Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The magical combination of the magic girls formed a huge spiral beam of light, which suddenly rose into the sky and instantly collided with the diaphragm that protected the giant red eyes. The terrible aurora phenomenon burst from the place where the two collided, wandering in the ruins where the mist was stained with blood red, constantly changing the cold and colorful colors. Although the mystery of the prosthetic body makes me not afraid of direct contact with these aurora phenomena, but now, with a critical weapon in hand, I don't need to do this. I pulled the trigger of the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device and waved vigorously towards the top of my head.

The aurora was cut from the sky by a slit. When my body hit it, the aurora shattered like a piece of glass, revealing a gap that allowed me to go in and out. Even so, when these aurora fragments rolled over, the warning box for the damage of the prosthesis still popped up on the retina screen. The damage was very slight, but the joints were a little stiff in an instant.

After successfully breaking through the aurora phenomenon, my ascent speed did not decrease, and the knife-like critical weapon held high next to the spiral beam collided with the translucent diaphragm. The adhesion of the spiral beam and the translucent diaphragm continues to create a large number of aurora phenomena. These aurora lights, like flowing water, quickly make up for the part I was chopped up. Almost as much as I stabbed the diaphragm, I drowned my body. A large number of warning boxes popped up on the retina screen. As I thought, this contact did not last long. In a blink of an eye, the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device penetrated the translucent diaphragm in front, and I was able to Continue to lift off under the effect of inertia.

The mouth opened by the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device. It has also become the breakthrough point of the spiral beam, the diaphragm that has been stalemate with the spiral beam before. As if the last straw had been added, it crumbled quietly after I passed the gap. It's like the paper is burning, and the collapse is spreading from the bottom up at a very fast speed. It was originally only when it collided with an external attack that the diaphragm appeared at the contact point, and finally the overall outline emerged in this collapsed state. -It was like a huge sphere.

Where the diaphragm collapsed, it turned into a little crystal. Phenomenon like star dust spreads out, in the brilliance formed by the energy radiation, constitutes a magnificent and magnificent scenery.

The spiral beam of light once again surpassed me and went straight into the crimson eyes. The cheers of the magical girls came below: "Successful!" At about the same time, the beam of light penetrated the eyes of the giant red eyes, but it was at this time. The whole world seems to be frozen. Sensing is still working, thinking is also running, but my body can no longer move, and the misty space stained with blood red suddenly becomes false. I do n’t know what the situation is, but it ’s obviously not a good thing. I am in a situation where other people must be. I was forced to maintain a protruding posture, suspended in mid-air, and watched the crimson eyes pierced by the beam of light leave a residual image, overlapping with the intact eye next to it.

——It was attacked. Is it an illusion? There is only one real eye?

Witness such a scene. Only such thoughts can be born in my mind. When two crimson eyes overlapped into one, that eye suddenly became "three-dimensional". Originally, these giant red eyes seemed to use space as the eye socket, and only exposed the relatively flat part, but now it has drilled out of the space to form a more real eyeball-shaped object.

It is only at this time that I can perceive that this eye is not looking down, but is always looking at the tower. It grew like a living body, and moved flexibly to the left and right. Although I could not see the eyelid, it gave me the ability to "wink". Then, this eyeball suddenly flipped, facing me directly.

This eyeball is so huge, even in the direction of me, it is not necessarily just staring at me, but the feeling that "it is staring at me" is so strong. The brain hardware seemed to stop working in this gaze, and my mind was blank, as if shocked. Then, a kind of extremely strong, as if from the beginning of life, the fear that was imprinted in the genes grabbed my heart, and the defense ability of the brain hardware against negative emotions, just like paper, is in a very short In the almost invisible time, I was scorched by this fear that seemed to ignite the body and soul together.

I can't make a sound, and all my perceptions and thoughts have become blank, except that the red eyes gaze at my sight as if it would penetrate through each of my own cells and imprint them deeply. The world is frozen, but the retina screen is still working. After the countless error warning windows fill the field of view, they continue to stack, and even the rapid accumulation of numbers has caused more serious errors, and the outline of the window has begun to collapse. , Twisted, turned into a lot of garbled shapes. These collapsed and distorted things seem to constitute a more profound and indescribable shape.

