Tomie's presence was always close to my back, but her sense of weight was disappearing significantly. I dodged Billy's silver bullet, and when it was out of my view, the feeling of being hit by something returned. I didn't observe the trajectory of the bullet as if it were out of thin air, and some of its movements were no longer within the scope of the chain decision, and there was a smell of the concept of "speed" - of course, even in the battles I had experienced in the past, such bullets were not unusual. I have seen many mysterious forces that are not constrained by the concept of velocity, or even beyond the concept of vibration, and cannot be explained by superstring theory and quantum theory.

It's just that this level of mysterious power appears on Billy, which is indeed a bit emotional. Compared to Billy in the apocalyptic fantasy of the past, Billy now can be called a reborn feeling in terms of ability and experience.

Even that didn't stop me from killing him. It is true that his silver bullets have escaped the suppression of the speed-grazing superpower and chain judgment, but he himself has always been in a slow, near-static state in such high-speed movement warfare. Billy's own state is not in sync with the effects of his abilities. Of course, it is also possible that this is a trap that he has deliberately laid down, and even those words that he said after successfully escaping my attack before may also be a kind of language trap. But if he thinks this will make me a rat trap, he is very wrong.

In the battles I've been through, it's never been people who can kill me. And as long as you can't kill me, all counterattacks against me will eventually become my nourishment.

I dodged to the side, dodging the silver bullet from behind, and saw with my own eyes that it had penetrated where I had been and then disappeared into thin air again without warning, and there was a great deal of speculation, reasoning, and imagination in my mind trying to determine what the silver bullet's flashing jump was like, but Tomie's sense of weight was completely gone before I could draw conclusions. And at this moment, I felt a huge push coming from my back, as if I had been pushed.

I galloped faster, past the last three meters, but the silver bullet seemed slower, its trajectory straight and monotonous, and if it was all there was, it would possibly pose no threat to me.

The file seems to have sensed something with her keen battle instincts, and has taken a posture to pounce on Billy, if she can move a little faster, maybe she can really use her magic power to create a "static" layer of protection to block my attack from Billy, however, as long as their movement is not out of the concept of speed, "faster" will never be on their side in front of my speed.

Before the file could take its first step, I walked up to Billy and pulled out my dagger and stabbed him in the heart. The blow was blocked by another flash of silver bullets, and as the dagger collided with the bullet, I could feel a tremendous reaction force transmitted to my wrist, making me almost unable to grasp the dagger. The kinetic energy carried by this silver bullet was already far greater than that of a normal shot, and it was still increasing as I tried to grasp the dagger with more force, a huge increase in force faster than I could exert my strength.

I let go of the dagger, and even if I didn't let go of it, the huge increase in kinetic energy would have caused the bullet to break the dagger directly, and even fracture my wrist, and its increment made me feel the upper limit. If things get to that point, they will appear passive.

The silver bullet that lost its confrontation shot straight at me, as if it was about to pierce my heart, however, I already had a general idea of its movement - this silver bullet would never flash into my chest or brain out of thin air, directly shattering my heart and brain, in the previous performance, when it appeared, the closest distance to the target was thirty centimeters, although I don't know if this distance will increase or decrease due to some factors, but as long as it does not directly reach the inside of the target, It still takes a brief trajectory of movement — even if it's just a millimeter, just a second — and it's not going to really hurt me.

The silver bullet did show signs of getting out of speed control, but it didn't really do it, and that's the biggest flaw. If Billy deliberately showed this flaw to make me mistake the silver bullet for a lore that was what it was, then he was underestimating me. What was his way of controlling this silver bullet? A thought? A piece of thinking? An established procedure that is detached from one's own thinking? Or is it the tracking ability of the bullet itself? It doesn't matter, if I want to, I can even use thought and light as a reference, and then go beyond the speed of light and the speed at which thoughts are born and die.

The reason why I didn't reach this high speed on my own initiative was simply because I was afraid that there were deeper and more terrible consequences lurking behind this seemingly costless high speed, but this fear was not enough to make me completely reject this level of high speed.

Indeed, the file and Billy have shown themselves to be occult experts by blocking my attacks, and I must admit that they are superior in both experience and ability. However, compared to the monsters I face on a daily basis, they still belong to the category of human beings, constrained by the limitations of human beings, and only show the strength of being human.

It is not enough to be strong as a human being.

They are not unique in my battles, in the enemies I have to face, in the infinitely deep and terrifying unknown. The defenses they built with their will to survive in a desperate situation, their flesh and blood, and their lives were far from strong enough.

I pulled out alloy threads as thin as spider silk, but tougher than steel—I certainly didn't know what they were, just as I wasn't sure I had blades on my armour and daggers hidden in my cuffs before I used them, and they weren't on my radar, but they were always there, like a dream, whenever I intended to use them.

As the silver bullet approached my heart, I had flung the alloy wire out, and the cut air took on a misty wound in a slow world, and I knew it was not natural. Before the bullet touched my skin, the threads were wrapped around Billy's neck, chest, and limbs. In the next moment, as the bullet was only 0.0000001 millimeters away from my skin, I was already backing away - my speed completely outpaced the silver bullet, and the distance between us was once again a centimeter, and the alloy thread I pulled cut Billy's body at the same time.

