The iceberg is filled with the color of flesh and blood, and under the gloomy sky, it adds to the eerie taste. While the flesh and mud were struggling to erode in the icebergs, the sea suddenly fell silent. The new Titanic is also silent, in the silence, as if it is slowly approaching the iceberg with the current, silent in a corner of the high river, when the distance between the big ship and the iceberg is only one thousand meters, the cobweb is entangled in the hull, intending to use the mystery of the cobweb itself to stop the course of the big ship, however, as expected, the greater pre-drive force tore the cobweb. In Takakawa's retina screen, it is impossible to observe where this driving force is coming from, but the data continues to show that the spider silk is breaking layer by layer, which can only reduce the forward speed of the big ship, but cannot completely stop it.

This attempt is just a matter of comfort. Takakawa knew very well that since the situation had been slipping in the direction he expected to be the worst, no matter whether he made such a reversal or not, he could not change the fate of the big ship hitting the iceberg - more precisely, although he could not stop the big ship, and the people on board seemed to be powerless to stop it, but if there was still a glimmer of hope, it was still there. The possibility lies in the flesh and blood of the Nazi soldiers' self-sacrifice.

Although it may seem ironic that the Nazis, who were originally destined enemies, have become the hope of their own side from the perspective of this possibility, even if it is ironic, this possibility must not be missed. Takakawa calmly and silently waited, watching, thinking, and exploring. In mysterious events, no one can predict whether the change of events will bring you a blessing or a curse, a doomed danger or other possibilities. Even if we see a possibility before it becomes a reality, it is difficult to turn it into reality through conscious action, but only to theoretically increase the value of the possibility.

Whether it's one in a thousand or ninety-nine percent, if it can't be turned into a reality, it's just an illusion of data. However, even if it is an illusion, before it is truly determined to be an illusion, it can at least make people see hope and make people want to struggle, and this is the charm of the process before reaching the result.

Perhaps for patients with doomsday syndrome, the outcome is 100% predestined, however, as a human being, it is impossible to directly confirm this 100% future outcome, and the meaning of the word "possibility" is a blessing in misfortune for people. As long as you elevate the despair you face to the realm of philosophy, then madness will come from the process of reaching the result.

He didn't want to admit defeat, he didn't want to admit that the tragedy was 100 percent, he wanted to base himself on the present and change the future -- Takakawa, and many people he knew, all faced this crazy and desperate world with such a mood. When struggling is the only thing you can do until you reach that tragic outcome, then struggle. If you think that "possibility" exists, then think about it and put it into practice, no matter how stupid and useless it may seem in the eyes of others, like a madman.

"Come on, come on...... Gao Chuan gritted his teeth, in front of him, the distance of the flesh and blood mud deep into the iceberg is no longer confirmed by the naked eye, and the chain judgment cannot give an exact value of "the flesh and blood mud is from the center of the iceberg", but the strong and restless feeling has grown from every part of the prosthesis, every cell of the original flesh and blood, and it pierces Gao Chuan's internal organs and enters the brain along the nerves with malice like a needle. Let him feel fear, feel hopeless, feel the weight of his fate hang over his head like a sword of Damocles, and then he seems to see death. He knew it was a hallucination, but even the brain couldn't contain it.

I'm going to die...... No, Gao Chuan pondered hard, distorting his powerful instinctive intuition, and said to himself: The probability that he will die here is only ninety-nine percent, no, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and one hundred billion...... However, the possibilities remain.

Isn't it just to stand here and sit on this spider just to seek possibilities one by one, and then connect these possibilities together to change and save something?

This strong intuition, how many times it has helped itself, how many times it has helped itself, it is so sharp and accurate, but if intuition is born to verify the inevitable tragic outcome, then-

"Disappear here." Gao Chuan's emotions were like a tide, drowning the hard body of the brain, drowning the brain, drowning the prosthesis and flesh, and the bridge of consciousness had appeared around him at some point, passing through the narrow cockpit, penetrating the hard steel skin of the spider, crossing the stormy sea, burrowing into the zigzag passage carved out by the flesh and mud in the iceberg, and still going deeper, beyond the front of the flesh and mud without hindrance, rushing towards the position that could not be observed, but could feel the center.

The next moment, Gao Chuan "saw" it, the female body huddled in the ice with her knees huddled, as if she was sleeping. The body, which is so deep that it seems to suck up all the light, is draped over the white skin like a waterfall, and if it is beautiful, it is indeed in front of you, but when you feel this beauty, a greater fear that makes your heart stop beating washes away the emotion brought by this beauty. Even if the posture of the female body makes it impossible to see its whole picture, it is enough to make reason swallowed up by the sensibility of fear.

They are female.

There are ten in total.

Their faces are imprinted with a pattern of flower numbers: from one to ten.

Their silhouettes give Takakawa a strong sense of immediacy, as if he had already died once, and the self standing here, no matter what it was, was only repeating the past of death when facing them.

Even if he didn't see them clearly, Takakawa could know from the deepest horror what the ten female bodies in front of him were—they didn't have names, but they had a common name: the ultimate weapon.

One of the ultimate secret weapons known to mystical experts for a long time, Shinrikyo Doomsday has always been known to occultists, a humanoid monster, a revelator, inquisitor, and executor of doomsday truth, a terrifying creation inherited from the ruins of the Ruling Authority. This is the final weapon, also known as the final battle weapon by mysterious experts.

