Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy…
Latent syndrome.
The realm of imagination.
The deep world is projected into the present world.
Spiritual suggestions are transformed into visions.
Beyond matter, beyond ideas.
Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy…
Countless crawling and clawing bodies howled in despair as they burned, the endless fire made the crisp sound of burning tree bark, and the countless hissing sounds of the skin fat evaporating, and the sound of growing adults.
Thousands of stacked, intertwined and echoing shouts rushing from all directions seemed to come from a torture chamber.
Echoes, shouts, roars, and lamentations are constantly burning away the fire of karma in the sea of people.
Thermal energy…
Contains endless anger, sorrow, fear, and hatred.
Just like making insect specimens, iron thorns are pierced through the stable structure, and the human specimen is erected on a metal base.
Orchestra.
Scalpel, forceps, scissors, pliers, tool hammer, spring hook, dilator.
Wire knife roll.
Mechanical energy……
Contains the mechanical energy of self-torture, pain, violence, and killing.
"I must be fucking crazy..."
"Must be crazy..."
Colin murmured and repeated it twice.
…
Like an alchemist, Violet used an induction cooker to brew a pot of black soup containing snake and frog venom sacs, red prescription psychotropic drugs, and a hodgepodge of unknown plants.
"meditation."
"Open the channel, use flesh and blood as the medium to connect to the deep world, you will fall into a trance, but that is not important, in the trance."
"The will will return to reality."
She said this.
…
Click, click, click...
Colin's arm turned into an enamel bone knife, and he smeared it directly on his own neck. With a click, blood spurted everywhere, and the painful red liquid overflowed like a spring, drenching the entire car seat like a fire sprinkler.
A piece of blood red.
But there's still something missing.
The most important thing is missing.
Johnny was killing people in front of him, less than a hundred meters away from Colin.
sudden...
Colin stared at the violent scroll in front of him. Perhaps that was Johnny's domain, where he used his will to create the real world and infect the surrounding material.
As if possessed, his eyes were empty and completely dull, his hands were completely exhausted and he left the steering wheel, and the scene in his eyes began to change.
Functional, productive flesh and blood has replaced the physical body from the perspective of materialistic nature.
People invent things and are invented by things. People operate machines, and machines also shape the people who operate machines.
"Are you a catalyst, an invention, or a useless bubble produced in an experiment."
"Or maybe all three."
The current noise of poor communication came from the car radio. A few seconds later, disco music came from the car radio. The pixels of the car map display became quite bad, and the noise color blocks like DVD disks danced. Then...
A strange insect jumped out, with compound eyes, mouthparts, sense of touch, appendages, and an abominable chitinous carapace.
"muti...crown."
Colin gasped for air and began to hallucinate. A hoarse and enthusiastic radio host broadcast from the car radio.
【Dear friends, for your entertainment.】
[I am honored to introduce to you this person who recently went to hell.]
【Indiscriminate killer, Colin!】
Colin's dynamic pixel portrait began to appear on the car screen. Although the picture quality was as blurry as an arcade game from the last century, you could still make out the horrific scars on his facial features and from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. Colin in the picture was grinning ferociously.
The road also began to change, with a black and white checkered starting line, professional track signs, red and green stock indexes? track flags?
Scattered people appeared on the street... living dead holding various protest signs, environmentalism, burning all books to save the forest, animal rights, wanting child labor in Southeast Asia to die rather than crocodiles, lgbtqiapkd, etc. covering everything in the universe.
ngo, and stockbrokers with greasy hair, suits and leather shoes.
Everyone has a stupid face that makes you want to crush them to pieces with tires.
The moment this idea sprouted.
Ahhhh...
The vehicle under Colin...
There was an extremely evil and strange roar, resounding throughout the entire neighborhood.
They were eight blood collection tubes made of metal, inserted into Colin's arms and spine, continuously collecting blood as power.
Abnormal and ugly blood vessels and tendons wrap around the entire car body, causing the outer shell to dent and bulge and deform, turning it into a gorgeous and useless Gothic instrument. Four twisted L-shaped exhaust pipes like flying wings are spraying...
blood.
And the entire car body was burning with blood-red karma fire, and you could also hear... the sound of fat and human oil crisping and exploding.
Colin finally heard clearly what that evil roar was. It was not the sound of an engine, but the overlapping cries, shouts, roars and screams of countless people.
It's really like a bloody knife.
Use pain as the driving force, and use the tyranny of the soul to feed back to reality.
Is this the imaginary world? Or the real world?
Colin was a little confused.
But there is no doubt that Colin has his chariot.
The host's enthusiastic announcement came from the car radio.
【This competition has finally reached the final stage.】
[Johnny Francesca, the players who have advanced from other divisions will start the final battle for hegemony.]
【The rules...that is, there are no rules!】
[There’s not even a fucking end!]
[The first person to accumulate 1,000,000 points will win!]
[Each ngo member killed will receive 100 points.]
[You can also directly kill another player to win.]
【Now let everyone be bathed in flames! 】
"Ahhhh..."
Johnny's face was crazy, and his long tongue was flicking saliva. Colin's profile picture was grinning on the screen. He was so furious that blood rushed to his head. His forehead was covered with bulging veins. The scorpion tattoo that spread to his face made him look...
Even more crazy.
He did not hesitate to pick up the machine gun, reach out of the car and shoot wildly at Colin who was clinging to the back.
"I remember your stupid face, I said, I remember you, bastard!"
Pound pound pound…
It was simply a fixed-point explosion by a strategic bomber. Hundreds of warheads comparable to missiles were all exploded on Colin's car, emitting thick smoke with blue electric light, and also exploded...
The blood splattered and the exaggerated amount of bleeding was like using a hydraulic press to crush an elephant. The whole car was like an evil life form.
Although it was blown to pieces, it was able to heal itself.
Colin no longer hesitated. The boots and the accelerator were completely welded together. With the roar of the engine, the speed of the car instantly reached 500 yards. He didn't even know whether he was driving a car or a rocket. The scenes on both sides of the street suddenly changed.
It turns into a phantom of light, and even if the tire scratches a pebble, it will take off.
boom!
Colin's car hit the rear of Johnny's car hard, flipping him over and flying dozens of meters away. It hit the shell of an office building with a loud bang, exploding with a large amount of earth, stone and dust.
