Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Because it was difficult to pull me up under the interference of Mandela, stalemate for a while, Fu Jiang yelled "hold on" to me, and then disappeared by the pit, my body suddenly fell half a meter. I was worried, but the rope that held my body was not completely loosened. When Fu Jiang reappeared, she carried a flamethrower made of a portable gas tank.

"I threw it down, you shot it!" Fu Jiang shouted above.

After receiving my response, Fu Jiang threw down the flamethrower. I turned and leaned against the stone wall, aiming the shotgun in my left hand at the gas tank passing by. I watched nervously the invisible trajectory it slipped through, and the blood seemed to stop at this moment.

My index finger seemed to be out of the control of the brain. The timing of pulling the trigger was just the moment the gas tank hit Mandela.

The sound of a bullet hitting a gas tank is almost mixed with the sound of gunshots, just like the hot scenes seen in the movie countless times, the fatal sparks suddenly burst at the feet. Mixed with the violent explosion, the scorching fire cloud swelled in the blink of an eye.

The only difference is that this fire cloud seems to be suppressed by some invisible force, instead of rising, but spread quickly against Mandela's body to the surroundings. None of the metal pieces that were flying around in the envisioned shot hit me, only a few hit the stone wall beside me, leaving a heart-wrenching hole.

Is it lucky or other reasons, I have no time to think. The huge force from my feet threw me up, and Fu Jiang quickly took up the rope and pulled me out of the pit.

I kept coughing and I did n’t know if it was due to excessive secretion of adrenaline, my body became heavy and my throat was dry.

Fujiang pulled my mask and stuffed graystone into my mouth, just like I did to her last night.

Unlike what he saw under the pit, the priest and Tracy did not leave. The situation at the time was unclear, but now the priest was standing by the pit, as if to open his hands like some kind of transparent thing, pushing down hard. Tritty also looked at the bottom of the pit with a gun nervously.

'S ears are filled with the sound of explosion and the sound of burning. An even more tense silence appeared. Just like a tight string, it may break at any time when it is turned hard.

Mandela was injured in a violent explosion. It beat the stone wall hard. We are like standing near the source of the earthquake, almost untenable.

I do n’t know what kind of hands and feet Fu Jiang had moved in the flamethrower. According to ordinary judgment, the damage caused by the gas tank explosion to Mandela should not be so great.

After another ten seconds or so, the priest and Tracy turned around and ran back.

"Get down, get down quickly."

Behind them, the cloud of fire that had been rolling suddenly lost its imprisoned power, just like a volcanic eruption, sprayed up in a more fierce posture.

Before the priest and Choi were affected, I and Fu Jiang threw them together and pressed them down. The scorching air wave scorched the outer layer of the protective clothing in the blink of an eye. Before completely burning, the whirlwind rose around the body and placed us in the calm wind.

"Wind ... Father, can you manipulate the wind?" I shouted.

"No, it's air." The priest replied calmly.

Is really a powerful and handsome ability. It is enviable. I can't help but look forward to my future when I think of the opportunity I can get.

The violent impact did not last long, and the scorching waves quickly spread along the road leading to the outside. When the turbulence weakened to a point where we could endure it, we ran to the pothole and looked down.

The surface of the huge body of dark green showed a dark black color, no longer the jelly feeling before, but like a hard cuticle.

Despite this, Mandela has not died. It folds up its tentacles and uses creep to peel off the cuticle on the surface of the body, and the soft part shrinks into the cave at the stone wall of the pit like a slug. This operation was completed with just a few breaths, which is a bit incredibly fast compared to its volume.

Until it is confirmed that this C-class monster will not return. We looked at each other face to face.

Father and Tracy are of course gray-faced, almost no skin is clean. The appearance of Fujiang and I was equally embarrassed, although there was no harm, but the protective clothing with plastic film added to almost all parts could not withstand the licking of the hot. After coking it became extremely dismal.

"The power is so great, what have you done?"

"As before, add the limestone powder. With the ability of the priest to control the air, it becomes like this."

"How much was added?"

"All the portion that the priest received before was used up."

I am grateful to the priest and insist on returning my share of graystone. The priest couldn't help but took a serious expression.

"Have you misunderstood something?"

"It should not be." I said decisively: "Even if the priest did not save me for a certain purpose, but I did accept your life-saving grace. If I can't repay one or two, I'm sorry. You won't embarrass me What ’s more, this graystone should also be counted on me. "

Father stared at me for a while as if to tell if I was telling lies. I am right. After that, Fu Jiang split half of his graystone to me.

The lethality shown by Greystone in these battles makes me puzzled. Does the gray stone itself cause damage to these monsters, or does the gray stone produce a certain reaction after being mixed with other substances, and the products of the reaction cause damage to the monster?

"If you throw the gray stone directly into the monster's mouth, there is no effect." The priest explained: "Only the gray stone and other substances can work. I think it is a medium, an introduction to supernatural forces."

Although his statement carries some scientific terms, it is still generally theological. Like a weapon embedded in gray stone, it becomes a holy weapon like bathing holy light, so it can fight against monsters like vampires.

After all, it is a priest after all.

Rested for a while, and after the residual heat on the stone wall was reduced to a level that the skin could tolerate, we went to the bottom of the pit according to the original plan.

I and Fujiang are fully prepared. One rope cannot hang directly to the bottom of the pit, so when halfway down, another rope will be nailed to the stone wall.

The burnt stone wall becomes hard and brittle, and it is not easy to find a suitable fixing point. The stones on the foot will also break from time to time, the body loses its support point, and hangs empty on the rope. The blackened stone wall and the lonely rock rolling sound will form a huge sense of pressure to the nerves.

The memory that fell here was revived in the brain. Although I do n’t think I will fear afterwards, the body does tremble with an invisible amplitude, and I do n’t accept the suppression of thought.

I couldn't help thinking of falling off the tree and breaking my arm when I was a kid, but when I was plastering, I still followed my partner's footsteps and turned over the wall. After I was injured, I didn't feel afraid of climbing the tree.

As a child, it seems that there is no resistance due to common sense. Resistance instinct is awakened as the body grows up, just like it has been sleeping in cells. Since I was a child without fear of heights, on one day of the second day of my ascent, I stood on the side of a stair railing and looked down. Only the height of the five floors suddenly made me feel unexpectedly dizzy.

Only now do I fully feel that fear is not non-existent, but hidden behind my courage and blood. Fear is not only an emotion, but also an instinct. When the emotions cool down, the fangs will appear like a snake.

I think that these questions that most people would not think about calmly. After a moment, Fu Jiang, who was below me, reached the bottom first. Indignant at the uncontrollable shaking of my body, out of a childish and competing thought, I released my hands and jumped at a distance of two meters, as if to prove something. But being caught by Fu Jiang's open hands, his feet felt like he was stepping on a cotton ball.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Jiang said a little blame.

I am a little embarrassed, just made an excuse.

"I am doing a trust test."

"what is that?"

"Isn't the firefighter landing from behind, let the companions catch ... such kind of exercise?"

"Oh, then I'll catch you." Fu Jiang smiled proudly.

Yes, you caught me.