I think that at this moment, if you calculate from the perspective of the file and Billy's observation, you must have retreated faster than the speed of light.

The threads penetrated Billy's body and retracted in the direction I was. The silver bullet suddenly burst out with kinetic energy dozens of times greater than before, and even if this force did not work, I could feel it clearly. Because of this outburst, Billy's previous connection to the Silver Bullet became more evident than ever, as if Billy's life was being injected into the bullet along this connection.

If I want to describe it, I only think that the silver bullet at this moment is "the last bullet fired with all his life". Billy's intuition is so strong that one doesn't even have to wonder about it.

For the first time, I felt a deadly crisis strike, and the silver bullet had only partially departed from the concept of velocity, and now, my instincts were strongly warning that this "Billy's last bullet" would be completely detached from the concept of velocity because of Billy's death, and perhaps at some point, it would appear directly in my heart and brain. I could not contain a terrible thought, which was trying to manifest a concrete picture in my crazy divergent thoughts, and I naturally knew that this picture was the image of this "last silver bullet", the impression that "I will be pierced by this bullet", an omen, and a mysterious way of attacking.

The silver bullet is changing from an exact entity to a conscious being. It was at this time that I suddenly remembered. I've had the same experience before, and I shouldn't have forgotten it, but I really didn't remember it—it was the Consciousness Intervention that allowed Billy to escape my first raid. This time, this conscious interference was also present when I launched my second attack, making me ignore the existence of the interference itself.

Billy apparently didn't use this power of consciousness to further protect himself, and instead chose a more extreme way to complete the amplification against the Silver Bullet.

The mystery of the silver bullet is no longer under the speed sweep super from this moment alone.

Because of this, Billy's death is even more certain. Because of this, the silver bullets are indeed beyond the range of what I can defend against and dodge. All I could do was try to prevent the thought of the silver bullet from becoming clearer in my mind, and I realized that I couldn't help but think about it, and I couldn't get rid of the impression that the silver bullet was almost inevitable in my uncontrollable thought movements.

I couldn't stop imagining, I couldn't stop that crazy thinking, I couldn't stop that deadly picture in my head. I saw it, I felt it, the outline and the texture of the silver bullet, as if I had been studying it, kept getting more and more detailed and clear. I knew it was going to run through my heart, and I couldn't stop myself from recognizing the result.

An incomparably strong, irresistible inevitability is building a bridge between the silver bullet in my mind and my fleshy heart.

The next moment, I went on a conscious walk, trying to meet the silver bullet head-on in this way. The world around me was plunged into endless darkness, except for my perception of my own existence and the silver bullet that floated in the darkness and bloomed with the only light. The bullet of the silver bullet was already aimed at me, and I could even see that straight trajectory of the trajectory, always attached to my heart no matter how I shifted myself. Walking with this level of consciousness, it is obvious that it is impossible to get rid of the lock of this silver bullet.

I will continue to dive, dive deeper and deeper until I completely break out of the range of consciousness that the silver bullet can interfere with, or enter the collective subconscious of human beings, and use the extremely chaotic environment to hide my existence and interfere with the locking of the silver bullet.

However, this is not something that can be done casually. I am not the kind of innate consciousness walker that appeared in this apocalyptic illusion, I do not have such an ability myself, and all the consciousness walks I have carried out in the past have used the power of "Jiang". However, this time, I lost the depth of this power, and although I managed to enter the world of consciousness, I couldn't seem to go any further. An invisible sense of isolation keeps me in this infinite darkness. Even if past experience taught me that I had to "fall", that there was an abyss directly below me, and that falling into the abyss was my process of entering a deeper subconscious, I couldn't really do it.

I didn't feel like I was "falling", which is the best proof of this.

Moreover, it was the first time that I was in this darkness of consciousness without a sense of falling.

- Still underestimating Billy? This guy ......

Billy's self-sacrificial performance reminds me of Jung, who gave up his life so much earlier. Although there are many differences between the two behaviors, they are very similar in the nature of their behaviors.

I didn't have the consciousness of being a hero or a villain in the eyes of others, but it was the first time I had such a strong feeling, even when I decided to use the Las Vegas repeater to hit the Area 51 repeater, causing billions of people to die or sleep because of the onslaught of consciousness. It's not a good feeling, it's not bad, but it's so strong that it makes my heart, my brain, and even my soul feel like they're going to twitch.

This extremely strong feeling made my consciousness and body unable to move like a shackle, and I was about to be pierced by a silver bullet, and there was no fear or resistance, and my survival instincts became dull and indifferent, and my nerves were no longer sensitive. A kind of willing sensibility is breaking through the defense of reason, which can be called a fatal blow to see through the flaw - I am completely driven by emotion, and it is this strong sensibility that I cannot resist, and my rational defense is almost zero in the face of this strong sensibility.

Are you going to die? I couldn't help but think like that.

Just like I killed Billy in the past, this time it's a cycle of cause and effect, should I be killed by Billy?