Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

In the field of vision, there are surging soldiers everywhere, and rows of dense firepower lines, bullets are staggered, missiles fall like meteors, and in the gusting wind, there are sparks and flashes of light everywhere. Hundreds of soldiers died every moment, and the rich **** smell seemed to solidify the air. The flowing blood was like branches of countless streams. With the gravity falling into the deeper space below, the sound was no longer Tick-tick again, but wow, wow, when the foot is on the ground, stepping on the pool of blood every time, it seems to be dripping in the standing water. This world of platforms, corridors, and giant gear machinery seems to be under a never-ending blood rain.

The blood seemed to never solidify. My probe wiped away the wetness on my face, and the entire palm became red, and my crimson coat was extremely bright at this time, as if I had just left the dyeing room and the color was wet. I don't know how many soldiers I killed with the file. These soldiers don't seem to have been reduced at all. The whole battlefield is steadily squirming as if, as if opening an invisible giant mouth, chewing the people in it. In addition to being opened up as a safe area platform, the upper, lower, left, and right sides are like wild waves, and the enthusiastic attacking soldiers are constantly trying to destroy the dam composed of members of our mysterious organization, completely submerging every area in their eyes.

Normal people simply cannot survive from this huge and harsh front. Dense bullet rain and blasting debris chased us mercilessly from all sides, and the soldiers who were in sight are rushing up regardless of their own body, regardless of their own Will be buried by this dense gunfire. No formation, no command, no tactics, no coordination. There is no reason, just a war that is rudely piled up with a large number of people. However, the endless number of soldiers has turned this rudeness into a terrible force.

Only mysterious. In order to survive in such a war, any heavy armor with a defensive focus can not survive this unwilling attack. Any vehicle that is too large will be overwhelmed by the soldier's body. High-intensity maneuverability and high-intensity defensiveness. This is the contradiction in the science and technology theory of normal society. To create a powerful enough power, the energy device has to have heavy mass and huge volume, which is the limitation of normal social technology in the illusion of doomsday. Anything that produces huge energy with a core of ultra-fine quality, and completes the most powerful defensive and maneuverable ideas with the smallest volume, only exists in theory and fantasy that cannot be practiced. Only mysterious. In order to present these seemingly unachievable results in a way completely incomprehensible to people.

Faced with this endless wave of soldiers, the most powerful weapon nuclear bombs currently known in normal society can only declare no solution unless the number of nuclear bombs is also endless. Facing "infinity", any "poor" is passive. The outcome of this war does not depend on how many soldiers we can kill, but only on when we can last. Other people who fell into this battlefield earlier than us are definitely more expensive than me and the file. After the first companion that burned out in this asymmetrical war appeared, everyone else subconsciously reduced their output. However, the relative increase in pressure due to the decrease in output was forcing them to increase their output again. To the original limit.

I know that it must be not only me and the file who have guessed the sacrifice of this ideological space, but others must have noticed that they are always at the peak of their anomalies. However, the high pressure posed by this battlefield environment forced them to accept this anomaly.

This is sacrifice, relying on the high pressure inside the environment to allow outsiders to burn continuously. Until they completely disintegrate as part of this environment. This ideological space probably will not generate energy to flow out. Then, the energy accumulated in this internal environment will not have the possibility of falling. Soldiers were born here. After death, they just changed into another form, waiting for the next composition-perhaps, this is the endless reason for soldiers. Those of us cannot essentially erase the power of this ideological space, but, according to Chubby, a magical girl is okay. However, there are so few magical girls, their efforts are only insignificant, and, because of our existence and actions, their actions do not help.

Even so, we can't stop and let the magic girls act alone. This has nothing to do with justice or mercy, just because we need to complete the sacrifice.

The huge flying fleet composed of airships as the center is gradually approaching. Their number has been increasing since our arrival. Father Sisson cannot keep them in place forever. Father Sissen ’s scope power is not only dealing with these flying units, but also assisting others in coping with these influx of soldiers. Being able to achieve the current level, Father Sisen's strength is really shocking. No one here can do what he does today. However, I feel that the approach of the flying units is not because the pressure on the battlefield exceeds the strength limit of Father Sissen. Father Si Sen still did not do his best, but thought that the current contribution is enough to support the birth of the "gate", and the flying unit's approaching rhythm is like a countdown. In the same way, my thoughts must have been produced by others.

