Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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The people on the boat made a horrified cry, the sound of the boat motor rang before this time, the hull was swaying in the wind and waves, and the waves beat fiercely when the boat turned around It seemed to be crumbling, the bow and the sides of the ship were covered with people, and the wet face was full of fear. .76z. 七 路 中文 .bejng. Please remember our madness \ '看 手 打)

Today, only the members of our Security Bureau and Sergeant Engels are left before boarding. When Sergeant Engels realized this, his face became pale, but he just looked over the boat, without burning the text. Fiction Net went further there. I don't know what he is thinking about. The next battle is not a battle that ordinary people can participate in. Even our security bureau probably has no chance of winning.

"Hurry up" Locke walked quickly and pulled Sergeant Engels towards the ship. If he moved now, he might catch up.

"It's too late," Sergeant Engels's voice trembled. "I have done everything I can, and the rest is ..."

"Go to you" Locke shouted loudly in his ear: "You can't stay, it doesn't make any sense at all. Do you want to die?"

"Yes, yes ..." Sergeant Engels murmured, suddenly shouting hysterically: "I should die here, I sent so many people to die, I should have died long ago, if I die here Can relieve my guilt "

"Are you crazy?" Locke dragged the struggling Sergeant Engels.

"What should I do? Captain." Shepherd asked Jung calmly.

"Try to stop it, and retreat when the ship enters the fog." Jung was still the rigid expression of the thunder, and his voice was not even a little bit flaming.

Not only the two of them, but all members of the Security Bureau turned a blind eye to the extremely adverse situation. At the beginning, she would marvel at the enemies' power and strength, but when the incident came, she did not have any negative feelings such as hesitation and fear.

It is also said that everyone has stood the test of battle, and it has long been used to this kind of dangerous situation. Like me, fighting against the Goat Guild, fighting Doomsday Truth, and seeing the battlefield of nine deaths and life, every time it is impossible to make a guarantee even if I can survive in the dawn. I'm just a novice. This is already true. These veterans must be facing the beginning of every day with the worst plan.

So cruel?

It's so cruel.

However, when your suffering is not meaningless, even brutal battles will make people bloody?

I think so.

Every test comes because of what has changed.

"Really ... Don't get in the way here, layman." The magician said as he walked over, suddenly reaching for Sergeant Engels' face and Engels immediately lost consciousness.

"My degree can catch up." I told everyone.

"Then hurry." Locke threw Engels into my arms.

"So, let's get started and see what it does." Jung drew two long and narrow knives from the left and right cuffs of the suit. I realized this, did he always carry a weapon? But no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't see how he had hidden the two knives in his sleeves.

The determined combat powers are as follows: Jung, Gaochuan, Locke, Pan, Bach, Shepherd Dog, Magician, Zhenjiang, Dorothy.

The shepherd dog disappeared without a trace.

The magician drew out a set of poker and shuffled quickly.

Locke and Jung rushed towards Saya from two ways.

Bach opened the suitcase he had been carrying with him and took out the parts to assemble.

Pan has closed his eyes. As the photographer observes, the thumb and index finger of his hands form a mouth shape, aiming at the huge Saye monster, and it is not clear what he is doing.

So far, this is the first time I have seen these companions show their skills. Although I do n’t know how they plan to deal with the huge monster, my first task is to return Sergeant Engels to the ship.

"I'm going to take a break." Dorothy sat down on the spot, seemingly not planning to participate in the first wave of offense, but when she came back, the knife-shaped critical weapon was undoubtedly our biggest killer.

"What should she do? It's better to look at her or return it to the ship." Dorothy's chin lifted up towards Zhenjiang. Zhenjiang was still in a daze and nervous look, and he couldn't see any fighting at all. will.

Nevertheless, I do not intend to adopt Dorothy's opinion. There is no reason to ask the reason. Although according to conventional thinking, it is the right choice to send away the members who do not have the fighting power of Ranwen Fiction.com, but even if it is wrong, since she has always chosen to stay in Beside me, let me be willful in the end.

I sandwiched Sergeant Engels under my ribs and galloped toward the ship. Surrounded by me, only the tall pipes I could see stretched from the end of the wooden bridge against the lake. My feet seemed to step on the soft ground, not the touch of the lake. A force pushed my back, as if adding a booster to me, and it seemed to be gliding in suspension. The continuous waves became slow in my world, and every step of my step was on the crest , Reminds me of the top master who is walking in the waves.

Although the state of skimming is already very familiar, it is a wonderful feeling to show this ability for the first time on the water.

Thinking this way, I jumped onto the slowly tilted hull and saw people gazing into the distance, and a surprised expression on his face. At the moment of landing, the flow of time suddenly returned to normal, and people's voices rushed into the ears. Because of the shaking of the hull, there was a feeling of overturning for a while, and I had to reach out and hold the guardrail behind me.

