"Sugar Cube" unleashed an endless barrage, covering up to 10,000 meters away, most of the surface area of the mountain city was within range, and the fire in the blast was like a fire tree and silver flower. The "sugar cube" will also be shot down by enormous force, smashed into the ground, unable to stop the inertia of the slide, and the shell will burst. In the midst of the fierce battle, shock waves and various unspeakable mysterious phenomena rolled up the tubes, throwing anything visible to the naked eye, and the debris flew up and was carried away by the hurricane. Light and shadow are intertwined, smoke rises, cannons rumble, metal crashes and cutting sounds of different rhythms and tones, sometimes like pouring rain, sometimes like silver beads falling on a plate, sometimes like cracked silk strings, sometimes like wind and thunder, but these sounds have one thing in common - there is no taste of life.

Neither monsters nor humans, intelligent or instinctive, let out the howl of life in the face of pain, despair, madness, and collapse. There is only the sound of the body crashing, only the sound of the body tearing apart, only the sound of the body tearing through the air, only the sound of the body burning, and sometimes just hearing this sound can conjure up some terrible injuries, but it is stiff, cold, and emotionless. The fighting and destruction here made me feel the slightest emotional fluctuation in the midst of the "sugar cube", as if it was just a group of weapons that only had reason left to attack each other.

Maybe the battle is crazy, it's tragic, it's quick and weird, but if everyone thinks "this is the normal situation", it probably will be the current situation - in fact, I don't like the atmosphere of this kind of fighting, my sensibility is rich and sensitive, and my moral and ethical outlook is deeply influenced by the education of human society in the past. I don't think it's normal to fight without "pain", "sadness" and "despair".

And right now it's such a battle that seems to me to be absolutely abnormal. It's not that the battle is meaningless, it certainly does, it's just that this meaning is overshadowed by a kind of indifference. Fighting always needs a reason, and the human reason to fight is always accompanied by a ** full of living personality and commonality. However, I could not feel these things on this battlefield that had been radicalized by myself.

It was as if the monsters, with the exception of me and Father Edward, who had gone into a stealth state, were only acting for the fact that they were "fighting". I had defeated four Elemental Beings in three seconds, but I didn't have the slightest emotion from "winning", and I felt bored. Unlike all previous battles, it felt as if some force was distorting the battlefield.

The "Gate of Heaven" towered in the air, and in the first second, it was already baptized by the violence of the barrage and other monsters, and the alienated flesh and blood that had been bred were incinerate, torn, ashed, and peeled off, revealing the inorganic color of the endoplasm. But it was soon swallowed up by more phenomena, like a storm churning the sea, forming a whirlpool that swallowed the boat in one gulp. However, once the wind and waves stopped, the "Gate of Heaven" reappeared in view, standing in mid-air as always.

It is understandable that the "Gate of Heaven" is difficult to destroy, thinking that it is the power of repeaters that supports it, and the power of repeaters that is more complete than the Las Vegas repeater. But. Even in the midst of such a violent impact, it did not produce the slightest reaction. But it made me feel uneasy. It's like a time bomb, you don't know when it's going to explode, or what kind of impact it will unleash if it does.

I just drove the "sugar cube" through the fire and wind, withstanding the attack like a wave, and at the same time unleashing my own attacks without interruption.

Three seconds. Five-second ...... At the tenth second, half of the structure of the "sugar cube" was completely destroyed, but, correspondingly, only two of the body's lives were still moving. The total number of enemies ranged from twelve. Reduced to less than half.

Then, it's time to evacuate. That's how I judged. Because, even the "sugar cube" has reached the time when the oil is exhausted, although the power of the fourth-level magic pattern has been repairing the "sugar cube", but from the first second of the battle, the speed of damage has exceeded the speed of repair. Even if you can completely recover to a complete state as long as you get a breath of respite, the mysterious power that hits the "sugar cube" is so complex, diverse, and powerful, and it doesn't stop for a moment, as if it is directly glued to the "sugar cube", breaking its shell every moment and penetrating deep into the inner core. There are many mysterious phenomena that can be avoided by speed and distance, but there are also many mysterious phenomena that cannot be observed at all. Although I am accustomed to these phenomena without a process, their destructive power does not diminish because of habit, and the mysterious properties do not become adaptable because of preparation in advance.

Just ten seconds is like a century to me. The number of enemies is small, but the mysterious phenomena they cause are like a chain reaction, one after the other, observable and unobservable, so that the entire mountain city made of structural tubular materials begins to collapse.

In the eleventh second, the "sugar cube" pretended to be knocked down, inspiring a strong and dazzling light, releasing an irregular noise, peeling off the shell layer by layer, detonating it, as if it was struggling, trying to recover from the boundaries of collapse, and then disintegrating little by little deep into the mysterious phenomenon that followed it. When the remains of the "sugar cube" were embedded in the ground, the greatest storm spread in all directions with the "sugar cube" as the center, and the mountain castle shook, and the tubes that made up the main body seemed to be torn out of the body, and some of them fell into the rift abyss, and some of them were thrown into the air.

In the twelfth second, the "Sugar Cube" had been interspersed hundreds of times back and forth between the alienated Youjiang and the speed-type body life, but before that, I had already catapulted out of the internal cab and slid into the depths of the crack along the part where the wreckage of the "Sugar Cube" was entangled with the structure of the mountain castle. These cracks were carved out by the black water before, and then enlarged by the tube, and the rough force caused more small cracks in the cracks, and I swept through these cracks.

