The Youjiang River turned into darkness and gnawed at my body, and the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut formed by the combination of black water and Saya lingered in the interior of Youjiang, and I seemed to be hallucinating to see Dr. Nguyen Li sprinkling "paradise" into the raging black water. When I awoke, the darkness had receded from me, taking away all the parts it had eaten, and only a head remained—and even then, I was still alive with only one head, floating in the void with that head in a manner that seemed to be paralyzed. Not only can I think, but I feel that although I have been in this strange situation -- strange but not completely unimaginable, in my imagination, even the scientific theory of ALS seems to be many times worse than it is today - at least, even if there is only one head left, I am not following the crowd.

The invisible high-speed passage of the swift sweep was built in my perception, the passage engulfed me in an instant, and the thrust inherent in the passage kept me away from this darkness in an instant. Youjiang didn't catch up, and I kept looking at it even when I was retreating, because its form was beyond the scope of the chain judgment that could be observed, and if I didn't look at it with the naked eye, it would be almost "non-existent" in my perception. In my opinion, it is perfectly normal that it will not "slow down" even in the state of rapid sweeping. After all, I don't understand what this darkness is, so I don't need to be too surprised in my imagination to see what happens to it that I haven't seen before.

Even so, the fact that Youjiang did not catch up is still in my expectation. Although in the previous trance, the existence of Heishui, Saya, Sitianyuan Gacoco, etc., as well as the figure of Dr. Nguyen Li, were hallucinations, but. In my subjectivity, I am more inclined to believe that it is not an unintended illusion, but that some kind of change that is happening, which cannot be directly observed, is presented in an ineffable way—perhaps the phenomenon and the nature of the change are greatly deviated, but it cannot be "completely different". And I believe. The hallucinations I saw, and the changes that I could not observe, were the opportunity I was waiting for, and the result of the beginning of Dr. Nguyen Li's plan.

Unable to comprehend the darkness, I was left with only one head, and I had been excluded from the battlefield. I believe that now let Youjiang stop and become quiet. It is Dr. Nguyen Lê, a battle between dead humans and living monsters, and the battle and final struggle of the people in this repeater world to understand this apocalypse from their own perspective, against the "culprit" of this apocalypse as they understand it. I couldn't join in because I couldn't see the world from Dr. Nguyen Li's point of view. Nor can they observe what they see, nor can they understand the way they fight. As I see in their eyes. Just a mentally ill person, everything I saw, from their point of view, was just a hallucination of a mentally ill person.

However, no matter what they think, how I see it. What they observed, what I observed, how different we were. The enemies we face, the beliefs we fight against, and the hopes we want to take. But to some extent it is consistent. Perhaps in the eyes of the researchers in the repeater world led by Dr. Ruan Li, Youjiang is not a humanoid or a mysterious monster, but an unknown life form from the depths of the universe, a "white Claudia" that exists in front of the world in the form of a plant with white flowers; Perhaps in their eyes, fighting this culprit that led to the end of the world is not a flurry of fists and kicks, a volley of weapons, and a mysterious rampage. However, "they are fighting" is also an indisputable fact.

From my point of view, I saw that one of the fighting sides was Heishui, Saya, and the apparition of Dr. Nguyen Lê, who combined the power of both. However, Blackwater brings together six billion people, and Dr. Nguyen Le is also an out-and-out member of the symposium. On the other hand, it is not an exaggeration to say that this is the wisdom and strength generated by the thousands of researchers in the world of repeaters represented by Dr. Nguyen Li, as well as the human beings condensed in their research, and the counterattack against monsters.

The black water was roaring and churning, Saya was waving her limbs, everything was going wild, but why couldn't you think that this was the cry of all the humans in the repeater? They fought, they suffered, they failed, they struggled, they hid, they fell into intrigues, they gave everything they had, they thought, and then they came to the conclusion of what way they had to get the hope of victory, they could not be sure of their victory, but they had to do it, and so they did it—in a way that I could not directly observe, in a way that I could not comprehend the law of change, in a way that seemed to me to be hallucinatory.

I can't be sure, that's what it's real, I'll admit, it's my speculation, it's my imagination, it's my hallucination, but I'd rather believe that all these struggles are true, and I'm in this moment, relying on all the people, and all of them, too, are seizing the opportunity that comes with me as a teenager who is just a mentally ill teenager in their eyes.

I would like to believe that all the disputes and murders of the past have all turned into cooperative forces in this moment, stirring in this darkness.

It's a big deal.

In the past, I was just fighting alone, but at this moment, I am not alone.

"To win, Dr. Nguyen Li." I floated in the void of the universe, staring, thinking, imagining, and presenting in my mind the changes that might exist buried in the darkness in a way that I could understand, and I drew from this illusory and grand battle the strength to continue the battle—hope.

I'm pretty sure that if Youjiang really did what I thought, then it would definitely not fail so easily, but the power of the researchers who are running for the end of the world, as symbolized by Dr. Nguyen Li and the seminar, and the strength of the six billion people who have gathered in the way of black water, will definitely not be useless - the reason is actually very simple, because as human beings in the repeater world, they themselves represent a large part of the power of the repeater itself, even if the Nazis deliberately modified the repeater. With the mystery collected, he created the moon god in a nightmare, and sacrificed the moon god as a tribute to Youjiang, so that the power of Youjiang is more than six billion people combined. It will never be overwhelming.

