Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The air flow wrapped around the "spitfire" fuselage seemed to have its own consciousness. After some temptation, it began to become more chaotic and frantic, like trying to kill prey. The file grasped the sense of manipulation and tried to adjust the flying posture, but the fuselage rolled in the chaotic airflow and quickly moved closer to the surrounding obstacles. The two of us can experience the trembling of "fire-breathing", as if trapped by a large piece of rope, swinging left and right, even the skeleton seems to be about to fall apart. Its flying attitude has become more and more strange. The whole fuselage has been tilted and fluttered in the direction of the wing. The propeller seems to be stuffed with a lot of stones. Seeing that the huge metal platform in front is getting closer and closer, the power of "Spitfire" is simply not enough to get it out of this deadly route.

"Jumping! Gao Chuan! Can't do it anymore!" The file shouted loudly.

I jumped out of the cockpit without thinking, grabbed the hand from the file, and pulled her out hard. Before we jumped out of the fuselage, "Fire Spit" had turned over completely, and we completely lost our footing. Position, began to fall down. I shot the hook, like it was done countless times before, grabbed a barbed wire corridor on the near side, and then jumped to another metal platform with the power of swing. Just when we landed, there was a violent impact sound not far away, followed by the glare of fire in the corner of our eyes. The "spitfire" we were riding on hit the platform there, and the fragments scattered all around in the explosion.

It's not just the body we're riding on, but the special flying group that is closer to the source of the chaotic airflow than us is also suffering heavy losses. Almost every breath can see the bloom of fire and the fragmentation of the silhouette. These fighters are like playing collision balls, constantly destroying themselves and their companions. Their moths rushed forward, and did not bring them any vitality. There is still a long distance from the source, and the number of airframes of the entire flying brigade has been reduced by nearly half.

After leaving "Spitfire", the wind that I and the file felt was still very strong, just like a typhoon crossing. There is a situation where the trees are uprooted, but compared to the power of destroying the group, it is undoubtedly weakened many times. People have to think that these chaotic airflows are to block these aircraft. This idea is quite reasonable, and the file and I can give countless reasons for this approach. Father Xi Sen ’s air pressure control superpower, which can control air power in a large range, is undoubtedly a very powerful thing for combat.

No one knows, in this ideological world. In the end, how many such abnormal flying units can be produced, and in a world with no land, only endless sky and abyss, the fight for air power is undoubtedly very important. All flying units that can't land on the ground and wander around will inherently occupy the geographical advantage.

The file and I have to deal with these fleets of persistent pursuits, but also need to spend some time to get rid of the predicament. If you put all your energy into dealing with these flying units, the energy you can invest in other aspects will naturally be reduced. Although you will not be afraid, you will also be handicapped. Moreover, dealing with these flying units is not a business at all, and spending energy on them is undoubtedly a waste. Father Si Sen can control a wide range of airpower by himself, which is undoubtedly good news for the people who are with his team.

However, I don't think so. Father Sisen's team of horses can unimpeded in this ideological world. Their position is already within our visual distance, and this distance has not increased for some time. Obviously, something blocked their path.

The file and I drove towards the source under the gust of wind, and this time, there was no more chase by the soldiers. As the black spot in the distance as the wind source gradually enlarges. The quark flying in the front was the first to observe what was there. The first to enter perception is a series of teams. The individuals of these teams are all humanoid. From beyond the observation range, the source is coming endlessly. Like us, we are advancing rapidly towards the source of the wind. These humanoid serpentine arrays, running along the barbed wire promenade, jumping between different platforms, each humanoid has extremely powerful maneuverability, and like us, crossing two unconnected footholds by various methods Between the gaps. The crackling footsteps, like the sound of a surging water, are getting louder and louder as the wind penetrates into our ears.

Obviously the humanoid team, like a group of wolves smelling the prey, quickly rushed to the target location. The team is not so neat in the high-speed movement, but because of the same direction, there is an unstoppable ferocious posture. When the quarks were flying above their heads, they also failed to notice the existence of this crow, and no one glanced at it.

How many people are rushing to the wind source? Thirty thousand? One hundred thousand? Hundreds of thousands? It is impossible to calculate, the range that can be perceived, and almost every place where you can settle is filled with these high-speed moving human figures. The file does not have the ability to perceive me so far, so when we actually saw this long line of humans in her own eyes, she couldn't help but look horrified.