The closer these airships and fighter jets are to us, the greater the sense of oppression they produce. However, it will not make people panic, because this may be the change of the rhythm that is about to occur.

"Can they be done before they suppress the airspace?" The file, after shooting a large group of soldiers again, guessed to me.

"I hope so." My simple and casual answer made the file shrug, but the next moment I continued to move with her again, interrupting the conversation.

Unlike most people who make up the line of defense, our maneuvering range is the widest. After dividing the battlefield, other people are only guarding a part of their range, and we do not have a fixed combat area. The high speed and the ability to fly, so that we can reach farther in a short time. Therefore, we often pass by other people, and we will also free the other from time to time, even though we can live to the present. There is a brush, purely in terms of mystery, there is no absolute superiority, but in adaptability to this battlefield. Not everyone is the same. Some people's power is more suitable for small-scale battles, or it is only one-on-one advantage, or even only has auxiliary attributes. Fall into this endless crowd of people. People who do n’t adapt are often in danger because they miss their chances to escape. They can live to the present, and they are naturally helped by others.

After the first burner appeared, this kind of dangerous situation was frequently staged. Therefore, I and the file with super mobility. There is no shortage of support for these people, and even our mission has defaulted to firefighters. And this task is very consistent with the role we were asked to play in the core area of ​​the tower. It seems that when arranging tasks in the core area of ​​the tower, the other party actually meant the current situation, rather than fighting in the normal environment of the core area of ​​the tower.

The light and heat here. It seems that as the fighting time increases, the world of metal seems to be twisted in the heat. It has been a while since I heard any more people talking. Everyone seemed to hold their breath and seemed to be able to perceive a non-existent beginning as the pressure increased dramatically. The battle was still violent and violent, however, the atmosphere seemed more and more suppressed, just like before the storm.

During this period, we walked almost every defense zone. Re-recognize these people who survived.

Finally, three members of the mysterious organization burned out, and one of them, just after the file and I reinforced it, turned into a light and heat. I cannot describe my mood at this time. The pressure of fighting and the psychological preparation in advance made me not so excited. Something was rolling in my mind, but no more specific thoughts were formed. My emotions were unimaginably stable, and I did n’t even have the idea of ​​staying for a moment. I immediately killed the soldiers who passed over the burned ones, and replaced the dead comrade to stabilize the range.

Losing three companions at once, the "safe area" that was previously opened and maintained was reduced by one-fifth. For a time, it seemed that every specific defense area was in danger, and the "safe area" would be further reduced at any time.

The survivors, including me and the file, are only 22 people left.

The magic girl's magic cannon once again violently tore a large crowd, finally restoring the precarious defense line. In the ongoing battle, the power of the magical girls showed a very significant targeted, not only against these abnormal troops, but from it, the unique effect of this ideological world. The soldiers were not as aggressive to these magical girls as they were to other people, just as if they sensed that they were killed, they would be completely wiped out. The pressure faced by the magic girls is less than others. This situation was not obvious at first, but it became clearer as time passed. Many people relied on their reinforcements to get a chance to breathe.

However, although the outbreak of the magical girl temporarily stabilized the defense line, but relatively, it also offset the power of the three sacrifices, which means that the change may come later. It's hard to say whether to blame the magic girls for their shots or to be grateful. The special power of the magic girls has no gain on other people's plans, but will delay the time, but without their help, perhaps more people will die before reaching their goals. The increase in sacrifices will make the "gate" come faster. However, no one wants to be a sacrifice. He always hopes to persevere longer than others.

The Tianmen Project in the 51st District puts almost everyone in a contradictory situation, and only the strong can handle it. It's like another screening, every battle, the survivors will be of higher quality than the last one. In the fifty-one district, when convening the crowd, it took the counterattack of the Nazis as the goal of the plan, thinking that various mysterious organizations will be the main body of counterattack forces. However, as the plan progresses, this subject is shrinking in number. Although the most powerful group is unscathed, at the organizational level, the overall strength is indeed weakened.

