Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 25. The so-called mental problems are just a small insignificant occupational risk

The sound behind him made Zhou Ke immediately draw his gun, turn around and aim, with his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the situation he and Ajie are in is not optimistic, such tension is understandable, and "shoot first and ask questions later" may be the most appropriate way to deal with the crisis at present.

That's what he thought, and it wasn't because he didn't shoot that he was kind.

The real reason is that the trigger can't be pulled.
There was a force applied to Zhou Ke's pistol, making this loyal tool seem to be out of his control at that moment. The trigger, which should have been flexible, was as hard as an eighteen-year-old boy's pillar when he got up, and had no intention of succumbing to the external force.

This is obviously not normal.

But compared to the minor matter of his gun's "betrayal", the guy in front of him who was jumping towards him was more worthy of attention. Zhou Ke recognized him almost instantly.

"It's you?"

He exclaimed:

"Why are you dressed like this? Are you also a pervert who likes to play with bondage? Shit, are there any normal people left in this evil land?"

It’s no wonder that Zhou Ke had wild thoughts. The old Tiger State psychic who appeared in front of him was indeed dressed quite abnormally.

He was wearing a special suit used to restrain dangerous patients. His hands and feet were almost bound, and even his mouth was stuffed with a rather excessive ball gag. With his disheveled hair and crazy look, he looked like a perverted jailbreaker from a mental hospital.

The guy in front of him was the second psionicist he had met besides Ohm. Moreover, compared to Ohm, a "wizard" who preferred close combat, this old psionicist, judging from his appearance, would at least be a "great wizard" if thrown into a fantasy world.

He is obviously one of the most "orthodox" psionicists.

Most importantly, Zhou Ke confirmed that this old psychic posed no threat.

He is different from those other crazy people in Hubang who want to behead him. This old man is also a madman, but from the way he addressed Zhou Ke and his previous series of behaviors, it can be judged that Zhou Ke’s position in this guy’s heart is definitely special.

Perhaps he saw something miraculous, which led him to regard Zhou Ke as a "Son of God".

Of course, calling Zhou Ke a "sacrifice" meant that the old psychic's ultimate fantasy was to personally tie Zhou Ke to the stake or some other damn thing.

"Your mouth is sealed, what did you say just now?"

Zhou Ke put down his gun and asked.

"Psychic power, isn't it amazing?"

The old psychic was "talking" with his eyes and eyebrows. This was not some mysterious ventriloquism. The sound was clear and went straight to the heart. It didn't seem to require a pair of ears to be the necessary medium of communication.

“Don’t mind my undignified appearance at this moment, Mr. Sacrifice.

They have often treated me like this ever since I went too far in the field of psychic powers more than ten years ago, accidentally crossed a taboo and went crazy, but this was not out of malice. After all, a psychic who could lose control at any time is too dangerous for others and himself.

Especially when a psychic storm blows, it is not surprising that the 'monster' hidden deep inside my body will do something crazy. "

The perverted old man was quite talkative. Even with a ball gag in his mouth, he started chatting with Zhou Ke in this chaotic place.

He introduced himself:

"Your name is Zhou Ke, right? What a strange name. My name is Merck, Merck Tiger! One of the true founders of Tiger State, once Wu Qinhu's most trusted 'military advisor', and also one of the earliest evil land psychics."

"Uh, I'll talk to you later, my friendly Lord Merck. I need to do some surgery on my friend right now."

Zhou Ke paused, put the pistol on the table beside him, and continued to connect the energy device to the equipment in the medical room to check Ajie on the bed, but the old psychic stopped him.

The guy said in a mysterious voice:
"This guy with a broken personality is beyond help. His soul has left his body and was shattered in the trial of meeting the Great One. He is just another pathetic piece of firewood, with only a little bit of obsession left in his increasingly ferocious corpse.

But the evil land is not gentle, and even this little obsession will be shattered in the ruthless time.

You can only heal his body, but you can't heal his spirit. In half a year at most, his fire will be completely extinguished, and no one can save him.