The people on the deck realized that I had arrived on the ship, and looked at me, like looking at a monster.

"Oh my god, what did I see?"

"How did he come? Flying over the lake?"

"Just a blink ..."

"I heard that they are from the National Intelligence Agency? Are all the intelligence agencies guys?"

A militiaman was the first to wake up in amazement, and the crowd of people watching came to me.

"Sir, do you need help?" His eyes fell on the unconscious Sergeant Engels.

"This is your sergeant." I pushed Engels over, and he caught it in a panic, as if he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Notify your person in charge." I reminded him.

"Ah, yes, yes, thank you very much." He was about to do it, but he stopped and looked at me with a hopeful expression: "Sir, everything will be fine, isn't it?"

"Yes, everything will be fine." I resolutely replied, the expressions of suspense and fear on the people's faces gradually eased, and they began to comfort each other. "Everything will be fine." They said to each other: "That monster cannot catch up with us."

Some people around "Look at them fighting" started shouting: "That monster doesn't seem to move"

Everyone's eyes shifted towards the pier. The Saya monster, which is more than fifty meters high, is suspended in the mid-air of tens of meters. Even if it is so far away, it is still full of oppression, as if the entire sky is occupied by the ugly and huge figure. However, it was struggling and roaring, as if it was imprisoned by an invisible cage. The air around it is obviously fluctuating, but that kind of fluctuation is softer than the oscillating wave of the knife-shaped critical weapon. However, the scale of this fluctuation still covers the entire body of the monster. It's hard to imagine who this is.

The Saye monster can't do anything, but the real damage to it is the few small figures that surround it. They either flew or jumped on the monster's body and fell from time to time, but quickly rushed up again. From time to time, a huge light and shadow hit Shayah, and Shay's flesh flew apart, but healed quickly, and the powerful attack for ordinary people was like a tickle to it. However, it seemed like There is no way to cope with Ranwen.com. Shaye waved his arms like slapping sensitive mosquitoes, seeming to be resentful of these tiresome disturbances.

The battle has just begun. If this Saye monster has this skill, then the real threat is worse than the previous mutant town.

People who watched the battle cheered as if they could win in a while. Although I am not sure, but if these people can always hold such confidence before leaving the battlefield completely, they will definitely be able to survive in the new world.

"I should go." I said.

"Oh, okay, okay ... come on."

As I was about to jump off the deck, someone shouted behind me: "Give it a little color to see Mr."

I did not look back at Ranwen Fiction Net, nor did I reply from Ranwen Fiction Net, so I entered the center of the battlefield and swept away.

The only thing that can show the color of the monster is perhaps the knife-shaped critical weapon in Dorothy's hands. Besides, I don't think there is any power at present.

Without the enemies and highly destructive weapons, my talents and abilities are undoubtedly an insignificant enemy for such a large and highly regenerative enemy. To be honest, even at this time, I don't know how to go back. Besides seeing the right time to save everyone, what role can it play.

When I landed on the pier, Saya was less than thirty meters away from the lake. The water in this area was violently turbulent, splashing waves of five or six meters high from time to time. I slammed straight into the spray, like a bump of cotton, surrounded by high pipes, without even a drop of water on my body.

Until I arrived at the scene personally, I was able to experience firsthand how much pressure the Security Bureau faced. Saya seems to be doing nothing, but its power is already a huge threat. Its body is so large that it can run a horse with one arm. The open palm is like a small square. Under such a large mass, the degree is more than ordinary people Faster, squeezing the air every time you raise your hand. The two pairs of wings behind it, like insects, fanned at a frequency of hundreds of times per second, and the howling alone was not much different from the fighter's passing on the near side. If ordinary people are present, they will die in the blink of an eye. Even those who are continuously strengthened by graystones seem to be in a storm, and they will be blown away and squashed if they are not paying attention, and they are basically unable to stabilize their heels or make standard combat moves.

Even harsher, Shaye's broken pieces of flesh splashed around like an explosion, as if not completely caused by an injury, but as a fixed means of attack. Once covered with these pieces of meat, the body will be eroded. I haven't experienced the kind of feelings of martial arts, the king of heaven, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night kill the god, the throne of the Indian seal, and the strongest abandoned The Royal Family of Shao Da Zhou will kill God God Seal Throne in night The Throne of Gods and Gods, the Demon King, the Nineth Heaven, is the strongest to abandon the royal family of the young and big Zhou, but some people have already accepted it as an example.

