Although I was very suspicious of what kind of material these strange ant eggs were made of, they were so elastic that they were almost invulnerable.

However, he didn't have much time to think about all this, because his state and movements didn't allow him to be distracted to do anything else.

I saw that it was relying on the soul heavy sword in his left hand and the pomegranates with the stone barbs scattered on the top stone wall, constantly swapping his left and right hands.

Grasp these things that help you get through this difficult road.

I saw that it was like a gibbon monkey, relying on the strength of its arms to support its body and fly forward between the jungles.

It's exactly the same as Pomegranate's actions right now, but it's a pity.

In the end, it is only temporary, and it does not swing on its arms all year round, and it can be described as a gibbon monkey with amazing arm strength, even if the distance is long, it is not a problem.

And the pomegranate at the moment, under the very clumsy and difficult, can be described as a frightening step by step forward and pace, every time his figure crosses a certain distance, he flies out.

It was a barbed stone that would fall with it, and the fingers on one pair of hands could no longer be counted.

It was the pomegranate that had not yet leaped to the destination he had in mind, and he couldn't help frowning and looking at the more and more dense above his head right now.

But the further forward it is, the fewer stone barbs there are, as if something has deliberately cleaned up, causing the pomegranate to progress more slowly and slower.

Pomegranate, whose movement is also quite restricted because of the scarcity of stone barbs that become scarcer the further forward in his path.

As a result, the further forward you go, the fewer stone thorns you can grasp, and you have to subconsciously slow down.

It's even more because these stone barbs that are fragile later seem to have been intentionally removed by some being, and they are actually more fragile than the other.

After grabbing it for a few seconds, it wasn't enough for Pomegranate to make the next move. It didn't give Pomegranate a chance at all, and then it was a stone barb that immediately broke and fell.

Under such an incomprehensible extreme fragility, and I don't know if it's because of the age, they are all like weathered wood, and they will shatter when touched.

Or because they have been shocked by the powerful force, so that they have long lost their previous hardness and toughness, in short, thanks to the unsupported support of these stone barbs.

It can be said that he is a pomegranate that has fallen into bad luck, and after catching the next stone thorn, he has not given him extra time, that is, he must quickly find the pomegranate that the next stone thorn has swung past.

Although this saves a lot of forward swinging action, which saves time and energy, but they are the only ones who do not save opportunities, and they don't even give Pomegranate a chance to think superbly.

Just looking for the next way out, that is the pomegranate who is already exhausted, and when he reacts.

He was already taken by the incomparably faster pace to the pomegranate who didn't know where, or had reached the end of the path he could move forward now.

Looking at the front of him, it had been swept away by an unknown existence, and no matter how flat it was, there was no trace of stone thorns at all, and the ceiling and rock wall were not at all.

Although Pomegranate had thought about using the soul heavy sword in his hand to directly open a path, using the soul heavy sword to insert it into the rock wall, so as to avoid falling down.

But what is helpless is that it is as if God had made a big joke with him, or perhaps someone else has already noticed the stone barbs on the rock wall of the ceiling.

Not only did it deliberately erase all the inverted stone thorns in the direction of the pomegranate he was heading, but it also didn't know what kind of erasing method it used.

Not only did the concave stone barbs disappear, but the rock wall of the ceiling in front of the pomegranate became as scattered and fragile as sand.

Although the soul heavy sword was directly inserted into it, it was because of this, it was like inserting it into a pile of sand, and it could be pulled out with a single pull, and it couldn't support Pomegranate's weight at all.

The rock wall that continued to move forward was undoubtedly the last way forward that Pomegranate could do.

For some reason, it was a pomegranate who suddenly felt funny, or that he was really "at the end of the road" and was just in the current situation.

It is under the embarrassing and desperate situation that there is no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground.

It was a pomegranate that suddenly felt that he was only one step away from despair, and he had unknowingly touched its pomegranate.

It was only after he really faced it that he realized that he was really a poor donkey, or a pomegranate who was at a loss and couldn't solve it.

Facing the empty place in front of him, there was no ceiling and stone wall where he could settle down, and it seemed that there was only Pomegranate who raised his hands and surrendered obediently.

In such a complicated mood in my heart, I saw that even though I was unwilling to face such a helpless result in my heart.

But in the end, it seemed that the pomegranate had only made a compromise with reality, and as the brittle and short stone thorns in his hand fluttered in the wind like weathered sand.

Losing his last support, it was the pomegranate that flew down without suspense in the next moment, under the extremely violent downward momentum.

I saw that it was falling so fast, exactly the same as when he had gathered enough strength to fly up before.

But the slight difference is that compared to the confidence and happiness when he first leaped up, this time he will carry more frustration and helplessness of Pomegranate.

When he fell on his back, he looked at the stone wall of the ceiling that was getting farther and farther away from him.

For some reason, it was a pomegranate in a very strange state that suddenly came to an idea, or should it be said that it was in a very mysterious state.

While looking at the ceiling rock wall that was getting farther and farther away from him, he actually thought "Don't just fall to the ground, or just stop forever, don't let the pomegranate that comes in the second comes."

