I stood on my feet and woke up from my trance. I didn't have a cloak made of quarks, and I was covered with the same clothes as I was in the inherent enchantment of Egawa, but at this time I was out of the circular arena, as if what I had experienced before was just a dream, but of course, it was not just a "dream". I realized that I had returned to the peninsula.

The effect of the chain judgment returned to normal, and in the blink of an eye, I observed Father Edward's transformed demonic incarnation. Although the humanoid sculpture left me one step ahead of me in the inherent enchantment of the river, after entering the relatively normal environment of the peninsula, the time difference between me and it was almost negligible. It is only a step ahead, but it is only a step ahead, and the time and distance length of this step are not decisive in the face of speed sweeping.

I have not observed the tangible embodiment of the inherent barrier of the river on the peninsula, and as with some temporary data hedging spaces that I have encountered in the past, I cannot determine its location in space by normal observation methods. Zuo Chuan and Egawa are probably still in the consciousness world of the volcanic magma, attacking each other in the form of monsters, and if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be able to get out easily.

Now, although I am the only one left to face Father Edward, it is better than not being able to catch up.

The headless body of the humanoid sculpture was bent over its head, and an invisible high-speed tunnel passed behind it. As the humanoid tried to attach to the head, I had already reorganized the long knife with a fourth-level demonic pattern and swept it behind it, slashing at its waist before it could react. The resistance to my hands was as tough and tough as ever, but with this intensity, I could still cut it. Its movements stalled in this instant. I slashed fifteen times in total. The next moment, a little starlight shot out from the crack where the humanoid sculpture was divided, and the speed of this starlight was so fast, with a flash, it was already close at hand, even if it was a mysterious expert who was good at moving at high speed. At least the speed of Novsky's lightman form is required to dodge.

However, I was faster than the light man's Novsky.

The reference of speed is more flexible and faster than the rotation of consciousness, just like the instinct of transcending thinking, at the beginning of the starlight, it has already catalyzed my speed, reaching a relatively faster realm. I escaped into the invisible highway, taking away the seemingly inaccessible distance, and even if the stars were so close, they could not cross this distance. Moreover, this distance is still stretching. In a thousandth of a second, I could see the bodies of the stars, the gaps between them, and the trajectories of their movements—they were not physical objects, but like little light, but with a definite aggression at such times. But no one will be willing to take it and see what the outcome will be.

I stepped back. In an instant, the trajectory of the stars did not change, according to their original angle, after continuing to shoot out in a straight line, as the distance extended, the gap between each other also increased. And I came back from a hundred meters away. Traveling between the stars, before the second thousandth of a second began, it was already behind the humanoid sculpture, whether it intended to take advantage of the opportunity to leave, or to take advantage of the opportunity to change. Or take the opportunity to adjust the direction you are facing, but it will not help. Because, I'm fast enough, faster than I can handle.

Before it could do all the movements it wanted, I slashed out a hundred knives, slicing its already flawed body into smaller pieces again. It's just that the speed is so fast that the severed parts don't have time to detach from each other, so that it looks like it's still preserving a whole for the time being.

After that, the humanoid sculpture did not make any more counterattacks, and it seemed that it had run out of skills. Even so, I still believe that even if this demon is defeated in disguise, it will not be painful for Father Edward himself. If you want to really kill him, unless you find the core weakness that is common to him in disguise, otherwise, in my imagination, every demon in disguise must be killed at least once, but, does there be a common core weakness in disguise? Every time you kill a demon in disguise, can you eliminate the survival possibilities brought by the nine hundred and ninety-nine demons? None of this is for me to be sure.

In less than a second, chopping the humanoid sculpture into meat sauce seemed to be the limit of what I could do against this demon in disguise. If you continue to attack, there is no point in cutting it into more fine pieces.

So I retreated, stretching the distance to ten meters away. There is no difference between a meter away and ten meters away for a quick sweep. When I stopped, the humanoid sculpture began to crack along the wound, as if hundreds of building blocks had fallen apart at the same time, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor, but not a trace of blood was coming out.

The place where we fought was quite remote from where the others were fighting, but for the two behemoths in charge, the impact was enough to ripple across the peninsula. From time to time, the ground shook, the black water fell like rain, swept with the wind, slapped on the forest turf, eroded it to a sizzling sound, as far as the eye could see, the green of the natural ecology was like a broken candle flickering, dying, even if the sun was shining outside the peninsula, it could not bring any hope to the life on the peninsula.

The Alienated Right River and the Eye of the Moon still hang high in the sky, and the Four Heavenly Courtyards Gaconuts ride the waves of the black water, crashing against the reef-like Saya giants. Trees, soil, rolling stones, and buildings were pulled out by strange forces and thrown into the air, tumbling and splashing, roaring and roaring, making it seem like the heavens and the earth were collapsing.

I dodged several waves of falling objects from the sky, half-cut buildings, trees the size of three stories, mud mixed with rocks, all of which were filled with black water and alienated flesh, both competing to eat at each other, and at every substance that came into contact with them. Every gust of wind blew and filled it with despair and madness, and it also sent countless spores. These spores look like white Claudia and dandelion tidbits that cover the peninsula and then float away to the world beyond the peninsula in the wind.

The raindrops of black water, the scraps of alienated flesh and blood, the spores scattered and floating, no matter which one sticks to the body, it takes some energy to bear or drive away the mutations and deterioration they bring. I felt itchy on my skin, and every now and then it seemed as if something was going into my pores, spreading along the blood vessels, muscle gaps, and nerves all over my body. I felt my whole body swell, as if my facial features were starting to deform, and these foreign objects were pervasive, and because they were too wide and dense, they were difficult to dodge. Although the physical strength of the fourth-level demonic emissary is quite resistant to this deteriorating mutation. But it's not completely uneventful.