This Las Vegas repeater, from the beginning of its transformation, has determined its own division, and the power of us, the outsiders, has swallowed part of this torn power into our stomachs, and this part of the power may belong to Dr. Ruan Li, or to six billion human beings, or to the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut. Maybe it belongs to Father Edward, maybe it belongs to the NOG, maybe it belongs to District 51, or it belongs to the Doomsday Shinrikyo, but it definitely does not belong to the Nazis, it does not belong to Youjiang.

This is the real reason why the Nazis took control of the Las Vegas repeater, but we could take it away or destroy it from within. This was the beginning of the Las Vegas Repeater Raiders program.

It's a show. Although the time is not long, it is simply compared to the time inside the repeater. It's only been a few months, but to me, to others, to the people in the world of repeaters, it's like thousands of years. It took great difficulty to get to this final step. When it starts, the end is already doomed, and everyone wants the ending to be as they want, but. I have to be the last victor.

I thought so, stared at the darkness that had twisted from the silhouette of the human form, it was so calm, and I was so uneasy. There is no contradiction between the uncalm of my heart and the calmness of my mind, my emotions are like a waveform that shakes sharply, but a cold and cruel reason runs through this waveform in a straight line. My brain was hot, and even though I had lost my heart, I could feel the blood rushing along the veins, as thick as mercury. Although he lost his right hand, the magic pattern is no longer on his right hand, and although he has lost his body, the magic pattern is no longer on his body. Where the hell is the magic pattern? I couldn't see the only skull left, but I could feel it, as if it was woven from the only remaining nerves, blood vessels, muscle fibers, brain cells, and other parts of the brain, or rather, it was everything in my only remaining head, and it was all intertwined.

The four prisms, in the form of a cross, in my mind, stretched out in a hallucinatory way, glowing, and rapidly rotated, while the ubiquitous temporary data hedged the aftermath like a spark of stars, appearing around the perimeter of the magic pattern, and in the huge suction, it turned into light, converging on the sharply rotating magic pattern.

This is the only power I have left, or rather, that has never disappeared. I'm a Demon Emblem, and I'm still alive, so even if I only have one head left, I'm still a Demon Emissary, a fourth-level Demon Emissary!

I took a deep breath, and the strongest and most mysterious material I had ever seen, the Structural Material, was born out of the cosmic void in a way that I could not and did not need to understand. It is like a spider silk that connects the gaps under my head, at the neck and neck, weaving muscles, blood vessels, nerves and bones, it is not a cell-like bond, but a myriad of silk threads entangled, into shapes that I am familiar with, I am not familiar with, to combine those parts that have been lost.

The neck grows out, the shoulders grow, then the arms, torso and feet. There are bones, there are internal organs, there are gray-white nerves, blood vessels, and "blood" like ashes. Although the appearance is similar, the function and essence are completely different from those parts that the human body once had, and the performance is not on the same level.

Only the head, or in other words, excluding the "left eye", is still the category of "human" in common sense, and the rest of the place is completely a creation of structural materials, just like those physical beings in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau. The armor that looks hideous is actually skin, and it looks like an exoskeleton, but it is actually no different from muscles, from the inside to the outside, it is a structure, and it is just a structure. The helmet in the shape of a crow's head covered my head, and a mask fell from it, it was the shape of a harlequin, and the slender hands and feet were wrapped around gray-white thorns, but each spike could be regarded as a miniature cannon muzzle. Hanging from my waist was a knife-like weapon with a trigger, similar in appearance to the critical weapon I used in the past, the "Radioactive Ash Particle Resonance Device", but it was not, but more closely related to the weapon that came with physical life at birth - and it was also a part of the body.

I am floating in the void of the universe, although in the eyes of others, I may look like a slender human in armor, but I know very well that this is my **** appearance now.

"Fourth-level Demonic Pattern Form Change, Primal Life Mode, Ninety Percent." I renamed myself at this moment: "Suti Takagawa." ”

The seemingly calm darkness in front of it rippled, and the cosmic background around it was slightly distorted, and I could imagine how drastic the changes inside it were, as if it was about to reach or had reached its peak. After devouring the Celestial Courtyard Coconut, the Eye of the Moon, which had also become calm, was also restless and restless - its current form was like "two cells", but black spots of corruption were gradually appearing on the surface of this cell, and its own operation law had produced a disorder that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and I could not see it directly with the naked eye, but I felt this disorder with chain judgment.

Fluctuations, everything fluctuates, or rather, although everything is not made of fluctuations, fluctuations cover their surface and outline their shapes. So, when this fluctuation becomes unstable, the observed things also begin to distort. The chain judgment observes this distortion and presents it in my mind in a more intuitive way.

When I close my eyes, the vision I paint in my mind is indescribable, contrary to common sense, and different from what is observed with the naked eye.

The next moment, the tentacles smashed the inside of the Eye of the Moon, coming out of the body, both cells were penetrated, and more tentacles were opening holes from every position, and the Eye of the Moon seemed to have many flagella in an instant, however, this seemed to be an extremely dangerous omen for the Eye of the Moon. The Eye of the Moon itself was full of restlessness, some of the tentacles were squeezed and broken, but the other part of the tentacles were still trying to tear open larger cracks, and there were many more tentacles, striking the cell wall from the inside with a kind of fury.

The darkness began to distort, and from the distorted image, the smell of human form was revealed—and I felt the great horror again, that Youjiang was coming back. (To be continued.) )