Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

My magic pattern was promoted to the third level, and the file was shocked by it. She couldn't hide this emotion, so that her voice would freeze. She is also a Mageweave messenger, and she knows how difficult it is to get promoted, otherwise she will not still be a second-level Mageweave messenger, and as far as current information is concerned, only Father Xisen has reached a chance by chance. Three and a half, that is a kind of caution full of side effects, and the changes I made after Mageweave's promotion, explained by side effects, can make her believe. Only I understand that although the changes that I have made myself are not excessive to call the side effects of Mageweave promotion, the actual situation is more complicated than the meaning of "side effects" can represent.

This three-level magic pattern is not the power of Gaochuan itself, which is "I", nor the strength of the information gathered from the "Gaochuan" in the past, but by a certain very powerful, perhaps, all the "Gaochuan" from the past to the present. "The power of the most powerful one." Moreover, the "Gaochuan" with this power is in a state of dying. I never felt that gaining his power would have no bad results at all. A series of feelings when the magic pattern was promoted was still unforgettable until I recovered. The pain, the throbbing, the burning emotion, the song like the sound of nature ... Everything is in the underworld What to tell is like in occultism, mortals are using faith for the power of the deity, or the power of the deity forced through the body of the mortal, and it is like a demon disguised as a deity, staying in the soul of the mortal , Resurrect step by step.

I know that I went one step further to death. Every time the power is acquired, it is exchanged for the last time in my life, even. This kind of power only shows power in ideology, or precisely because it can show extraordinary power in ideology, it is powerful and terrible.

I am not sure. How much I have changed, this is purely an ideological change in personality and will. This kind of change seems to be subtle for a long time, but at this time there is a sudden qualitative change, but this feeling. It is undoubtedly an illusion. I can't see my changes clearly, but I am absolutely sure that the changes I have made are definitely not natural.

The file was silent for a moment, and Ning Shen asked me: "So, you of the three-level Mageweave messenger. Can you break through the blockade of these troops?"

"Why not?" I answered. Although this is not the power I have, I can't dialysis this form of power, but I am also Gao Chuan. This reason is enough. It allows me to use these powers as if I was instinct. It is my hands and feet, even if I don't know the limits of my hands and feet. However, when it needs to be used, it will still act as it wishes.

I raised my wrist and raised the crow quark standing on my forearm high. I know, I know, it is not a normal crow. And this is not ordinary, not because of its state of being independent of this ideological world, but because I understand it subconsciously. It is a kind of demon known as "enchantress". The three-level Mageweave messenger can recover a demon and use the power of this demon. In mystics, this demon has always been called the "devil".

"This is my messenger." I said, of course, the file is not very clear about the reason. However, the rumors about angels are not unfamiliar knowledge for those familiar with occultism. The file looked quietly at the side, and the quark's body gradually lost the shape of the bird in our gaze, and continued to expand, rising into a large gray cloth in the hunting wind. I wrapped the cloth around my shoulders, and then I knew that now I could appear in the shadows and fly like a bird.

I have no doubt about this instinctive feeling, reaching for the file and leaping out into the air beside me. The body is falling, faster and faster, but the heart seems to be lifted.

"Quark."

Fly up, quark!

The wind whizzing in my ears suddenly stopped, and my body seemed to be pulled for a while, staying in the air for a while. I noticed a change in the cloak on my shoulder. It seemed to run through my shoulder blades. Even if I didn't hold it tightly, it wouldn't fall. In the chain judgment, I felt my current appearance. The gray cloak stretched extremely behind, really like a pair of gray wings. I could n’t tell whether it was wings or bats. It seemed to be broken. The gray thread was The edge flutters in the wind.

My body rolled in mid-air. Before I hit the side platform in the violent wind, I finally found a balance point and successfully suspended in the mid-air only one meter away from the platform.

The file's face is not very beautiful, because we almost hit the platform, even if it is only the body formed by the state of consciousness, but it is also unavoidable to be injured, because-everything we experience is the same as the real, not the conscious Illusion.

"It's amazing." I said to myself excitedly.

"Go to hell! The next time you pull me on to do such an experiment, I will kick you down!" The file said angrily.

This taste of being able to fly freely by body alone is not something you can experience by sitting in an iron bird or jumping between tall buildings. The wings did not fan, but there was a force against the earth and gravity, and even pushed the air flow of the body, my body was as light as a bamboo stick. The wings moved according to my will, flapping the air with strength, just once, and let the scenery in the field of vision quickly lapse backwards.

