Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

After entering the area where the smoky face is dense, I can finally stop to find the wizard of spades. The densely smoky face is a natural barrier. If her ability is as I expected, it is impossible to wear in a short time Pass this barrier to pursue me. The power of this elite wizard, in my imagination, is the result of its own inherent ideological spells echoing this ideological world. For any conscious walker, she can cast such spells, they are extremely difficult opponents. After all, not every conscious walker has the power to directly interfere with consciousness, just like me now, as Conscious walkers are just third-rate. I do n’t have the ability to freely enter and exit the ideological world, but in the state of consciousness, without the power of the magic pattern blessings, it is just a weak young man who has no power.

My strength is not based on my current self-personality. Although my self-confidence is not too far behind those of the "Gaochuan" in the past, in the ideological world, it is not that strong will can have power. Because, here is not entirely composed of my own consciousness. Plural consciousnesses are linked to each other and influence each other to complete a mysterious structure in a precise and unknowable way. The power produced by simple will has not been amplified. Even as in the normal world, will does not affect all victory. The proportion of factors such as flesh, personality, and wisdom, which play a role in it, is greater than will. Its own power.

Put in the normal world, the will drives the flesh, and the flesh shows the power, then put it in this ideological world. The form and shape constructed by the information from the depths of consciousness are equivalent to "flesh". The shape produced by my personality consciousness, under the interference of various complex factors, is this juvenile body that looks like a patient. The composition of the magic pattern is also the result of one of these complex factors. But this factor is not an element of my current personality consciousness. "Jiang" and Gao Chuan, a young man whose life and death are indistinguishable, are not inseparable from the collective concept of "Gaochuan", but to Gaochuan, a single concept of "I". But it is more inclined to "foreign objects", or something like "cancer cells".

"Cancer" cannot be controlled by the patient's self-consciousness. Therefore, the magic patterns generated by "Juvenile Takagawa Illusion" and "Jiang" are naturally also uncontrollable. The power it produces is also uncontrolled. Neither quick-sweeping superpowers nor magic quarks is at all what I own as a "right-handed Gaochuan".

I can use this power, and this power has always worked well with me, as if I already knew how to drive it for my own use-such an appearance. But it's just an illusion, it's not under my control, it's just coordinating my ideas autonomously. It's like having another will that drives the use of this power. However, I can't refuse its help because I need it.

However, because I am not familiar with it and cannot fully control it, so. During the first confrontation with the Spade Wizard, he fell out of favor because he didn't know the nature of his power. I do n’t know her, I ca n’t judge her, and without clear and specific thoughts, Mowen ca n’t cater to my plan and give birth to the corresponding power. It's just that mystery keeps me a basic defense. Now, in a passive retreat, I guess the **** wizard's ability, and intend to take the next action based on the result of this guess, and the magic pattern will respond to such considerations, in which way to generate power, but not me Can grasp in advance.

At this moment, I can't even be sure whether the influence of the ideological power of the Spade Wizard remains on himself, so I must participate in the battle again to confirm. Once this influence has not disappeared, then, you must actively take some measures to try to eliminate this influence-the way I can think of is to enter the state of shadow jumping. Because, whether it is flying, fast swept superpower or chain judgment, its functionality is quite clear, and there is no possibility of eliminating this effect. Only when the shadow jumps into the different space formed by the shadow, does it possess a kind of "unsure" mystery.

Until now, I still don't quite understand the mystery of the shadow space. It gives me the feeling that it is extremely complicated, corresponding to the degree represented by the terms "shadow" and "space". It is this complex and undefined "mystery" that has other effects, such as the possibility of targeting the ideological spells held by the Spade Wizard.

The chain judged that the existence of the Spade Wizard was not found. My visual field, surrounded by the smoky face, could not even see things three meters away. The smoky face certainly cannot threaten me. Although they are in their encirclement, no matter how many individuals are killed, they cannot feel the reduction in their number. However, this endless siege has not yet accumulated. And form an essential promotion.

Without using a large-scale attack, I simply waved my arm blade mechanically, maintaining a safe area within two meters of my body, and walking in the direction of my memory leading to the tower. If you launch a super-swift superpower, it ’s just a blink of an eye to get back there, but the battle over there is quite fierce. It should be that Long Aotian and Qiubi and others are fighting with the enemy, and I have temporarily left the theater. Return to battle immediately.