Before the light was over, it was far behind him. Those monsters were distracted by the wreckage of the "sugar cube", and of course they couldn't be intercepted in advance. At least, in my chain judgment, the places that can be observed, there are no shadows of alienated Youjiang, Primal Life, and Saya. The place I was in was like a huge labyrinth. If you don't have the ability to directly lock onto things, the more difficult it will be to cross this unbelievable obstacle to find your goal. The deeper you sprint into the crack, the clearer the sense of relief away from death becomes. I didn't feel tired during the battle, but when the perceived danger faded away, I only felt like liquid nitrogen touching the air. It volatilizes quickly, taking away the heat from the body.

I felt a chill that seemed to come straight out of my spinal cord and spread quickly through my veins and nerves. All kinds of discomfort seem to grow from every cell at this moment. Even so, I was convinced that the speed sweep was not putting a strain on the body, and that these complex and unusually uncomfortable effects were caused by something else. But. At this moment, it is impossible to verify.

In the thirteenth second, the upper part of the back was no longer visible to the naked eye, and there was a violent vibration from the place where there were several layers of pipes and rock walls. I think that the self-detonation mechanism set for "Sugar Cube" was successfully activated at the end. At the fourteenth second, there were no tubes left in the chain observations, only rocks and dirt that smelled primitive. Nothing is visible to the naked eye in this darkness. The gallop is positioned entirely by chain determination, and every small movement that is possessed here is depicted. Sketch out in your mind the route you should move.

I hedged the entrances and exits of the space against my own movement route and the peninsula data left by the NOG, avoiding all the sealed underground passages within the observation range of the chain judgment. These passages are not secure, and sometimes as soon as the front foot leaves, the back foot will collapse, or even just walk in. The road in front and behind will be blocked by sudden falling rocks. However, for a fourth-level demonic emissary who was still in the temporary data hedging space, the threat posed by these natural disasters was too small compared to the mysterious phenomenon.

The new device has been made of a fourth-level magic pattern, and it is like four mechanical arms extending out of the backpack. Transform into a variety of digging tools, digging a passage from a roadless Jedi that allows individuals to pass through. From this moment on, I crawled like a spider quickly, activating the Swift Sweep Super when the passage was clear. Walking and marching, without a moment's pause, when they came out of the ground again, the battlefield was only a fist-like silhouette, which could only be seen by climbing the high ground.

Only when you are far away from the battlefield can you see how different the sky of the battlefield is from the sky of other parts of the peninsula. Particularly dense dark clouds and tornadoes covered the battlefield and slowly moved in all directions, and with enough time, this huge, completely unpredictable storm could completely obscure the entire peninsula.

Although the entire peninsula data hedging space is a huge artificial cage, from where I am at this time, the previous battlefield looks more like a smaller, stronger and more bizarre cage in this huge cage, as if it is another data hedging space in the data hedging space. I can't help but think of what will happen after the entire peninsula data hedging space is detonated - indescribable, but perhaps more destructive.

In the sixteenth second, I had already arrived at the location indicated by the NOG. Although it is a place where Dr. Nguyen Le and I have been, the current environment is no longer the slightest shadow of what it was then. The terrible force had razed the area, leaving only a flat belt of gravel, and the vehicles, corpses, and even the black water that had once existed had been evaporated to the ground, and there was no trace of their existence in the ground or in the air.

I don't know exactly how many entrances and exits there are in this peninsula data hedging space. However, the entrance and exit here are the ones that were once used by the Shitenin Gaconuts.

Father Edward once said that the true body of the Four Heavenly Temples has left the peninsula and continues to create black water around the world. Although she had thought that she would still use this entrance, and there was also speculation that Dr. Nguyen Le might return to this place, but judging from the surface situation alone, there was no trace of it.

I settled down and walked into the underground river, which still left a strong impression. Originally, groundwater poured into the surface, converging into a small and wide pool, which was once where black water gushed out, but now, the water has dried up, leaving a vertical hole into the depths. I stepped on the inner wall of the rock and jumped down, and soon found the route I remembered.

Once again, the light was swallowed up by darkness, but the topographic images that the chain of observations had created in my mind still made me aware for the first time that the underground channel had more than doubled in size by the black water. The corroded inner walls were so smooth that there was no sign of life, and the underground river was gone. To be exact, there was nothing but a passage that meandered in the dark, smooth enough to make one know it was not a natural creation. Walking inside, only your own breath, your own heartbeat, and your own footsteps echo crisply and terrifyingly, transmitted to the deep darkness ahead.

The contours of the terrain depicted by the movement trajectory of particulate matter are not very delicate, and the methods that are usually applied are very limited in this place. I was not going to think about the origin of this restriction and simply pulled the lighter out of my pocket. With a "click", the small flame condensed, revealing a vague outline around it, but the darkness was also set off more thickly, like water with quality, trying to extinguish the small flame in my hand.

The flickering, faint light makes the horror of the environment even more impressive than the complete darkness. It's only his own voice, but it makes people feel that something else will suddenly appear at any time, or it is lurking behind him, and he is moving in the same direction. Something is peeking at itself, hunting itself, with cruel and intense malice. The illusion of "a pair of eyes watching in the dark" came naturally, and I felt a little tightness in my throat, but because I had already experienced greater horror, I was only slightly nervous.

Relatively speaking, I would rather believe that the danger of walking in this dark underground river is far weaker than the danger of being in the middle of it when the data hedging space of the peninsula is detonated.

Walking forward, I didn't rush to the speed, but with this little fire, I quickened my pace. (To be continued.) )