The fast-swept super energy has already been exhibited, and should be attached to the invisible passage that can be continued on the ground. At this time, the body can be stretched freely in any space, and even penetrate into the giant gear machinery, platform and corridor in the intense light and heat The shadow cast. As long as there are shadows and gaps, I am free.

Airflow, gravity, and most obstacles couldn't stop my movement. I couldn't restrain the emotions in my heart. I circled the platform for several times. The wings flapped infrequently, but every time I was full of power, I felt the speed. Accelerating constantly, blinking ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters ... I feel like I have become a free meteor, and then turn in the direction of the target—

Flying away.

The soldiers who are advancing against the violent chaotic airflow have no time to catch our figure. Although they are not affected as much as the fighter-like behemoths when they move. When the fault between the platform and the corridor jumps, it is inevitable that it will not be affected. The concentrated Mercedes-Benz allows them to eliminate the errors caused by this effect to a certain extent, but when I hold the file. When penetrating into their array from the air, this concentrated state disappeared immediately. They were like the wolf who found their prey, and they suddenly focused their attention on us. Not all soldiers are paying attention to us, but the soldiers on the flying route. As long as they are not too far apart, they will notice our existence and exude strong killing intentions. This kind of killing intentions gathers in hundreds of thousands of places, and even causes people to have their human form melted into a kind of complete representation. "Slaying" in the meaning of the constant twisting blood.

Even across a gas mask. It seems that you can see the eyes behind the goggles, as if lit up, emitting a deep red light.

Our speed is very fast, just noticed our soldiers, and was quickly left behind by us. In my perception, these soldiers are even as dull as a wooden man. but. Compared with the area occupied by these troops, our speed is not fast, so the killing hostility spreads at a speed like light waves, quickly surpassing us, and let the team ahead Riot.

When we went deep into the platforms and corridors where these troops were entrenched, the soldiers in the front had already turned back, just like the collapse of the domino chain, one after the other. Some soldiers stopped to move forward, allowing other soldiers to pass by them, and they built a line of defense with other stopped colleagues on the spot. I see that it is clear that after combining the power of the angel, my eyesight has been strengthened like never before. They raised their guns and carried the bazookas that were carried by the side of the marching backpack, trying to stop our progress. These soldiers preparing to attack are not just in front. Our speed is still relatively fast compared to them. Some soldiers who have responded have been left behind, but they are also the first to fire.

On the route that the file and I passed, the soldiers who had already raised their muzzles opened fire one after another. The dense firepower line concentrated on us from all directions, up and down, left and right, but before we hit us, we were left behind by us In this way, countless bullets still chasing us, trying to intercept us by advance. I held the file upside down in the air, folded it, constantly changing my route, and freely shuttled through the rain of bullets. These soldiers can't catch up with us at all, and the bullets can't do it, and the more powerful but slower rocket launcher is even more unlikely to stop us.

The firepower line seems to be dense, but I can't feel the pressure through it, because in my perception, all of this is slow, and I can even see the shape of each bullet that has passed by. The file is yelling, and what we are doing must give her an unprecedented sense of excitement. Even the second-level Mageweave messenger, an extremely powerful and experienced mercenary, is difficult to have such an experience.

Single-handedly breaking into a line of defense built by a group army is simply something that will appear in the role of a hero in fantasy works. Even though this group army is all infantry, the most powerful firepower is just a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher. The equipment possessed by these soldiers were all goods of World War II. However, these anomalous soldiers seem to have endless ammunition and energy, and their actions are far beyond mortal. They are full of fanatical hostility. Although there is no clear commander, it seems that they are composed of soldiers from many countries, but they are like wolves. Instinctively coordinated, the combat effectiveness is sufficient to match the military of most modern countries without great power and scope of military lethality.

Yes, this unusual army is extremely powerful when compared to an army of ordinary people, but for me, I am like a chicken and a dog. I am alone, of course I ca n’t kill an army, but they ca n’t help me. Between the flying bullets, I twisted back and forth, and the arm blade bounced through a series of soldiers, and they could not even react. Before they turned the muzzle, I had my head cut off, not one or two, and It was in the blink of an eye that the soldiers in a barbed wire corridor were stabbed at both ends by me, and it was only after I moved away from the corridor that their separated bodies had just fallen into the air.

