Time is meaningless, when the mind of the righteous body Gao Chuan begins to turn, when his emotions begin to surge, everything is developing in an indescribable direction. He knew very well that if he could persevere, perhaps the strength of the prosthesis was not the key, nor was it the core factor. The heavy pressure comes from the heart, from the consciousness, from the thinking and imagination, and from the basis of a person's cognition of self and things. When you carry out an attack on this scale, all the factors that make up your own consciousness, all the factors that support it, are facing a sharp test.

Even if it is just an image of consciousness, Prosthetic Takakawa feels "the load that spreads from thinking to the body." He felt the heat under his nasal membrane and wiped it with his hands, only the blood he was accustomed to. Blood was pouring out of his features, clouding everything he saw with blood, everything he smelled was full of blood, and the sound of the waves, which was full of sound and light but dead and monotonous, reappeared in front of him.

As he expected, the huge and hazy monster figure, in the sound of the waves, seemed to rush out of the picture, and passed through the seemingly never-ending barrage in a majestic posture. Its figure is stirred and becomes more difficult to describe, but its movement is so obvious. The moment the prosthetic Takagawa observed it, he had already entered a state of rapid sweeping. The ammunition that had been poured on the monster became a mosaic again, spinning, reconstructing, combining, and turning into a wall in the monster's undescribeable but observable movements, encircling it in the middle.

Takakawa didn't even know why he was forming a "wall", but he instinctively did it in that dark intuition, in that strange murmur, in that sound like a tidal wave.

The monster's mass began to spread in all directions, and Takakawa could gradually feel how the surging of his own thoughts was stirred, and the ashes with sparks falling from the sky were extinguishing, and gradually, the sky full of burning clouds had stopped for some time, like a picture of a set. The weapons that are being disassembled, reassembled, and constructed by the mosaic phenomenon are also distorted into non-mosaic forms, and their final composition is no longer an inorganic weapon, but a part of some kind of living organism—a limb, an internal organ, a hair, or something else. In the depths of this subconscious that should have belonged to oneself, a distorted and powerful force is coming from the deeper subconscious, and the huge volume and mass are changing the scenery of this conscious world.

Those strange forms that were not interfered with by the prosthetic Takakawa, nor did they interfere with any of the actions of the prosthetic Takakawa, like a ghost and a swimming fish, freely shuttling between the sky and the earth, and constantly marching into the distance like a queue of peers, all emerged with malice that made the prosthetic Takakawa feel creepy. They seem to have changed their original attitude under the influence of the monster, but even what the essence of these strange things is, and whether they have another consciousness that is different from the consciousness of the prosthetic Takakawa himself, the prosthetic Takagawa himself has no way of knowing. He only knew that, in a certain sense, since these weirdness appeared in his own world of consciousness, it had proved that the world of consciousness that he thought belonged to him was not really as completely his own as he thought.

However, this is not a new situation, in theory, since the deep subconscious of the individual is connected to the collective subconscious of human beings, and there are non-human monsters in the collective subconscious of human beings, and in the infinite unknown, there is no such thing as oneself in the full sense. In this case, the "mystery" can naturally be mixed with sand in the self-conscious world that seems to be the personal world, and even anti-object-oriented. In the infinite, there is nothing that belongs to oneself in the full sense of oneself, whether in the state of matter or in the state of consciousness, and even oneself does not belong entirely to oneself, and one can approach this perfection infinitely, but it is always only close, and one cannot imagine how far away one is from this perfection.

Therefore, although I don't know how the monster did it, Prosthetic Takakawa didn't have any surprise at all about how it could do it, because this was a situation that had to be predicted.

The prosthetic Takakawa's perception of the changes at this time is that the monster is sending more and more of its own existence into this world of consciousness, and this is the change he has been preparing for a long time, and it can even be said that he hopes that the monster will do so.

This world of consciousness that seems to belong to the self is becoming a world full of malice towards the self in the invasion of monsters. Prosthetic Takakawa had done his best, but the offensive that condensed the "conventional power" that he knew of "Takakawa" in his fighting career could not gain the upper hand in this ongoing battle. He is reluctant to imagine a bad outcome, because, in the world of consciousness, any vacillation of consciousness, any negative development of imagination, will bring great trouble to himself, however, as the experience of such a person with doomsday syndrome has revealed, the consciousness of any person with doomsday syndrome, whether it is the self or any other self, whether it is used for thinking or somewhere else, the mind itself is not completely dominated by itself—the overly powerful "mystery" It has a direct corrosive effect on the mind, and this is not limited to himself.

In many cases, the terrible thing about the enemy is not that the other party has the ability to destroy the material base, but that it bypasses the material base to interfere with consciousness, so that any life that has consciousness and can think cannot rely on the material base to fight against this erosion, but can only fight and fight at the level that the other party is good at. It may be one-sided to say this, and there may be many factors that can prove that spiritual consciousness cannot exist and operate independently of the material base, that no movement can circumvent the principle of the primacy of matter, and further prove that spirit and matter are unified and have a common basis. However, when he is already in a situation where he must rely on his own spiritual quality, not his physical body to fight, this reality is doomed, and he can only think of some way at the level of his own spiritual consciousness.

Among the many opponents that the prosthetic Takagawa has encountered, the indescribable monster in front of him is the closest to the "virus" in his imagination, and even the "final weapon" is not as profound as the indescribable monster in front of him in some natures. If it weren't for the fact that the sacrifice ritual of the Doomsday Shinrikyo had not yet been completed, he would have thought that this indescribable monster was the "monster of the collective human subconscious" that had been rumored for a long time.