That is the enemy, which can be confirmed at first glance, and it is not an ordinary human being. These people wore military uniforms from the World War II era, and the styles of various countries were chaotic and boiling, but everyone was fully armed, helmets, gas masks, military coats and long military boots, which wrapped their skin all over the body , Can't see the real look at all. There were flying brigades during World War II, and these huge numbers of troops could be regarded as anomalies in the same ideological world. These soldiers are either from deeper below or farther from above. The overall scale is in the horizontal range, which is not too large compared to the vertical range. Therefore, only by approaching the current distance can they be found.

Soldiers from different countries converge, there is no obvious commander, and no one is in charge of the march, as if instinctively knowing where the enemy is, he keeps on advancing, advancing, advancing. Their speed is so fast, they just run on their own legs, without any vehicles, but they are like a chariot racing on the highway, the momentum is like a rush. There is no obstacle to block them, and it is like a veteran undead crawling out of the grave. The only purpose of returning to the world is to participate in another war and burn your life in the war again.

Maybe. Above their heads, between this team, there should have been a variety of World War II fighter groups escorting and guarding the airspace, but these aircraft units were affected by the chaotic airflow. Falling continuously from the sky. In addition to the special flight brigade that I and the file tracked, we also saw more fleets reach this position, but the speed of their fall has not been improved, even when it crashed on platforms and corridors. Explosions and debris instead affected the marching team of soldiers, causing considerable casualties.

The soldiers swept by the impact, like ants, fell from the platform and the edge of the corridor, and above them, more fighters crashed like meteors, and more aircraft groups broke into this area. . The source of wind is like a catastrophic magnet. The destruction and death are being harvested endlessly, but such storms, like the stones falling in the water for the marching team, the ripples generated cannot completely prevent the will of these soldiers to rush to the battlefield. It is this kind of undoubted and fearful, and even zealous will, that frightens those who witness this scene.

"What the **** happened?" The file and I were hiding outside this tiger-wolf army, guessing the answer to the question. The file gritted its teeth. But she did not dare to take another step over there. She who lost her superpower could not cope with such a huge army. This army is not comparable to a "fire-breathing" flying brigade. The huge number of advantages, even if it consists of ordinary soldiers. It is also enough to form an overwhelming load on a large part of the mysterious holders. Even in the normal world, no one would do the stupidity of fighting an army of more than 10,000 people alone. Mystery holders can rely on their mystery to move forward and backward from the encirclement of the ordinary army, but it does not mean that they can all fight head-on. . Moreover, these soldiers today are simply anomalies in the ideological world. They must have characteristics beyond common sense like those fighters.

Perhaps, the real bodies of these soldiers, like the fighter pilots, are all skeletons, from the undead in the past. There is no pain, no real meaning of death, no physical and physical limitations, no excess emotions. The only thing that limits their strength is the shortcomings of the human body structure, as well as spirituality and wisdom.

"This place is so wrong. Why are all the forces of the World War II era?" The file said as if to himself.

"Probably because it did go through World War II, and let it remember it?" I thought about it and replied.

"Is it self-conscious?" The file still muttered to himself.

"Who knows?" I looked up and looked at this endless world. "This is the spiritual integration device taken from the Nazis at the end of World War II. It is the most terrifying mysterious heritage of that era. No matter what the possibility is Not surprising. "

"What should I do now? There are so many of them, we can't go through at all." The eyes of the file gathered and observed the abnormal army, saying, "What did Father Sisson and the guys do? It ’s surprising that they have been able to support for such a long time. ”

"They have been prepared for a long time. Despite the large number of these soldiers, they are still ideological creations, and they have fixed forms and characteristics. For conscious walkers, they are easier to deal with than the elusive weirdness." I Analyzed. I have been in this ideological world for a while, and I have seen threatening anomalies here. Although purely in terms of scenes, this ideological world, which may be formed by a spiritual integration device, is larger and thicker than the boundary of "Jiang". However, for people walking in mystery, it is easier to deal with. Because it gives people the feeling that it is relatively stable and lacks the unpredictability of ideology-it is more appropriate to describe that this ideological world is like a historical scholar's conscious world, and the boundary of "Jiang" is more like It is a conscious world of mental patients.