Bach had lost an arm and was panting violently while lying on a weird instrument, as if he would suffocate at any time. He moved the instrument from time to time, dodge the falling meat, and held a certain distance from Saya. Beside him, Pan seemed to be pulling an invisible rope, his legs plunged into the ground, his body leaned back, almost parallel to the ground, and a deep gully stretched back from under her feet, One degree in one second extends.

It seems that she was one of the people who contained Saya.

Zhenjiang and Dorothy are also beside them.

Zhenjiang didn't fight with Ranwen.com, nor was he injured. He didn't know whether it was due to luck. No flesh fell into her feet. Dorothy waved a knife-shaped critical weapon, and a large group of locusts flew around her, which was her emissary. Under the package of locust-like enchantress, Dorothy's figure kept flashing, disappearing from time to time, constantly sweeping the pieces of meat that fell on everyone's head.

When I came to them, the pieces of meat that had fallen on the ground had begun to erode the surface. A large piece of flesh was spreading from the point of fall to the surroundings. The area near the town was almost completely mutated. If you hold on to this degree of erosion, there will be no more than ten minutes, and there will be no place for us in the dock area.

"This monster is simply a seeder." Bach grabbed my shoulder with his remaining right hand and tried to stand up, but failed. His face was pale, it should be painful, and granulation was slowly growing on the broken arm. Not normal, the erosion of Saya's flesh obviously did not stay away from him.

"You are no longer good, I will take you away." I said to him.

"Leave? Where?" Bach said with a smirk. "I'm almost done. I feel that I'm changing ... Is it a crow? Your appearance begins to become disgusting, and your voice gradually becomes inaudible. Like a noisy radio, it's annoying. "

"Bach"

"Don't talk," Bach yelled, but his tone became blurred when I heard it, like a roar. He struggled to push the machine forward: "Don't let this instrument go too far from Saya or Pan alone , Can't limit its actions. "

It seems that the undulating space that wraps Saya is the masterpiece of this instrument. Although I don't understand what this instrument is, but relying on its power and Pan's power, it has successfully slowed down the pace of Saya.

I carried the instrument on my shoulder and looked at Bach, whose expression gradually became untidy, and I thought he was no longer good. His body began to become bloated, because the extra flesh and blood that didn't have the skin of the literary novel network proliferated rapidly, and there were pustules and a smelly smell, which made me afraid to touch him again.

"Bach Bach wakes up and wakes up quickly," Pan cried out beside her. She might want to come over to help, but the light pulled the invisible rope, so she had no more effort to move. Because of the excessive force, purple and cyan blood vessels appeared on her neck and face, and she looked very cruel.

She kept being dragged forward by Saya, and me, Zhenjiang and Dorothy followed, and our eyes were still on Bach, who had fallen a few meters behind us.

"It's so beautiful ..." Bach seemed to see something beautiful, with a fascinating expression reminiscent of back light.

I think he heard it right, he did say-Saya, beautiful.

"If the world is distorted ... in their eyes, will it be normal?" I once asked this question.

Bach answered now, but as Dr. Jack said, this is simply not the answer we were expecting.

Bach's entire body became a mass of meat, and when we thought he would become a part of the earth, he suddenly rushed at us. Because of the aggressive posture, I swept without hesitation. When he first bounced, he circled around him and used a dagger to cut off his faint hands, feet and head.

The trimmed body, hands, feet and head tribe are on the ground. This is really connected to the earth, and like other meat pieces, it begins to erode the surrounding surface.

Bach is dead.

"Damn," Pan groaned.

"There's still a minute" Jung's voice came over his head.

I looked up and saw Jung, Rock, Shepherd and Magician traveling in a hurricane drum.

The magician stepped on a playing card, which seemed to be suspended in mid-air by this way, and more playing cards wrapped around him like steps. Jung and the Shepherd dog would fall from Saya from time to time, but they could immediately use these playing cards as stepping stones to resurrect themselves.

Jung waved his two knives straight to his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ The knife flashed, and he couldn't see how many paths at all. Only the shadows of one path were stacked together, and a big hole was opened in Saya in his breath .

The shepherd dog drifted in a strange way, and lost traces in the shadows from time to time, and appeared in other places in the next moment, but he rarely attacked because of only a butterfly knife in his hand.

Locke ’s actions seemed slow and heavy. His feet seemed to fit into Saya ’s body and could not move. He could only hit the monster with punches and punches. Each time a violent explosion was formed, and his body also changed Even more terrible. Just like Bach, the flesh was multiplying on him, but it was much slower than Bach.

On the surface, even a person who can touch Saye's flesh and be protected from erosion does not even have a literary fiction net. Even Jung, using his double swords to protect himself, serves as a tool for borrowing support. The magician simply hovered around Saya, and the shepherd dog shuttled in the shadows did not seem to actually touch Saya. . ...

Consciousness of 258 in the end of the restricted grade (text)

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