Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2038 Dreaming of Oxius' Puppet Master
"How could it be impossible to let go?" This doubt, in the next moment, turned into a cold and biting understanding.

Although consciousness forms the form of a rope, it is still fundamentally different from a rope; generally speaking, as long as Lin Sanjiu interrupts the release of consciousness, it will inevitably be disconnected—just like a dam lowering the gate, naturally There will be no water flow.

When she can't let go of her consciousness, it means one thing: she has lost control of her consciousness.

At the place where the consciousness was hanging on the spaceship, it was as if a nail had been chiseled in at this moment, nailing Lin Sanjiu's consciousness firmly in place, making it unable to move.

It's not accurate to say nails; because nails don't seem to have infinite suction like this, ignoring the other party's will, continuously absorbing consciousness from Lin Sanjiu, forming a binding rope, slowly pulling them towards each other. Pull up.

"I can't cut it off." The panic in Teacher Yi's voice became more and more intense, "Consciousness has been losing, if this continues, even I will-"

"Then what should we do?" Lin Sanjiu wanted to scream angrily, although she also understood that it was pointless to be angry with Teacher Yi. "Is this the only way to die?"

Although affected by the high-altitude strong wind, the speed of the consciousness rope dragging them up was not fast, but before her consciousness was exhausted, the group of them would have fallen into the hands of Occidentals long ago—Lin Sanjiu was in a state of anxiety , suddenly came up with an idea, and hurriedly shouted to the puppeteer in his arm: "The great witch, the great witch! Are you still there? Can you cut off my consciousness?"

...the answer is, no.

She felt it very quickly: there was a strange force of consciousness piercing into the cord of her consciousness in an instant, as if it wanted to form a barrier; but before Lin Sanjiu was too happy, she discovered that it not only failed to divide her consciousness The force is separated from the "nail", but he himself is stuck in the quagmire, unable to pull it out - with the great witch's grasp and control of consciousness, when faced with the "nail" of Occidentus, it completely degenerates into a In the most basic and essential form, it is like a baby who is at a loss and cannot help.

Compared to the big witch, Lin Sanjiu's situation is even worse: her consciousness is sending her to death bit by bit.

"The great witch just slowed down our ascent," Teacher Yi said hastily. If she wasn't a manifestation of consciousness, she might be about to cry.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt something, and raised his head towards the spaceship above.

Under the impact of strong air currents and the turbulence of the spaceship, neither the light inside the spaceship nor her own field of vision could be called clear and stable; however, she still saw a blurry, soft The gentle, smiling face is condescending, waiting patiently for them.

Once they are pulled up, it will be the time for everyone's death; and they are still tens of seconds away from their own doom.

Lin Sanjiu lowered her head abruptly, and pressed her forehead against the puppeteer's shoulder for the first time, pressing it tightly, just like a child would try his best to get under the quilt of his parents when he was afraid.Listening to Yuan Xiangxi's exclamation and the woolen doll's silence, she didn't even know if she was crying; the wind was too strong and too cold, her face was already numb.

She couldn't think of any other way to save herself: she couldn't even let go of them and let them fall alone—because her own consciousness had already wrapped everyone tightly.

Besides, in terms of their state, isn't there only a dead end if they fall?

After both herself and the big witch lost control of their consciousness, Lin Sanjiu couldn't use the old woman's [Concept Collision] to relieve their state; she thought about all the special items on her body, but she didn't want to Can't come out, which one is enough to fight against Occidentals and create a little life for them.

All I can do at this moment is to lean on my friends and wait for the moment to be pulled up.

At this moment, the puppeteer suddenly twisted his body, as if he was struggling against a force in his body that wanted to bend him down. If it wasn't for the shackles of consciousness that he couldn't break free, he might really fall. Going down——Lin Sanjiu was startled by his struggle, turned his eyes to his face, and found that he seemed to have fallen into a new nightmare: the skin at the corner of his eye seemed to be cut and scratched, and quickly Slices of rich blood red spread out.

Not only did the glitter at the corners of his eyes turn into blood, even his lips began to turn deeply red; the puppeteer, who was deeply in a dream, had a little less self-control than usual, and the repeated rage and ferocity distorted him. With half of his face, every breath was like a thorn piercing into his own chest.

"Go back..." the puppeteer murmured, his voice vague. "another……"

All of Lin Sanjiu's mind was still entangled in unwillingness and despair, and she still hadn't completely given up the idea of ​​survival; the puppeteer's sleep talk at this moment didn't reach her ears at all, it had already been blown by the wind It touched her heart - the reason why she moved closer to listen was completely subconscious.

"Just now when he was on the spaceship, he showed such a bloody color," Yuan Xiangxi, caught up in his consciousness, called out suddenly: "What does this mean? What are we doing now? What will happen next?"

While on the spaceship...?
Lin Sanjiu was startled, and suddenly understood what Yuan Xiangxi meant.When she was just woken up, she also caught a glimpse of the blood red from the corner of the puppeteer's face—could it be that in the puppeteer's nightmare at this time, Orcius appeared?
"Change to another..." His next words in his sleep were so vague that he couldn't hear them clearly.

After just a few words, several people were hoisted up a large part again, and Lin Sanjiu's head and shoulders had already penetrated into the bottom of the spaceship's belly.In the corner of the cargo compartment, a few large boxes that hadn’t fallen out were moving back and forth across the floor and hitting the wall of the ship as the spaceship bumped; amidst the sound of wind, sirens, and heavy objects hitting, the puppeteer’s Sound is almost completely drowned out.

"What did he say?" Yuan Xiangxi held back his fear and raised his voice to ask, "What's going on now... What the hell is this?"

Where did Lin Sanjiu have time to answer him?She could barely hear a few words in her sleep, a thought had already struck her mind like lightning, and the adrenaline surged into her blood vessels, making her shiver uncontrollably from the cold.

"Do you have it?" She lowered her voice and asked the puppeteer repeatedly: "Do you have such an item? Tell me, where is it?"

Even if the person who is deeply in the dream can hear her voice, they can't make any clear response.

Lin Sanjiu naturally knew this too. Under the impact of anxiety, worry, tension and hope, her hands trembled so much that even an ordinary movement became more difficult; He fumbled around his cuffs and waist, and finally fumbled with his fingers, and found something that seemed to hold props among the feathers.

Turning over one by one, naturally it was too late; Orcius' face was gradually enlarged on the heads of the group of them.

Lin Sanjiu turned the entire containment props into cards in one go.At that moment, it seemed that [Flat World] also sensed the crisis of survival; the things inside the props turned over in Lin Sanjiu’s mind one by one at an almost crazy speed—when she flipped her palm, While clutching something, she heard the voice of Orcius, which rang out right above her head, clearly.

"It turns out that it's not a puppet...it's much more convenient." He said contentedly, "Give me your ability to catch messengers as well."

　Watching the news in the past few days, from the west to the east and then back around, there are depressing news everywhere. The only difference is that the degree of hell is different, but it is true that they are all hell.

　
(End of this chapter)