Only amnesty!

Only amnesty can comfort him for his inevitable demise."

"Maybe, but I need his body to be healthy, otherwise we probably won't be able to leave here."

Zhou Ke didn't look back.

Although the guy behind him was like a charlatan, he was not wrong. This conclusion was basically the same as the scanning result of the energy-comprehension device.

Ajie is dying slowly due to personality collapse, even though his body is still much tougher than that of an ordinary person.

"In that cabinet there are therapeutic drugs specifically for biochemical warriors. They come from the laboratory in the City State District. The Acholi Consortium is the financial backer behind the Tiger State. Any new drugs will be sent here to enhance the combat effectiveness of those madmen."

Old Merck reminded:

“Your friend needs them. Those things may help him become stronger as if he were reborn from the ashes. But I have warned you just now, Mr. Sacrifice, that your friend’s soul is dead. His obsession cannot control such a powerful body. When he wakes up, he will turn back into an unrestrained beast.

That is the common fate of all biochemical warriors, even someone as strong as Wu Qinhu cannot avoid it."

"Thanks, that thing that sounds dangerous is exactly what we need right now."

Following old Merck's instructions, Zhou Ke opened the refrigerator nearby and took out two medical boxes. After opening them, he found that there were several mechanical injection devices inside. They were completely sealed and could not be disassembled, making it difficult to understand the composition and effects of these drugs.

He glanced at old Merck, hesitating whether to trust him to inject these things into Ajie's body.

The psychic master keenly noticed Zhou Ke's hesitation. He jumped twice on the spot and persuaded him:
"You don't have to doubt me. You don't have to doubt a believer who has dedicated most of his life to the God of the End, because you are what the End desires. One day, you will return to my faith. How could I deceive my own God?

Not to mention, I also greedily desire the supreme amnesty to be granted by you personally."

"Now even a dog from Tiger Country wants to kill me, and the rats in the underground of this burning city will attack me when I go to the toilet. They have enough reasons to do so. I can't help but be more vigilant."

Zhou Ke said:
"You are the founder of Tiger State. Maybe you were the one who proposed this damn End of the World Festival. Now that I have messed up the festival and the End of the World Castle, aren't you the most angry? The kind of anger that comes from having your hard work desecrated."

"Huh? You said I was angry? Why should I be angry? I finally saw what I longed for in the end. The amnesty I have been looking for all my life is right in front of me. I can't wait to be happy.

I can feel your hatred for Tiger State. If I can really gain your trust, I am willing to personally kill all the enemies in this fallen city for you, just like destroying the hopeless Sodom in the rain of fire.

Even assassinating Wu Qinhu for you.
If you wish. "

Old Merck laughed loudly, and there was nothing unusual about him. The several injections in Zhou Ke's hand were suspended by an invisible force and rotated around him at a constant speed.

This time Zhou Ke sensed it.

That "spiritual energy" was bound and surrounded him in a physical form. If old Merck wanted, this power could completely restrain him, even break his neck in an instant, or hang him up and swing him in the air.

The ridiculous restraint suit on the old psychic in front of him could not stop him from releasing his true power.

This is a gesture of goodwill, meaning:

You see, I have always had the power to kill you, but I have not done so.

"You just spoke like a madman. It's hard for me to believe it, both rationally and emotionally. I've heard some stories about psychics before. Someone told me that one day, you suddenly faced something terrifying while sleeping, and witnessed something unimaginable to ordinary people through your spiritual vision. Eventually, you suffered a mental breakdown and became insane, which was your final fate."

Zhou Ke reached out and grabbed a cold syringe from in front of him. He said:

"I was skeptical before, but after seeing you, I began to believe it. You clearly know that you are crazy, but your mind has been twisted into a state between sanity and madness. I am very curious, what exactly is this 'amnesty' that you keep talking about?
Why is it only I who can give it? "

"Because you are what the End desires!"

When old Merck saw that Zhou Ke finally talked to him about serious matters, he also became serious, although it was difficult for him to appear serious with a gag on his body and restrained.

