I can't be sure where we are now, there are no very clear coordinates in this nightmare, and although it should be in the shape of a peninsula or island, I have never heard of anyone reaching the edge. If you are close to a striking building, such as the vicinity of a tower, or on a higher hill, you may be able to find a reference, but here we are at this time is a forest belt at the foot of the hill. As far as the eye can see, the trees are not dense, but they are interspersed with tall and rugged rocks, and it is impossible to see from afar.

Our only choice is to choose a direction according to the terrain and our own experience of survival in the wild, and then go all the way. However, the wilderness in the middle of the night is more dangerous than the wild biosphere in a normal environment, and people need to deal with strange things instead of wild beasts.

The third-level Demonic Emissary Boy, the Connector Man, Turner and Anna of the Torchlight spontaneously turned around and formed a back-to-back formation, vigilantly watching the movements around them. I jumped on a large rock a meter away from the group and slashed the wild dog-like monster hiding below.

In the bushes, from behind the trees, from the shadows of the rocks, there are strange figures constantly emerging, not all of them are entities, some are like smoke, some are like flowing water, and some only have a shadow of zài, and even, some of them only exist in the induction of chain judgment, and cannot be directly observed with the naked eye. I'm also not sure if there's any weirdness that can't be sensed by chain decisions. Because the strange form and the way of storing the zài are very different, the number of weirdness that is only seen by the naked eye and sensed by one's own ability is far from the number of weird zài stored here.

The sheer number of strange numbers that are too large to determine exactly how many there are invisibly gives people a lot of pressure. I'm not afraid of these weirdness. In my observations, there was not much fear in the eyes of others. However, with such a strange nightmare, the pressure is also objective and cannot be ignored at all. I don't know how much they know about consciousness walking, though. As long as there is a certain understanding, this understanding will increase their psychological burden. The weirdness of nightmares, the inexplicable dangers of the conscious world, are actually similar things. Even if a consciousness walker has the initiative and adaptability that others do not possess when he walks in consciousness in a world of consciousness, he still does not dare to relax in the face of the endless and inexplicable strangeness of consciousness.

Nightmares are also a type of conscious world. It is absolutely impossible to eradicate the strangeness that appears here, and if the composition of this conscious world cannot be confirmed, it is difficult to even imagine the origin of these strangeness. Ignoring what kind of abilities the weird has, its endless number is a great threat.

What's more, in the deepest night, Yiqiē is developing towards malignancy. Overcast skies. A bloody, moon-like sphere. It was as if a huge wound had been cut, and there were sparks and ashes scattered everywhere like snow, as if it were a hellish sight, and in itself it was a symbol full of malignancy, no matter who it was, as long as you saw it with your own eyes. There is no doubt about this, and one can definitely imagine how dangerous these hideous, even strange, faces are at all.

In the shadows farther away. Around the obstacle that can be seen vaguely but cannot be seen clearly, there are things like ghost fire fluttering, and some light is flickering, which makes people think of the beast peeping at the prey, and what makes people even more palpitating is that there are eye-like lines, which appear on the inorganic stone, as if even the stone has become some kind of lifelike and extremely active observer.

The gaze that peeped at us did not disappear after we arrived here, but became more and more restless. Even though we weren't attacked in the first place, we had a feeling that once we started to do it, we would go straight into the heat of the fight. I don't know what other people are capable of saving their lives, but if I am the only one, I can escape in the shortest possible time with the help of a quick sweep.

Fighting or running away is not too difficult for me. However, if the others don't have the ability to retreat, in such a wilderness, surrounded by a large number of strange people at an unknown distance, there is almost no chance of survival.

Weirdness can't be killed, killing weirdness isn't the goal, and there's no point in defeating and killing these things. Perhaps, there will be some "key things" in the world of consciousness that will appear in strange ways, but such strangeness is also absolutely rare and special, and people with a keen sense can basically detect it. Generally speaking, most weirdness is just weirdness, and it doesn't have the core particularity that can solve the crisis after defeat.

Ultimately, all the killings will serve to preserve themselves and leave. This is the rule of survival that every consciousness walker must understand when walking in the world of consciousness.

"Mr. Takakawa, how about pointing out a clear path?" Turner said it in a playful tone, but it sounded more like he was involuntarily releasing the pressure in this way.

"Don't be in love." I remind them.

"The direction of the breakout...... Go over there. "Anna pointed us in the right direction, but because of the lack of references, we couldn't determine the north, south, east, and west. In a normal environment, the growth of trees, the growth rings, and even the stars in the sky can all point the way, but in this nightmare, these "normal" things do not exist. Even if it looks "normal" on the outside, it is definitely not normal on the inside.

