Blood splattered in midair as if to a halt, and I raced between time and speed, passing between two mysterious experts I didn't know. The blades of my arms cut through their lower abdomen, and in one of them I felt a great resistance to cut it off, while on the other, the wound that had been cut was healing at such rapid speed that there was only a slight wound left before I could get out of it. These two mysterious experts obviously possess extremely strong physiques and are powerhouses that are difficult to kill in regular combat. While my speed prevents them from reacting in the first place, my normal attacks can't do enough damage to them.

The invisible high-speed corridor began to whirl, and I gave up on killing the two mysterious experts and turned to the ritual performers around the brazier. At the same time, in what I saw as a world that was almost stagnant, Tomie's movements suddenly reached a speed synchronized with mine, as if he had broken free from frozen time. Her posture was like that of a big spider, using both hands and feet, and her movements were strange and fast, and she suddenly turned behind another mysterious expert, and just as she reached out and grabbed the mysterious expert's head, Billy, the gunner I had been keeping an eye on, had already finished pulling the trigger, and a silver-white bullet broke away from the limit of the speed difference, appeared outside the muzzle in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, it came behind Tomie - Tomie was no longer in front of the muzzle at this time, and the bullet made a continuous jump in a way that I could not observe, Completely does not follow the normal ballistics.

The trajectory of the bullet outlined by the chain decision was not a straight line, and the number of jumps to Tomie's vest was far greater than my eyes could observe, but it was more like the movement of an electronic cloud to outline the position of the bullet when it jumped continuously. Billy the Gunslinger didn't have such a skill in the past Doomsday Vision, and he now has a far more mystery than he died in another Doomsday Fantasy. This silvery-white bullet is bound to hit Tomie, my instincts tell me.

However, just as the bullet seemed to be about to burrow into Tomie's body, Tomie leaned slightly sideways and clamped it with only his index and middle fingers. Billy's bullets were able to be discharged, but he couldn't react to the rapid attack. Everything I've seen is based on the speed generated by the speed, and there is a huge gap between the normal speed of things, and there are very few things that can maintain the same speed as normal in this speed difference, and Billy the Gunslinger himself is not one of them, but another of my old friends, "The File", clearly has this ability.

The bullet caught by Tomie was flicked into the heart of the gunman Billy, but when it was close to his skin, it stopped in mid-air, as if the power that made the bullet fly was completely gone, and when the bullet showed a tendency to fall to the ground, Tomie pinched and exploded the head of the mysterious expert in his hand. The cracked skull seemed to freeze in mid-air, and Tomie had already turned in the direction of the file, and she obviously knew that the bullet fired at the gunman Billy was blocked because of the file's ability. The file, which is also a Demonic Bringer, has a strange limited ability to halt certain movements—she calls this Demonic Pattern superpower "Stillness", but even in my days I haven't seen her use it very often.

It's hard to explain how the file's "static" superpower travels and how it works, but it's this ability that makes her one of the strongest in any apocalyptic fantasy world. I've imagined fighting a file, but I can't find a way to crack this static super. Tomie, who turned his gaze to the file, did not seem to understand the law of cause and effect, and struck the head of the file in a brutal and rude way.

If Tomie's fist had been hit once, even if the skull had not shattered, the file would never have survived, however, even Tomie's strange adaptability, and brute force far beyond the ordinary level, could not penetrate deep into the file's skin—an invisible force field kept her from a deadly attack. In the next moment, the file, which seemed to have been deeply involved in the difference in speed, became nimble, and rolled backwards several times, dodging Tomie's attack.

Now, in the frame of reference generated by the swift sweep, one more person is able to move freely. And I believe that as long as you give these people more time, there will be more and more people among these people who can adapt to the current pace. This kind of quick and targeted reinforcement has been aimed at me from the very beginning.

With this in mind, I stabbed the same sculptural ritual performer in front of me with my arm blade. And simply killing one of them won't cause trouble for this deviant ritual. Even killing everyone here may just be adding to the ritual, but how to stop the ritual is no longer a concern for me, because some subtle vibrations are rapidly coming through my chain decision, and it seems that something is about to burst into this battlefield.

In the time I had been slaying several of the ritual performers, the occult experts watching the ritual had realized that danger had occurred. As they reacted, Tomie had given up on the attack file, and as if he were sliding on the water, he turned behind the mysterious experts who had not been able to react until now.

I know that Tomie's speed has increased again. On the other side, the file, which also seemed to be free from the shackles of speed, paused again, as if the mystery that had been inflicted on her and allowed her to synchronize with us had disappeared. However, her static superpowers didn't stop there, and even showed a level I hadn't seen before. This power was not exerted on herself, but on the object of Tomie's attack. It's as if she had predicted Tomie's target in advance, however, I believe that it wasn't the ability of the file himself, but that some other mysterious expert was at work.

The actions taken by the file in a short period of time were not her actions alone, but the result of the cooperation of multiple mysterious experts, including her.

At the same time, Billy, the gunman, who seemed to be unable to do anything and was still in a sluggish motion, underwent a change that was unobservable to the naked eye or chain judgment - another silvery-white bullet was fired out of the chamber of the gun before completing the second trigger action.