The predictions made before this voyage were correct, and the Church of Doom Truth dispatched its final weapon, as if to wipe out some possibilities in advance. They are no longer hallucinations of theoretical values, nor are they rumored monsters, but they are really here.

Takakawa felt that the parts of his body were trembling, and this fear was definitely not brought by those final weapons that he had faced in the past. A kind of cognition pierced his consciousness brutally and directly, and the thirteen déjà vu final weapons in front of him were definitely different from the final weapons he had seen with his own eyes in the past.

It used to kill itself. No, to be exact, he killed "Takakawa" - and it was not the ordinary Takakawa, who seemed to have seen a hallucination, and saw a scene of death that he had not personally experienced:

……

"There are ten real rivers...... "The young man sighed as he waved his knife-like critical weapon.

At the same time, ten "Mae" raised their arms with the same speed. It's unbelievable that they're in sync with him in a state of speed.

In the next moment, their arms turned into ten spear pillars, which crossed through his body before the knife-like critical weapon reached the end, before the young Takakawa had time to avoid it.

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

It's like a puppet whose string breaks, and whose limbs leave.

Not only the young Takakawa, but also the prosthetic Takakawa, who seemed to be in a nightmare, also felt this incomparably strong sense of finality.

I couldn't feel the pain anymore, my mind seemed to be cut off at this moment, and the last image that the last eye saw was a pillar of light that seemed to fly through the sky and into the black sun.

……

Prosthetic Takakawa muttered to himself, "On November 17, 1998, the Demon Pattern Messenger Takakawa died. ”

Is it the end of the apocalyptic fantasy that another self was born into?

Is it to see such an illusion here to prove that fate is just a tragedy followed by a tragedy of reincarnation?

Prosthetic Takagawa suddenly laughed.

Grinning wickedly.

"Ten real rivers?" He muttered to himself, as if to confirm and firm, and let himself become crazy to think, "If you want to kill me, come here!" ”

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

"I died yesterday with all the things of the past, and I am born today with all the things of today." Takakawa felt that his body, whether it was the prosthetic part or the flesh part, began to burn. In the retina screen, the extreme efficiency of the brain and hardware, which is constantly approaching but seems to never be reached, seems to melt, becoming extremely blurry, and it is no longer possible to see the values. Scarlet warning pop-ups fill the field of vision one after another, and deletions can't keep up. It was as if there was a cracking sound somewhere in the soul, and the data pipeline connecting the prosthetic body and the spider proliferated rapidly, becoming as dense as a nerve, filling this cramped cockpit. The blue arc-like streamer caused by the high-energy phenomenon fills every corner of the spider along these data line nerves.

I don't know what mechanism was punished, Gao Chuan didn't pay attention to it, he only knew that no matter what hidden means there were, whether it was something that he could know or something he couldn't know, he had to squeeze it all and use it all - right here, at this moment.

A total of thirty-six needles were formed from the inner wall of the cockpit, ejected, and pierced into the prosthesis, injecting a blue-purple liquid.

Then seventy-two needles were regenerated, popped out, and pierced into the flesh, injecting a dark purple liquid.

An even more burning sensation penetrated the body and entered the soul, and Takakawa only felt as if his body and soul were about to melt. He instinctively knew what the drug he was injecting was - the "paradise" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Sect, no, it was not the original product produced by the Doomsday Shinrikyo Sect, but it should have been transformed by Omi.

"Very good, very good...... Gao Chuan raised his eyes, and the hallucinatory scene connected by the bridge of consciousness seemed to fall into reality, overlapping with the towering iceberg he saw with the naked eye, making him unable to distinguish whether he was dreaming or waking up, what was reality and what was hallucination.

"That's it, that's it." Takakawa's left eye turned crimson, and his right eye turned emerald green, "Don't keep it, just go ahead." Rush me up! ”

In the retina screen, the values of the efficiency of the brain and hardware, which had become blurry, became clear again at this moment: 120 percent, 150 percent, 200 percent......

Gao Chuan exhaled, and a scorching white gas came out from the corner of his mouth. After taking another breath, the white gas burrowed back into his mouth like a snake.

At this time, the flesh and mud finally came to the ten final weapons with a clear number and an appearance exactly like "Zhenjiang". They come into contact with one of them, and the final weapon doesn't move, so they touch more of them, and in the end the weapon doesn't move, so they have to pounce on it with all their might. However, it was at this time that the final weapon seemed to be slow, but in fact, it had already opened its eyes before the flesh and mud pounced.

Those deep black eyes were like black holes, devouring physical "light" and the sight of others—if there was anyone other than Takakawa who could look at this eye at this time, it would definitely be impossible to get rid of it.

Flesh and mud died.

It seems to be very powerful, and it also has great possibilities, making people feel that they may be able to compete with the final weapon, and the flesh and mud just died.

There was no sign of attack, no sign of struggle, no sign of death, and the flesh and mud just quietly, suddenly, ceased all movement, turned into ashes, and from the ashes to no trace, as if it had never appeared. Only Takakawa could feel it so strongly, and this was because the interaction between the smallest particles had stopped to maintain the internal movement of the flesh and mud itself, so it died, decomposing into the smallest particles that did not know how small, and completely out of the observable range.

"Forced stop?" Even if Gao Chuan was burning, he could still feel the intense fear and absurdity: "It's such an outrageous ability? ”

It's like telling yourself directly that the ten ultimate weapons like "Zhenjiang" in front of you are your most direct natural enemies.

"Hehe, I'm so scared." Takakawa said in a low voice, suddenly pushing his consciousness.

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