The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts finally took Saya from Father Edward, or rather, she is Saya, and her consciousness is at least Saya's self-consciousness and superficial consciousness. Her image at this time is different from her image as "Maria in Red" in the past, which is different from that of Asians and Europeans and Americans, but now when she appears in this huge form, she perfectly combines the characteristics of the two and becomes a half-breed appearance.

Of course, this face is beautiful, whether it is only familiar with the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, or those who are only familiar with the Lady in Red Maria, they can find their own familiar place, and even feel that she is actually the daughter of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut and the Red Lady Maria through some mysterious means.

It's just that, no matter how familiar it is, the current Sitianyuan Gaco is no longer a human - whether in terms of physiological structure or self-awareness, it probably cannot be called a "human", but a temporary species, a monster of its own.

Her image proves that the results of my imaginary battlefield are also the actual results.

She stood on the peninsula, and the sea of black flowers that once bloomed all over the land had withered, leaving only a barren and withered land. There is no water, no plants, only stony, weathered scenes that stretch from the foot to the outskirts of the peninsula. Along the coast are huge dry rivers, and towards the interior, there is also a large area of the Gobi.

"What the hell are you now?" I asked myself as I glided through the air, staring at the giant humanoid feminine-looking monster.

She seemed to hear it. It seems that the answer itself already exists in the previously imagined battlefield.

She didn't make a sound, but I could hear the cheerful voice. The sound seemed to come from my imagination, flowing out of my brain. It's like I guess the voice of her heart, and it's like her inner voice is coming to my heart through invisible channels.

"It's done, finally, finally! It's finally happening! My ambition, my dreams, my strength! I am the mother of the new humanity. I'm Lilith, I'm Amaterasu, I'm a god. Man-made gods will eventually rise high in the sky. The voice was so high, but when I listened closely, there was silence, as if it were just another auditory hallucination.

The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut was so tall at this time, like a huge mountain, but it stood up straight. Even if he raised his hand again, he couldn't touch the alienated right river and the eye of the moon in the sky. As if trying to grasp the sun and the moon, the Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconuts stretched out their hands towards the figure of the Alienated Right River that looked like it had fallen asleep before the trial, however, the figure that did not feel that its position was too high under the sight of it was like a long distance away anyway. This distance seems to be fixed, which means "high above". In terms of my flight alone, even if it continues to rise. I don't think it's possible to alienate Youjiang's location - her location is no longer a conventional spatial location, but more like a concept created by mystery.

The Eye of the Alienated Right River and the Moon hangs high in the sky, like gods, untouchable, covering the sky and the sun, even at this moment. Combining Kurosui and Saya, Saya Shichidon, who can also be regarded as powerful as a god to some extent, can only witness this figure in a posture of standing and looking up. It was at this time that I gradually had a feeling that the seemingly sleeping alienated Youjiang had not done nothing. Her slumber was not simply the result of the destruction of the Peninsula's hedge space, but when the challengers on the ground devoured each other to create a super-powerful individual, the final weapon that the Nazis had already built into the sky also used this time to become more powerful in a way that no one else present could recognize.

It is like the judgment of the occult before the human being sublimates himself—that is the last hurdle of being faced as a knowable thing at the end of a cognizable power, a punishment that transcends the essence of man and God, a ritual, a sacrifice, and the most universal form of sublimation.

Only when one is judged, sacrificed, or even killed, one moves from the known to the unknown, from the finite to the infinite – and in the occult, such a vision means, like a chrysalis breaking out of a butterfly, discarding all the limitations and frameworks that oneself has created in the past and the limitations and frameworks that oneself has created while acquiring such possessions, and entering a realm beyond the reach of one's intellect.

At this moment, I think of these things. And there is a voice that crescenates from weak, constantly emphasizing that this is the truth. Such an idea did not exist until the Shitenin Gacout captured Saya, but when the incomparably tall Shitenin Gacout's longing gesture entered my field of vision, the thought became stronger and stronger.

Was this a Nazi plan? Did the Nazis think of it a long time ago? Isn't there any deviation? Can it be stopped? Has the alienation of the right river been completed? Is it almost done? What happens when it's done? What happens if you can't do it? Did NOG and Area 51 already know about this? Are there any targeted strategies? Are they confident that the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, which were created by themselves and others together, and are almost the strongest combat power at the moment, can defeat such an enemy?

Countless unanswerable questions are pouring in. Then, my chain judgment again observed NOG and the centaurs of Area 51. They appeared suddenly, and when they appeared, they were doing things as if they had nothing to do with the battle that was about to start. It's not so much that they're getting dressed up and preparing to participate in the final battle, but rather that they're about to leave. Materials from nowhere are densely piled up, measuring containers being opened, pipes plugged in, improvised and integrated, and the products of the circular technological style are constantly eroding the stony landscape, spreading in all directions with their location. Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan are also in this group.

