Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Incomparable killing and concentration, incomparable emotions boiling, watering the dead gray malicious.

Similar way of attack, simultaneous sword swing and dodge, the weapon has no chance of collision.

This is a confrontation between killing instinct and chain judgment.

Staggered blade light, staggered body, wind sounded in the back, unable to keep up with his speed, and could not escape.

My body is like a ragdoll that has been mistreated, and in the blink of an eye, five blood-spurting wounds appeared again.

The depth of the wound is very consistent. Shirai is intentional. He is not afraid of any accidents. Even if he will die next time, he must enjoy the pleasure of Ling Chi.

This way will definitely die!

will die! will die! will die! will die!

Must lock his attack!

Can't escape! Can't escape! Can't escape!

Attack. Active attack. In this step, we will never retreat. Open your eyes, lock your deadly blade, maximize your talents, observe every nerve, every inch of muscle, every breath, every particle of dust, and you can't let go of any subtle interference, and take all possible attack routes Downsizing is the most likely one.

I threw the dagger, Shirai flew away, and the chopper cut off caused a trajectory deviation, which was in line with the expected result.

The kitchen knife stopped in front of my chest.

The tip of the knife penetrated my right palm, and the blood slipped down the blade and dripped on the ground.

While he was stunned, I pressed the palm of my hand firmly and held it firmly together with the handle and his hand holding the handle. Catch you! I clenched my fist in my left hand and gave him a head.

His body was beaten backwards by me, and was pulled back by me holding his hand again, and he was rewarded with the old fist again.

So repeatedly. He was beaten dizzy by me. Once again hit him in the face, a broken feeling came from his fist.

This time he finally reacted, and the resistance was very fierce. I didn't catch him again.

Shirai's body pulled the kitchen knife away from my palm and landed heavily on the ground and hit several rolls, but he immediately took a posture and squatted there. It seemed that those attacks were of no use at all.

His hat fell backwards, revealing a terrible face. It was like being corroded by strong acid, too old, mottled flesh, flaking skin, and swelling and bruising after being beaten. It was not the appearance of a 17-year-old high school student.

His left eye bleeds, and it seems to be completely useless.

The confrontation time is actually short, the shot frequency is fast, but the movement is very small. The attention of passers-by is attracted by the fire. It seems that we have not noticed our fight.

But if you continue, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be discovered. I have not completely lost the concept of human society, and the world has not really entered the end. Therefore, I am afraid of being afraid of being seen by someone. I thought Shirai wouldn't care about these anymore, but he began to retreat into the shadow under the tree.

Even if he can kill people and set fire unscrupulously, he still chooses darkness as his hiding place, not entirely out of the power of fearing the normal order of human society, but more like there are still some normal residues left in his heart.

Even so, he is hopeless, no matter the mind or body, he has been deeply eroded by paranoid emotions and deteriorated appearance. Even after killing me and Sakuya, he probably couldn't fill the void, anger and fear in his heart.

Even if he is on the verge of death, he still has more and more powerful power. As long as he is alive, this power is the only thing he has, so he will squander more carelessly for this. In order to fill this emptiness, it will kill more frequently and directly until it perishes.

Has wisdom, but no reason, no faith, incomparably pure heart of killing, no matter what kind of life, it is a monster among monsters, the most dangerous existence.

Everything comes from the existence of the illusion of doomsday, from the persecution of the goat union, from the very special "paradise" potion.

There is no doubt that once these sources spread, the end of the world will be more terrible than the illusion of zombies and monsters running.

Can't let him escape, he must be killed here!

I made up my mind to ignore the pain in my body. A lot of bleeding made me feel weak and my right hand was seriously injured, but it doesn't matter. My left hand can still move.

The dagger was nailed to the tree beside Shirai.

Haijing hidden in the shadow showed a miserable smile, and lifted the revolver that was taken from me.

"You seem to be the same as me ..." He said a little bit hard and said indistinctly: "However, I know that the bullet of this gun is very special, which makes me feel scared. Is it equally effective for you?"

That's right, if I was shot by the limestone Dam in the gun, I would definitely finish playing. However, having a gun and shooting are basically two concepts. It is probably the first time that Shirai used a gun to fight. Even if he had military training, he only used an old-style rifle to target. Just look at his posture. For me, a gun in the hands of a layman is no more threatening than a knife.

The ordinary student who remained in the monster Shirai made him make the wrong choice.

In the eyes of many people, it is foolish and meaningless for criminals to talk nonsense, but in fact, this kind of behavior is very necessary for criminals, even more important than the completion of crimes. You can't get the thrill of success by completing the crime.

Shirai didn't shoot for the first time, but instead said threatening words, just want to get some kind of emotional catharsis from me, but he got nothing.

"Then shoot." I pointed to my head and said to him, "Aim here, don't shake your hand."

He opened his remaining right eye, and the five senses of UU reading www.uukanshu.com ruffled angrily, making a heavy nasal sound.

Shirai once again stretched his hand forward.

"Can't even use a gun? Poor guy." I deliberately sneered.

Shirai made a strange cry and pressed his fingers hard, but nothing happened.

"The insurance is not open, idiot!"

Shiraizawa consciously looked down at the pistol, and I rushed towards him immediately. It was too late for him to open the insurance. He slammed the left wheel into the trash can and waved the kitchen knife to drive me away. But my first goal was not him, but a dagger inserted in the tree.

Thrilled under the blade, lost one eye, and his attack accuracy decreased a lot. I drew my dagger and walked around from his left. Because of limited vision, he exhibited anxiety for the first time, with a much larger range of action, and no more preciseness than before.

I always put myself on the left side of Shirai, he was unconsciously pinned by me. The two of us turned like grinding discs, swapping positions with each other. Now as long as I reach out, I can pull the left wheel out of the trash can. However, Shirai also calmed down and stared at me cautiously, as long as I showed a slight posture to take a gun, he would attack immediately.

He is faster than me. I can't get the left wheel at all, and he will cut his arm.

I exchanged several attacks with him, but as a result, he was not used to having only one right eye and he could no longer have the upper hand as before. My counterattack hurt him equally, because my dagger was mixed with graystone when it was built, but Shirai's kitchen knife was an ordinary thing.

Shirai couldn't think of a good way for a while. We both stalemate under the tree. He tilted his face sideways and stared at me closely with his remaining right eye.

Just then, a black shadow suddenly fell from the treetop on the white well head.