The iceberg is filled with flesh and blood, and under the gloomy sky, it adds more strange flavor. When the flesh and blood mud was struggling to erode in the iceberg, this sea of ​​water suddenly calmed down. The New Titanic is also silent. In the silence, it seems that it is slowly approaching the iceberg with the current, quietly in the corner of Gaochuan. When the distance between the big ship and the iceberg is only one kilometer, it is tied to the ship with a cobweb. The intention is to use the mystery of the cobweb itself to stop the course of the big ship. However, as expected, the greater precursor force tears the cobweb. In Gaochuan's retina screen, it is impossible to observe where this precursor force came from, but the data constantly shows that the spider silk is rupturing layer by layer, which can only reduce the forward speed of the big ship, and cannot stop it completely.

Such an attempt is only a consolation. Gao Chuan is very clear that since the situation has been slipping in the worst direction he expected, no matter whether he makes such a recovery, he ca n’t change the fate of the big ship hitting the iceberg-more precisely, although he ca n’t stop the big ship, The people on the ship seemed unable to stop it, but if there was a little hope, there were still some. The possibility lies in the flesh and blood slurry made up of the self-sacrifice of the Nazi soldiers.

Although from the perspective of this possibility, the Nazis, who were originally destined to become enemies, have become their own hopes. It seems a bit ironic, but even if it is ironic, this possibility must not be missed. Gao Chuan calmly and quietly waited, watching, thinking, and exploring. In a mysterious event, no one can often predict whether the change in things will bring blessings or misfortunes to oneself, a destined danger, or other possibilities. Before that possibility becomes a fact, even if you see the possibility, it is difficult to make this possibility into reality through conscious action, but only in theory, to increase the value of the possibility.

Whether the possibility is one-thousandth or ninety-nine percent, if it cannot be turned into reality, it is purely an illusion of data. However, even if it is an illusion, before it is actually determined to be an illusion, at least people can see hope and people want to struggle. This is the charm of the process before reaching the result.

Perhaps for patients with Doomsday Syndrome, the outcome is 100% doomed. However, being a person cannot directly confirm this 100% future result. The meaning of the word "possibility" is fortunate for humans. . As long as the despair he is facing rises to the level of philosophy, then madness will come from the process of reaching the result.

I do n’t want to admit defeat, I do n’t want to admit that the tragedy is 100%. I want to stand on the present and change the future. No matter Gao Chuan, many people he knows, with such a mood, face this crazy and desperate world. When struggling is the only thing you can do before reaching that tragic result, then struggling. If you think that "possibility" exists, then think about it and practice it, no matter how stupid and useless it is in the eyes of others, like a lunatic.

"Come on, come on ..." Gao Chuan gritted his teeth, and in front of him, the distance that the flesh and blood slurry penetrated into the iceberg was no longer visible to the naked eye. The exact value of, but, that strong and restless feeling has grown from every part of the prosthesis, every cell of the original flesh and blood, with a needle-like maliciousness, piercing Gaochuan's internal organs and nerves along the nerve Into the brain. Fearing him, feeling hopeless, feeling that the heavy destiny hung overhead like the sword of Damocles, then he seemed to see death. He knew that this was an illusion, but even the brain hardware could not contain this illusion.

I'm going to die ... No, Gao Chuan diligently thought, twisted the powerful instinct intuition, and said to himself: The possibility of dying here is only 99%, no, it is 9/1000 Nine hundred and ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousandths, one hundred and ten billions ... But the possibility still exists.

Standing here, sitting on this spider, is not to seek the possibilities one by one, and then connect these possibilities to change and save something?

This strong intuition has helped me many times and rescued myself many times. It is so keen and accurate, but if intuition was born to verify the result of that inevitable tragedy, then-

"Let's disappear here." Gao Chuan's emotions were like the tide, submerging the brain hardware, submerging the brain, submerging the body and flesh, and the bridge of consciousness somehow appeared around him, passing through this narrow cockpit , Penetrating the hard steel skin of the spider, across the rough seas, and into the tortuous channel cut by the flesh and blood slurry in the iceberg. Unable to observe, but can feel the position of the center washed away.

At the next moment, Gao Chuan "watched" the woman's body curled up in the ice with her knees, as if sleeping. His body is covered with long black hair that is as deep as to absorb all the light. It is like a waterfall on the white skin. If it is beautiful, it is indeed in front of it, but when it feels this beauty, it is more The huge fear of stopping the beating of the heart washed away the beauty. Even if the female body's posture makes it difficult for people to see its full picture, it is enough to let the reason be engulfed by that fearful sensibility.

They are women.

There are ten in total.

Their faces are imprinted with floral figures: from one to ten.

Their silhouettes gave Gao Chuan a strong sense of immediate sight, as if he had died once, and the self standing here, no matter what, when facing them, it was just repeating the past of death.

Even without seeing what they look like, Gao Chuan can learn from the deepest horror what these ten female bodies are in front of them-they have no name, but they have a common name: the ultimate weapon.

One of the ultimate secret weapons known to mysterious experts by Doomsday Truth, the humanoid monster, the apocalypse, judge and executor of Doomsday Truth, is a terrible creation inherited from the ruins of the ruling council. This is the ultimate weapon, and is also called the final decisive weapon by mysterious experts.

