The eye of the moon, which was like two cell bodies, was cracked, squeezed and dented by some force, and seemed to be pierced for a while, and the internal pressure tore the shell from the broken place, I seemed to be able to hear the sound, but in fact there was no sound that vibrated the eardrum, and I could feel that there was an invisible, invisible fluid leaving out of the eye of the moon, like a needle piercing a pustule, leaving pus from it, and these invisible pus spread and spread in the void of the universe, spreading, like pouring water, In that period of time, when the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut failed to react in time, it turned into an unusually large silhouette, submerging the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut.

Yes, in the eyes of the naked eye, the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts, who had incarnated as the source of the black water, were still in place, surrounded by the void of the universe where there was nothing else, and the terrifying and huge silhouette was like my feelings, directly outlining such an illusion in my mind. I don't know what exactly is flowing out of the eye of the moon, and it seems that it can't be removed directly, but in the feeling that it exists again, and it is impossible for the four heavenly courtyards to be swallowed by such a strange thing without any problems.

The Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts, which were like a mass of black water gathering, were suddenly elongated, as if the dough was being kneaded and stretched, and when the black water burst outward as if struggling, the waterlines that sputtered out were completely unable to detach from the body, but as if they were thousands of silk threads, grabbed by some strange force, pulled in the direction of the Eye of the Moon. In my field of vision, countless black threads floated in the direction of the Eye of the Moon, not like the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts fighting back in this spreading way, but more like she was being "disintegrated" in this way.

My intuition tells me that this is the change in the eye of the moon, the damage caused to the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, and this feeling of "decomposition" is real, and it is exactly the crisis that the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut must face. Youjiang fights on its own, but that doesn't mean. She can only rely on the strength of the female humanoid in front of her, as the final weapon of the Nazis, and all the power that the Nazis have accumulated in this repeater world has been integrated into her power to some extent.

The right Jiang we have to face is not just a "humanoid individual", the horror and madness embodied in her. It is undoubtedly the result of the actions and wisdom of the Nazis. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to think of it as a group concept. Of course, even if you look at Youjiang in this way, the Four Heavenly Courtyard Jia Coconut is not bad.

So, what will be done? In a sense, it is also a "decisive weapon" specially prepared by NOG and District 51 for this battlefield.

However, unlike all the scenarios I imagined, Shitenin Gacoco did not resist anything. In other words, I don't feel that there are too many signs of resistance, it's not that she hasn't struggled, but the process and result of her behavior doesn't make people feel like "doing their best". The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, which are the same as the source of black water, are right in front of my eyes, stretched and decomposed by that strange power. Turned into countless filaments, along invisible pipes. It flows into two cell-like Eye of the Moon. Although I can't count it clearly, I still feel that the number of black wires absorbed by the left and right cell bodies is basically the same, and it is divided in half, and there will be no one with more and one with less. With such an absolute balance of quantity, the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut was divided into two parts, which were absorbed into the interior of the Eye of the Moon.

It was as if all the bodily fluids had poured out, and the Eye of the Moon, which had become shriveled up, after devouring the black silk. It began to swell again, and by the time the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts had completely disappeared, the Eye of the Moon had become full and full of vitality. It squirmed like a stomach pouch, making people feel like they were digesting, and there was a feeling of being overwhelmed, as if every movement was painful, so it wouldn't do more in a short period of time.

If you think about such a scene with common sense, of course, you will think that the Four Heavenly Courtyard has failed. However, I can't be sure if the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaco has deliberately turned into this, and it will be calculated, or if it is really a gutter capsized. I'm more inclined to the former, but such thoughts won't do me any good, and once such thoughts turn into a "fluke" mentality, then I will have to face the worst case scenario - I must face the right river and the eye of the moon head-on.

However, for the time being, what I need to face is only Youjiang. The wriggling of the Eye of the Moon was heavy and calm, and although it was full of life and oppression, it did not make people feel any further movement.

I looked at Youjiang, and she licked her lips, as if she had eaten bread and licked the crumbs off the corners of her mouth, almost making me mistakenly think that it was not the eye of the moon that had eaten the coconut of the Four Heavenly Courtyards, or was it the eye of the moon that had become the current posture was actually another stomach pouch of Youjiang? Just like many women crave sweets, and claim that the stomach for sweets is not the same as the stomach for the main meal?

Anyway, Youjiang has already turned this way. My brain and nerves tensed up when she looked at me.

That terrible attack, the terrifying force that would kill you at the slightest mistake, is about to strike. I couldn't help but have this thought, and then I began to rush away, as if fleeing. No, strictly speaking, I'm just running away, and it should never be embellished with any explanation, I have the courage to continue, but there is definitely no lack of fear, on the other hand, if you describe the mood at this time, the proportion of fear is probably the overwhelming. I'm used to it, though.

This kind of situation where you have to have the courage and will to fight back in extreme fear, in extremely bad situations, I don't know how many times in the past. From the very beginning, I knew very well that I was not a superman, nor was I a protagonist with absolute power, and even my luck was not very good. However, no matter how frightened I was, no matter how dangerous the situation was, no matter how great the pressure was, I could still take action, and maybe that was my strength.

One of the few advantages.

Escaping also has the advantage of escaping, which means that any situation that arises for oneself is premised on the "crisis", focusing on feeling, observing, and thinking, and then, you will perceive more vulnerabilities than usual, these vulnerabilities cannot be used to attack, if you think that this is an opportunity, you will definitely be seen through and used by the other party, but it is more dangerous than attacking head-on.