"I remember that your bias was on the vicious side." The third-level demon pattern messenger boy said.

"Yes, in that direction, you can avoid the current trouble, but you will also definitely encounter greater trouble." Anna did not shy away from saying, "However, if you don't go in that direction, you don't guarantee that you will be able to solve the problem at hand." ”

The atmosphere was silent again, but it lasted less than a second, and in the shadows beneath the jointer's feet, a large glass bead-like object sprayed in all directions, grazing everyone's bodies, and falling into the strange crowd that no longer concealed itself. I knew for sure the moment she made a move, she was an electronic demon messenger, and these glass-bead-like things, even if they weren't electronic demons, were definitely the abilities of electronic demons.

"Let's go!" Before the connector voice fell, I had begun to sweep. The invisible high-speed corridor bypassed the crowd and stretched in the direction Anna was pointing. I've fallen from the top of the rock, and while the others are slowing down several times as slowly, I'm already holding the connector and speeding down the invisible highway.

Behind me. It was as if something had broken, and there was no actual sound, but the feeling of breaking some shackles was very clear. I didn't look back, but I could feel a huge momentum, like a pack of galloping beasts, surging towards us. Huge numbers are galloping, as if they are going to be the last to come, engulfing us all. But at this moment, explosions from all directions continued to sound one after another. As I galloped, the sound sounded dull and sluggish, but it made people subconsciously want to stay away.

I know that this feeling is probably the obstruction of the strange army by the electronic demon of the connector. At the same time, it also sends a signal to the weird to fight.

The explosion was violent, but it only affected a small part of the weirdness. There are too many weird ones. The distribution range is almost every wilderness of nightmares, and there are many weirdness outside the explosion range, and even if it is affected by the explosion, or directly hit, it is also strange that is not fatally affected.

And once the attack is launched. There is no way back.

I swept in the direction Anna was pointing with the connector, most of the weird couldn't react at this speed, but there were still some weird ones who were good at speed or had special skills, and they didn't follow me at a slower distance. It's an attempt to outflank from the side. In my observations, this group of reactive weirdness is like a small pile of sand that separates itself from a pile of sand, constantly interspersed in the complex terrain and dense weirdness, closing around, trying to intercept me.

I'm fast, but it's still not extreme, or I've never been sure what my extreme speed is, and I've always just used "relatively fast" to explain it. In this deepest night, under the influence of Old Hawke's seal, the power of the magic pattern could not always be used in the smoothest and most thorough way, which was not recorded and compared with any specific number, but only a feeling. It seems that I can do better, but it is difficult to show it.

So I'm not at all surprised when there is a zài that can't be completely shaken off by speed. I'm still relatively faster than any of my references, it's just that this "fastness" can't get rid of them in an instant. The speed difference between me and the enemy, in this nightmare, is small for the most part. When there are many references, the adjustment of the speed of the reference object will not be smooth, depending on the movement of the selected reference object, as well as the transformation of the reference object.

Just like an old machine, when it is running, the internal components will stumble from time to time, and even stop suddenly, and the normal operating efficiency cannot be achieved.

Even so, I was fast. In the staggered attack on the front line, I never doubted that the final winner was myself.

The strangeness suddenly appeared in the sky ahead, and the strangeness that was selected for reference suddenly stopped, and the strangeness that had been followed by the chain judgment suddenly turned into a spiral line, accelerating up, or spewing out a large amount of liquid, flames, dust, and sharp solids, and the temperature of the air also dropped suddenly. Before he had time to think, his battle instinct had already made his body jump, and in less than a second, a layer of thorny frost spread to a radius of twenty meters in the blink of an eye, centered on the position where he had originally landed. Immediately after, sharp ice spikes rose into the air.

A somewhat sluggish sense of speed became lubricated again. The Swift Sweep Super has been working, and there are no dead spots in chain judgments. After determining a new reference within the chain decision range, the speed sweep was accelerated again, and the new invisible high-speed channel was re-established in the sudden and complex offensive. I twisted my body, the ice spikes grazed past me, and I emerged through the gap, pulled out my crossbow in my left hand, and shot arrows through several strange beast-like bodies.

After accelerating into the ground, the long knife slashes out at a faster speed.