Most of the time, mental patients are more dangerous than historians.

"Aren't you also a conscious walker?" The file asked instead: "If you can't think of a way out, we can only stay here and stare. And, if there is no brilliant idea, I won't do it."

"Maybe there is a way." I told the truth, "but. I'm not sure, I have to experiment."

"What?" The file asked, but I couldn't answer clearly because it was just a feeling. Feelings due to the existence of quarks. I think I can break through the blockade of this army, but I have nothing to do with Quark, but I can't say why. The file stared at me, and when I saw my silence, I didn't ask any more.

I call quark in my heart. After a while, the crow flew from the distant sky. I raised my arm, it landed firmly on my forearm, and the file looked at the two of us, seeming to wonder what I wanted to do. However, it doesn't take long for her to think about it. An instinctive feeling, like a spring flowing in my body, before my thinking began to turn, the magic lines on the inside of the wrist heat again, this burning seems to flow along the nerves in every part of the body, Like a fire burn, I bent down painfully. This pain is beyond words. It seems to be from the depths of the body's genes, and it seems to burst out from the depths of the soul. The fiery pattern is just an introduction. Along with the pain, there is a sense of living foreign body, as if there is something terrible that does not belong to you, waking up in your own body, like a terminally ill patient, feeling the continuous spread of cancer cells. There is something that is competing with yourself for your own body and soul. It has taken root and has grown, but it continues to sprout and invade every inch of territory.

My face must be distorted at this time, just. Covered by a clown mask. My body is trembling constantly, not only because of the pain, but also because of a fear that comes with pain, an instinct that is inborn, I can't think about why I am in fear, it is so natural Too. I feel like I am twisting, becoming another person, or something.

My vision was blurred, as if I was in a blazing flame, looking at the world outside the flame. The outline of the file was approaching me, I couldn't even see her face, I just felt her movements were so careful. I heard her voice roaring like thunder, but I couldn't hear what she was talking about.

In this thunderous voice, a clear song suddenly sounded, like a white sky breaking out of the black clouds.

It seems that not only demons, but also angels have awakened in this unbearable pain.

"The first word is dream,

From a deep sleep,

Bring my inner secret quietly out.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly towards God ’s arms,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

Another golden apple fell.

The third word is hope,

I woke up on a cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots, the distant future ... "

Unknown songs, but with the peace and warmth that soaked in the heart. Let the pain and fear me find a trace of comfort and life's desire. My pain and fear, supported by this song a little bit, made me almost unwilling to wake up, hoping to have this long drunk dream-yes, at this moment, I know that I am dreaming, a A dream that makes people drunk. I also gradually learned that no matter the pain, fear or this beautiful, peaceful singing comes from "Jiang". You do n’t need to ask yourself why you know, this answer is like a mark engraved at the source of life, no matter how many times it passes, there will be no fading.

I don't know what Jiang did, and what kind of changes I have made. The only thing I know is that now I am stronger, and at the same time, I am closer to death. I feel that I am becoming less like myself, this feeling must not be an illusion. I am changing, this change does not originate from the body, but from the personality consciousness, because, at this time, I am not in the world of ideology? Isn't your own strength because of a physical change of ideology in this ideological world?

What will I become? This answer ~ www.readwn.com ~ Maybe I know it myself, I already know it instinctively. No matter how it changes, I am still "Gaochuan", but, maybe one day in the future, I will no longer be the current me, and will become the young Gaochuan that I have seen in the depths of personality consciousness many times.

How much have I changed at this time compared to me earlier? I am not sure, and I do n’t want to confirm.

"Gaochuan! Gaochuan!" The file grabbed my shoulder and shook it vigorously. She reached out and wanted to take off my clown mask, but I was blocked by raising my hand.

"I'm fine." I said.

"You don't seem to be okay," the file said sternly.

"It's just a side effect to become strong." I explained it vaguely in a way she could understand, and then, in her distrustful eyes, subconsciously raised her wrist. So, she and I saw the three prismatic magic patterns on the inside of the wrist.

"Three or three levels of magic patterns?" The tone of the file seemed to solidify. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)