I'm the only mystical expert in the field who can be faster than the alienated Youjiang in immediacy, and I'm also the one who recovers faster than others in the consciousness walk.

I did everything I could to prevent the alienated Youjiang from getting out of the range of the attack, I did everything I could to make her have to pay more attention to the offensive on my side than the others, and I did everything I could to prevent her from having the idea of attacking others. I don't have the slightest idea of relying directly on my own strength to defeat the alienated Youjiang, I know very well what kind of monster I am facing. My task is to stall for time, so that the hole cards of the mysterious organizations of all parties can make up enough time to be activated, and maybe these hole cards will have an impact on me in the end, but I also believe that the alienated Youjiang has not yet shown her full strength, and her negligence also means that she expects and has the power to fight against the hole cards of the mysterious organizations of all parties.

In my conception, the conflict between the alienated Youjiang and the mysterious organizations of all parties is in a state of dynamic checks and balances, and I myself must be the final balance breaker. The posture of acting as a vanguard at this time is precisely the cover for the destroyer of the final balance.

I'm not sure if my thoughts have been seen through by others, but in the face of a strong enemy like Alienated Youjiang, even if I figure out my abacus, it's hard to be sure that I can destroy this abacus. At first, the reason why I was in a dangerous situation and still sat back and watched the changes of the Moon God and the Alienated Right River was precisely because I was looking forward to the fact that the Alienated Right River in front of me had enough power to make the mysterious organizations of all parties have no time to care about anything else after taking out their hole cards.

My personal experience is enough to make me aware of how dangerous it is to maintain this balance of prejudgment. But until now, I'm still sure that after taking such a big risk, I've finally let things remain in my plan.

Every second that passes means I'm getting closer to the final result. I have done my best to carry out my plan. If I am still shattered by others, I have nothing to regret.

Because, I have never been a genius, nor a shrewd person, but just the level of an excellent high school student at a school. Excluding the power of being a mystical expert, that's all my intellect is. I never overestimated myself. I don't underestimate others, I never expect anything from luck, I just hope that luck will be on my side.

I fought with my whole life precisely because it was a battle that I had to do in the first place.

I don't think that the power that my whole life has turned into is the strongest force in the whole world, because this is not a world where everything revolves around me, nor is it all contradictions and strife. It's all a script with me at its core.

I'm not the main character, and I can say that there is no human being who is the main character.

As the poem describes: People denounce the flying insects like a marquee, so the flying insects are the protagonists of the play.

Flying insects are the "river", the "virus", the main culprit that leads to the spread of doomsday syndrome, and the source of infection in the hospital. It's the end of the apocalyptic fantasy, any non-human being I can see.

Therefore. The alienated Youjiang we are fighting against is the protagonist of this battle on the peninsula.

In an orthodox and refreshing adventure story, the person who opposes the protagonist does not end well, but not every adventure story is not so cool. I hope that in this I am looking at. The story of not being the protagonist is strange enough, unexpected enough, and literary and artistic enough.

I swung my spear and pointed at the moment. The enemy, who has no chance of victory, advances and advances again. I felt like the ridiculous and grotesque knight in the famous book who charged at the windmill with a spear and an old horse.

I shouted in my heart, I walked in the expansion of consciousness again and again, I searched for the thoughts that allowed me to summon up courage in the repeated flickering thoughts, and in all the negative emotions, I tapped the blood that allowed me to face despair.

Yes, I have to give myself a boost, because even if I feel like I can't do it once, if I don't have hope, then I really can't pull myself back together. Therefore, it doesn't matter if you just use fixed thinking, ridiculous narcissism, unknown self-hypnosis, and all these methods that are regarded as self-deception by others.

"Because, I have long admitted that I am just a patient." I stared at the figure that had dodged and fought back countless times in a thousandth of a second, at the staggered shades of red. In the fast-moving world, the red eroded, resisted, stirred back and forth, and ever-changing red, it is like my soul, my blood, my spirit, my consciousness, my delusion, my life.

The body and will of the alienated Youjiang are so hard, whether it is in the material state or the consciousness state, even if it is hit by the sharp blade in my hand, there will be no damage, even if it makes a mistake for a moment, it will not let this mistake repeat again. Ninety-nine percent of my encounters have been useless, but the only few repulsions since the beginning of the battle have been the source of my fighting spirit.

I have to act as the fiercest attack, the most timely shield, because, no one here can do it but me—and that is the motivation for me not to stop in the mud.

Novsky seems to be intent on using the characteristics of the alien space to contain the alienated Youjiang, but, from my point of view, his actions are also futile. The "NEWTYPE" of the Alienated Youjiang is too adaptable to mysterious phenomena, but although it can't really contain the Alienated Youjiang, it makes the trajectory of the bullet start to move in a strange path in my observations.

If you can't influence the enemy, you can cooperate with your own people - is this the way of thinking of Novsky now? I'm guessing like this, but the firearms and weapons that prepare the S mechanism correspond to the mystery of the alienated Youjiang at this time, but it seems too weak, and even if it hits, it probably won't have a direct killing effect.

That's how I think everyone else is doing more useless work except for myself – is that really the case? Theoretically, of course, it is impossible, no one here will really do useless work, complete uselessness means death, I know very well, this is just a maintenance of one's own fighting mentality.

Because, if you don't think so. You can't do your best. If you don't believe that you are the strongest one in the field, and if you don't carry the strongest one, you must protect the belief of the weak, and you will not be able to break through yourself and accelerate to that realm that the enemy cannot predict.

No one can save themselves, so. It's up to you to save whomever you want. No one can be stronger than themselves at this moment, so you must be the strongest person and be the hardest wall at the front. This is "Takakawa".

Whether it's arrogance or helplessness, until now, you can only use silence to deal with it.