Its invasion, its existence, the mystery it displays, and the intensity of its interference in the world of consciousness all make the prosthetic Takagawa have to think that its body is like the rumored "monster in the collective subconscious of human beings", which does not have a material body, and its essence is to exist independently in the world of consciousness, which is different from the "individual" in a certain weirdness.

When one observes a part of it, it is not that this part of it is material, but simply because this part of it has invaded the person's consciousness.

Therefore, the prosthetic Takagawa judged that the current situation was not that he had unilaterally approached this monster, but that this monster had already stretched out its tentacles from the deep subconscious to its own subconscious—it was also actively moving closer to its own side.

Simply putting the other party on the same "plane" in order to gain contact, so as to be able to locate the other person's location and carry out an exact attack, this kind of behavior is not only beneficial to one's side.

Even so, from his own point of view, he can only say that the current form of combat is also developing in the direction he expected.

The closer you get, the more you can feel how terrible this enemy is, and with its own strength, it is simply impossible to compare with it. To describe it in layman's terms: even if you fight with brain congestion, you are not the opponent of this monster at all.

However, the prosthetic Takakawa doesn't feel that he is the only one who is fighting - even the seemingly lonely young Takakawa is at least accompanied by "Jiang", and he, as the most orthodox existence in Takakawa's personality this time, is he just one person? Even if you only observe within the range you can feel, you are definitely not the only one now.

This small, powerless ego is nothing more than a decoy.

"Come in, come in......" Prosthetic Takakawa muttered to himself as he sped through the sky and the ground, even if he was defeated and retreated, he continued to reconstruct the KY3000 weapon cluster, reassembling the remains of ammunition that had been released and hit the monster's figure without any effect, and regrouped into a wall. The walls have grown, multiplied, expanded, and become much thicker and taller than the "walls" that once appeared in the normal world. Walls of different shapes meander and meander, with the ever-expanding figure at its core, and also outward, so that the monster remains surrounded by the walls no matter how much it spreads itself.

Distortion and reconstruction, in this way, the struggle for the initiative continues to be staged, until the commotion of the strange that has appeared a long time ago, but is only at this time more and more full of malice, and then it begins to take a sharp turn. After the monster's figure began to spread and began to actively erode this world of consciousness, the various restraints made by the prosthetic body Takakawa finally had to face those strange attacks. In this regard, the prosthetic Gao Chuan is still unmoved, because such a development and change is still expected.

The ghosts, like the fish, had stopped in their tracks, and made the prosthetic Takagawa feel that many strange things were staring at him, whether they had eyes or not. Prosthetic Takagawa also couldn't see their physical faces clearly, and only felt that the deep, melancholy, and at the same time full of malicious gaze was focusing on him at a rapid speed.

They seem to be waiting for something, pressing something, peeping at something, thinking about something, preparing something...... He didn't flock to him at the first time. They may be trapped in a corner of the next moment, engulfing themselves in an extraordinary number of groups, or an unimaginable grotesqueness, but they still haven't done it.

They just stared, creepy gazes, so that the prosthetic Takakawa seemed to hear a powerful alarm like a hallucination.

With the influx of the monster's huge size, the sky and the earth seemed to be overwhelmed, and let out a humanized moan, as if even this scene, which was supposed to be constructed by the self-consciousness of the prostitute Takakawa, was trying to detach itself from the operation of his imagination and mental consciousness, and in a more independent attitude,

In this world of consciousness, it seems that all phenomena are changing in a direction that is out of the control of the consciousness of the prosthetic Takakawa. And the prosthetic Takakawa did not try to stop or slow down such changes, allowing the monster to continue to enter this world and amplify its own influence.

What he wanted was the moment when this monster completely entered this world of consciousness. His instincts were telling him that he didn't need the obscuring weapon to destroy the monster head-on—it was almost impossible to do.

He didn't even think he could completely destroy this indescribable monster that he had destroyed.

What he chose was to seal it.

In this choice, the self-individual is the bait that attracts the monster into this conscious world, and the attacks made by the individual, as well as the presence that emerges from the battle and hostility, are all in order to let the monster know that "he is here".

After his individual strength was exhausted, it was the Three Immortals Island that continued to support the fighting behavior.

Now, he and the Three Immortals Island are one.

With the continuous accumulation of the city walls, and with the speed at which the monsters destroy the city walls, they gradually arrive and are expected to surpass the speed of the construction of the city walls. Through the observation of these "city walls", he gradually realized that the city walls he built had a strange law, and as long as the city walls existed, they could make any strangeness in this ideological world lose themselves to a certain extent.

Like all consciousness creations that have been corrupted by this monster, these walls cannot avoid erosion, however, before they are completely eroded, the restrictions on the monster's movement are also extremely considerable. The monster's body that is constantly spreading outwards has no way to approach itself in some other wonderful way in a short period of time, precisely because these "walls" play an intercepting role.

When the other monsters that had already existed in the observable range began to riot, the prosthetic Takagawa could no longer tell how many walls he had built, thousands? Tens? Millions? Even if Takakawa no longer takes the initiative to do this, as far as his eyes can see, there are still walls emerging from the endless ground, from the sky that no longer flows like a set, from the fireless ashes that slowly fall between heaven and earth, covering up many strange things that have begun to riot, and the monsters that continue to spread their figures.

Prosthetic Takagawa has no doubt that the power of the Three Immortals Island is the core that supports this law. Only the Three Immortals Island operating behind the scenes can free him from this behavior that puts his mental load on him more and more.