The blade swept across the back of the "interlocutor's" neck. And in the near-frozen observation world, the fist-sized electronic demon let out a scream, and this sound did not travel through the air, or rather, without a transmission process, but appeared directly in my mind. Even though the animatronic demon didn't open its mouth, the moment the voice appeared, I was sure that it was the animatronic demon's cry. The blood that originally flowed back from the broken neck, and the huge difference in breaking through the speed suddenly burst out, and the corpse of the "interlocutor" was like a turret, and the huge amount of blood that suddenly splashed was a cannonball. For a split second, the speed at which blood was splattering in all directions filled it with terrifying destructive power.

It was precisely because of the attack speed that only erupted at this moment that I was more and more sure that the scene in front of me was a trap specially arranged for me by these people after studying me. They wanted to rely on this short-range, sudden, high-speed attack to negate my advantage in speed.

I don't think they have yet to figure out what kind of mystery my Rush is, and they're just setting up a trap for "High Speed" itself, which I've encountered many times in past battles. Therefore, in the face of this sudden attack, even if it seems overwhelming and lacks dodge distance, there is still no wave in my heart.

The reference changed again, and this change was something that could be done with just a thought, and unless the attack was so fast and sudden that I didn't even have time to generate an idea, I couldn't erase the advantage of "relatively fast". I'm still the fastest of all in the area. This is true whether it is reaction speed, attack speed, or movement speed.

The dense blood splatters were devastating due to their extreme speed, but if they couldn't catch up with me, it still didn't help. The long knife sliced the electro-demon in half at a faster rate, and at the same time, I could clearly observe that the corpse of the "interlocutor" who had lost his head was swelling. It was obvious that it was about to explode.

The moment I slashed the electronic demon, I was already retreating faster than the blood spurt, and with the speed increased by switching references, I would have lost both of the attacks if I didn't dodge. After the attack is complete, it is still enough to retreat and dodge the attacks that have already taken shape. In my observations, the splatters of blood, half a meter away from the neck, were extremely fast. However, by the time I reached a distance of one meter, it was already at the same speed as me, and by the time I was a meter away, it was already relatively slow.

And my long knife can inflict terrible damage within two meters. Before the blood entered my defense, I had done all the attacks. As I retreated, the relative distance between me and the splashed blood was widening further. True, these people design traps. It is very difficult for the attacker to react in a sudden, equally high-speed counterattack when he is self-sustaining and fearless, and he is hit hard, but the speed sweep is not simply high speed.

All the attackers who burst into the house, and the damage they caused, along with all their reactions, seemed to be frozen in this space in a state of rapid sweep that changed the reference and accelerated again. The doorway was forcibly opened. The windows were shattered, even the wooden walls were smashed, and the roof was collapsing, every gap. All have at least one hostile figure, at least one attacking action solidified. They are unleashing their mysterious powers, most of them are electronic demons, some of them have completely emerged, and some of them are only half of their bodies in the shadows, however. Except for the fist-sized electronic demon before, there is no "mysterious" occurrence that can match my speed, or directly eliminate the process of occurrence, and directly present the result of what happened.

Even if it is a mystical power, if it does not have enough time to take effect, it is powerless. However, even the mystery that can play its role the fastest, for me, from the time it is cast to the time it takes shape, it is still a kind of expression of speed. Even at this time, I still didn't use the other effect of the speed sweep - the relative speed of consciousness.

Relatively quicker consciousness means that as soon as the other person's thoughts arise, I can complete the attack. They are included in the attack before their consciousness-dominant behavior is generated. But in the same way, after upgrading to a level 4 magic pattern, performing such a trait for the first time, and winning in battle, I realized that this is not an invincible ability in the true sense of the word. To debunk this effect is as simple as acting before the conscious action, or acting unconsciously. And for occult experts, it is not uncommon for them to rely only on intuition and instinct to fight.

In this kind of mystical battle, once you really understand the characteristics of the opponent's mystery, you can set traps for this trait, not to weaken the threat of mystery, but to prevent mystical from playing an unexpected role, or to defeat the opponent in unexpected ways.

Therefore, even if he has to reveal his "mystery" in order to cooperate with the battle, it is only limited to the way his power is manifested on the surface, and his real secret is still buried in the heart of the mysterious expert himself.

The same goes for the speed sweep. It is not invincible, not even the strongest, it is terrible only because others can only see the high-speed phenomenon, but cannot understand the cause of the high-speed phenomenon. As soon as the "relatively fast" secret is revealed, the enemy will rightfully prepare the corresponding mystery. In a mystical world of strange and endless possibilities, "relatively fast" has been proven many times to be not inexplicable. I know very well that the victory I have achieved in many battles is not that the enemy does not have targeted strength, but simply that in battle, even if I am lucky enough to have the mysterious power for the quick sweep, it will be solved in advance with an unimaginable speed because I don't have time to adapt and analyze.

Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't let the other party have time to explore and explode, for me, the strongest way to fight is to kill the opponent without even having time to think about it.

I have always lived to this philosophy. Nothing has changed in the past in the Doomsday Fantasy or in the Doomsday Fantasy of the present, whether it is in the past when you are not aware of the "relatively fast" nature of the Swift Sweep, or in the present when you have realized it and developed it deeply.

Mercedes-benz, constantly galloping. An invisible high-speed passage coils around the enemy who has already seen their figure.

