After ending his life, I pulled the machete from the wall.

In the past, I rarely used weapons. Because whenever my attack falls on the psionic armor, it is undoubtedly better to use my fists to directly transmit the dark energy than to use the weapon to indirectly transmit the dark energy. However, in the mode of "turning parts into wholes", I was able to freely transmit my power to any part of my body, and even transmitted it quite mellowly through the medium of weapons. Now that I have this convenience, I don't need to stick to an unarmed way of fighting.

Some weapons experts will claim that "weapons are like extensions of one's own limbs", but no matter how much this illusion is emphasized, weapons cannot be an extension of the human body. However, now I understand the state of mind of these people, because now I can indeed see weapons as my hands and feet to drive my own power.

Even when I developed this self-awareness, the machete had somehow changed into a different appearance: it was originally a combat knife with a focus on chopping like the commonly known "dog-legged knife", which was called the "Nepalese scimitar" in the previous life - but now the blade has become straight, the width of an adult's palm, about a meter long, the surface is covered with blood and rust, and the blade is full of jagged chips as if it had once chopped many hard objects.

It looks almost damaged, but it makes the hairs stand on end, and there is a difference between "a broken knife that has killed many people" and "a good knife that has been freshly baked". While the latter is undoubtedly more powerful, the former is often more capable of arousing fearful imagination.

I looked at the knife and felt that it sounded familiar to me.

Then, I put aside this inexplicable nostalgia for a moment, took the yellow square to guide the way, and left the battlefield full of pools of blood and corpses. The landscape receded as I advanced, the blood seeping from the cracks in the walls and the ground became more and more dirty, and the withered street trees looked more like some kind of demon than the trees. But if nothing else, as long as you hold the yellow square, you will be able to reach their stronghold sooner or later.

Sure enough, soon, their stronghold appeared in front of my eyes.

It was an abandoned hospital-like building, with two men in gray uniforms guarding the front door. For the sake of convenience, let's call them "gray uniforms" in the future. I think that's where the Turin doctor was imprisoned. In a hurry, I'm not going to go through any. So the two gray uniforms quickly spotted me approaching the entrance.

"Who?"

"Something is wrong. Quick, call someone—"

It's too late for them.

In an instant, I crossed the seemingly short distance in the middle, and before the end of one of them could fully land, I had both beheaded them.

At this time, I was still in the mode of "turning parts into wholes", even in the process of rushing, I never turned it off, it was as natural as breathing. Of course, I had doubts about whether this inexplicable state of affairs was dangerous, but I could only stay at the stage of doubt for the time being. And for me at this time, this kind of power is also necessary. I walked straight inside the abandoned hospital, and in the messy waiting room, three gray uniforms noticed me and shot at me, but I quickly slashed them all down. However, the gunfire attracted more gray uniforms.

I walked without saying a word. If a gray uniform comes, I will slash and slew it; Without the grey uniform, I passed through the doorways of the various rooms to check if the Turin doctor was locked inside.

A moment later, I was up to the second floor, still walking down the hallway, and a couple of gray uniforms were about to shoot me with guns. This time, there were even psionics mixed in.

It is likely that he is the same as the previous thirty and fifty years old, and he is a first-level psyker.

I envied his psionic powers, but he never had a chance to express them again.

As I observed the formation of the gray uniforms, I stomped the ball of my right foot to the ground as it looked normal. The shockwave was subtly transmitted along the floor with my deliberate exertion, and the entire floor seemed to shake down. When the shockwave passed by the gray uniforms blocking the front, the gray uniforms suddenly staggered and even fell to the ground. The most embarrassed thing was the psionic one, who was already rushing towards me with all his strength, but at the moment when his feet pressed the floor, he was swept by the shock wave I sent out at the right time, and the whole person accidentally fell to the ground in the high-speed sprint, and fell to me.

I didn't utter any words, nor did I give him any chance to utter my last words, but I lifted my foot again, and stomped down without question, stomping his head to pieces, causing his brains and blood to burst to the ground.

This upheaval caused the gray uniforms to panic, and even the formation collapsed. My gesture of approaching without saying a word made some people look at my mask with unseemly fear.

In fact, in such a narrow corridor, if they had been strong enough to suppress their fears and pour ammunition on me in an orderly manner, they might have been able to cause me harm, but now they have been reduced to a plate of unthreatening loose sand. Sometimes cruel to oneself - an echo from a memory echoes from the inside of the skull.

