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    The victors were born and died at the same time, but their victory was unquestionable.

    It is impossible to calculate how long it took me to walk out of the underground hall. In this huge space, except for the outline formed by the walls, there is not much change, but other than that, everything that allows people to confirm where they are is  All environmental factors have been transformed beyond common sense.  I could compare the scene in front of me with old memories, but I couldn't describe it in any language I knew.  The logic and rationality established in the past cannot accurately position the relationship between oneself and this space.  That completely incomprehensible phenomenon seemed to have gradually calmed down with the end of the battle, but it was completely unknown whether calm had actually returned to a more fundamental level.  However, there is an indescribable feeling that makes people feel that there is some lingering aftertaste spreading in the dark.

    Relying entirely on observation and reasoning, it is impossible to leave this underground hall.  As a place of ritual, it originally had many passages, because the people who first entered here, including members of the Torch Light, outsiders like me, and the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult, were all allowed to enter and exit by "human beings"  The roads are also entered and exited in a way inherent to "human beings".  But now, the road and the door, these two symbolic objects and scenery, have completely disappeared before my eyes.

    This is a very strange feeling. There is obviously space, and it is possible to name such an angular and concrete thing as "underground hall", but there is no "road" and "door". Rather, it is completely impossible to organize it in my mind.  A somewhat similar impression to both.  Normally, on a flat ground, as long as you can walk across it, you can say that the place you walk on is a "road", but even with such a broad definition, it cannot be organized in the underground hall at this moment.

    If you have not experienced it personally, it must be difficult to understand. Even if you use a long paragraph to describe it, you will still feel contradictory and unimaginable.  But what I can observe and feel now is such a situation.

    All factors involving the concept of "time" have become meaningless, all factors involving the concept of "space" are like missing a corner and become incomplete, and all the laws of things related to "logic" appear hazy.  It seems to be something but not something.  I seem to be walking and floating. Many times I just feel like I am sleepwalking. In this case, I still know what I want to do and which direction I want to go. As long as I have relevant thoughts, I will feel like I am coming from the underworld.  The guidance from the underworld guides me through "feeling".

    Then, I returned to the surface of the earth relative to the underground hall.  The scenery in all directions is still in a strange structure that looks closed but is extremely vast. This huge and closed environment is one of the most striking features of the Ruling Bureau ruins.  I didn't look back and kept walking forward and up. After a while, I turned around and looked at the way I came. However, I could no longer see the exit of the underground hall or the Torchlight Station.  The maze of dense structures outside.  There is nothing there, no formed buildings, no complex machinery, no spacious platforms, and no twisted creations. It can only be described as "empty", like a large area of ????the center of a picture has been erased by an eraser.  piece.  What the remaining "blank" is is also beyond my comprehension.  I don¡¯t know what will happen if I go back at this time and enter that ¡°blank¡± place again, but I don¡¯t want to go back at all.

    The storm caused by the torch light has not stopped yet, which makes me feel tired.  This was the first time I felt this level of indescribable fatigue.  Many things that happened here were completely beyond expectations. My past experience seemed to have only lifted the corner of the curtain.  The despair and fear caused by "viruses" in the past are completely different from the despair we feel now.  When you try your best, can you really save others?  In the past, it was easy for me to give a positive answer because that was the answer I expected.  But now I can only say "I have tried my best", but I can't say the following words, such as "I hope there will be a good result".

    My plan has gone awry because of what Torchlight did, but I really can¡¯t expect that I can correct this berth, and I also believe that others besides myself are also experiencing the consequences of this ceremony.  You may feel troubled by the deviation.

    "Fujiang disappeared, and I couldn't feel the existence of "Jiang". Although they were not always around me, I always felt that they were around me, or in other words, "inside" me.  Comparing the feeling of "alone by myself" in the past to the feeling of "alone by myself" now.  I felt empty, as if it was filled with something inside me, not flesh and blood or anything else.?But there are no such things.

    There is only one "Gaochuan" standing here, and there is only one "Gaochuan".

    For the first time, I felt a strange emotion, but it was not painful or sad.  I know it when I feel it, and this is loneliness.

    "I'm really alone." I said to myself. At this time, I really wanted to hear the voice that I could always hear in the past, even if the voice was more like an auditory hallucination: "I'm here  "Next to you" I don't know when this sentence will be whispered in my ears again.

    Precisely because "Jiang" seemed to have disappeared, I could better understand the seriousness of the matter.  "Virus", "Jiang", and "deviation" interact with each other. From the perspective that I can understand, they form a relatively stable "triangle".  On the other hand, as long as a few other factors are added, this stalemate structure will collapse.  In that case, I'm afraid something more terrible will happen. I just think so, without any direct evidence.

    Now this deep and calm state within the observation range only makes me feel that it is a sign before a big collapse.  The extreme sense of crisis is always in my heart, but what can I do?  I can't do anything. That is a more essential and deeper field that "Jiang" can touch.

    We can¡¯t delay it any longer.  I said to myself, let¡¯s complete the Super Gaochuan Project.  Even in this case, the super Gaochuan that will be born is not the super Gaochuan that he planned at all, but the super Gaochuan that Dorothy and the others have been pursuing.  After becoming such a super Gaochuan, the plans that will be implemented will be more inclined to Dorothy and the others.  And my plan, even though so much preparation work has been done, now it seems that it can only be scrapped.

