The wriggling flesh didn't respond to any of my questions, and although it had a mouth in the palm of my right hand, it only mimicked my speech, or made an incomprehensible rhythmic sound, sometimes it felt like it was really talking, expressing itself, but sometimes it only made people feel that it was just a physiological sound similar to a sound made when you were hungry. I scratched the itchy face, and a large piece of flesh came off, and the abnormal flesh was still beating in my hand, and I threw it aside, and the wound began to itch in a completely different way, and soon there was a feeling of returning to its original state, and when I touched it again, the wound there was gone.

My body, in this constant erosion and continuous repair, has become more and more adapted to the harsh environment of the peninsula. As the fierce battle between the two monsters in the distance became more accumulated, the erosion power that accompanied the impact became more profound, but this level of increase did not seem to exceed my ability to adapt as a fourth-level demonic emissary.

The alienation of the surface of the body, and the alienation that goes deep into the internal organs with the breath, are going on at the same time, and I sometimes feel that my internal organs suddenly have other consciousness, grow tentacles, and become another life independent of this body, but when I was still a child, I was strangled in the cradle by another immune-like force, and its corpse was readjusted to normal internal organs, and the function as internal organs was strengthened little by little in the process of this change.

I feel that my breathing is more powerful, my heart rate is stronger, and although I am always accompanied by a feeling of discomfort from the inside out, and I cannot use my full body capacity normally, my current body is definitely stronger than my previous body under the same standard. And it's getting stronger.

I created a new respirator out of the fourth-level magic pattern and embedded it in the existing mask, and even then, the closer I got to the wriggling flesh in front of me, the stench still permeated the stench, even if it was deliberately scented to neutralize it. It didn't make the smell any less, but even the scent seemed to become part of the smell - the only consolation was that I felt that the smell that permeated the surroundings was finally less pure, and that the air I inhaled became more and more cloudy when different smells were mixed in, but still stronger than the extreme and pure smell before, at least psychologically.

I've walked within ten meters of this monster again. The stench here was so thick that even the wind could not completely blow it away, and the purple-black was like mist, and like dust, any bit of light could find the particles that were tumbling around like cantharids. It's said to be a "particle", but it's just a description of a form that you can see with your own eyes, in fact. I'm not sure if it's a "particle" on a material level. Or maybe it's just a visual phenomenon. In front of them, they flutter and tumble, but in chain judgment, they don't exist.

Father Edward has pulled out so many strange strokes that almost all of the mysteries I have seen in him are strange. Novelty, unexpected. Even if it is understood from the beginning that "mysterious" means "anything can happen", it is about the commonality of human cognition. It also has a macroscopic impact on the things in the apocalyptic fantasy, including "mystery", so most of the cases are "strange and not strange", and there are not many things that really make mysterious experts feel fresh.

There are 999 kinds of demons, even if they are designed only through imagination and rely on the power of one person, not everyone will be able to persevere. In other words, almost no one would actually do such a thing, let alone make all the nine hundred and ninety-nine demons something that could actually be observed, touched, and possessed in real form. I've never been able to understand how Father Edward accomplished the Ninety-Nine-Nine disguise, and this kind of power doesn't seem to be something he was born with, nor does it rely on the ready-made "mystery" of the magic pattern to further develop.

Father Edward's power seems to have been built out of nothing, designed and constructed by himself - but this situation is very contradictory to my understanding of the mysteries of the apocalyptic vision.

It is only in the closed world environment of the apocalyptic illusion that the concept of "mystery" tends to be "infinite unknown", precisely because of the infinite, it is elusive, and it is impossible to grasp its context and principle. For science, "logic" is the foundation on which it is founded, and "existence is material, and all things have traces to follow, which can ultimately be proved on the level of mathematics, and when mathematics comes to an end, it will illuminate philosophy, and correspond to pure ideological philosophy." This kind of understanding is also the foundation of modern science. Then, when all "logic" can only be regarded as "superficial" and "false", according to the method of scientific thinking, it is impossible to recognize the "mystery", nor can it explore and study the "mystery" in the true sense.

So, what did Father Edward rely on to complete the 999 disguise without relying on the method of scientific thinking and research? The perspective of thinking is also deeply dependent on logic, which I can't understand at all.

Perhaps, excluding the condescending reality of the hospital, and only from the perspective of "humans in the apocalyptic realm", Father Edward's own existence is closer to the source of the "mystery" than I am, and if there must be an explanation, then I can only think so.

However, even if Father Edward was a genius in the true sense of the word, beloved by the "mysterious", his talents were not comparable to those of ordinary people like me. However, just for now, I still feel that my odds are higher.

Because, the mighty Father Edward, is gradually changing from a "collaborator of many" to a "solitary loner". And I, who was originally a "lonely loner", is being needed by more people as the situation changes.