There are more than a dozen airships left by the Nazis in Las Vegas, and there is no specific data on the number of soldiers in each airship. Is it only the current survivors, each one to break an airship? Moreover, many of those who have survived today have purely auxiliary power. The plan originally shown to us by the 51st district has now become a joke. Of course they will not be held responsible for it, because this should be one of the goals to be achieved in their plan. One can imagine. Once the Fifty-one District completed the Tianmen Project and took control of the spiritual integration device, their own reserve power would become the main body to counter the Nazis. And other mysterious organizations that did not cooperate with it, after only a few strong men remained. It can only be coordinated in an assisting way-of course, this is indeed achievable in the Tianmen plan of the 51st district, and the remaining strong men do not have a role like the final word.

I don't think the plan of the 51st district will be so smooth because I am one of the obstacles. And it will be one of the biggest obstacles.

Even if the power of the magic lines in the ideological world cannot be brought into the normal environment, the prosthetic body and brain hardware are enough for me to have the ability to decide the final victory. I am so convinced.

I was killing, waiting, moving through the increasingly intense attack fire. Watching the death of another member of the mysterious organization, the shadows of the airship and the fighter planes finally seemed like dark clouds, and they were about to break into the defense line with great force. The line of defense began to shrink, and the safety zone shrank again, leaving only half of the area. And just under this almost breathless pressure, there are certain unobservable changes. Attracted everyone's attention.

Like the vibration from the deepest part of the sea, we feel the vibration floating on the surface of the sea, but we can't detect the more specific situation. Until this vibration set off a bigger storm-the space around us is shaking. Initially, the light and heat made the scene somewhat translucent and fuzzy, but the jitter at this time was very different from the blurry and distorted visual phenomenon. It is difficult to describe in words, however, when this jitter is generated. No one will confuse it with the original phenomenon.

"It's starting?" Although the file uses interrogative sentences, it is extremely affirmative. I threw away the blood from the blade of my arm, and watched these pools of blood in the middle of the battle. The pressure caused by the advance of the flying troops suddenly weakened at this time. These soldiers, airships, and fighters are still coming in as always, but. But it gives people an illusory feeling. If we say that they were like more substantial stones before, now they seem to be drifting like wind.

When we killed these soldiers, we no longer felt the sense of reality we had before.

However, the more intuitive phenomenon observed from my perspective comes from the blood on platforms, corridors and gear machinery. After the soldiers were killed, the corpses did not stay for too long, but the spilled blood did not disappear. After observing this phenomenon, I have a dim consciousness that these blood is an important introduction to a certain change. This idea is very consistent with the characteristics of sacrifices listed in occultism, but I am not sure what kind of change these blood will be. And now, it is further confirmed that these blood is a sign of the coming of "Tianmen".

Because everyone, including Father Sisen of the 51st League of Powers and others, showed a look of waiting for evidence.

The flowing blood is changing from chaos to order within the scope of my chain judgment without dead ends. It seems that there is an invisible force other than gravity directing this blood to become an extremely veiny shape in the flow.

Since the area covered by these blood is far beyond the area that can be observed by my chain judgment, I can only look at the leopard and cannot confirm its overall change. However, in terms of only what I can observe, the veins formed by these blood while flowing seem to be describing something, but they are different from the details of the magic circle I have seen.

Or, it is more appropriate to describe it as "irregular ~ www.readwn.com ~ unstable magic circle". I can feel that what it is describing is constantly changing as the blood flows. The movement itself is like chanting an extremely old mantra, not a common magic circle, just a combination of fixed mysterious meaning.

When I beheaded the soldier next to me again, the soldier seemed to be weathered, the body was broken apart, and the whole body of blood was as if the shell was peeled off, and it fell to the ground like a shell. Owning life generally meanders on its own. After that, the soldiers who were shot by the file on a large scale and killed by others showed the same changes. It feels like these soldiers have become as vulnerable as eggs.

It seems that the endless advance of the army has put pressure on us, and it seems to disappear like Xuerong. And those flying troops that have entered the line of defense and are using their superior advantages to cover attacks are no longer regarded as the powerful air force at the time-they are more like a three-dimensional movie screen at this time, although, firepower It is still threatening, and the texture is still alive.

Subsequently, a large amount of blood poured out from inside after one of them broke the airship.

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