The predictions made before this voyage were correct. The Church of Doom Truth dispatched the final weapon, as if to eliminate certain possibilities in advance. They are no longer the illusion of theoretical values, nor are they the rumors of monsters, but they are really here.

Gao Chuan felt that all parts of the body were trembling. This fear was definitely not brought by the final weapons he had faced in the past. A cognitively rude and pierced his consciousness directly. The thirteen seemingly similar final weapons in front of him are absolutely different from the final weapons they have seen in the past.

It once killed itself. No, to be precise, I killed "Gaochuan"-and, not ordinary Gaochuan, Gaochuan seemed to see an illusion and saw the death scene that was not experienced by himself:

...

"There are ten real rivers ..." The young Gaochuan sighed, waving his knife-shaped critical weapon.

At the same time, ten "Zhenjiang" raised their arms at the same speed. It's unbelievable, they are in sync with him in a quick sweep.

At the next moment, their arms were turned into ten columns of guns. Before the knife-shaped critical weapon reached the finish line, before the teenager Gao Chuan had time to avoid it, he crossed his body.

Arms, thighs, abdomen, heart, neck, eyes ...

It's like the puppet's thread is broken and his body is gone.

Not only the young Gaochuan, but the prostitute Gaochuan who seems to be in a nightmare also felt this extremely strong sense of ending.

I can't feel the pain any more, and my thinking seems to be cut off at this moment. The last picture seen by the last eye is a beam of light that seems to penetrate the sky and fly to the dark.

...

The prostitute Gao Chuan muttered to himself: "On November 17, 1998, Gao Wen, the Mageweaver, died."

Is it the end of another doomsday illusion that I was born?

Seeing this illusion here is to prove that fate is just a tragedy followed by a tragedy?

The prostitute Gao Chuan suddenly laughed.

Grinning savagely.

"Ten real rivers?" He muttered, as if confirming, firming, and making himself crazy thinking, "If you want to kill me, come!"

come! come! come! come!

"In the past, I died yesterday, and today I was born today." Gao Chuan felt that his body, whether it was a prosthetic part or a flesh-and-blood part, started to burn. In the retina screen, the limit efficiency of the brain hardware that is constantly approaching but seems to never be reached, as if it is melted, becomes extremely vague, and the value can no longer be seen. Scarlet warning pop-ups filled the field of view one by one, and the deletion could not keep up. As if a cracking sound occurred somewhere in the soul, the data pipeline connecting the prosthesis and the spider quickly multiplied and became as dense as nerves, filling the narrow cockpit. The blue arc-shaped streamer caused by the high-energy phenomenon fills every corner of the spider along these data line nerves.

I do n’t know what mechanism was punished. Gao Chuan ignored it. He only knows that no matter what hidden means, it can be recognized or unrecognized, and he has to squeeze it all. Make it out-right here, now and now.

A total of thirty-six needle tubes were formed from the inner wall of the cockpit, popped out, stuck on the prosthesis, and the injection was blue-purple liquid.

Then seventy-two needle tubes were generated again, popped out, stuck in the flesh part, and the injection was dark purple liquid.

A more scorching sensation penetrated the body and entered the soul. Gao Chuan only felt that his body and soul seemed to melt. He instinctively knew what the medicine he was injecting—the “paradise” of the Doomsday Truth, no, not the original product of the Doomsday Truth, but it should have been transformed by Omi.

"Very good, very good ..." Gao Chuan raised his eyes, and the illusion-like scene connected by the bridge of consciousness seemed to fall into reality, overlapping with the towering iceberg seen with his naked eyes. He could not tell whether he was dreaming or awake, what is reality and what is illusion.

"That's it, that's it." Gao Chuan's left eye turned deep red, and his right eye turned emerald green. "Don't keep it, just go. Just rush me up!"

In the retina screen, the value of the operating efficiency of the brain hardware that has become blurred, at this moment, it becomes clear again: 120%, 150%, 200% ...

Gao Chuan exhaled, and the hot white gas was discharged from the corner of his mouth. He took another breath, and the white gas slammed back into his mouth like a snake.

At this time, the flesh and blood mud finally came to the ten final weapons with clear numbers and the appearance of exactly the same as "Jianjiang". They touched one of them, and the final weapon remained motionless, so they contacted more, and the final weapon remained motionless, so they had to blow their energies and put their whole body on it. However, it was at this time that the final weapon appeared to be slow, but in fact it opened its eyes before the flesh and blood slurry rushed.

The deep black eyes, like black holes, engulfed the physical "light" and the sight of others-if at this time, there is someone other than Gao Chuan who can watch this eye, It is impossible to get rid of it.

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There was no attack, no signs of struggling, and no sign of death. The flesh and blood mud just quietly, suddenly, stopped all movements, turned into fly ash, and turned from fly ash to no trace, as if never None have appeared. Only Gao Chuan can feel so strongly, because the interaction between the smallest particles has been stopped by maintaining the internal movement of the flesh and blood slurry itself, so it died and decomposed into the smallest unknown. The particles are completely out of the observable range.

"Forcibly stop the exercise?" Even though Gao Chuan is burning, he can still feel the strong fear and absurdity: "It's such an outrageous ability?"

It's like telling yourself that the ten final weapons like "Jiangjiang" are your most direct natural enemies.

"Oh, I'm so scared." Gao Chuan said lowly, suddenly pushing his consciousness.

Wen spider swept straight towards the huge iceberg. (To be continued.)