That crimson red eyeball is like hiding the inexplicably deep, extremely deep, deep, frightening, chaotic shape. I can't describe this feeling. If I want to describe it, I can only say that it's like "in a misty and gloomy nebula, there is the only huge red star." However, this description is obviously not even one percent of what I really feel.

It is watching me.

With this gaze, it is telling me something. Its voice quickly changed from dim to tangible and qualitative, as if echoed in the mind, as if the whole world, only this voice remained. However, I ca n’t tell what it ’s saying. It ’s like a devil ’s whisper, a wizard ’s moan, and in just a few syllables, it is full of more information than a life activity has.

It was terrible. I only knew that I was too scared. The fear I had never endured, even the pain seemed insignificant, so I could not feel the pain. My mind burned like a blazing fire. My consciousness seems to be pulled away from the body. Along a certain channel, through space, time and dimension. And the light shaped like the exit of the end point is rapidly magnifying.

Time is not enough to describe this process of crossing. When the light shrouds my consciousness, it seems to be really there, penetrating the closed eyes. I couldn't help making eye-opening movements, inhaling hungrily as if hypoxia, a large amount of liquid squeezed into the nasal cavity as if filled with charcoal dust. What a unique feeling, dull. Searing, pain, as if the whole person is melting, but in the extreme cold of the outside world, maintaining a fragile body. I felt my body again, but I couldn't move, that kind of thing was bound. The feeling of being stuck in the body is so strong. Although I opened my eyes, there was still a blank in my mind. Only when the feeling was real, I couldn't think, but the outside information kept squeezing into my mind along the sensory channels.

Obviously. I can't see anything clearly, only the light yellow water ripples dimly.

The outer layer is a smooth, transparent material. I seem to stay in a translucent. Liquid-filled coffin, and through the smooth surface of the coffin. I saw a blurry human figure. But the most impressive is the part of the eye that is much deeper than the shadow of the outline-like a hollow eye socket, and like a darker eyeball hidden, more like, what is about to come, from that darkness Drilled out of deep eyes.

Suddenly, a handprint snapped on the translucent shell of the "coffin", and then, from what was there, the outline of a suspected face appeared in the unclear field of vision. It stared at me at the end of the "coffin". Although it was not clear, it could feel that it had extremely intense and complex emotions, and could not tell whether it was panic or joy.

I suddenly understood what I understood, but at this time, I couldn't form a concrete thinking shape. It was like I experienced a terrible nightmare in person, and then fell down again in the collapse of this nightmare.

It is different from the feeling of going along a specific channel when ascending. This time, I seem to fall in an endless abyss and burn in friction. It seems that even the sense of self-existence must be turned into ashes in this incomparable fear and intense friction burning .

The feeling of falling is accelerating, full of impact. The ego, which is about to burn to ashes, is like sand falling from the sky, and it splashes on the body-I can only describe it, and then the familiar vision of the retina screen appears again.

I know that when I came back, I was awake from the nightmare, or fell into a deeper nightmare. This is a complex, indescribable, contradictory, disgusting and vomiting thing.

Fear and burning, the enormous pressure formed finally reached a critical point, and I squeezed my thinking that I could not form because I could n’t think into a hard and strong outline-what am I thinking? What do I understand? There is only one answer.

"Jiang!" I screamed. I never thought that my voice will become so sad for a moment, especially when I have a prosthetic body and brain hardware. I have known for a long time that my spirit is not normal, but at this moment, I am more certain that I am crazy.

The indescribable thing is not that it really has no shape, but just cannot understand. The inability to understand the fear, and the mere observance of this incomprehensible existence, is enough to collapse life. It is simply to condense the fear that one can feel in one's life. I wish I could treat everything I saw and sensed as a false illusion, but if it is just an illusion, it cannot be so deep in instinct.

It is just like what is described in a unique branch of occultism, "Cthulhu Myth", that is beyond description of all evil beings.

That's God, something that can't be looked directly at, something that can't be touched and felt, it's the real meaning of terror and shudder.

This kind of thing, in the form of a naked eye, partially projected here, it makes my world collapse.

I know that I am crazy, and crazy people ca n’t describe my thinking so clearly, but as a "Gaochuan", I am not a normal person-even if I am self-broken, my consciousness is sinking, my personality is split, The fragments can still continue to work-if you want to describe it, it is so.

