NOG and the people of Area 51 are leaving, and it is as if they have already bet all their chips on the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts at this time, and all the arrangements that have been made in this repeater world are to allow such a transcendent Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut to be born in this world. Of course, there are still problems, but they are all problems that will only exist under the premise of "the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts win", but for now, as John Bull said, their team can no longer provide more resistance to the operation of the Las Vegas repeater. There are limits to human beings, and the same is true for occult experts, and organizations that are assembled by occult experts also have limits because of the limits of their members.

Letting the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut become what it is now, and gaining the power it is now, is exactly the plan of this team, and it is also the limit of what they can do.

They had completed their mission and were planning to get out of the battlefield - it was not an escape, I had no doubt about their decision, and I had no complaints, and even more, the fact that Zuo Chuan and Jiang Chuan could leave with them was like a stone in my heart for me. After all, I don't have absolute control over what this battlefield will become.

Death always comes inadvertently, and leaving behind is often emotional, but someone will be hurt by it. I move forward with emotion, but I hope that the people I love can treat my affairs in a more rational way, so as to avoid the harm caused by emotion. I love them so much that even if I feel pained, confused, and hurt because they are too rational or don't think the same way as I do, I still hope that I am the only one who suffers this pain.

If Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan don't love me and don't care about me, they observe me from a more objective, cold and rational perspective. Treat me, then, when I feel pain, I will feel the same way. However, I myself am clear, Egawa and Zuochuan. And the other people I love, who are not so cold, full of hostility and involuntarily as they deliberately appear, they have no less affection for them in their hearts, and they are suffering and struggling because of this emotion.

Who they love, or who they don't love, who they suffer for, who they are indifferent to. It's not something I can control. I always knew that the only thing I could control was myself - or, in the days of the existence of the "river", it might not be possible to do even this - so I could only be silent, and I could only watch them make a choice, and pray in my heart again and again.

It's okay. Just wait a little longer. I said this to myself. As long as your plan is correct, just get it done. There's a chance to change everything.

"Right" and "Done" - these are the only words that determine my success or failure. The only things that keep me on the back are "I can't prove that this plan is absolutely right" and "I'm not sure I can accomplish this plan." So, I need more voices, more conjectures, more assumptions. Convince yourself to believe in the plan.

I was running, in the fog and darkness, with the footsteps of a firm will. My enemies are visible and invisible. There are things that must be seen and there are things that can only be perceived, they come from the external environment, but also from my heart, it used to be called "despair", and it used to be called "hope". The sense of horror of "longing but not being able to get it", the feeling of weakness of "trying hard but not being able to achieve it", the sense of depravity that "what seems to be hope turns into despair in an instant", and the sense of confusion brought about by "the unspeakable unknown eroding the world I know", all of these things try to pull my steps and make me stop thinking and stop the plans I am making. Such an enemy is invisible, but more often than not, more terrible than a visible enemy.

I have experienced many endless expansions and divergences of thought, and I know very well that in my thoughts, there are countless things that are fragile, timid, confused, and negative. In this uncanny attack, I saw the parts that I subconsciously avoided that I couldn't tell others. My heart is far more complex than I thought, more changeable, more negative, and more cowardly. All my thoughts and actions in the past are because I don't want to be a negative and cowardly person, and I keep pushing myself, but it is precisely because I am such a person who has forced myself and have already done so that I must continue to do it until a visible and final result comes to me to prove whether my past thoughts and actions are right or wrong.

I'm the one who knocks down the south wall and won't look back. Whether it's bleeding or dying, I want to see if I'm going to be crushed to pieces, or what kind of scenery is behind the south wall—I hope that the people I love can return to the ideal place of ordinary and happy daily life.

Before my eyes, the peninsula turned into the Gobi, and the monotonous scenery of the stone flew backwards. The more you move forward, the greater the sense of oppression becomes, as if you want to place an invisible space in a high-pressure environment, making it a visible solid. The invisible high-speed corridor spreads through this space under tremendous pressure, like a needle chiseling through the ice little by little, and every time it stretches forward, I feel as if I can hear the creaking sound. It was as if I was carrying a heavier stone on my back, and compared to me, the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, who were at the center of the pressure, jumped up without any burden and shook the six wings behind me.

At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering, and for a moment, the six wings felt like they had broken free from some invisible shackle. The wings were so huge, and in the high-speed vibration, a storm was more powerful than ever, as if it was about to blow the mountain peaks down. The ensuing impact formed all kinds of distorted phenomena, making it impossible for the chain judgment to continue to observe, and also causing the invisible high-speed passage to collapse quickly - I stopped the chain judgment and only stared at the rising Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts with my eyes. I reassemble the fragments of the invisible high-speed corridor and open up new routes.