    I don't mind the complete disappearance of my personality, nor what super Gaochuan will do in the future. I have never had a rigid pursuit of my own independent existence. No, rather, when "Gaochuan" is such a  The method of personality substitution survives. When the battle can be continued in this way, any "selfishness" that pursues the independence of a certain personality has no ground for birth.  All "Gaochuan" will know how luxurious such pursuit is.

    Because of this, I don¡¯t mind how Dorothy and Xise look at me. Even if I am just a puppet of "Jiang", I have never doubted that I am "Gao Chuan", and I have always believed that at the same time as me  There is another Gao Chuan who will never have any subjective hostility.  I know "Gaochuan", "Gaochuan" knows me, I am "Gaochuan", but "Gaochuan" is not just me.  How can people who are not "Gaochuan" understand the wonder and helplessness involved?

    "There's nothing we can do, there's really nothing we can do." I said to myself while walking in the direction of the prosthetic body Gao Chuan.  I knew he was there, just like I knew I was here.  The "I" over there may have felt the storm caused by the deviation of the ritual, and may have been in distress due to such deviation. However, I probably don't know to what extent such an impact may be amplified.  Bar.  If it's something else, I can say nothing and the other me can feel it. However, in today's situation, if I don't say it, the other me will understand it very well. Even if I say it, the other me will probably not be able to understand it.  There are too many things that cannot be expressed in words, so you must become Super Gaochuan immediately.

    The reconstructed "Gaochuan" is the complete "Gaochuan" in the true sense.

    A speeding invisible passage spread in front of me. In this invisible passage, I walked through twists and turns, debris on the ground, fireworks that exploded from nowhere, and layers of debris.  Regional gateway.  Some of the platforms of the structure are as wide as plains, and some have only room for one person to stand on. The elevator cannot always rise to the top at once, and it will always stop midway due to reasons such as "shaft fracture".  .  It seems like a straight road, but when you actually go there, you find that you have to go around a longer detour to get to where you want to go.  You can't see the ravines at the bottom at all. Some seem to be structurally like this, some seem to be structurally broken, some seem to be in disrepair, and some seem to have been destroyed by terrible forces.

    From the center of the underground hall where the deviation ceremony of the Torchlight is performed, to a huge range radiating to the periphery, most of the creations that were once full of aggression disappeared without a trace.  Deadly, pale and deep, things full of the style of the ruling bureau were like dried mummies, placed in a huge coffin that was gorgeously decorated on the outside but very decayed on the inside.  The stronger the sense of age, the more fragile these things appear, completely different from the crazy and active scene they saw when they first entered the Ruling Bureau site.

    ?? If the ruins of the ruling bureau in the past were described as a psychopathic young man, now it is even more?I feel like an old man who is dying, can only lie in bed, and is sick all over his body. Both mentally and physically, he is changing towards the final collapse, giving people an extremely strong feeling that there is no cure at all, and he is just lingering.  Feel.

    Gradually, more corpses appeared in my field of vision. The fierce battle almost destroyed the ruling bureau's inherent style that although weird but still had a strict logic in structure, I couldn't see anything complete at all.  Almost every inch of the structure, whether it is described as "ground" or "wall", is mostly distorted, and the phenomena acting on them can be seen as ordinary concepts such as "high temperature" and "low temperature"  Some places are completely unrecognizable. What kind of situation happened to make them look like that.

    ¡°There are very few real human beings in these corpses. Rather, human flesh and blood simply cannot survive such a tragic war.  I found Nazi soldiers and humanoid security guards in some of the wreckage. However, most of the wreckage that was partially well preserved and whose shape could be seen was neither of these two.  In comparison, the non-human-shaped things are more obvious, and they seem to be more numerous at a glance.  Occasionally, I can still see physical beings. These native beings of the ruling bureau who have made deals with the Doomsday Truth Cult and have been hiding seem to have begun to participate in this war on a large scale.

    When there are more and more corpses in the field of vision, you will also want to find one or two who have not completely died. However, even if you use chain judgment, you will only get a more cruel answer.  The further we move forward, the stronger the smell of death becomes. In some battlefields, the continuously operating structure itself has collapsed, resulting in the inability to operate any function.  In the past, there were often strange phenomena caused by the continuous entanglement of forces, but on this battlefield, there was no phenomenon. Rather, except for the outlines of dead objects, all observable movements had stopped.

    It is obviously a product made of a hard structure, and absolutely none of it is complete, let alone something more fragile than the structure. If you just say that the visible wreckage is all over the place, then it is conceivable that  , furthermore, there were even more dead things without leaving any wreckage.

    I know that I am getting closer to my other self.  Although I couldn't actually hear any sound, it seemed that the sounds of battle were already forming in my mind.  It was like an auditory hallucination caused by the dead silence of the surroundings. Sometimes it was also like a narration, a strange but energetic cry.  When I felt more tangible movement, I still couldn't see the actual movement. Only the chain judgments that spread further, touched the edge of the vibration, and sent vague feedback.
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