"Let's go, don't stop, don't look back." I say this to fitness trainers, soothsayers, and Mitsukasu. Strange, mysterious, and dangerous voices chased after him. They didn't answer, for their attention was on the figure in front of them. There was no fog or anything like that, and the distance was not so far that it was hard to see, but the figure was so hazy that it was impossible to tell whether the silhouette was male or female. It's just such a human figure beckoning from the other side, as if calling us to the past. I knew that the hazy figure didn't seem too abrupt in the environment that had become weird, and Mitsui Tsukao and the others subconsciously regarded that figure as a response to the seminar.

I think so too, the figure in front of me is the "exit".

However, the voice behind us does not necessarily want to let us go.

In the demonic pattern perception, the demonic pattern messenger suddenly overlapped with those voices. No, it may not be enough to say that the overlap is not enough, but I can't find a more appropriate way to say it, the position of the magic pattern messenger and the position of those voices are constantly moving, but in perception, the two coordinates coincide at a certain moment, and even so, it still cannot be said that the two are fused into one. It's just a kind of overlap in position.

I know it's definitely not a normal situation. If you just bury your head and rush forward, you will definitely be overtaken by you.

I don't know exactly what the other person wants to do, but the abnormality of the environment, coupled with the feeling of being chased, makes people intuitively feel that the other party has bad intentions.

So, someone has to stay behind to break the queen.

And this person, of course, is no one else.

As if they had lost their minds, the fitness instructor, the soothsayer, and Mitsukasuka, they ran forward at an angle that became faster and faster, as if there was a temptation in front of them that prompted them to forget about it. Although this image may seem indecent, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I've always trusted my instincts, in the midst of unusual state of affairs. It's as if you can't trust anyone and anything other than yourself, and if you can't trust your own intuition and judgment, then you really can't move forward.

Just like now, of course, it can be assumed that the hazy figure in front of us is actually another trap. But that's just a dilemma. In the absence of sufficient intelligence, all judgments will be distorted and false to a certain extent, and it is simply impossible to logically deduce what is right and what is wrong. This happens so often, and what if you don't trust your instincts?

I understood it a long time ago. It's always impossible to start acting when you're well informed and prepared. In a fog, it will be a matter of course to pursue the truth as if walking on thin ice.

So, it is impossible to be a detective and act like a detective.

All reasoning will be placed behind the guidance of intuition and sensibility.

I slowed down and gradually stood still. The three of them walked away. Stop to notice when we run. What kind of strange situation is it-the sense of distance generated by each step of the three of them is different, constantly changing, as if they have crossed a fault in a cut of space, black and white light and shadow imprinted on their bodies, and then their figures quickly become blurred.

"So......" I retracted my gaze. Turning to look behind him, the voice came from. I had expected the voices to catch up so fast that they would soon reach a close distance, but as I stood still, I felt that the voices had slowed down. It's like hitting the brakes and relying on inertia. Slowly stop at a distance of ten meters from me, instead of pounce on me in one go.

"Who are you?" I asked the guy standing on the other side who couldn't tell if it was male or female.

It was dressed strangely, pale, and looked like a rather fat restraint garment, with a belt between his ankles and hands, and a black blindfold on his face, which had thick legs and looked very rough. His chin is smooth, the top of his head is the same, his face is goose-egg-shaped, and he is tall and has a thick skeleton. The restraint part of the chest is also strangled with a belt, which highlights the chest shape, but the raised part, placed on this figure, I don't know whether it should be considered a pectoral muscle or a breast. The overall curve of the body is also indistinguishable from whether it is male or female, and the lower part of the body is detained with additional metal, so it is impossible to distinguish its gender by the sexual characteristics here.

Such a strange image makes people can't help but have various associations, but its mysterious flavor is also extremely strong.

It was only at this time that the chain judgment gradually observed its appearance and sketched a three-dimensional outline in my mind. I couldn't see the inside of its wrist clearly, but the perception of the magic pattern made me sure that it was the magic pattern messenger in front of me.