The Wizard of Spades disappeared, and it was not a bad thing for me. This means that I turned back from the bright to the secret again, and this situation is extremely beneficial to any subsequent actions.

I walked forward about ten meters again, a strong brilliance, and a twisted vision as if the entire space were produced, just like occasionally cutting through the dark knife light, swimming from time to time in a farther place. It stands to reason that these attacks are extremely powerful and effective enough to destroy a large black smoky face, but still wrapped in dense dense black smoky face, but instead let me produce, their reproduction speed Suddenly the feeling of rising to a new stage. The speed of this increase is comparable to the speed at which they were destroyed by the wizards, Long Aotian, Qiubi, and others.

Before I entered this ruin, the wizards had been stalemate with the smoky face. Now, even the magical girls led by Long Aotian and Qiubi came in, but the power of confusion. But still can not completely eliminate the smoky face, even, in terms of quantity, it is still a state of stalemate.

This must not be accidental, but the result of some mysterious mechanism. Maybe. The smoky face is more adapted to this ruined environment than I expected. Is this the strength of the 51st district? I couldn't help thinking so.

The sound of the battle was very tragic, and in a few moments, someone died, and when the cry of exclamation and sorrow sounded, the light was even greater. Blooming behind the curtain of heavy black smoke face, whenever the light pierced the natural barrier formed by the black smoke face and came to my front, the dense black smoke face in front of my eyes was like being The sword runs through the general, and the snow melts into gray mist. but me. Then he retreated again at this time, with the help of more smoky faces, blocking his own tracks.

Even if you ca n’t hear the girl ’s voice, you can tell that a certain “magic girl” is definitely dead. After all, Long Aotian is alone. Only Qiubi had the magical girls because he had no fighting power. When the wizards died, their companions would never mourn so emotionally. I can be sure that the dead magical girl is definitely not one of Madoka, Xiaomei, and Xuejie, but not these three leading figures, but the magical girl who can enter this ideological world and survive to the arrival of the heavenly gate is extremely Rare, if one is dead, it means. The magic girls' power was temporarily lost irreparably.

Out of the feeling at first glance, it is difficult for me to feel sorry for the death of those masculine "magic girls". When I first saw the muscular male magic girl, I couldn't help but want to spray rice. This mood is so strong, even suppressed in the heart. It's extremely reluctant not to show it from my face, but at this moment, I can't feel sincerely happy about the death of these magical girls. I listened to the mourning, death, anxiety and anger, the feelings in my heart were extremely mixed, but this emotion did not allow me to change my behavior, because it seemed that there was another extremely calm self that dominated the body ’s actions, quiet Chewing quietly, this complex feeling.

I almost thought that this calm, peaceful, chewing taste of these undulating emotions was the original owner of the magic pattern, the phantom of the young Gaochuan. I sometimes think that his schizophrenic feeling at this moment is that he used a little erosion of the magic pattern to dig out a silhouette belonging to him deep in my heart.

Of course, I know that this kind of thinking is dangerous, because the situation imagined may not be the real situation at the time. However, when the idea is produced, there is such a possibility. Spiritual consciousness has always changed a little bit after the outline of the original idea. As a patient suffering from terminal illness and psychiatric illness in "reality", I am active in such a world of ideology, and the possibility of deepening the condition due to imagination will be magnified.

Every change in thoughts and feelings will catalyze something that would not have been produced, and it will provide nutrients for situations that were otherwise impossible.

The more I think about it, the worse it is. However, I can't stop these thoughts because, in my mind, in my actual body, it is not without reason and has no foundation at all.

If you take part in the battle, if you are involved in a bitter battle, can you stop this unstoppable divergent thinking? Such considerations made my plan to sit on the hill and watch the tigers shake. In the face of those enemies, although it takes a lot of time to win, in terms of the final result, it is not necessary, but compared with the deepening of his mental state at this time, it is worthwhile.

When the new idea is about to form a contour to dispel such thoughts, I struggled to bear it. I do n’t know if I ’m in vain, but beyond that, I ca n’t think of a better way. Staying quietly on the side, still diffused by thinking, is just like chronic suicide. When I think so, the fear and pain caused by unstoppable thinking and conclusions are more intense, like the heart. It seemed to be stirred by a red iron pipe.