"As long as plural people exist in the same environment at the same time, social mechanisms come into play." Step by step, I walked over to the wriggling flesh and said to it, "Father Edward, when you are human and think of yourself as human, you need to acknowledge, confront and comply with the workings of society, but. Even if you become a monster and no longer think of yourself as a human being, you still have to face the workings of human society - the difference is that you were one of them before and could move with the trend, and now you are. It seems to have been left out and has to face the full pressure it brings. I'm the one fighting you here, but do you really think I'm the only one? ”

"Look at what you look like now, look at those two monsters in the distance...... You may think that everything is still in your plan at this point, but do you really think that it is just your plan? Do you really feel that other people's plans are just part of yours? It really can be thought without pressure. Can you adjust your own plan according to other people's plans to make up for the mistakes caused by deviations? I've always believed that the closer you get to the result, the less you can change. If you have to take 100 steps to reach your goal, then the most important choice is not the first 90 steps. It's about the last ten steps. "I'm five steps away from the wriggling flesh, a distance that the right-handed monster can grab with just one outstretch." Let me see what else you can do that is surprising, Father Edward, for you don't have more than ten steps left. ”

Wriggling flesh, flesh-like inorganics. The monster that constantly changed shape, the demon in disguise who possessed these three descriptions, finally began to change further in my gaze. I don't feel like I should stop it, and I don't think I can stop it. Because. The visible behavior may be just an illusion, and the real change is on a level that I can't observe.

It begins to autophagy.

The mouth of the monster in the right hand was attached to the constantly wriggling and changing body, biting down and swallowing one bite after another, and from the intestines connected to the right hand, you can see bursts of bulge, making people feel that what was swallowed by the mouth is being transported back into the wriggling flesh. It bit and swallowed so quickly, the previous breath, this mouth was only the size of a palm, but the next breath, it was already bigger than a normal person's head, and then it became able to swallow half of its body, just like a snake swallowing an elephant, the mouth opened wider and wider, far beyond the proportion of the right hand, grunted, and swallowed the whole body into it.

As a result, what seems to be a intestine is connected to the right hand at one end, and the other end is bitten by the mouth of the right hand, becoming an even more bizarre thing.

What's the use of that? I really don't understand, but this kind of behavior, such a form, seems to have some kind of metaphysical conceptual meaning.

Then, this strange being, I don't know if it was or not, the existence of the Gray Mist Demon, gradually turned into something gray-white, as hard as stone. At first, I couldn't figure it out, but I quickly confirmed that all the malice and aggression that came out of this thing was gone. More precisely, it seems that what is in front of you has become a dead thing.

I was a little surprised, and slashed it directly with a long knife, but as soon as the blade touched, the gray-white stone thing easily shattered, as if it had weathered for a long time, and turned into a pile of sand and collapsed.

Transferred? That was my first thought. I don't think this is a manifestation of Father Edward's death, since it is not death, then it can only be considered a diversion.

The next thought was: where did it go?

The answer to this question may not be so difficult to guess. I looked at the Four Heavenly Courtyard and Saya who were fighting fiercely in the distance, and if Father Edward was going to move somewhere, he would have to go there.

Didn't what I said before still fail to provoke this terrible guy after all? I am still mentally prepared for the current situation. I can't have the best expectations for how effective those words can be, and Father Edward is not an ignorant person, and what I said is not a unique reason. With the unknown ability of 999 disguise, I must be mentally prepared for "Father Edward has a thousand ways to escape, and I can't do anything about it" from the beginning. Being able to get Father Edward to retaliate against me with observable aggression is one of the easiest ways to limit his movements.

However, no matter what I said or did, it didn't seem to be able to mobilize its actions in the way I envisioned.

Unfortunately, folks of NOG, that's all I can do for you. Although I don't know exactly how long the people at Cyberball want me to pester Father Edward, they don't give an exact standard, I just start from my own feelings, and feel that what I have done is not as good as I would like. However, this is the truth. Even without the mutation of Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan, I couldn't have done better.

The Black River in the distance was already boiling so much that it was impossible for any boat to cross this roaring Black River. The huge waves it unleashed, some of which were even more than 100 meters, completely obscured the sunlight outside the peninsula, and its heavy posture seemed to cause terrible damage when it slapped on any piece of land. Whether it is a natural creation or a man-made structure, even if it is hidden deep underground, it will be devastating. Manipulated by the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, the black water rushed up to the riverbank of the peninsula in one go, soaring into the air, and pounced on the Saya supermer and every piece of land, building, and forest that had been eroded by Saya's alienated flesh and blood.

The peninsula is not surrounded by the sea, but the sight in front of you can only be described as a "black tsunami".

I jumped up to the treetops, continued to leap into the air with the help of the elastic force of the branches, transformed my coat into a glider with the fourth-level magic pattern, and hovered in the air with a strong wind, only to see the black wave spread in one gulp, breaking through the giant trees and buildings, engulfing all the colors of the surface and turning them into black swirls.

All I could hear was the sound of the tide surging, tearing, destroying everything. The huge lumps that were connected to each other because of the erosion of alienated flesh and blood were also submerged by the black water one by one. The black water is so huge that even if it floods the entire peninsula, it can't make the entire black river dry up. The Saya supermer stood in the black water, fighting the four heavenly courtyards and coconuts. All the sounds it made were completely extinguished by the surge of the black river, it was so brave, but it made people feel that they had run out of oil. (To be continued.) )