Since ancient times, the Moon has had mysterious magic.

No matter where you are, whoever sees the sun will be able to see the moonlight in the same way. So without considering the [month] itself, thousands of years of rumors have given [the month] a concept.

It may be difficult to describe that word in human terms, but unlike the day, which can live peacefully, the night represented by the moon represents the most dangerous time of the day.

It was a "cold" night, and the ancient Shaliye gazed at the earth with his evil eyes, taking away the warmth of the light. It was the night of the "killing", and Artemis raised his bow and arrows in the dark jungle to hunt his "enemies". It was a "distant" night, and the beauty of Kaguyahime, surrounded by gorgeous feathers, gradually drifted to the other side that only the smoke and dust of Mt. Fuji could reach.

If I had to use one word to explain the moon, it would be "outside the people", and in those nights when there were no lights, only the bright and bright moonlight could illuminate everything that was dark.

So, the aliens are the ones who like to bathe in the moonlight the most. Even though by nature, they prefer to quietly annotate their magic in the shadows, but the concept of "outside of people" can make them more powerful. Therefore, since ancient times, there has been a legend that the flower of the moon can ignite demons, and in all the strange talks, [moon] will be mentioned to a greater or lesser extent.

A sinuous snake shadow soothedly unfolded under the moon.

It's late at night, and the noise of human activity on the silent streets has long since faded, and only the silent flashing neon signs, as well as the domestic garbage in the corners where the lights can't shine, can show the ownership of this land.

However, this is not the case at night.

Night is always an alien time.

The hard scales rubbed against the ground, countless horizontal stripes rubbed against the concrete floor, and the muscles between the ribs and the scales closed one by one, slowly but forcefully propelling the body forward, without making the slightest sound.

The back of the stratum corneum, and the myriad of bony spikes that snakes could never possess, shimmered with a cold light, and the pure silver bones refracted the countless neon rays shining from under the storefront into the distance, and in the extreme distance, a half-arc of light rippled up and down regularly, like breathing.

The head of this snake shadow is not one of those flat snake heads, but a human face that will only appear in the deepest nightmares, forever dominant in strange conversations.

It is a beautiful face that only the most beautiful girls have, the finely carved small mouth is inlaid on a melon seed face with a perfect arc, and a pair of water-cut eyes seem to be able to drip water as if they want to cry, which makes people unconsciously rise from the bottom of their hearts to protect her for a lifetime. A long black and thick hair spilled on a snake-like body, wrapped around a steely exoskeleton but had another beauty.

The moonlight was falling uncontrollably.

The beauty's face was a longing color, and she or rather, it hovered in the middle of the street, and her figure grew until it was above the tallest roof. Like a snake, or rather its true instinct, it staggered its jaw.

Real snakes actually have a cartilage in their jaws, and they are able to open their mouths to the point of almost a flat angle, so that they can swallow food equivalent to 8~10 times the size of their own head - just like they do now.

As it moved, the light of the entire street seemed to dim a little.

No, it didn't seem, it really darkened, mixed with the colorful neon light, mixed with the concept of the moon that humans worshipped, and the magic of the moon itself, which was swallowed into its throat like a whale sucking water.

The light on the street was getting darker and darker, and a layer of white fog began to spread.

It was its power, the combination of the essence of the demon dream, the miasma of the leylines, and the resentment of the human race before death, and in a long time, it gave birth to a personality or intelligence, and thus became able to play with the most cunning otherworldly, enough to be called the power of the fantasy species.

Now, it is the "season of the wind", the season when Youmu is hunted on a large scale, and it has gained the same wisdom as humans, and it already knows how to hide from humans, whether it is hiding its body in the deserted streets, or recovering from injuries with the help of moonlight.

Yes, injuries.

As its body gradually unfolded, coiling under a mass of body, revealing a terrifying wound, as if the rotting flesh was dragging it on the exposed body, and a highly toxic green liquid dripped from it, and the liquid that was different from normal substances could easily corrode the ground.

From the long, narrow, sword-like wound, you can clearly see countless insect-like things wriggling inside, and countless wriggling and gnawing sounds come from the pitch-black internal organs.

The wound is gradually healing.

"Shhhh

A slender voice came from its mouth, as if it was pleased by the lightening of its injuries.

Outside of it, in a slightly old clothing store, a slightly petite figure appeared in the middle of a myriad of plastic models with stiff limbs and grim expressions.

It seemed that it had been hidden for a long time, and the petite figure first took a few breaths of air quickly, and then choked on the ubiquitous dust in the air, but covered his mouth in time and did not let the cough out.

As if struggling, the petite figure put his hand on his chest, where something reflected the cold light.

The next moment, the light broke away from the chest of the petite figure.

