The spiritual erosion of the moon god has damaged me greatly, making me wonder how I survived, and I didn't directly become an idiot. If it had been me, I would have paid a greater price. Although I survived, as long as I thought about it, I felt palpitations, as if a thread was wrapped around my brain and pulled hard. The nerve signals in the body have been deranged, and there is a sense of stiffness after forcibly straightening it out, as if these hands and feet have become strangers' hands and feet, and I want it to move, although it can move, it looks very stiff. I took my right foot, and before my left foot could keep up, I couldn't help but stumble, trying to keep my balance, but I was always one step too slow, and I fell to the ground several times. The corners of my eyes were jerky, and my eyeballs seemed to be soaked in water, and when I looked through this layer of water, I saw that the heavens and the earth were dyed a faint red.

My ears were ringing all the time, and the sounds squeezed into my head and made me feel dizzy. I couldn't smell anything in my nose, it was hot and painful, and when I opened my mouth, I felt my stomach churn, and the slimy stuff spit out, only to find that it was a puddle of red and black mixed with fishy thickness. The full-coverage armor on my body had cracked, and with every few steps, shards would fall, but they were quickly repaired with the power of the fourth-level demonic pattern. The wind had never been so heavy, and it made me sway and cut into my skin like a knife.

I knew very well that in fact, the harshness of the external environment had not changed, and it was only when I was seriously injured that I had such an illusion. I still feel strong-willed, but every time I turn my head to think and judge, the pain always makes me feel faint.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably empty his brain and stop thinking about anything, maybe he would be happier when he was an idiot. Perhaps the blow from the moon god was to make people stop thinking. However, I am not an ordinary person, no, it should be said, I can't be an ordinary person. No matter how painful it is, thinking is necessary, and if you don't make choices and judgments, the plan can't be carried out, and all the previous efforts will be lost.

The attack of the moon god was so terrifying. If you want to say that the thing that people are most afraid of, it is probably the unknown, but in terms of behavior, it may be that you can't think. For modern people, it is probably to be imprisoned in thinking and become a slave to thought. From the primitive step by step, what human beings are most proud of is their more advanced thinking than other lifeforms, and their greater ability to think and learn. The application and development of the brain, which is regarded by humans as unique, is the most advantageous over other living beings. So much so that it eventually grew into the root of the "spirit of all things".

For the spirit, for the will. The gradual deepening of the power of consciousness in the direction of thinking, and even in the act of "thinking", is so mysterious that it cannot be explained by any existing scientific truth, and if there is an explanation, it is impossible to apply the principles on which these explanations are based to the present. For any conscious walker. This direct, seemingly crude, but actually very delicate nature and movement of power must be at the apex of the ability to walk consciously.

Although I am only a half-consciousness walker, I can understand what this level of power means for a consciousness walker. However. This is the power of the enemy, and it wants to use this power to stop us, to kill us, and how much power do we have to resist? I don't think that there are many mysterious experts who can resist this kind of power, I think that my current self is not inferior to a monster of Novsky's level, and my situation at this time also means that as long as a certain mysterious expert is weaker than Novsky in terms of comprehensive ability, and has no expertise in consciousness, facing the moon god is killing himself?

Isn't all the movement created by the moon god before as if it was a game compared to the previous mental impact? Even if you think about it, you will always feel a deep chill and fear of the moon god, but if you don't accept this fact, all actions against the moon god are just eggs hitting stones.

I don't know how long I've been in a trance since the onslaught of the moon god, but the situation on the battlefield has changed dramatically. Except for the alienated Youjiang and the moon god, the rest of the people couldn't feel its sound at the first time, and it almost made me think that everyone except myself was dead. However, this illusion can be easily understood. As long as I'm alive, I can estimate the situation of others based on my own situation. Those mysterious experts who stayed on the peninsula must have died again, but even if they didn't reach the level of Novsky, as long as they took out their hole cards, they probably could still survive, but once they used their hole cards to protect themselves, it means that these mysterious experts have also fallen into a situation where they have run out of oil.

The moon god just used a blow worthy of his own prestige to put so many mysterious experts in a desperate situation, if it weren't for the constraints and imprisonment of the temporary data hedging space jointly created by many mysterious organizations on this peninsula, there would be no chance of winning at all, right? Whether it is the repeater Marceau or Novsky, the reason why they show great strength is precisely because of the support of the repeater, but even if this Las Vegas repeater was modified by the Nazis in a destructive way to leave many flaws, but it is absolutely impossible for one repeater to invade another repeater, or under the nose of the Nazis, it is absolutely impossible to do it easily. I suspect more than once that one of the reasons for limiting the battlefield to this peninsula is also due to the fact that the repeater forces of Area 51 and NOG cannot be applied to the entire repeater range with great fanfare.

Of all the mysterious experts I've seen of who are oversized monsters, only Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts and Father Edward are the most likely to be unrestricted by the battlefield area. They use their own mysteries, not the mysteries of foreign objects such as repeaters, but they can compete with repeater users in their personal applications. For any mysterious expert, this would have been enough to call it a "monster".

However, even if the battlefield is limited to the peninsula, there are many careful plans, and there are at least five strong opponents who can be called "monsters", but there is no sign of the slightest advantage in the situation against the moon god and the alienated Youjiang who later participated in the war. Even before I interfered with Novsky. I didn't see any possibility of defeating the moon god, and I could only say that in the limited time and space, the mysterious organizations of all parties had a certain degree of self-preservation ability.