Not all of them can keep moving at a high speed while attacking, and only a few of them can increase their speed once again. Even if it is a weird thing that can teleport, there is a certain time interval between appearing and locking on to the target attack. Such a time difference is very short in the eyes of others, so in the eyes of others, at this moment, the strange offensive is like a surging flood. Overwhelming.

However, for a truly skilled expert in high-speed combat, as long as there is an interval between attacks and actions, it is impossible to maintain a certain continuity of everyone's actions, even if they appear to be orderly on the surface. It is also full of flaws, which can be broken down and broken one by one in the same way as a scalpel.

I interspersed these bizarre attack intervals and action intervals, and their actions had no continuity, no coordination, and no rhythm. In chain decisions, their location, as well as their attacks, is very noticeable. Although a huge net is opened, it looks like a tattered giant net. Invisible high-speed passages run through this huge net, constantly adjusting the direction and curve according to the size, magnitude and position of the mesh - and this is the route of my counterattack.

Even if you hold a person, you can only use one hand to use the weapon, but the advantage in speed and rhythm can only last a few breaths. It's also enough for me to slash the prey that is locked by the chain decision.

I'm running and everything is sluggish. Their movements are so awkward.

The long knife was swung out, and I thought, if the freaks had eyes, then they would only see a flash of light.

Everything that is swept by the blade, tangible or intangible. Whether it is physical or incorporeal, whether it is visible to the naked eye or invisible to the naked eye, it is all cut off. Gaps that can't be bridged. Constantly expanding, separating the top, bottom, left and right.

By the time the scene had subsided, I had reached the top of another rock more than ten meters high. And this place, of course, is also in the direction that Anna is pointing. Anna is not a prophet, her power is deviation, the specific principle is not clear, but probably to use the power of deviation to interfere with the development of things, and at the same time, can also observe the development of things for a certain extent. Observation and interference are carried out simultaneously, so that she can point to a "temporarily correct" direction. But because deviations tend to develop malignantly, what is right for the time being is more like a mistake in the longer future.

However, in many cases, if there is no temporary correctness, I am afraid that we will not even see the wrong future. No one can be sure that if they do not choose this "temporary rightness", they will definitely survive, so even if they know that it is only "temporary right", no one can resist.

At least, everyone here has chosen this "temporary correctness".

I condescended and sniped the weirdness of besieging other people with my crossbow. Although it was not as fast as mine, the two of the third-level Demon Pattern Emissary Boy and the Torchlight cooperated tacitly, and in a barbaric way, they directly tore through the encirclement of the weirdos. The tornado-like ash enveloped the two of them as they rampaged, and when they were condescending, they could only feel a certain kind of chaos that was being created in the weirdness in a global way—as if they couldn't devote themselves to the battle, and there was something unseen that held them back from performing properly.

I think this is the power of "bias" on the part of Turner and Anna, but in terms of malignant bias, even if it seems to be "favorable" for us at the moment, it should still be "unfavorable" for us in the longer term. For example, making these weirdos abnormal at this point will eventually make these weirdos stronger.

The ash tornado landed beside me and the connector with the two of them, and then condensed back into the body of the third-level demonic messenger boy.

"Need a break?" I asked.

"Okay." The third-level demon pattern envoy boy glanced at the magic pattern on his right wrist, "Mr. Takakawa, these are weird...... Can it be absorbed by the Magic Pattern? ”

"Yes, but you have to be careful." I kindly advised him, "Absorbing these things might make you crazy." ”

"Maybe?" The third-level demonic emissary boy was a little surprised.

"I just got this information, but I haven't confirmed it specifically, but personally, it's true. Especially in the depths of the night. ”

The third-level demon pattern envoy boy glanced thoughtfully at the sphere hanging in the sky, like the moon, but it was extremely huge, and it looked extremely heavy, as if it had also cracked a hole and flowed with blood. What looks like the shadow on the surface of the lunar crater is a nightmare Las Vegas scene when viewed from the tower, I don't know if he can see it with the naked eye, but, at this moment, I can't see it.

Whether the nightmare Las Vegas scene is clear or not should be determined by many factors. At this time, on the tower, if you observe this sphere, the cracked opening is not the passage to this nightmare Las Vegas, and you can't help but wonder if it is the way to this nightmare, but in terms of the result, it is just a sign that the plan of the mysterious organization has entered a new stage.

When the changes brought by the deepest night to this nightmare are deeper, the monsters in the depths of Nightmare Las Vegas will be "liberated" from that opening. Around that point in time, this nightmare should have some kind of overlap with the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, and then become a special temporary hedging space. That's the battlefield full of traps by mysterious organizations on all sides. (To be continued......)