At the same time, a red glasses fell.

"Ding~!"

There were two sounds, and the sound of a hard object on the tiles was heard far away in the silent old storefront.

And in the countless storefronts with human figures in stiff postures, two pale blue lights, dragged by something, were extremely conspicuous in the darkness.

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"You know, Future Sauce, the meaning of our existence."

"Well, you know, I always like to think about things from other angles, so I don't know anything about the answers of magicians in general. However, I know that those of us who have [power] are the weakest beings in the world. ”

"Don't be in a hurry to refute it yet, can you listen to it well?"

This is what the senior said, "You should never forget it for the rest of your life", but I didn't expect that I would still remember it.

The bandage on his right hand was carried away by the wind under the high-speed movement, and countless black-red colors began to surge from the wound on the tiger's mouth that had been preserved.

"We are the current rulers of this planet, and the principles of man have been shining on this world since the first year of the Common Era, but is this world really an outlier among us who stand behind human society and silently manipulate the development of the world? Are those of us who have power really the ultimate rulers of the world? ”

"The majority of people obey the orders and guidelines of a few, and walk in the world in mediocrity, so why don't we, the existence of the minority, depend on the majority?"

"Material dependence aside, but in the future, you must know that according to the statistics of the Clock Tower, if one day, all ordinary people disappear from this planet, those of us who hold the power will die out because of the snatching of materials in just a week, even if it is a forcibly established order, no more than an era, the history of mankind will completely disappear on the planet."

"What I want to say is, spiritual dependence."

Reciting the sentences in the "Jizo King Sutra" at high speed, his left and right hands received them to his chest, and with a wave of it, countless black inscriptions appeared on the black-red crystallized sword thrown out of the blood.

Beneath his feet, the air seemed to be like a spider's web, and the girl's feet had borrowed their strength before they touched the ground, and the Otherworldly Warrior in the dark night silently ran towards the existence of the beautiful woman's head held high and the body entrenched in the street.

"You know [hint], right? That is the lowest level, anyone who has been exposed to the knowledge of magic can use words, words, eyes, gestures to perform moves, even those ordinary people who are proficient in psychology, can also be able to lay a deep 'anchor' in a person's heart between a sentence or two. ”

"Although Japan because of that pretending to be a public. People. Right. Pro, it is impossible to use hints, but in the general part of the world, it is already the norm to give hints to all those who have seen magic. ”

"Why should those of us who have power be wary of ordinary people? If you know it, why hint at ordinary people? When I was in school, my teacher told me that it was to prevent the transmission of mystery, that concealment is the essence of magic, and that the more people know and use it, the more the power will be dispersed and weakened. ”

"But that's a distorted fact, it's a hidden truth, and if only [hidden] is [mysterious], then what is 'Schrödinger's cat'? Our Helsing family has really seen a 'Schrödinger's cat', which is observable and unobservable, does it have 1/2 of the power of the root? ”

"If [mystery] is such a superficial thing, then how did the heroes who fought on the battlefield in the most ancient times be watched by thousands of enemies, and their forms of strength sung from generation to generation? They're obviously not 'mysterious' anymore! What does inhibition do? So can their high mystery only be obtained from the inhibition to counteract the side effects of being known? So what is legend? ”

"If it is not known for the sake of the dispersion and weakening of power, then wouldn't the irregular movement of 'Brownian motion' be part of the magic? I've never seen anyone other than me weave variables into their magic. ”

On the side of my ears, it seems that the wild laughter of the boy at that time is still echoing, it is the laughter of a child who seems to have discovered some secret hidden by the elders, it is like a mockery of the whole world of magicians.

In front of him, the monster that was still devouring the moonlight in the distance spotted the attacking girl, and its beautiful and bewishing face showed an unpredictable smile, twisting its body, and sliding in the direction of the girl's advance.

In his hand, the Blood Tai Knife, which had been clenched for a long time, became slender under the will of the Otherworldly Warrior, and the Buddhist inscription on it trembled violently, and traces of golden brilliance appeared.

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PS: The above words are purely lip service...... I thought I could finish it in one chapter, but it turned out that we underestimated our water ability QAQ.

[Please call us to digress and distort from the building! ] 】

PS2: By the way, don't delve into the above words, that's our own opinion on the distortion of the worldview of the moon - I have long thought that the "mysterious" theory is very strange, and the use of it will disperse the power can still be considered, but I know that it will disperse I'm sorry, I want to see the gem Weng use the second method, at least 200 people per year, and the base of 1400 years must be counted...... Knowing that it will disperse the mysteries, what is the significance of the school at that time? If you spread your knowledge, you'll at least see it, right?

PS3: Again, don't be too particular about the above words...... Because we don't know how to reply to Moon Kitchen