They had spotted me, too, and probably known that I was gliding through the air, but it was only then that someone beckoned to me. I put aside the silence of the Four Heavenly Courtyard and the unsettling slumber of the alienated Youjiang, adjusted my gliding posture and landed where the group of people were. Although the current situation is still in line with my planning needs, but. I still want to know what they think about how they have made this fight so far.

As soon as I landed on the ground, John Bull, who had been in charge of communication, came up and punched me hard in the shoulder—what she had done was not pure. However, her emotions have a pure and clean feeling. It's like she doesn't bring her emotions into what she wants to do, and she doesn't let what she has done and what she is doing affect her emotions. Such a distinct person is rare even in my experience.

I paused for a moment on her relaxed smile, looked over her shoulder, and looked at Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan, who were standing further behind, with a somewhat evasive expression, but stiffening their bodies. I felt an unspeakable emotion in them. This emotion cannot be expressed, but it is not just that I don't know how to express it, but there is a strong idea that restricts this emotion. I felt that they seemed to be in pain, but there was relief in the pain, as if this pain was gnawing at the heart. But I took it for granted, and I felt that it had to be so. In order to get a little comfort and peace in your heart.

Is it guilt? I couldn't help but think, but I never thought about it, because of what they did, to reprimand them, and I didn't think. What they are doing is an unforgivable betrayal. As for "forgiveness" or anything, there is no way to talk about it, because, in my heart. They didn't do anything wrong. Maybe what they did really brought me trouble and harm, but for me, accepting this trouble and hurt is what I have to carry while accepting them.

What really surprised me about what they did was that they had apparently been eroded by the "river" to gain mystery, but their behavior seemed to be more inclined to Dorothy than "Jiang" - in short, I didn't feel that they were under the control of "Jiang", maybe I wasn't sharp enough, but as Dorothy's pawn, they accepted the power of "Jiang" and seemed to be free from "Jiang's" control to a certain extent, which in any case, made me feel an indescribable hazy feeling, a sense of distortion and contradiction.

The existence and actions of Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan, looking back now, have a little bit of a confrontation between "Jiang" and Dorothy and others. Maybe it's because of this smell that I subconsciously accept them. Because, to a certain extent, my situation is not much different from them. As Gao Chuan, his own position and cognition are also a battlefield. Everything that happened around Takakawa was never simple and clear.

"Did those two do anything bad?" John Bull's voice interjected, and obviously, she also felt that there was something floating in my gaze with Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan.

"No, they just made it themselves." As I said this, the corner of my heart softened. I don't think it's beneficial for them to rush forward and share their views with Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan - maybe they just want to avoid me, and watch me from afar, just like that.

"Be yourself?" John Bull didn't seem to understand, but said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Being yourself may not get the right results, but just for yourself, it's not wrong." ”

"Yes, so, they didn't do anything wrong." I nodded, withdrew my gaze from Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan, and replied very seriously and sincerely.

"So, the wrong world?" John Bull joked.

"No, there's nothing wrong with the world, it's just the way it is." I replied calmly.

“…… Don't you think it's a shame to have such a conversation? John Bull smiled wryly and patted his head and said, "We're ready to leave." ”

"Just left?" I asked rhetorically.

"What we can do is done." John Niu looked solemnly at the tall figure of the Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconuts in the distance, "She is the last plan, the last strength, the final executor of this raid operation, is the crystallization of all the sacrifices in this repeater, if she fails, it will be the failure of this raider operation, and we people can no longer give the slightest help, because we have done our best." Because there is no longer anything that I can do, and it is not a battlefield that I can step into, it is wise to choose to leave. ”

"Before the operation began, it was said that this raider operation is a life of nine deaths for everyone, and if you can't achieve victory, you will be ten deaths." I say.

"Look at the rest of the people, isn't it nine deaths?" John Bull stared into my eyes without a hint of frivolity, "If the next disengagement fails, then, whether the raider operation is completed or not, it will be ten deaths." Even so, taking a gamble at this time still has a better chance than staying. Rather, the creation of this opportunity to gamble is also the result of those previous sacrifices. Mr. Takakawa, this is not a ridiculous thing. ”

"I never thought it was ridiculous." I replied with the same serious gaze, "It's just that I hope that everyone who has come so far together will be able to stay until the end and see the final result with their own eyes." ”

"That's not a sane idea." John Bull said.

"Yes." "However, I will not stop you, and I will pray that everyone can leave safely...... I'm sorry, but that's the last thing I can do for you, and it's nothing compared to what I did to you. ”

"If you can go back alive, no matter how much you complain, you will have a chance to say it." John Bull finally smiled, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and threw it, "You don't seem to be going to leave with us, do you?" Then survive. Only by surviving can we complain, like, hate, and become friends and enemies. ”

I grabbed the cigarette and didn't light it, just put it in my pocket.

"Goodbye, friend." I said so.

"Goodbye." John Bull gave me a thumbs up, "When we meet again, we'll be enemies." ”

As I said goodbye, the last of my worries and hesitations disappeared without a trace. I turned, swept away, and galloped in the direction of the Four Heavenly Courtyards. (To be continued.) )