Under such a strange and attentive idea, he actually realized this. Just under the sudden subtlety or slowness of his own perception.

His own thoughts, which seemed to have been stalled, were in a state where Pomegranate couldn't reach his current state of rapid decline.

It was a pomegranate who only felt that his soul seemed to be out of his body, and he only felt that everything around him was running at a speed that had been slowed down dozens of times.

And in this regard, although I don't know what this is all about, I don't feel anything bad, or this weird feeling brings me a completely different feeling.

It's as if time is slowing down, and he is just like this pomegranate in this slow-moving, even stagnant world. In the rare can do a sense of freedom, unrestrained.

It was not greedy for enjoyment, but in a very clear mind, even far more sober than usual.

Looking at the environment I am in now, although under the extremely slow trajectory of movement, it is as if I am frozen in space.

However, this is not the case, and that does not slow down time.

In other words, it is just from the perspective of one's own thoughts, from the perspective of entering an incomparably magical, can be said to be mysterious and mysterious, it can be said that the thoughts transcend the physical action.

As a result, he has reached this weird and terrifying realm, and he can't explain this strange metaphysical thing.

But after all, he knew that the current matter should not be a bad pomegranate for him. Looking at the free-falling body he was in, he was still densely packed with mutant ant eggs under him.

Obviously, even if he had just made a series of Tarzan-like operations, he still couldn't get out of this trap that was like an infrared inspection facility for outsiders.

Compared to pure infrared light, this thing is a lot more substantial.

After all, these are made of flesh, but they also represent untouchable things.

Pomegranate could believe that if he did fall now, he would randomly smash one of the mutant ant eggs.

Then this thing could be an alarm, or maybe the destruction of itself is telling the mutant queen that an alien has been here.

In this regard, it is related to his ultimate goal and plan, and he really doesn't want to leave any pomegranates in his future actions.

It was out of this wish that Pomegranate couldn't help but think, as much as possible to take advantage of such a magic, although he didn't know why he entered the world under slow time.

But as long as you take advantage of this opportunity to make effective use of it, then you must be able to change the final result, and it is out of this thought.

I saw that no matter what, he had to turn around first, so as to observe what the situation under him was, he didn't even think about it, and he tried extremely hard to turn around his body.

Unexpectedly, before he could twist his body, he was the first to find a very embarrassing and epic pomegranate.

It's because after repeated attempts to find that my body can't move in the current slow world, as if I'm really just a simple out-of-body soul.

It's just that the strong acuity of the soul and consciousness transcends one's own body, so that it is more clearly aware of the various things around it, and it can almost reach an incomparably subtle state.

Just like a camera, the higher the pixel and focal length, the better the camera, and even the one that can clearly capture what is happening in a split second.

For example, the smallest in the world, but it is the most astonishingly fast, almost beyond the hummingbird that is visible to the naked eye.

It is obviously beyond the visible existence of the human eye, but it can be photographed by the camera in seconds, and this camera is compared to the pomegranate under the eyes.

That is only the ability to observe and perceive is so powerful that he can even act and observe in the world of 0.01 second.

But in the same way, that is, only the consciousness and soul can do this, and the body still can't keep up with the extremely sharp speed of consciousness.

Naturally, he couldn't control his body, and when Pomegranate noticed this, it was already too late.

It was from his consciousness that he entered this world that seemed to accelerate, and that was after he tried to move his body to no avail, and then gradually became aware of the problem.

It's about two or three seconds before and after, although for the average person, maybe a second or two is just a blink of an eye.

But in fact, it's quite a long time for perception to be amazing.

Or take hummingbirds and humans as an example, to make a simple comparison, the same time is two or three seconds, human two or three seconds can do nothing.

At most, it's a blink of an eye, or a turn of the head. Even simply peeling a banana takes more time than that.

In comparison, the hummingbird, which moves at an astonishing speed, may have flown a distance of several meters in just two or three seconds.

So in short, time exists in different ways, and there are different concepts between different beings, such as physical energy, spirit, and in short, strength and weakness.

Even within human beings, it can be said that there are differences, but not in terms of perception, just the most common things.

That's for an ordinary person and a Wall Street businessman, for a person who can't achieve anything, or just a simple office worker.

Two or three seconds is simply the passage of time, and it has no value. And for a Wall Street businessman who has money circulating all the time, even every second.

In two or three seconds, thousands of transactions may be lost and changed.

After all, we all know that Wall Street businessmen basically play stocks, and stocks are constantly changing every second, and a big rise in stocks may make you a lot of money in the last second.

It is also possible that a big drop in the next second will make you bankrupt in an instant and go directly to the rooftop.

Naturally, the so-called two or three seconds of time have completely different values and meanings in the eyes of different people.

Some people attach great importance to these two or three seconds, and some people wish that these two or three seconds should pass quickly, so that they can go home from work early.

And the current pomegranate, if you have to summarize him, he should be a hummingbird and a Wall Street businessman, but the difference is compared to that.

(End of chapter)