Even if the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts moved their bodies with all their strength, they would have brought devastating oppression to anything around them, but even so, I reached her side and leapt from the ground as soon as she first began to rise. Gliding through the storm, landing on her feet, and running along the curve of her torso all the way to her shoulders. The head of the Four Heavenly Courtyards, which is still in normal proportions relative to the body, is also the size of a mountain in my eyes. And when I climbed up her body like a mosquito. I have no doubt that I am already in her perception.

Shitenin Ka Cocon's neck bent at an awkward angle, and she tilted her head sideways to look at her shoulder, looking at me standing on her shoulder. Her eyes were like a whole piece of black stone, just the pupil part, and they were larger than mine. Purple-black, hard, huge, inorganic, these words are all accurate descriptions of the eyes, eyes, and even the first impression given by the four heavenly courtyards. She is also only in physiognomy outline. still maintains the outline of the original appearance, but other images and temperaments are no longer "human".

"Takakawa Takagawa Takakawa Go The voice was full of magic, and the words that had been spoken echoed in my mind until the other words were spit out. It is simply impossible to ignore or forget.

If an ordinary person hears this voice, their self-consciousness will collapse at the first moment. But this is not a hostile attack. Probably for the four heavenly courtyard coconuts at this time, it was just a normal way of speaking.

"You, you, you, you, finally, still still come, come." The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut said this, not the slightest doubt about my appearance, and I did not feel the previous madness and hostility from her.

"Yes, that's the end. I have to be there. I stood on her shoulder, calmly meeting her gaze. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I tried to explore the depths of those purple-black pupils, the more I could see all kinds of incredible, indescribable visions. These visions were like a whirlpool one after the other, trying to sweep me into the deepest depths, and I always came back to my senses after every momentary trance.

The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut didn't speak again, her neck shrinking back to her normal posture, and she looked up at the alienated right river and the eye of the moon that were high in the sky. She didn't attack me and let me stay on her shoulder. Her breathing didn't change, but her towering chest suddenly swelled, and the next moment, it set off an explosion of air that carried me straight into the sky.

The space around the Coconut's body was completely distorted, and when she stood on her shoulder and looked at any scene with her eyes, the image she obtained was unreal, losing its original appearance and becoming fragmented, and in the unformed outline, it seemed to contain some kind of metaphysical charm. She is flying, in terms of physical space coordinates, relatively "upward", but I am not sure whether she is "flying high into the sky" or "flying in some kind of channel where even time and space cannot be directly observed because there are no reference coordinates".

It is precisely because the location of the alienated right river and the eye of the moon at this time is not a place that can be reached under the concept of common sense distance, so this kind of flight beyond common sense, as well as the obviously abnormal state, makes people feel that it is more likely to approach the alienated right river. Rather, we must put aside the inherent concept of common sense in order to stand on the same battlefield as the alienated Youjiang.

If you want to say how long and how high you have flown with the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, if you look down, the scene can give a strong impression - the distorted scene gradually fades away, but in the end, what you see is no longer the land of the peninsula, but a corner of the continent that extends from the interior of the continent surrounded by a deep ravine, and this vision is still enlarged, and finally makes people confirm that the earth is not a cuboid, but has a clear and huge arc. As this arc becomes more and more pronounced, a spherical outline can already be drawn from the impression.

The planet, the white clouds, the dry tawny-brown, only a quarter of the blue remained—these very symbolic, impressionistic descriptions are enough to explain the common sense physical height of me and the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts relative to the ground.

Even so, we are still rising, and we still feel that we are still far away from the alienated right river and the eye of the moon.

The planet began to reveal its original form and gradually shrink in the field of vision, and darkness poured in from all directions, silent and silent, this is what I have seen and understood about the "universe" countless times from TV and books. At this moment, I finally felt that I and the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts had completely broken away from the shackles of the planet and entered a veritable universe.

I don't have an exact idea of whether this is the real universe or not, but I am very aware that the universe that used to be in my imagination is what it looks like in front of me.

Coming to this universe, the location of the alienated right river and the eye of the moon became clear. Originally, she thought she was located in an anomaly that was different from normal space, but when the scene she saw was out of the earth, this unusual space seemed to return to normal space.

The coconut and I were indeed flying towards where she was.

And that position relative to the common sense of spatial position is-

Moon!

To the moon!

I looked at the huge, obviously moon-like sphere, but now it was more like a strange eyeball—the Eye of the Moon—muttering to myself.

"It's really the Eye of the Moon." It used to be called "Eye of the Moon", which was just a description of one's own opinion, but at this moment, the feeling at the beginning was confirmed by the scene in front of me.

How should man move in the universe? How would you feel differently? This knowledge is described in detail in popular science books. However, those descriptions were very different from how I felt at this time. Because I didn't have feelings such as "weightlessness" or "no oxygen", and I didn't have any sensations that were different from the surface of the earth, I stood on the shoulders of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut, as if I was still standing on a mountain peak on the earth's surface, breathing the same way, bearing the same gravity, and not having the pressure of high-speed flight - there was just a great sense of spiritual oppression that was brought about by the mystery that permeated from the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut. (To be continued.) )