I galloped against the edge of the platform and corridor, and my arm blade raised countless heads and corpses in the waist. A large spray of blood, and even the soldiers who are jumping to another platform and corridor, will be killed in the air in the moment I passed by. If I observe my actions at this time with the senses of normal people, I will only see a gray band-like afterimage that is repeatedly entangled. In the twinkling of a line of firepower, and then flew further away, only the corpses and blood red were left.

With the double blessings of flying ability and fast swept super energy, we quickly approached the source of the wind. Father Xi Sen ’s air pressure control superpower is not ineffective for me at this time. This is the power generated by the third-level half-magic pattern, and the power range extends to far away. And the closer to the place where the force is generated, the clearer the pressure felt in the flying state is, even the invisible channel constructed by the super-sweep super energy can not help but have an effect under this pressure-this is not a pure air pressure Influence, but the mystery of superpower.

The air seems to be getting denser and denser, even making me produce a kind. If you move forward, your own speed will decrease. The reason why I can traverse this abnormal group army is to rely on this free and high-speed movement. Once the speed is reduced, these fire lines that continue to chase us will pose a threat. However, I also know instinctively that this speed will decrease. It ’s just an illusion, because I can continue to accelerate, I have n’t tried my best, and I ca n’t even see the bottom line of the power I have at this time, and this bottom line is definitely not the resistance at this time. of.

In the infinite light and heat, in the fire line that gathers from all directions in the hot pursuit. Between giant gears, platforms and corridors, among the soldiers' bodies and blood. I held the file flying, shuttled, hacked, nothing could stop us.

Along the way. The soldiers were countless dead and wounded, and I have not counted how many they killed, because they still endlessly chased us. They do n’t have any concept of death, no fear emotions, as if fighting forever, is their greatest satisfaction, endless fighting will bring the sweetest taste, their faces are covered by a gas mask, but if they really have A living face like Zhang's life is sure to be a very happy expression at this time. Almost just after I was killed by a gap, it was filled by new soldiers who trampled on the bodies of their former companions, but never paid attention to what was under their feet.

The fanatical behavior was accompanied by no hustle and bustle, only the sound of guns, but it seemed to be playing a grand rhythm. There is no need to listen carefully. This rhythm, like a silent song, penetrates into the ears and penetrates into the soul, as if the soul of the dead can be ignited.

Me and the file, stepping on the drums of guns, the melody of death, in the Great Wall formed by flesh and military uniforms, and in the raging wind, a little closer to the center of this extremely grand war vortex. It was originally just a black spot, but at this time it has expanded at a rate of a hundred times, and I can see ant-like figures constantly falling from the sky. I ca n’t tell for a while, which one is your own, but since the fierce battle is still going on, it means that there are still people alive, and this stable fighting intensity has convinced me that both sides of the battle will continue for a long, long time. The time is not yet the limit of both parties.

On this road, fighter jets can still be seen. Although the special flying brigade we followed crashed into the ground, they all crashed, but there were more flying units, arranged in a huge formation, just like sailing against the current. In general, a little bit moved towards the center of the battlefield. Among them, there is a huge airship, not only the victorious countries, but also the airships clearly marked with the Nazi logo. Moreover, these airships with the Nazi logo ~ www.readwn.com ~ are usually larger and more massive than the airships of other countries. Hard and cold, just like a giant beast running in the air. When the files and I shuttled in their shadows, we were all amazed by this majestic momentum, but this is a scene we have no knowledge of in our time.

Although in the history of World War II, the airships of these different countries even have bitter hatred between each other, but at this time, under the action of the same will, they are moving towards the same goal. Airships have already entered deeper into the center of the battlefield.

Every airship is surrounded by a large number of fighter groups. Even if the Nazis came to Las Vegas, they would not have such a large amount of troops. With the power of the airship, the fighter group can barely maintain the flight attitude. When the airship launches an attack, they cannot yet join the battle, because the attack distance of the airship is much farther than them.

A cannon protruded from the airship's cabin, and then fired missiles, ripping open the violent airflow, and going deep into the center of the battlefield. For a time, the space in all directions was filled with fire-like missiles. Some of these missiles were detonated after being whipped by air currents, but more of them had the power to travel to the battlefield, as if being guarded, guided, and avoided various obstacles by mysterious forces, just like fish swimming in the tide. (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.)