The fragments disappeared before my eyes in an instant, and then reappeared in an instant, in the observation of the chain judgment. The presentation of the movement is precisely because of the mystery of dimensionality reduction, which produces completely different changes from the usual, and these drastic changes bring about huge information impacting my mind, making me feel that my load is accumulating again and again, and each time it accumulates, I feel that I am already standing on the edge of the cliff, as if the next moment I will be crushed like an over-inflated balloon. However, it is such a spirit. A fighting spirit that keeps me on the edge of this without really falling.

Sniper bullets grazed past me, my movement, alienated right river movement, Novsky's movement. It is interfering with the route of this bullet all the time, but the result of the interference is like this, and it persistently points directly at the alienated right river - which part is it? Hands and feet? Body? Heart? Neck? Or the head?

My intuition tells me that it is the left eye of the alienated right river!

Yes. The left eye of the alienated Youjiang, like her scarf, is full of obvious particularity, and in some ways, it is even more conspicuous than the red scarf that is shining. Every time she walks on her consciousness, it makes people feel that it is activated with that left eye as the core. No one knows what the actual situation is, whether this eye is a trap or not, so it is necessary to try.

My attacks were also aimed at this left eye, but from the attitude of the alienated right Jiang's defensive counterattack, I didn't feel the importance of this left eye to her. However, whether it was deliberate or unintentional, it is indeed an indisputable fact that the left eye of the alienated Youjiang has never been hit.

Can this bullet do anything? I don't know, but, have to try.

I took all my attacks as a cover for this bullet, and Novsky probably had the same idea, so I let this not very unusual bullet come to this moment in a journey timed by "instants".

The moment the bullet passed by, I took the initiative to use consciousness walking on the alienated right river for the first time.

I stared into her eyes, as I had done before, imagining myself walking into the depths of her eyes and pushing open the doors of my mind that were hidden there. After pushing open a door, there was another door, and the heavy doors were so strong and heavy that there was nothing superfluous in between, and each door seemed to be close to each other, without the slightest gap.

In a world of consciousness where time cannot be estimated, how many doors have I opened? I don't know myself, I was counting, but because of an invisible force, it caused a burst of trance. I don't think it's weird, because this kind of trance is so familiar, and I take the initiative to walk in consciousness, but it doesn't mean that Alienated Youjiang is a passive defender.

She's attacking. When I stepped into her consciousness, it also meant that I left my position and fully presented myself to her. For the alienated Youjiang, who is good at consciousness walking, it is the best opportunity to hit the opponent directly. But if she thinks so, that's exactly what I want. This time, I was using myself as bait, and there was nothing better than for the enemy to give his full attention to me.

In what way will the alienated right river be presented to me? When this thought came to mind, it began to split rapidly, and all kinds of unstoppable conjectures were like seeds. These seeds germinate, grow, and form a concrete and microscopic body, and one after another alienated Youjiang is presented in this world of consciousness.

They are the various possible ways of existence that I imagined to alienate Youjiang, but they are not just something as simple as "my imagination". Before I could imagine the specific outline, they had already completed it on their own, just like I had opened the beginning of a story, and the alienated Youjiang went on to write the specific content and ending.

Standing in front of me, these alienated Youjiang are indeed the presentation of the alienated Youjiang itself.

Dozens? Hundreds? Or thousands? I can't count it, my thoughts are still beating and splitting uncontrollably, and there are more of her here.

I only saw that my own up, down, left and right, in all directions, were all alienated Youjiang one after another. I suddenly remembered Jiang Chuan, who had been with me, the artificial humanoid weapon that the mercenary guild imitated in the final weapon, and when her mysterious "Inherent Enchantment-Self Cage" was activated, it was a type of scene, and when her enemies saw her come out one after another, the pressure they felt was the same as what I felt at this time.

I also think of Zuo Chuan, and her "Six Doppelgangers", if she is on this battlefield, she can also become a powerful combat force. However, Egawa is dead, and Sagawa is also placed among the Whisperers, serving as the guardians of Sakiya and Hachisei, along with several other women who have been eroded by the "E". Now that four billion people have been turned into black water by the Four Heavenly Temple's coconuts, I am worried, but I also feel that at least the Whisperers have a better chance of surviving than others while everyone outside the peninsula is in dire straits.

I was also reminded of the other occult experts I encountered in the NOG team during my investigation in Paris before entering the peninsula, such as Ryder and Apricot, who were in charge of overseeing regional affairs, and the two occult experts who seemed to have a background in the Central Principality when the team assembled before entering Las Vegas, as well as Dallas, the organizer of the seminar and the venue provider for the event.

Yes, there are many, many people, as if they should have their own stories, but they seem to be in a very distant place in memory, like "a story from a long time ago". My memory...... It is as if it is going through the washing of several times of time, and it is becoming pale and thin. The things that were originally impressive sank into the deep sea of memory before they knew it.

When I think about it, it scares me. Because, I think, it's like there's some kind of force trying to turn the things out at the bottom of the box and destroy them one by one.

The more the alienation increases, the more things I remember, and the stronger the feeling of that memory being opened. The seemingly endless alienated Youjiang in all directions didn't do anything, but it made me feel that her attack had already begun. This is not a common pattern of attack in the past, and my mind walk is not able to present this attack in a more concrete and visible form. I knew that this walk of consciousness had to come to an end, and I had to return to my own world.

The enemy is not in front of her, and the alienated Youjiang in front of her is increasing, but it doesn't mean that this is where she puts her greatest strength.

The invisible high-speed passage of the swift sweep took shape in this world of consciousness, and in the shortest distance, I passed through the side of the alienated right river, and I threw myself into it, and quickly ran towards the way I came. (To be continued.) )