The mysterious experts who entered this repeater world at the beginning and after that, along with one incident after another, before you knew it, there were only a few dozen left. I don't think there will be more than twenty of these dozens of mysterious experts who are regarded as the backbone of the peninsula who have survived until now, and if there are less than ten people left, I think it is extremely normal. The reduction in numbers alone wasn't too direct to me, but for other mystical experts, the rate of attrition must have been shocking. They worked together and experienced the horrors of this mass attrition in the deepest possible light.

If no one can leave Las Vegas alive, then this repeater strategy mission is ten deaths, and if one or two survive, then, it will be nine deaths. Before the start of the operation. NOG doesn't make any mistakes in describing the mission. However, even this kind of nine deaths is a life. It is unattainable for many occult experts who participated in this mission, and even if they are still alive at this time, who can be sure that they will be able to hold out to the end? If they had come with the consciousness of sacrifice in the first place, then this is the time. It is indeed a testimony to their enlightenment.

I stumbled and staggered to the ground.

I've tried to speed up, however, even when I'm doing it, I'm constantly suffering from the spirit of the luna's release. The intensity and frequency were far beyond the initial battle, as if it wasn't until he faced the alienated Youjiang that the moon god showed his true skills under tremendous pressure. Once I fall into a trance, in pain, unable to think, and my mind is completely blocked by the thought of jumping rapidly, the high speed of the rush becomes extremely dangerous.

Even a quick sweep never means that the road ahead is straight and smooth, but only that you can avoid obstacles and dangers more quickly in the eyes of others. If you lack the subjective consciousness to think and judge the way forward, you can still rely on intuition and fighting instincts, but under the frequent spiritual erosion of the moon god, even intuition and instinct have a feeling of being blocked.

It is as if the thoughts of the superficial consciousness or the subconscious will become something else before they have time to take shape in this high-frequency operation that is forcibly pulled, and they will swell into deformed and bloated. Even when actively mobilizing the power of consciousness walking, there will be a kind of subjective mobilization of oneself and the emphasis on self-perception that will help and abuse.

In an unstoppable trance, I was left with only the awareness of my own existence, and everything else was endlessly and irregularly, uncontrollably expanding, changing, and blocking, and it was completely impossible to grasp the process of speed, adjust the course, or stop the journey. Every time I wake up from a trance, I have to adjust my body again and again.

At a distance of less than a hundred meters, I don't know how long I walked, only that I knew that I had been in a trance fifty-three times. The Raven Knight's armor was broken and mended, and then shattered again in a trance, and I tried to enter the shadows, but the power of the moon god still penetrated the dimensional isolation. To describe it, the process of the action of that power is not like a pen piercing through the paper, but as if it is through another dark channel, as if it is directly bred from my heart, as if through the maintenance of the soul between people, through the depths of the ocean of the collective subconscious, like ocean currents, the subjective consciousness cannot be observed or captured.

Every time I wake up from my trance, I find that the moon god in the distance, which is as huge as a mountain, has a more profound and distorted transformation. The alienated right river always stood on its body, as if it had not moved when I was in a trance, and unconsciously, there was an intuitive feeling that the alienated right river was already a part of the moon god. The luna god's body lost its scale-covered hardness, and a large amount of fluid poured out of its body, smearing it on its body as if it were a greasy skin. It made no sound, its face, which had no facial features to speak of, could not make any expression, and it even gradually lost its movements, but it could exude a desperate and painful despair and pain from all over its body, and only under this despair and pain did it become like a monster of flesh and blood, more real than ever. In comparison, on the contrary, the alienated Youjiang, who has always maintained the appearance of a humanoid woman, is more like a monster.

Perhaps, the current alienated Youjiang is a monster among monsters, and anything that is regarded as a monster will become ordinary in front of it. And such an alienated Youjiang will replace the moon god and become the most direct opponent of all of us. I don't know if it's worth it, but I do hope that my actions against Novsky will encourage the Nazis to devote more energy to the alienation and completely abandon the control of the Las Vegas repeater that has been in tatters.

The dying and struggling Moon God, even in a state that was no longer able to move, radiated spiritual erosion that became more brutal and frequent each time. I don't know if this kind of impact is effective in its battle against the alienated right river, but its performance makes it more vivid and shocking. It is like in the documentary of the animal world, the fierce and cruel beast will also become weak in the face of natural disasters, become embarrassed, become dying, and have to use the last strength to fight, the ferocity and cruelty of the past seem to be engraved on the weakness and stubbornness of that moment.

But, like the beast that has failed and died, its past victories and strength cannot prevent it from weakening and dying. When I felt the frequency and strength of the spiritual erosion begin to weaken, I realized that this monster-like moon god had fallen into death step by step before it reached the peak of its life. Perhaps, the attack that almost destroyed my consciousness directly, and the changes that I did not know about in my trance, were already the most exuberant period of time since its birth from this repeater world—so short, and so heart-wrenching.

The moon god is going to die, it is going to be eaten, and it will make another, more powerful monster even stronger. Then, all those who sit back and watch this happen, no matter what plan they have, must have the awareness that the chances of survival have plummeted. (To be continued.) )