Like the first bullet, the difference in speed could not stop its movement, and the moment it successfully escaped from the muzzle, it had already jumped in front of Tomie in a way that could not be observed. This time, it was Tomie's eyes.

I've used my arm blade to chop off the heads of the two ritual performers around me, and these frantically playing instruments have no reaction to their own deaths, and the expressions on their faces are completely indulged in a frenzy. However, after cutting off the heads of these two guys, my intuition made me think that these two men did not die because of it. The severed head suddenly fell from the neck at a speed synchronized with mine, and its humanoid facial features and head shape were like glue, and in the blink of an eye, its flesh and bones turned into a black tentacle and lashed at me, and at the incision of the headless body, something that was by no means human was wriggling, and I even felt that the thing was hidden inside the shell, staring at me through the incision in the neck with a malicious gaze.

I don't know what it is, but the appearance of these two ritual performers at this time proves that there are many more ritual performers who have also become like this. And no matter when such an aberration occurred, it means that the performers of these rituals were either not human in the first place, or they were not human from now on.

It was a very dangerous thing, and the final result of the Torchlight Deviation Ritual was absolutely inseparable from these things. Just being able to match the speed of my rapid sweep at this time must already be taken seriously.

Before I was hit by the black tentacles, I had dodged to the side, but the black tentacles were full of spikes, and the speed at which they grew felt very aggressive, almost in sync with my movements. I severed some of the spikes with the blade of my arm, pulling a farther distance. I felt the resistance from the blade of the arm to the arm as I cut the spikes, and it almost made me wonder if the blade had also been broken a few times in its hardness.

While I don't think these tentacles and spikes pose any danger when using Swift Skimming, the mysteries of these things can definitely kill a Mystical Expert. If every ritual performer would turn into such a monster, then the fact that there were so many ritual performers in front of him would definitely make the mystical experts feel their scalps tingle.

I have long known that in this ritual place where a large number of mysterious experts are gathered, even if I am confident that my speed is absolutely fast, there will definitely be something that will cause trouble and even death and injury. However, if the number of these threatening things is unbelievable, then your own raid will probably be like stabbing a hornet's nest. Of course, I'm not invincible, and I'm not absolutely strong, so I want to use speed to kill some of the mysterious experts who are most targeted by my magic pattern super in advance.

These ritual performers seem to be insane and evil, and seem to have lost their minds, which makes them easy to deal with, but in terms of their original identity, they are all mysterious experts who have protected themselves from the impact of the collision of repeaters, and they are the strongest of the strong. When these people who are not weak have a distorted expression of abnormal posture, it will definitely not become weak. The fact that the black tentacles that the skull mutated from were able to keep up with my speed is the best proof of that. I feel that my attempt to intercept the performers of these rituals will most likely not work out.

The spikes that I had severed were once again proliferating from the black tentacles, and I didn't stop moving, and the world I observed in the invisible high-speed passage was still moving at an extremely slow pace, however, the headless corpse thrust the trumpet in its hand into the cut of its neck, and once again came a crazy harsh sound from the trumpet's horn, and what was even more creepy was that this time the sound seemed to make people feel a twisted sense of pleasure. This man who was supposed to be killed by me has just become a monster with a trumpet head.

Such a scene is rare in the mysterious events I have experienced in the past, and it is definitely not in line with the aesthetics of normal human beings, but at the same time, it is difficult to take one's eyes off such a scene, as if there is some kind of truth that is enough to make people daunted and happy in this evil, unreasonable, crazy, and rebellious scene.

I don't know what kind of monster didn't attack me, it seemed to be focused on its own crazy playing, and not aware of the external attack. Only its severed, black tentacle head pounced on it like a beast. In my non-stop cruise, I shot short arrows with crossbows, none of which missed, all of them were stuck on the body of this black tentacle, and from the performance that could be observed, the body of this black tentacle was relatively soft, and the arrows could be submerged into half the length, with a realistic sense of "flesh and blood". However, I'm not sure if this thing is really made of flesh and blood in common sense, no, it should be said that this kind of softness that seems to be made of flesh and blood certainly does not belong to common sense. The damage inflicted by the arrows did not stop it, nor did it show a more violent mood in its behavior, and compared to the organic sense of its body, its behavior was imbued with an unintelligent mechanical sense, which did not make people feel that it was a living creature.

Once again, I dodged the black tentacle's whiplash, and was about to bypass the side to try to cut off the heads of the other ritual performers to see how the others had changed, when a male mysterious expert suddenly appeared on the black tentacle's trajectory and was struck by it in the blink of an eye. The mysterious expert also seemed a little caught off guard, as if he only realized that he had been hit after being hit, and the expression that had been frozen suddenly became lively - he was obviously in sync with my speed at this moment, but such an accident or necessity did not make him better, but only made him feel greater pain and fear.

The spikes on the black tentacles pierced the mysterious expert's body into a honeycomb and slammed it into the ground. When the black tentacles were raised again, the mysterious expert's body was still hanging on the spikes, swaying, and it looked like he was only going to take his last breath, but in the next moment, his body disintegrated into fluorescent dust, and in the sudden formation of a strange air current, it blew away from the black tentacles.

My instincts tell me that the mysterious expert is not dead, but has regained his qualifications to join such a high-speed battlefield. And this result is the result of the mysterious power possessed by this mysterious expert.