Latent Syndrome

Chapter 176 175. The Silent King

Bang bang...

Four hundred meters above the high building, Colin fired twice, expressionlessly blowing Cohen's head off.

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 killed 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 disgusted with the physical labor in this dream, and is just waiting for the unnecessary repetitions to come.

Whether it's the blades or the guns, those who kill and those who are killed.

And those faces, bleeding and weeping.

It's all too...obvious and boring.

How long have you been here? How many months? One year? Even several years?

Is the time here consistent with the outside world? Could it be that he is already dead and this is his 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.

Also...did I actually be able to use visions just now? Hugo is really 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 because of time?

Phenomenology of Spirit.

Freedom and restraint, infinity and limitation, 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 monster came to find him 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's a long time measured in epochs, as for the last second.

Even Hugo himself didn't know how long it was, but that kind of time must be something that not even the celestial bodies in the universe can contend with, and will collapse and undergo drastic changes under the erosion of time.

What's more, even human beings with physical bodies, 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 that 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 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 tube 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 is something strange happening in the fantasy world?

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 insects to break into pieces. Colin looked extremely strange now. What was happening to him?

There is no room for hesitation anymore. Ten seconds have passed. 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 hesitated no longer.

boom!

The thought 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 have 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 snaking and sliding on the ground like snakes, 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 to be desperate, to feel dark, silent and whole, to throw away all hope."

"If you find a way to end this, it's also a trap and will only strengthen its grip."

"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 only brings 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, running towards Colin.

Two of the drills, one red and one green, crawled 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.