The arrows and bullets that shot out were as slow as a snail in the face of such speed. Only the sword in the hand. You can synchronize it with your own speed.

For me, it's just rushing up and slashing the immobile enemy. But in the eyes of the enemy, and in the shooting of any camera. It must be a vivid, swords-and-light scene.

I've seen countless videos of myself fighting after the fact. In an instant, the staggered sharpness of the crowd cut through all the enemies.

Even I was amazed by the sight. It's hard to imagine that it's the image of your own power in the eyes of others. Because, Mercedes-Benz itself in the invisible high-speed aisle, can not see this kind of scene.

I didn't even look closely at what the enemies were like when they broke doors, windows, walls, and ceilings, and for me, when they attacked from the enemy's position, they looked like them, their gender, their dress, and so on. It doesn't make much sense. If it is a beautiful and temperamental woman, of course, it looks pleasing to the eye, but it is not a reason for her subordinates to be merciful. It's just that, if some people have to stay, of course, women have a higher priority.

But at this moment, I didn't spare any hands, and in the rapid blade, everyone's body, whether it was a man, a woman, or a child, was dismantled.

After that, I broke out of the cabin. Stop by the lake. When he turned to look, first a burst of blood pierced through all sides of the room, and then an even more surging force, in the blink of an eye. From the inside, the wooden house that has been turned into a hornet's nest has been exploded.

I heard screams, but the sound of thunder quickly drowned them out.

There may be people alive, but not everyone will live. What I care about is the "interlocutor", although I cut off his body at the first time, but. This guy is a consciousness walker. According to the past impression, every consciousness walker will not simply be killed. For them, while important, it is not absolutely necessary. They rely on their own consciousness, walk in the consciousness of others, rely on their own consciousness, and walk in the dreams of others, which means that they can also exist in the world of various states of consciousness only in the form of consciousness.

I think the "interlocutor" will be no exception.

"Yes, Mr. Takakawa. I wouldn't be an exception. In front of the destroyed wooden house, the figure of the "interlocutor" suddenly appeared, his back to me, but it gave me the impression that he was not observing the destroyed wooden house. He just turned his back to me, and this kind of action also made people feel that there was a certain profound meaning, as if once they turned around and let people see their faces, something else would happen.

The "interlocutor" appeared without warning, even though I kept staring in that direction, I didn't see the process of his appearance, and when I realized it, he was already there.

I know that he is not physical, but more like an illusion, like a vivid hallucinations in the mind of a mentally ill person. Did he walk into my consciousness? I don't think so, but at least, he's still interfering with my consciousness to make me see him like this. And he seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Of course I do." The interlocutor said, "I can't go into your heart, but I can talk to the monster inside you." This is something that I don't understand. You know the existence of that monster, and you must know the secret of the end of the world. You know very well that the end is irresistible, so why do so many futile things? ”

"You say, can you talk to it?" I restrained myself from thinking about "it". But I know what the "it" in the mouth of the interlocutor may be. There have always been only two monsters in my heart, and these two are the same in many cases. However, because I am so close to "it", I also wonder if the interlocutor is really someone who can talk to "it"? In other words, it is strange that after talking to "it", it is not completely distorted from the inside out.

As far as I know, any information that comes into contact with "it" is presented in an incomprehensible "garbled code".

The "interlocutor" seems to indicate that after talking to "it", he has gained some revelation that determines his behavior. It's like the occult who has received a destiny inspired by the gods.

"That's right, Mr. Takakawa, I've got a revelation. I'm not the same as you as a séance, but I'm also someone who can talk to gods - I know that the word god doesn't mean much from a mystical point of view, but that doesn't prevent us from using this analogy to recognize similar situations. The interlocutor turned his back to me and said, "To be honest, I can't understand the meaning of your zài, Mr. Takakawa, and I can't understand your choice, but since you have zài, it is reasonable, and since you have chosen so, it must be reasonable." Your saviva, your choices, even if they seem unreasonable, are only the result of limited vision, and I believe that in the distant and long past, your savior and your choices must have driven its will. It is also possible ...... It is its will itself. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I asked.

He said so many things, but it was impossible to find the focus of his thoughts.

"My thoughts?" The interlocutor let out a low chuckle, "I don't have any ill will towards you. I just wanted to have a more in-depth conversation with it. However, I was so far away from it that it was difficult to talk to. Maybe it seems to you that I know a lot of things, but I would say that I don't really know anything, so I want to have more conversations with it. ”

In other words, the real purpose of doing so much is to bring himself closer to "it" in order to have a deeper conversation?

"Yes, yes." The interlocutor said, "I don't have the power of my own, and even if I do, it's not enough for it to come." However, Mr. Takakawa, you are a séance, so your existence has the meaning of letting it come. So, I'm just pushing the process. ”

"To be honest, I don't believe that the one I talked to is the same as the one I know." I say.

"Maybe, who knows?" The interlocutor did not waver, "only after talking, can it be understood." ”

"Since you claim to have talked to it, you should understand how dangerous it is." I say.

"Of course, but the interlocutor is never afraid of the dangers of conversation. Because, the conversation is the meaning of the interlocutor's existence. The interlocutor replied, "When I talk to you, I look forward to the changes that this conversation will bring. Well, see you soon. ”

I didn't say anything to keep it. I know that he will never act according to my heart and thoughts. As if dazzled, the figure of the interlocutor vanished, leaving only the ruined wooden house in sight. (To be continued.) )