I fought my way into the middle of the gray uniforms. The casualties seemed to awaken the blood of a few people, and some people came at me with red eyes. I turned my face to look at them, and the auditory hallucinations rang from inside my skull: learn to accept sacrifice too.

It didn't take long for all the enemies to die under my sword, and the abandoned hospital fell silent. Maybe those were all the gray uniforms in this stronghold, or maybe there were other enemies who just hid and didn't dare to come out. Pools of blood spread from the hallway to the staircase not far away, gurgling down the steps. The abandoned hospital was originally a place reminiscent of supernatural tales, but now it is even more terrifying. But my mind was surprisingly calm.

The pool of blood reflected my posture at the moment: the strange short-beaked bird's beak mask, the blood-stained knife, and the black tattered cloak that had suddenly been added out of nowhere—I suddenly remembered that this was not the same story image I had drawn in my homework book in my previous life. In my previous life, I wanted to be the nemesis of the evil villain in the story world, but in the end I painted myself like a nondescript murderer. Although I would definitely blush when I was seen by others, I would still be complacent about it somewhere in my heart. Like a boy who doesn't grow up.

This is not the image of a hero. The reflection speaks like an illusion.

If you dress up like this, the bad guys will be scared when they see it. I said silently. So it's better that way.

Wearing such a fancy costume inevitably makes people shy and unable to raise their heads. But that's it. Xu Fu can be a constant fan, but the Facelings must be different.

You can not laugh, but you must be confident and determined; You can't be emotional, you have to do what you can.

Soon, the second floor was already searched by me, then the third floor, then the fourth floor...... The fifth floor was the last part, and I found someone suspected of being a Turin doctor in a single room here.

It was a gray-haired old woman with a very cultured face, reminiscent of an old professor who taught and did research at a university.

She has green eyes and wears dark winter homewear in British style (of course, there is no England or London in this world). Although the appearance of this twilight year was very different from that of the sleeping Turin doctor I had seen before, I also had a very different appearance at this time, and I did not say anything about the position of others. And there are no other questionable candidates on this level.

Her hands and feet were bound by chains, and she had to sit on the ground, the other end of which was connected to the wall.

"Hello, stranger." She said, "I'm a doctor in Turin. It's not my real name, but you might as well call me that. ”

I didn't reply.

"I recognize your mask. You are a Faceling. She said, "I heard the sound of battle, did you just kill everyone in this stronghold?" After that, will you kill me too? Or are you actually here to save me? ”

Her words seem to have some kind of deliberate rhythm that makes the listener relax and entrust her with all his heart. I felt like I had heard it somewhere, and it wasn't that long ago. I quickly found the corresponding figure in my memory—the wheelchair girl I had seen when I first arrived in Sabbation.

On one side is a girl, and on the other side is an old woman, which makes me feel a certain similarity.

"Yes, that's not a delusion. Just as you think. It's not the first time we've met. She seemed to be able to read my mind, or just guess, "What you see at this point is not my real posture, just my posture in 'dreams within dreams'." The brunette you saw in your dream is also me, and the wheelchair girl you see in reality is also me. ”

Seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "But now you make me feel abnormal. Do you suffer from mental illness? In dreams, these disorders can be amplified or even worsened. ”

Naturally, I knew something was wrong with me, but I didn't mean to talk to her, but walked up to her and raised the knife in my hand. Her pupils contracted for a moment, as if she suspected that I was going to kill her. But I just cut the chains that bound her.

These chains are just ordinary chains, and they don't have the sturdiness to restrain a super-psionic. It seems that the fifty-year-old's statement is not wrong, although the Turin doctor is a super-grade psychic, he does not have any combat ability, and he does not even know how to strengthen his body. Or maybe there is some misunderstanding here, and maybe the Turin doctor is not actually a psyker.

"Thank you, Facelings. Looks like you're here to save me. She slowly stood up, "Let's get out of this place first." I've heard the gossip of the grey uniforms, and Violent seems to return to the colony every once in a while to see if anyone else has caught me. Even if you have a way to fight him, you don't have to choose your opponent's home turf. ”

We walked out of this level and headed down.

"Until you get to this dream-within-a-dream, to be honest, I'm at a loss." She said, "The conditions for this dream to get rid of are quite special, but with you you it's pretty simple. We must first return to the rooftop of the vault, for one of the exits of the dream within a dream is there. ”

But that's not enough, I guess.

"Yes, it's not enough. We must also get out of that nightmare town full of the living dead and the undead. "But before we get back to reality, we may have to kill the violent." ”