Four hundred meters above the high building, Colin fired twice, expressionlessly blowing Cohen's head open.
Click...
Blood flowed like pillars, and the woman who sneaked into Eva's home was cut in half by Colin with a butcher knife.
Randy, Johnny, Dick, one after another powerful enemies appeared in the hallucination, but they were all slaughtered by Colin without any joy or anger.
He didn't know how long had passed, but time had gradually made his spirit lose its elasticity.
Sometimes he has become tired of the physical labor in this dream, and is just waiting for the unnecessary repetition and trouble.
Whether it's the blades, the guns, the ones who kill, the ones who are killed.
And those faces, bleeding and weeping.
It's all too...obvious and boring.
How long have you stayed here? How many months? A year? Or even several years?
Is the time here consistent with the outside world? Could it be that you are dead and this is your own hell?
"I told you, Agent Colin, I'll give you a window seat in hell."
The moment Colin's idea sprouted.
The madman wearing blood-red sunglasses invaded again, but in the years of ineffective and hopeless fighting, Colin also became more efficient and more brutal. His attack methods...
He just turned the ten fingers of his hands into sharp enamel blades and inserted them directly into Randy's chest, tearing him in half with a snap.
All of this is so real. At this time, Colin's hair has grown longer, and his beard may not have been shaved for a long time. He is completely like a savage who eats hair and drinks blood, as if... many years have really passed.
In addition...did I actually be able to use visions just now? Hugo is too powerful, and he seems to be in a suppressed state in an illusion, unable to expand his domain to tear through this illusion.
Is it a matter of time?
Phenomenology of Spirit.
Freedom and restraint, infinite and finite, the cornerstone memory of the soul, and the opposite completely cold and objective knowledge.
My memories and feelings are slowly being worn away, and the universe, this cold reason, is gradually swallowing me up.
Just like before, the weird and evil insect came to find me again.
Those red and green stock index lines appeared in Colin's fantasy through time, space, and even the real or imaginary universe.
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Hugo stared at his watch with great concentration. Three seconds had passed, and there were still thirty seconds left. As time went on, the time would become longer and longer. No one could survive more than twenty-five seconds. That was already It is a long time measured in epochs, as for the last second.
Even Hugo himself did not know how long it was, but that kind of time must be such that not even the celestial bodies in the universe can compete with it, and will collapse and undergo drastic changes under the erosion of time.
What's more, mortal bodies like humans, even stone without feeling, have to be wiped out into nothingness under that kind of long-term destruction, let alone these weak spirits.
Suddenly, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He saw the blood cloud vortex in the sky twisting faster, even mixed with lightning, and the life forms that turned into worms and various monsters suddenly emerged with a majestic desire to attack, moving towards them from all directions.
A line of sky surged under the two rows of buildings.
Their target... seems to be Colin.
And Colin seemed to have woken up, indiscriminately slashing the insects that were attacking him, and the flesh and blood pipe network became more and more violent, and they, which were already alive, became restless, stretching out red and green...
The lines were about to pierce Colin, but they were all violently torn apart by Colin, exploding countless dripping plasma.
Hugo didn't know what happened. Colin was indeed still in his eternal illusion. Was it his subconscious or instinctive response to everything? Or was something strange happening in the illusion?
Perhaps because of his control over Colin, he had a connection with Colin, and those bugs also pounced on him.
Swish, swish, swish...
Just a thought from Hugo caused all the bugs to break into pieces. Colin's appearance now is extremely strange. What is happening to him?
There is no room for hesitation anymore. Ten seconds have passed now. Before the thirty-three seconds are over, something might happen, and Colin needs to be killed right now.
boom!
It's just thoughts.
It directly exploded Colin's whole body, shattering him into misty blood mist, which dispersed with the wind.
"Dead?"
Hugo was a little hesitant. As he expected, the devil's hints were always so difficult to deal with. Under the autonomous consciousness of the body, Colin's body instantly condensed back as if nothing had happened.
His will has not been wasted in that illusion, he still has strength.
Hugo no longer hesitated.
boom!
The thoughts attacked and killed again.
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The huge strange insect that swayed across the sky appeared in front of Colin again, with a bloody face rolling on its body.
Is this also Hugo’s fantasy?
Countless stock index lines erupted from the giant insect, trying to get into Colin's body.
"Confrontation is useless."
"The more you fight, the stronger the thing you fight becomes stronger."
"You've wasted too much time in this smoky illusion."
"From the first moment you embark on the road to hell, the end is just the end of hell."
Those ugly pipes were moving more swiftly than ever before, as if this was his home field, and those lines were slithering like snakes on the ground, crawling towards Colin.
The number is overwhelming and too dense.
In order to avoid those lines, Colin was extremely embarrassed. In this illusion, his power was too severely reduced. Whenever he used the vision, the lines would travel faster and faster, and he had to escape with only his physical body.
With no way to retreat, he had to crawl into the ventilation duct. The strange insect was just a product of his thoughts. As long as his spirit was strong enough, he could get rid of it.
"This world is your cradle and your trap."
"You are not a special person, you are just an organic matter like other living beings."
"Only desperate, feeling dark, silent and complete, throwing away all hope."
"If you find a way to end this, it's also a trap, and it only strengthens the trap."
"Spiritual phenomenology, existence and nothingness, relative and absolute, finite and infinite, is this your response?"
"This illusory and violent paradox will only lead you towards illusion."
"Violent joy will only bring violent consequences."
"What you need is reason, true knowledge, and wisdom that contains the infinite mysteries of the universe."
The head of the strange insect tried to squeeze into the ventilation duct, but its huge and bloated body was blocked. Its dirty compound eyes overflowed with sticky blood, and its dirty and ugly mouthparts let out a completely cold-blooded and hollow claw limb massage, and vomited from its mouth.
Thousands of violent red and green lines appeared, rushing towards Colin.
Two of the drills, one red and one green, climbed extremely quickly and wrapped around Colin's legs in an instant, about to plunge into it.
"You are just an illusion, just an illusion, just a despicable insect."
Colin leaned forward, grabbed the thread with both hands, and cut it off. At the same time, the strange insect let out an extremely shrill cry.