I temporarily used the fourth-level magic pattern to structure the scabbard of the long knife into an umbrella shape, but when I first broke away from the inherent barrier of Jiangchuan, the environment was already so harsh that I couldn't avoid it at all. The attack on the humanoid sculpture was carried out at a high speed, but it was also done while exposed to such a harsh environment. If Father Edward could be killed like this, it would be fine to be exposed for a while, but at the moment, there was no need to do so.

Come with the wind. The black water, alienated flesh, and spores carried by the stormed storm were so dense that an open umbrella could not completely isolate them, just as in a storm, even with an umbrella, wearing a raincoat would get wet. Even so, my physical abnormality can still be maintained at a balance point that is not good, but it is not completely deteriorating.

The fourth-level demon pattern was constantly absorbing the aftermath of the temporary data hedge, and the data hedge was raging on the peninsula at this time. It's already stronger than in Egawa's inherent barrier. I was feeling my body and guessing. Perhaps one's body's resistance to this erosion does not depend solely on the inherent strength and mystery of the body, but also on the way and efficiency of the fourth-level magic pattern in using the aftermath of the data hedge. Although I can't fully use the power of the fourth-level magic pattern to "strengthen the body", I hedge the situation of the environment according to the data. The increase in the body of the fourth-level demon pattern envoy is still within the range of logical approval.

With each passing second, my body became more accustomed to the current harsh environment, and the discomfort caused by those alienations began to diminish significantly. A large part of my attention is still on Father Edward. The humanoid sculpture, chopped to pieces, was also being covered in black water, alienated flesh, and spores. Either way, however, I felt that it was a threat to Father Edward - conversely, even if the current fragments of these human sculptures were rustling and seeming, and were producing disorderly mutations, I still had a hunch that such changes might be beneficial to Father Edward.

If there is any evidence or clue, then consider the source of Blackwater and Saya.

Whether it is the Saya virus or the Trojan virus, in all the information, it was brought by Father Edward - whether they existed before Father Edward is not available for the time being, but whether it is Father Edward's control over Saya or in the Peninsula Data Hedging Space, the ambition to blackwater is enough to make people guess that neither Blackwater nor Saya have characteristics beyond Father Edward's expectations, and Father Edward may certainly have various means to restrain or use them.

Inorganic matter and organic matter are stirred together to form a semi-liquid product, which is the form of the humanoid sculpture in front of you after erosion. Flesh and blood, like mud, and flesh-colored cement, began to wriggle before it solidified. This wriggling is full of the breath of life and the nausea that makes it difficult to keep an eye on it, it is like all kinds of "forbidden things" described in the occult, foreign objects that should not appear in the natural ecology, and things that cannot be produced through natural evolution.

It made a slippery, twisted sound, like a scream, like the sound of a body being shaken. Just as I was adjusting to the abnormal reaction of the harsh environment to my body, it also began to change further. My adaptability is still a step faster than its mutation, even if it's just for a second, and the speed sweep is enough to stretch that second long enough to launch multiple attacks.

So, I raised my umbrella and held a knife and jumped into the invisible high-speed passage. In an instant, he came to the mass that was not something, and he did not know how to describe it vividly—there seemed to be no difference in its shape, whether it was in front of or behind, left and right—and the blade slashed again, and easily cut the mass, but when he turned and slashed down a second time, the feeling of being bitten came from the mass of things. I dragged the long knife out, and the blade was literally bitten by a mouth full of sharp teeth, which was not like a human mouth connected to intestines, and I stretched it ten meters away with no end in sight.

I don't know what it was, it seemed to have been disemboweled, and its intestines had fallen off the ground, but although it was disgusting, it didn't mean that it had been wounded - because it wasn't human at all.

The mouth snapped off the blade and slammed to the ground, dragged back by the attached intestines. From the flesh-colored cement, mud-like flesh and blood, a pustule suddenly bulged out. The pustule burst from the inside, revealing a half-humanoid body. This half of the body has no head, no left half of the body, and no lower body, the palm of the right hand is suddenly twisted into a ball, the fingers have lost their bones and become soft, elongated, like tentacles, and the tip of the index finger has an eyeball. The mouth, dragged back by the intestines, was grabbed by this strange hand, fused together, and embedded in the twisted and tangled palm.

"It's disgusting, Father Edward, is that what you like?" Faced with this unknown, I asked as I retreated a few steps back.

The monster in his right hand opened its mouth and hissed rhythmically as if in reply, so sharp that it seemed to burrow into its ear and stab it straight into the heart, but it could not be understood. However, I have the impression that this rhythm and pronunciation are somewhat similar to the unique language of the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult. If the pronunciation of wizards is a lingua franca, the pronunciation of this right-handed monster is probably a dialect.

"Can't even speak a language that ordinary people can understand?" That's what I said to it.

The voice made by the monster in the right hand also changed like this: "Lian...... Restoration of the ...... OK...... Exhausted speech...... Rustling...... Zizi ...... Bang Rub Rub ...... Card Wipe Card Wipe ...... Is it so? ”

Is it repeating my voice? I can't help but think that it's like a baby babbling like a toddler. What kind of state Father Edward was in at this time is really puzzling.

The monster in his right hand swung his body, and beckoned his right hand like a half-headless humanoid, and in addition to the eyeballed index finger, the four tentacle-like fingers that had become soft and long were drawn like whips, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. I've observed that in the moment of the swing, the four tentacles begin to harden and become sharp, like real blades. At this speed, even a giant tree that two people can wrap together can cut it in two. (To be continued.) )