I don't know what happened to other people. This huge naked eye is absolutely impossible to say that no one pays attention. It has an overwhelming sense of presence. This sense of existence makes everyone have to look at it. And looking at its end, I think the present is the best proof.

However, such a terrible thing may also just come towards me-I have no evidence, just tell me this intuitively. As a result, other people still have the hope of surviving, and even, they simply cannot realize what happened.

because. In this process, the world is frozen.

When the world flowed again, the spiral beam of light brushed the naked eye, suddenly turned, and hit the tower. The beam of light was divided into countless pieces, layer by layer of debris from the tower shell. Each beam is reflected between the debris, interspersed between the gaps of the debris, and in a blink of an eye is like a contracted light-like giant net, tightening the inside of the tower, the next moment, a violent explosion forms more intense radiation Light. Swallow the entire tower.

For me, the occurrence and process of all this is so complicated, but for others. It seems to be just the moment that can't react. Below, it was just too late to make a cry. Radiant light. They engulfed me and the red eyes with naked eyes.

During the shock, my original upward trend was skewed, and I should have missed the trajectory of the red naked eyes and was corrected. Before I resumed the work of the prosthesis from the extreme fear, the knife-like critical weapon in my hand was already plunged into the crimson naked eyes.

For me, this is definitely an accident, an accident, but what happened after this proves that for Jiang, it is just a premeditated thing. After the incredibly smooth high-frequency pan-domain cutting device was inserted, the huge resistance prevented me from continuing, and the abnormal thing that brought me great fear was deflated like a pierced pneumatic tire. However, this is not a sign of its elimination, it is just changing that huge form in order to facilitate the next step.

I hold on to the critical weapon. I ca n’t let go because the prosthesis is out of control. When the critical weapon penetrates into the naked eye, it seems to be locked by it. Even if it appears to be shrivelled, there is no slack. may. The great power holds us together in the radiant impact and light.

The shrivelled, naked, naked eyes eventually turned into a pool of **** liquid covered with half-air, and the gray mist around them was continuously sucked into it during this process, which seemed to increase the thickness and volume of the liquid. At the next moment, the thick, almost asphalt-like, silted together, revealing a layered texture of **** liquid, penetrated my left eye smartly and fiercely-the eyeball there was already in Val Pus, Las Vegas City In the night, it became part of the alienated Youjiang, and now, these **** liquids are poured into my body and soul from this empty part. The huge volume cannot prevent all of it from entering, my left eye hole It is like an infinitely spacious container that completely contains these liquids several times larger than my volume and weight.

The impact of the tower when it was attacked was completely unable to hinder this process. We are like being isolated in another space.

The impact of the blood-colored liquid pouring into my left eye forced me to lean back on my body and head, and it felt like I was under the impact of a high-pressure water gun, and the pressure didn't start until the last trace of liquid entered it. stop. I pulled back hard, and then I realized that the prosthesis and brain hardware have returned to normal working conditions, and there are countless warning windows in the retina screen, and I do n’t know when they have been completely deleted. The collapsed fear is long gone. As if everything was back to normal, everything I experienced before was nothing but a fantasy that could not prove whether it really existed.

The idea of ​​self-collapse and madness no longer exists at this time. Are you really crazy? I couldn't help thinking that, but there was a voice telling me immediately that it was not an illusion ~ www.readwn.com ~ but what actually happened, and the current self, although it feels normal, is actually very bad In this bad situation, even the brain hardware cannot be detected, nor can it be felt by itself. No abnormality is detected, no abnormality is felt, it does not mean that there is no abnormality.

Something must have changed, accompanied by the strong fear, imprinted in a very deep place. Even if you care or ignore it, you can't change this fact.

My left eye frame had severe pain and itching during my self-examination. This negative feeling was originally supposed to be shielded by the brain hardware. However, at this time, the brain hardware seemed to be the only one Ignore them, because this feeling seems to have deviated from the physiological posture, more like it was born from the personality consciousness and spiritual soul.

"Long, it grows—" I pressed my left eye with my palm and accidentally said to myself. The touch from the palm is telling me what happened in this hole-the left eyeball has grown again.

Like the eyeball implanted in the alienated right river, the eyeball belonging to "Jiang" once again became my left eye. It is turning with its own will, moving up and down, like convulsions, running in and out. (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.)