Although its eyes were blinded by the blindfold, I had no doubt that it was able to determine my position more delicately than normal people—perhaps, even earlier, before we met like this, it was equally unable to determine my position directly, just as my chain decisions were equally uncertain, relying only on the hazy perception given by the magic pattern. But when we meet each other, all those obstacle-like things are swept away.

We looked at each other with clarity that we had never seen before.

It opened its mouth and spat out its long tongue, as if washing its face, and swept across its face, and the blindfold was suddenly filled with saliva. The saliva is purplish-red, so it can be seen very clearly.

It felt disgusting. Whether it's movements, saliva, or the posture that can't tell the difference between men and women.

The image of the restraint suit is not only mysterious, but also full of evil. Although it can't be said that this guy is good or bad, at first glance, you will think of it as a bad guy.

I think it didn't appear at this time just to look at me affectionately.

I don't know what kind of super power it has, but I'm sure that the power it can use is definitely not only its own super power, but also the use of mystical techniques, it should also have a certain level. I don't dare to attack rashly, my speed is very fast, and speed is an extremely important concept in most cases, but it does not mean that in the mysterious world, speed is a concept that must be stored.

Even. In a world where space, time, and consciousness can be observed and understood in a philosophical way, and acting on the actual situation. Anything that can be observed, and the very act of observing it, creates a tremendous interfering force. If I'm not mistaken, this person in front of me doesn't know who it is, or if it's not a human "magic messenger" at all. It's another monster that can't be guessed simply with common sense in the mysterious circle.

Monsters from Area 51.

The Light Man of District 51, the Smoky Face, the Child of Destiny and the Restraint in front of you - I think District 51 has pulled out enough good cards. Although it is not clear how much they still hide, none of the good cards that have been played can be treated sloppily. It's no wonder that NOG can't continue to restrain the actions of Area 51.

When we first entered the Las Vegas area, the dialect of Area 51 looked like it had suffered a heavy setback and was almost completely wiped out, who would have thought that. In a short period of time, they have been able to use unknown methods to develop to such a point? Remembering John Bull's intelligence: Area 51 has decided to cooperate with Shinrikyo of Doom, and it is not surprising at this time.

I pulled out my knife and tossed it in my hand, making some defiant hints. The monster in front of it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and vomited out a large gray-black substance, which vaporized like dry ice as soon as it touched the air. Not for a moment. A gray-black mist filled the aisles.

It turned out to be done after being provoked? I thought, but my movements never slowed down. I think. This monster may struggle to judge complex situations, but when it comes to combat, it can be like a beast, brave, intuitive, and wild. So, while being swept away by the gray-black mist, it has begun to sweep around the walls in a roundabout way. Sure enough, as soon as I jumped up, there was a sound of being pierced by a hard object, coming from the ground where I landed.

I couldn't see what it was, but in the scene where the chain was decided in my mind. Where it was attacked, the contour line distorted without warning. The objects I perceive are outlined by guò lines, and once these lines are distorted, it naturally means that the object's form collapses. My only thought was that this was another monster that ignored the concept of speed.

It's as if all powerful characters have to ignore a certain concept and make deep use of it. Of course, the last thing I like is that my quick sweep is ignored.

I break through the gray fog - maybe call it black smoke? - In short, the gray-black smoke that enveloped the entire aisle, and in the blink of an eye, it was already stepping on the wall, gliding past the monster, and then turning back and running under it. My body was pressed lower than its lower abdomen, and I even held the ground with my left hand in order to support my body and change direction and position at any time.

I often feel that three legs are always more stable than two legs. And when you use your limbs together and cling to the ground like a spider, you are far more flexible than standing.

These gray-black smoke is more grainy than fog, but the grain is more delicate than smoke, and if I had to describe it as "pollen". When inhaled, it has a sweet and greasy taste, and it has a comfortable and beautiful feeling, which is diametrically opposed to the feeling it gives from its appearance. However, as someone who had taken "Paradise" in the past, I immediately recognized that it was also a hallucinogenic reaction, and I had to guess that its composition also referred to the "Paradise" of Shinrikyo of the Last Days.

