Super Trick or Treat System

Roll felt frustrated when he heard the astronaut behind him. Some people oppose moving on.

"Alanya is there!" roared.

At that moment, her singing in the tavern sounded again. Its life dreams and hopes brought them into the darkness of darkness.

Can't guess what the blackness is. It's not just a lack of light. The lamp tube emits light, but this blackness actually consumes all the light before it reaches the eye.

He has no doubt that this is a manifestation of "a thousand brains and everything", but at least so far, it does not seem to be harmful.

Then, the black suddenly turned into a bright light-a dazzling glare, stinging their eyes. Rohr flicked an arm in front of his eyes, and stopped before the radiance. There is no heat, but the light is completely opposite to the darkness of the past.

However, amidst the hoarse screams and angry shouts of the astronauts, Alanya's singing continued to exist, forcing them to advance in front of the radiant wall.

Because it was a wall, Rohr saw his arm shield. Very close to them. Stand in front of her, stand in front of her.

"This is the door to the secret room. After that is a gathering of thousands of minds. Go through the door and explode and kill!"

Found the edge of the door and handle. He leaned the flame spray gun on it, and when he pressed the trigger, the doorknob suddenly turned into a living, entangled snake. When he dropped the snake and released the trigger of the spear, his lips screamed involuntarily.

He tried again and found that his spear was facing Alayan's back, and the latter was pressing on the door.

Her voice said: "Hurry up and click the trigger." "This is just a plan for a thousand people."

His head is spinning. There was Alena standing next to him. "I am real," she said. She touched his arm to prove it.

He pressed the trigger on the image in front of him. Slowly, the contents of the door melted into a ball, fell to the floor, and turned into a giant snake. Each drop splits into a thousand drops and becomes a thousand twisted and swollen snakes. They flowed back to the astronaut crowd in droves. The flame spray gun burned them down. The flames had no effect on the flood of snakes, but their marks were found among other astronauts. Twelve people fell down before the voice of Zheng reached them.

"Don't shoot! This is a Martian trick. These are not real. You will only kill each other. Now-look! The door is open. There are our enemies. Thousands of people. Kill all of them! Don't let anyone Escape!"

Driven by Rohr and Xiaodi, the door suddenly fell back. They rushed in and found themselves on a 10-foot-long balcony overlooking the rows of concentric seats. Rohr thought, they were enough for a thousand. There was a motionless Martian in every seat. The entry of the Earthlings did not cause any movement among the Martians. They were sitting as if they were dead, but Rohr felt the great and concentrated mental power of the motionless assembly-mental power that can evoke the dark and light power they saw, and the proliferation of meandering snakes.

Roll raised the musket and drove it at the Martian. Attacks on such seemingly helpless creatures annoyed him, but he knew they were by no means helpless. Their purpose is fatal to the people on earth.

Before he pulled the trigger, a dozen Alanyas appeared beside him. The score is within his sight. He knew that the people standing in front of him were not real, but among the people beside him, he could not distinguish the difference from the thought creation of a thousand people. But one of them grabbed his arm tightly.

"I am real," she said. "Fire quickly."

He poured flames into the middle of the assembly. Behind him, other astronauts are rushing to the balcony. Many of them were drunk, thinking that the visions that bothered them were the creation of their own minds, and were shot at them.

The overall effect is remarkable. Below, dozens of Martians were killed in the explosion. But those who have been forgotten have turned their powerful thoughts towards terrifying new creations. When the earthlings watched, a weird head grew out of the air on the entire assembly, and then swelled until it threatened to fill the entire room. A hundred open mouths spit out smoke and burning tongues, licking towards the astronauts hungry.

Rolle believes that this is a harmless, illusory creation. He approached it, planning to fire at the monster into the rally. But one of those flames' tongues leaped violently and leaped at him. He cried out involuntarily because of unexpected pain.

This matter is far from harmless. The flames of those tongues burned with endless pain. Many other people will certainly feel this feeling, because their sirens spread throughout the conference hall. They began to retreat step by step, and as their heads swelled, they retreated toward the passage.

Alena took Rohr's arm. "Go! Go over the edge of the balcony before your head swells and fills the room. Go down to them!"

Roll saw that she was right. He called the astronaut hoarsely, who waved to him. He grabbed the edge of the railing and jumped up, the flames reaching him.

Alena called. "Follow him! This is the only way!"

Her voice was still magical to them, and shouting angrily, they began to jump to the floor below, spreading around the Martians sitting around.

The Martian still did not move. Even if the deadly fire is poured into it, they still seem to be carved out of stone.

He looked up at the affairs of Alanya. He thought she had followed. But she remained on the balcony, which was a symbol that prompted the astronauts to cross the balcony. Now that they were almost all here, she was almost alone, and the anger of the huge head seemed to be only on her.

Roll cried hoarsely. "Alana! Jump!"

It was too late for her to see the threatening tongue. It seems that the flames of all other languages ​​have merged into one. It covers her from head to toe.

Every astronaut in the room stopped shooting and stared at her plight. When she lifted from the balcony and threw it into the air, her scream resounded throughout the room, and she had to fall into the huge swallowed flower gum that appeared above her head. It shut her off, and the golden-haired Araina's voice was never heard again.

Her screams resounded throughout the room.

When she disappeared from sight, the astronauts cast their soul anger on the Martians. They don't know how long Alena can live in the horror of the air, but they don't know, but they know that only the last Martian can disappear.

They yelled loudly, jumped down and stabbed, burned, slaughtered and slaughtered the sitting creatures.

As for Rohr, his anger has become a bright goal, and everything else has become insignificant. He chose the path from the outer ring to the center of the assembly and rushed forward slowly. Now, the Martians have a thousand terrible thought creations haunting them. Huge lizards chop down with jagged teeth, and huge lizards fall from above, wrapping them in suffocating mucus.

But Rohr gradually found that he had a defense against them. He observed that if he allowed fear and fear to appear in front of them, they could attack him. But those things that appeared without his consciousness had no effect until he saw them, letting a moment of anxiety envelop him. Then he felt the pain of their stabbing. That's what happened on the balcony.

"," he called the patrol pilot who was fighting next to him. "It's just your imagination. Don't believe this, it won't hurt you!"

The short man fell to the ground in vain, struggling in vain from the huge spots of life sludge, which was sucking his life. The short man's own fear gave life to life.

"Very bad. It's gone. There is only one blanket on your head."

The short man appeared suddenly, "Really?" Then things came back because his imagination pushed it again.

But he knew enough about the meaning. He stood still, standing, piercing the Martian with a gun, as if the ball was not there. Gradually, it disappeared, and he walked forward unhindered.

"We got it!" he yelled. "If we don't believe them, they won't hurt us!"

"Correct!" Rohr said. "These are created by thousands of intellects, but they are powered by ourselves! Let us get these demons!"

The short man looked up. "The head is shrinking. We must make progress."

Roll glanced hopefully. Alena is familiar with these things. She must know their fragile secret. If this is the case, then maybe she still lives within the huge power and fragile substances that make up the monster without any harm.

But, if that is true, he wants to know why it can attack her completely. Maybe it was because it represented the Martian's best efforts, or she let a moment of fear enter her mind.

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