Time in the blink of an eye, with a normal person's sense of time. It's definitely just a matter of moments, and I'm already 10,000 meters away. But this distance is still not safe, because the opponent is a monster, so the "distance" itself is likely to become indecisive. The concept of Youjiang is very secretive, and the beginning and process of its role cannot be felt at all. When I realized it, the result had already happened, what NEWTYPE, what synchronicity, what thinking locked, in the face of such a silent mystery, it was as loud and clear as a cannonball, and people could easily feel and witness it. Recognize and respond in a timely manner.

However, the concept is reversed, and the mystery of being given such a name is completely unsure of where to start. I do have the preparation to defeat Youjiang, and I think there is enough possibility, but it is definitely not done in the current way. Or if there is no four-day courtyard ga coconut. Or maybe the four heavenly temples didn't take the action I wanted, then. My plan will fail. The only good news is that even though I already feel the breath of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, I still don't have the feeling of "the plan is shattered", as if I instinctively believe that the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut will not be killed so easily.

So, it is enough to just hold it up for a while. How long will this period be? How many seconds? Tens of seconds? A few minutes?

As I expected. Obviously, I was speeding in the opposite direction of the right river and the eye of the moon, but the huge outline of the eye of the moon was still placed in the front view, and I felt like I had spared a circle and returned to the original point. After that, it is not "far away", but "closer". Something caught up behind me, and I was still faster, but the distance between us was narrowing, and when it caught up with me—not overtaking, not parallelly, but suddenly appearing in a position that could be glimpsed out of the corner of the eye, still about a position behind, but enough for me to see—I saw clearly that it was Youjiang.

My instinct told me that the speed of this catch-up was exactly what she brought with the synchronicity of her final weapon. The concept is reversed, followed by synchronicity, without any deliberate preparation, it is natural to be able to live freely in the void of the universe, this is the "NEWTYPE", and what follows must be-

Mindset locking.

At the same time that my intuition arose, I activated the power of conscious walking. It's completely subconscious, and even, there is no clear goal. Walking in such a hazy and sudden way of consciousness made me feel falling before I was in a trance, however, the speed of falling was so fast, before I could react, the darkness was like a flash, and the cosmic void came into view again, but at this time, there was neither the eye of the moon nor the distant earth in front of me, and the stars were shining in places that made people feel far away and impossible to go, and there was nothing where they could go.

Yes, nothing, a complete vacuum, although dark, but more like under the night sky, there is no earth. I'm flying in this boundless world of light. I felt my arms waving and my body light, but it wasn't the way a person was running or gliding with his arms outstretched. I suddenly realized that I was a bird, not a human body flying.

I am just a crow, no matter the size or size, I am the most ordinary crow. I flew through the void, but I couldn't find any destination. No, I didn't intend to stop, something was chasing me, and once I stopped, I was greeted with failure, a worse end than death. It is precisely because of this feeling that I keep flying, and then again, there is nowhere to settle in this seemingly endless void.

I don't feel tired, and although I feel like I'm flying extremely fast, I can't find an exact reference to actually feel how fast I am. In this void where there is nothing, the direction and distance become meaningless, even if it is a conscious flight, but it may only be an illusion, and it may be that you are just "floating in place". Flying is an action, a feeling of moving forward, but neither the action nor the feeling can prove the movement of position, because there is no second, more definite object other than oneself.

I remember, I'm not a crow, I'm Takakawa. I was in the middle of the battle with Youjiang, no, it should be said, in the escape to avoid a head-on confrontation, I was interfered with by her conscious forces. This means that my experience, what I see and hear, is still just a phenomenon at the level of consciousness. In short, I am dreaming.

I have a nightmare of turning into a crow and flying endlessly under the night sky where I have no place to stand. There was no direction, and the light came from a place so far away that it felt unattainable, so faint that it only kept one from falling into complete darkness. There is something chasing after him, driving himself, as if as long as he stops, he will be swallowed by it, so he can't stop, and he also has a place he wants to fly, although he has no direction, and he doesn't have a specific concept of location, but he does have such a place, which he can't deny in his heart, he must fly, where he wants to go.

So, flying, flying, you won't get tired, as long as you're still flying, you'll not die, even if you don't have a direction, even if you feel distant, even if you don't feel the end, you feel like you're flying, but you don't perceive that you're moving forward, you're just putting on a futile flying pose. However, if you keep flying, there will come a day when you will reach a place that you don't even know and you have to go.

There was no sound, no more scenes, in the monotonous void, only the distant starlight twinkling, only their own thoughts fluctuating, they could not hear their own heartbeat, as if everything except the brain and wings was rigid, no, rather, it no longer existed. Even the shape of this crow is nothing more than an imaginary outline.

Even so, this fantasy crow is still aware of its own existence and is still flying with perseverance. Flying is the only thing with tangible meaning before reaching the destination that you don't even know yourself.

Time, too, loses its meaning in such flights. I don't know how long I've been thinking about it, but I just think about it, whatever I want, I think about everything, and I don't get bored. Then, the void changed. The earth slowly rises on one side, giving me a strong sense of immediacy. A force tugged at me, and I was back in the same boundless and dark universe with so much more to do.

The earth was slowly spinning, and it was supposed to be the position of the moon, and the eyes of the moon of the two cells were still agitating as always, as if digesting the food they had swallowed.

I galloped through the invisible passage of the swift sweep, ten positions away, and one position behind, was the right river, which was also galloping. She stared into my gaze as if it were stuck in the previous moment. (To be continued.) )