Although there are many differences in taste, sight, and touch from "paradise", there is a sense of immediacy in the final sense of abnormality. I don't think it's just a "hallucinogen" accident. District 51 has ample opportunity to get the recipe of "paradise" from the Doomsday Shinrikyo - I am not talking about the Doomsday Shinrikyo of this world in the eyes of Dr. Nguyen Lê, but the Doomsday Shinrikyo of the Doomsday Illusion.

It is true that, considering what Dr. Nguyen Le said, it may be assumed that the Doomsday Shinrikyo will not be able to have a "paradise" in this world until the "paradise" is created in the seminar, but if the monster in front of you has been processed in the doomsday illusion before being put into this repeater world, then there is no doubt about this feeling of "paradise".

The most convenient way for an intruder to use "mystery" in this world is, of course, to transform into an electronic demon messenger. I don't see many people who can maintain their mysteries without transforming into electronic demon messengers. But I think that since it is a monster created by Area 51, it is only natural to have such a level.

Thinking is only a momentary effort. And the attack was done in this instant.

I walked behind it and turned back to its lower body, completing two processes in less than a fraction of a second, a short time for most occultists. It's a fatal outcome. However, a small number of guys who can ignore it have always been zài.

When the gray-black smoke gushes up, there is not even a fraction of a second, as if it is a phenomenon that immediately distorts within the scope of this phenomenon. If you really don't even have time, then, even if you have a quick sweep, you probably can't completely dodge it, fortunately. Although there is no process for the generation of phenomena, the expansion of phenomena is necessary, and it takes time for the other party to capture high-speed objects, even if it is determined only by consciousness.

The monster's speed is not even a tenth of mine, but. It seems that it only needs to "think" to be able to fall within the range of gray-black smoke. Create a phenomenon that has a destructive effect, or something else. If it is said that "all wishes come true", it is probably very close. The time that my speed sweep can take is the speed at which it produces consciousness and the speed at which phenomena expand after they arise.

This monster is really strong, and it only takes one fight to confirm it. And. In terms of ability, there is a little bit of restraint in my superpower. However, the reason why I have been able to live until now is that I will naturally increase my ability.

It is made from a speed concept and tries to restrain all "mysteries" of high speed. It's not the first time I've encountered it, either.

However, the understanding and form of the sweep itself is also very different from the past. The concept of "relatively fast", and the concept of "reference" derived from it, is often the key to breaking through the enemy's blockade.

As long as you choose the right "reference", you can once again show the absolute speed advantage. And I've never seen a situation where the concept of zài speed doesn't exist at all on a battlefield. In the same way, the fourth-level magic pattern, unconsciously, also brought new reference characteristics, and by the time I realized it, I was already able to set the reference object to the enemy's "consciousness speed" as if I instinctively did.

Faster than the enemy's consciousness - this is the current rapid plunder. If you think about it carefully, it seems that such a characteristic appears in combination with the ability to walk with consciousness given by the "river".

However, presumably because I'm not really a consciousness walker, I don't always succeed when using the "Faster Consciousness" feature. No, I should say that my instinct knows when to turn on such a feature. It can be described as having a switch in my body, and this switch is not all controlled by myself.

-- "Jiang" pulled the trigger.

I used to think so.

The body bounces lightly on the ground, walls, and ceilings, centering on the monster, and continues to make rapid and irregular evasive movements. This range seems to be in the jealousy of monsters, and the generation of phenomena seems to interfere with even itself. If it is affected by the center of the phenomenon, it may also be harmed, right? With that in mind, I invaded its defensive circle again a second later.

This time, it was a "faster than conscious" quick sweep, and the blade sliced through the monster's neck.

However, there is only one chance to slash, and after one time, its consciousness has already turned.

At the same time as the phenomenon occurred, I had left my original position.