While holding my head, I vigorously drilled my temples with my fingers, hoping that the external pressure would allow my concentration to refocus, while waving my arm blade to slash the smoky face that was too close during this time. Aftermath of the successive battles again penetrated to my front, I no longer hesitated, launched a speed swept super to swish across the gap of the smoky face. Choosing the right path in the dense smoky face is not enough to focus my attention because. That's too easy. The further forward, the more smoky faces that disappear after being hit by the aftermath of the battle, the more empty the route. When my eyes lighted up again, a huge beam of light suddenly plunged from above.

In another meal of the beam of light, the figure of the magical girl school sister appeared vaguely. This is a powerful attack that I am very familiar with. In the night of Valpus in Las Vegas City, the magical girl student used this trick to repel many powerful enemies, and I in the prostitute state once retreated for this.

Positive resistance is not impossible, just. There is no need to ask for trouble. Although this beam of light, which is full of offensive power, is amazing and unexpected, it still does not allow me to concentrate my spirit completely. Before my thoughts turned, the shadow jump had already started, saying it was a subconscious response. Instinctive reactions are all correct, but in my mind, I have the idea that "it is working again on its own". It's like, something is saying to me: "Look, it's really controlled by another consciousness."

"Shut up--" I said to myself. When the words just fell, it was when I realized again that I had left the shadow and stood behind a wizard. The wizard's back is so familiar. Although he did not wear the wizard's cloak, the unique tall figure is the only one among all the women here. The wizard's face mask obscured the entire back of her head, with no extra patterns. However, I know that when she turned her face, she could see the pattern of spades.

He actually came behind the Wizard of Spades, before the shadow jump started. I did n’t think of it, but it was like the idea in my heart, but I did n’t notice it, and the magic quark helped me-only this opponent can focus my attention again-in me Deep inside, maybe that's what I think.

Both of us are standing in the sky, ten meters away, near the pointed top of the tower. There are no obstacles around us, the other sides of the battle are below this height, and the smoky face cannot even spread to this place in the shock wave generated by each battle. This situation is like destiny in destiny, to open up the battlefield of only me and the Spade Wizard.

I rely on wings to float in mid-air, and the Wizard of Spades is truly "standing" in this position. She seemed amazed by my appearance, and before she turned around, her body obviously stiffened. However, when the Wizard of Spades met me again, she could no longer feel such amazement from her body, and of course, there was no fear.

"It came out, aren't you going to hide like a rat in the gutter for a lifetime?" She said what I could understand in wizard language, and at this moment, I was no longer surprised by it. And, thanks to it, the thoughts in my mind that are confusing and should not exist, without any positive thoughts, disappeared a little bit.

Attention, reunited.

I raised my hands and crossed my arms, forming a huge cross. It doesn't matter whether the **** wizard is using the word spirit again, but it doesn't matter, even if it is really disturbed by the word spirit, so that it doesn't matter if it falls under the wind, or that is the situation I want to encounter.

Difficult battles, thrilling choices, dangerous dangers, all these situations that can bring my mind together and excitement, can appear a little more.

"Don't let me down." I told her so.

The Wizard of Spades looked at me with scrutiny ~ www.readwn.com ~ It seemed a little unexpected, but in the end just tickled the corner of his mouth dismissively, and hummed: "It's really a big talk." The invisible high-speed passage formed by super energy reached her in an instant. I invaded, swiped, rubbed staggered, and then made a harsh cutting sound with the "X" -shaped arm blade. In the jumping Mars, the shield spell released by the **** wizard with his fingertips lasted only half a second. I was cut into fog.

When the arm blade that broke through the shield continued to cut into the body of the Spade Wizard, her outline disappeared at this instant, just like the phenomenon I had when I first fought her. There is no touch at all, just like cutting in the air. I was not surprised at all. The body had slammed to one side, and under the mystery of super-swift superpower, inertia simply did not exist. The free turning point has no weakened speed at all, even if it is just a physical impact, it is enough to produce a huge force. I am not sure that the real body of the Spade Wizard will appear in the direction I choose, but even if she is not there, it is a natural choice to leave the place immediately.

Without feeling the obstacle, she was not in this direction. I turned my eyes and looked for her. The next moment, she appeared in the direction behind the chain judgment. I can't judge whether it is an illusion disturbed by the spell of consciousness, a premeditated trap, but it still threw it without hesitation. (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.)