He used psychic power to turn the sound into Zhou Ke's heart and said: "When the fetal movement moon appeared in the sky of the world, I was just an ordinary physicist, following a genius named 'Wood' to do some stupid research. I used to blindly believe that science is the only way to the truth, but the emergence and confirmation of psychic power overturned my worldview.

I started clumsily down this path, and I experienced those disasters.

More than once!
Although the world has never changed in the eyes of others, I can confirm that something hidden in the dark has contaminated the world we are familiar with without our noticing. This world was dead before it became a bad land!

The rest of the time is just the body slowly rotting.

They all said I was crazy!
But only I know that I was just too close to the truth and facts and was distorted.

This world is hopeless!
Maybe it didn't need saving from the beginning, but we can still save it, Mr. Sacrifice, as long as you are willing to return to the God of the End.
This is amnesty!
Send back what is missing and desired, let the angry destruction leave satisfied, and the remaining scraps will be safe.

We have long given up on the future, it is just an illusion."

"I don't understand. This sounds like the ravings of a madman. Do you want me to be beheaded willingly in the arena? To fulfill my duty as a sacrifice? Then, all disasters will be quelled?"

Zhou Ke asked back:
"This is a completely crazy reflection of the end times by an idealistic madman, and perhaps with a hint of the 'Messiah Complex' that is unique to believers. Sacrifice one person, or let one person bear all the sins, and the rest can be forgiven.

A complete cliché.”

“You don’t need to understand, and you don’t need to believe.”

Old Merck was not angry at Zhou Ke's accusation. On the contrary, he said calmly:

"This is your destiny. It cannot be changed by my will or yours. You will eventually embark on this path. You want to know what I saw when I touched you, right?

Light!
I see the light!
It was a crown of light formed by the desire and despair of all living things, placed across the brilliant and cruel sea of stars, moving forward along the invisible line, swallowing up everything valuable and worthless.

终焉
I saw the illusion of the faith I had been pursuing all my life blooming before my eyes. The moment I came into contact with you, I completed an "audience"!
The Crown of All Light tells me of His desire!
He wants you!

A perfect sacrifice!"

The old fellow became more and more excited as he spoke, and it was obvious that he was caught up in some kind of self-imagination that he could not extricate himself from. The more he spoke, the more fanatical he became, until in the end even his eyeballs began to turn white, and he was in a horrible mental state that was beyond redemption and could only be humanely destroyed.

The more fanatical he was, the more unstable his psychic power became.

Zhou Ke could feel that the cabinets and beds in the entire house began to vibrate abnormally, as if an invisible small earthquake was brewing in the room.

That invisible but violent force gathered into a rolling tide, which could get out of control at any time. No wonder the lunatics in Hubang couldn't stand this guy and had to lock him up.

"more than!"

In order to calm this fanatical guy down, Zhou Ke shouted:
"The vision I saw in the psychic storm was not just the 'Crown of All Light' you mentioned, psychic master, but also the black sun that was opposite to it. That black sun seemed to devour this world and even the sea of stars."

"What?!"

This sentence calmed down the fanatical old Merck instantly.

As if he had heard the most horrifying truth in the world, he tore the clothes that bound him easily in a burst of psychic energy, chewed up the ball gag and rushed to Zhou Ke's side. He was furious and let the dangerous psychic lightning flow through his messy gray hair. Just like Zeus who had gone mad because of not being able to attend the silver party, he grabbed Zhou Ke and screamed:

"Say it again! Say it again! As a sacrifice, what did you see? What else is there besides the Supreme Crown of All Light?!"

"Black Sun, please let go of my hand. It's numb."

Zhou Ke said calmly, and Old Merck let go of his hand. Zhou Ke looked down and saw tiny pale arcs of electricity dancing on his hands, paralyzing them to the point where he could no longer sense the outside world.

This may be the true power of the old psionicist.

Lightning of concentrated spiritual energy.
This thing ignores the laws of physics and can convert energy at will according to the user's ideas. It is really a magical thing.