However, probably because of the injury, this phenomenon is more powerful than the previous ones, and there are no dead ends, like an invisible wall centered on the monster, pushing all the matter outward. I tried to cut through the invisible wall, but the knife was twisted into twisted flowers. I hurriedly threw it away, and after the knife hit the ground, it spread along the ground and in all directions about fifty centimeters. However, the speed at which the distortion spreads, in my sense of speed, is not fast. Otherwise, the arm would have been completely reimbursed just now.

The invisible walls, which carry contagious distortions, are also imperceptible.

I had to retreat.

In the process of retreating, there is a difference in the sense of distance, obviously I am in a state of average speed, but the expansion of distance is not uniform. The distance between me and the monster is different with each step, and even shorter.

This is another phenomenon that is not good for fast sweeping.

In previous attempts, many of the monster's abilities have been determined, and the creation of "anomalies" within the range of gray-black smoke has a high level of strength and flexibility, but it is not without limitations. For example, during this time, it did not create a huge phenomenon at the same time that encompassed "all the gray-black smoke where it was."

The "invisible and distorted wall" that is taking place is also a process of expanding outward around it, rather than the gray-black smoke that began to pervade it.

Starting from an "anomaly" and then spreading to a "three-dimensional", the range where the gray-black smoke is located can be the range of the "anomaly", and it is also the maximum range after diffusion.

It's an amazing ability. It's like a variant of the wizard's gray mist spell, but in terms of efficiency, strength, and variability, it far surpasses that of elite wizards, and even, extending from this to create armor similar to the Winged Knight, is not much of a problem, but it is not necessary.

Whenever necessary, phenomena can arise between motions and thoughts - however, it is still not possible to explain the formation of the building's temporary hedge space. This alien demon pattern envoy must also have another mystery as a support.

On the other hand, the "anomalous phenomena realm" it presents now is the magic pattern superpower, or is it a new form of mystery formed by District 51 borrowed from the Gray Mist Spell and Paradise of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult, and finally combined with its own cognition? Now it's impossible to tell.

There are at least three kinds of "mysteries" in this monster, or more.

The plural "mystery" is hard to imagine in the apocalyptic fantasy of the past. Mystic specialists can fight flexibly, and also tend to lean towards a different technique of "mystery". However, in the current Doomsday Fantasy World, not only have a large number of mysterious systems other than the magic pattern superpower, but also seems to be a development trend for the same person to have multiple "mysteries"?

From the perspective of hospital reality, I don't think that's a good thing.

Because, I think, this is the result of the LCL patients, who can finally distinguish their personality traits in terms of consciousness, and are merging with each other.

This means that patients with doomsday syndrome will lose their individuality physiologically, and they will also lose their individuality consciously, and they will become something completely.

Of course, no one can be sure of the truth until the final result is present. Another explanation can be derived from other observations. In any case, no matter how you try to think about it, I do not think that the high development of sight, resemblance, and mystification embodied in this monster is a normal and harmless situation—not the danger it can pose, but the symbolic meaning behind its existence.

That's right, this monster is strong, and ...... The body shape and posture also make people look sideways.

However, it is still within the scope of what I can handle.

I probably couldn't kill it by normal means, my tool knife had been destroyed, and, even if it hadn't been destroyed, this normal weapon wouldn't have been able to inflict fatal damage on it - the location where I had been cut had been completely recovered from the anomaly of gray-black smoke.

Then, another way has to be done.

Although I don't think it's good, I'm also not a man with only one kind of "mystery".

First, remove its blindfold.

In areas where the gray-black smoke thinned, the effect of the Invisible Warp Wall was weakened to the point of near disappearing. In the blink of an eye, I swept away, no need to dodge, just a straight line. Because, I can be faster than it is conscious!

The phenomenon was moving, and the gray-black smoke was flowing very abnormally, but before the phenomenon appeared—no, I should say, before the monster realized what it was supposed to do—I was close to the point.

I reached out and ripped off its blindfold as the gray-black smoke shifted.

It has eyes, no different from human eyes, and it is not an evil and cloudy light, it can only be said to be very ordinary.

Our eyes are on each other. (To be continued......)