ~ Save others, save people all over the world, and even save this world, only to receive combat education and become a front-line combatant.

They know their incompetence and stupidity, and they know what difficult goals they want to achieve, but they ca n’t give up, so they long for someone to point themselves in a clear direction-the ultimate goal already exists, but they look Not seeing the ladder to the goal, they need the most correct ladder that can rely on their feet to go up.

It is precisely because they have such an aspiration and know their own limits that they are called "Crusaders."

Yes, the Magical Girl Crusade originally meant "Crusaders composed of Magical Girls". The most important thing is not the meaning of "Magic Girls" but the meaning of "Crusaders". What they are doing is their own "Crusade Expedition".

Today, this expedition has gone too far, even though it is still on the battlefield. Although Torchlight is also part of NOG and has its own clear plans, their "deviations" make people doubt their plans. "Magic Girl Crusader" is an ally of Torchlight, not a subordinate. They have their own will and needs, and they are eager to return to the most correct battlefield.