"Big Black Sun?"

Old Merck muttered to himself as he backed away until he reached the wall, then raised his head to look at the gorgeous purple moon above his head.

No one knew what kind of weird brainstorming was going on in this guy's crazy mind. Anyway, after Zhou Ke helped Ajie complete the injection with several syringes marked with "Important Assets of the Acholi Group", that guy had come to a weird conclusion.

"I understand, it's heresy!"

He rushed to Zhou Ke with disheveled hair and said to him with a solemn oath:

"No wonder the God of the End is always angry. No wonder it is difficult for followers like me to see him. There are heretics interfering with this sacred devouring! The disaster of this world is not bestowed by our God. That is just a sad lie. It is the gods of the heretics who wove all this and put the blame on the noble Destroyer!
The black sun you see is proof of the existence of heresy!
Ha, I understand!
No wonder Wu Qinhu has become like this!
No wonder the Tiger State founded by us has fallen to this point. It's all because of the heretics who are seducing us from behind. Those simple, fanatical and pitiful children have deviated from the right path because of this. If there is a God, there must be a devil; if there is a heaven, there must be a hell; if there is a sky, there must be an abyss!
Ah, I see.
God's proclamation was conveyed in the midst of blood and rain. I must eliminate those heretics immediately!
I must grant them pure destruction in the name of the End.
Hahahaha!

I understand!
This is the meaning of my existence up to this moment. Oh, honorable God, I have understood everything. Thank you for your enlightenment. I know what I should do!

Hahahaha, I get it, I get it!"

The old madman screamed, danced wildly and laughed.

He waved his hands under Zhou Ke's gaze, and a metal steel mace or "staff" flew into his hands from the corner. He dragged the thing while chanting in a muffled voice, kicked open the door of the medical room, and rushed out.

A few minutes later, Zhou Ke vaguely heard a scream and Old Merck's roar not far away:

"Heretics! Accept the purification of the Hand of the End!"

"boom"

The terrifying psychic lightning erupted without warning, illuminating the entire floor that had been darkened by the awakening disease.

This really scared Zhou Ke.

He ran out and saw that old Merck had disappeared, and on the ground that was "struck by lightning" lay the charred bodies of four Tiger State warriors.

"Shit! I drove the Great Wizard of Tiger Country crazy."

Zhou Ke stared at the brutal destructive power in amazement, thinking of what the crazy old Merck had said before, that if Zhou Ke was willing, he would kill everyone in the Castle of the End for the "Lord Sacrifice" and even assassinate Wu Qinhu.

Considering that guy's current "extremely beautiful" mental state, it is very likely that he really went to do this.

"What a sin."

Zhou Ke couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Although he had never hinted or explicitly asked old Merck to do this dangerous thing, at this moment he still looked around with a guilty conscience, feeling as if he had become an unforgivable "instigator".

With this feeling, Zhou Ke returned to the medical room.

It will take some time for Ajie to wake up, but the injections are obviously taking effect. Ajie's skin, which was charred by the high-intensity electric grid, is now falling off and regenerating rapidly, and his already exaggerated muscles are bulging again.

Even in a coma, Zhou Ke could hear Ajie's cries of pain.

This new drug was probably sent to Hubang by the Acholi Group for experiments, but was accidentally taken away by Ajie.

This is probably the legendary "fate", which is really indescribable.

"Joker, this machine has used the simplest triangulation method, using the signals from the communicators carried by the Tiger State warriors, to locate the location of the traitor Mark and his followers."

The Enlightenment Device suddenly spoke:
"This machine also forged a mobilization order from Tiger's Nest to a team of 300 people patrolling the city, asking them to go to the sewers to snipe the fugitives. Do you want those pathetic guys to die quietly, or to announce their imminent death in person with a sense of ritual?"

"Oh? Is there still this option?"

Zhou Ke raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ajie who was still unconscious. He said with interest:

"Come on. We are free anyway. There is a dangerous lunatic patrolling outside. Going out now is not a good option. Let's play with them first."

(End of this chapter)