I don't know what the Four Heavenly Courtyard is doing, and I can't be sure if everything Father Edward said is true or false, if you want proof, it seems that there are many details that can be proved, but who can be sure that when you put those too many details together, the conclusion must be correct? It's like a puzzle of an abstract painting, no matter how you put it together, you will only get an abstract picture.

Even so, I didn't have any anxiety or uneasiness. Regardless of whether the Four Heavenly Temples have really broken away from the peninsula, or whether they have really done terrible things to the remaining two billion people in this repeater world, and the rest of Hachikei, Sakiya, and the Whisperers, as well as the friends who failed to participate in the battle of the peninsula, will they be unable to escape in such a bad situation, and I will not be able to leave the battlefield here, and I must bear the worst result. I have come to the realization that no matter what kind of premeditation and hole cards the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts and Father Edward, as well as the more occult experts here, all I can do is rise to the occasion.

No matter what the enemy calculates, in the end, it must also speak with victory. The one who can become the ultimate victor will inevitably defeat everyone else, and how strong and shrewd the other party is is a commentary that does not matter to those who are trying to become the ultimate victor.

I was just silent, not out of worry, much less out of fear and helplessness.

Simply because, I don't feel like there's any power in the conversation at this point. Father Edward's attitude was nothing more than an attempt to show me how bad the situation was and to make me think again, to reach a milder verbal agreement in the way he wished. I know why he would do such a thing, but let him say it in a wild way. Sincerely, there are some positional and situational benefits hidden in it, but I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of thing.

The reason why I became an honor student in the past and opened up in the student council when I was a student was not because I was sociable. There are many people who are good at speaking well, or who are good at managing the overall situation and grasping the details that are beneficial to the overall situation. I'm only able to open up situations because I'm doing things while others are observing, thinking, and talking.

Be down-to-earth, start little by little, even if you can't master all the details. You can't look at things from a comprehensive perspective, but if you take the details you can see seriously and pass on this seriousness to others, you won't be able to do everything badly.

Yes, observation, reflection and dialogue are the basis of success, and I can also be cranky and understand the world. Understand the importance of compromise, however. What really makes me stand out is still acting faster, more direct, and more thoroughly than others.

Now, although I am no longer on campus, I am not dealing with the level of incident of the student council affairs. However, the truth has never changed.

There are so many things I don't understand, it was like this in the past, and it is like this now. But for people like me, don't be intimidated, don't hesitate, just do it directly, it's the best thing.

If I still hesitate now, what is the point of the enlightenment I had in the past? In the past, I tried to merge with the dark Raven Knight, so that I could avoid the limitations of thinking and gain the strength to do things in a down-to-earth manner?

I know that my silence is not absolute faith, nor is it the consciousness of giving up everything, but the tenacity of my heart that has accumulated little by little in everything I have done in the past. I was never prepared, there was always something that I didn't expect, the enemy was always so strong, always so cunning and clever, always so bad, and even then, I had to carry the pressure of madness and despair, as if there was no hope, as if I had never been prepared.

I was silent, and the black water on the earth fell into an eerie silence, as if it was giving birth to something more terrible, but its cessation was also an opportunity for me to turn the blade of my sword towards Father Edward.

I held the blade up and held it in front of my chest.

When Father Edward saw this, he sighed and said, "If you kick the stone violently, your foot will hurt," and his body suddenly swelled.

At the same time, the quick sweep has begun. I was running through the invisible high-speed tunnel, and there were quite a few changes that could keep pace with my current speed, and Father Edward's change was one of them. Every time I took a step, I could see his body swelling a lot. His coat was torn, his hands and feet became deformed and fat, his body was no longer a human spine structure, his skin and muscles seemed to be chopped up, chewed, and mixed with mud to become an inorganic organic doping texture, and then dorsal fins grew out, and scales and many eyeballs appeared in many parts of his body, and these eyeballs kept blinking as if with some kind of regularity, and his face began to deform, concave from the center of his features, and the muscles of his cheeks seemed to be inflated, becoming fatter than the original head.

Before I arrived, he had become it, a fat, deformed monster more than twenty meters tall.

Or rather, a demon.

The mystery of Father Edward was called "666 in disguise", and later changed to "999 in disguise", and whether it is 666 or the enhanced 999, it is a disguise with the "demon" as the main image. It is said that some of these demons are already existing Grey Mist Demons, and some are Father Edward's own creations based on the demonic information left behind by the Ruling Bureau.

Among these disguises, the appearance and size are very diverse, and the demon that is more than twenty meters tall is not the most special one among all the disguises. However, it was the first time I had seen a demon in this image.

This monster is extremely ugly in terms of human aesthetics, and from the perspective of scientific physique theory, it does not have the advantage of movement, and the most concerned thing is that in addition to the fat body itself, it is the group of eyeballs that are all over the body and constantly blinking. Just from this image, it gives people the feeling that they can feel some kind of power, but they can't explain it clearly.

Father Edward's transformation process was synchronized with my Swift Sweep, but after completing the transformation, the demonic form's body movements were immediately opened up by Swift Sweep. Although the movement of the body has become extremely sluggish, but. The blinking of the eyeballs remained undisturbed.

I felt that I was not detached from the observations of these eyeballs, and no matter how I wandered, which side of the demon I was on, I would be observed by them.

Although I feel that my high-speed action has been captured, but. It's just an observation, it's useless. Before the demon's body could react, I had slashed dozens of slashes at its side, destroying all the eyeballs on that side. However, after these dozens of stabs, the demon's skin and eyeballs suddenly became harder, and he slashed it again with the same force, leaving only a mark that was barely left behind, and the demon's body, which was originally unable to react in time. Suddenly caught up with my speed. It didn't see any movement, and slid diagonally to the side of the knife, and then a series of fleshy tentacles shot out from the crack of the knife wound.

It's very easy to get through these tentacles with the ability to sweep quickly, but I still want to try its counter-attacking power. So he went up head-on.

The tentacles collided with the blade, and an extremely heavy force was transmitted to my wrist. It made me subconsciously take a step back to cushion this force. However, the blade that slashed into the tentacle was sucked by the mysterious force, and before I let go, I was pulled by the tentacle and thrown into the air.

This time. I had to let go of the long knife as more tentacles were piercing. I leaped higher with the help of habitual leaps, and my wings spread out, spewing out a large amount of light and flames, driven by this driving force. I slammed down, kicking the demon's misshapen, fat head. This demon, which was extremely ugly and stable because of the shape of its physique, fell to the ground as if it were caught off guard.

After the blow, I flew backwards, my arms popping out of the blades, severing the tentacles in a swift walk. It was too late, and then it was too fast, and Ben, the demon who had adapted to my previous speed in an instant, was once again widened the gap in speed. And the tentacles that grew from the wound were obviously not as strong as this demon's body. I quickly cleared the tentacles, retracted the blades of my arm, and retrieved the long knife.

I knew very well that for the time being, it seemed that I had the upper hand, and that Father Edward's demon was too slow, but it was also clear that this demon was constantly adapting to the strength of my attacks and the speed of his movements. Although my speed sweep can always be relatively fast, there is a limit to my attack power.

Father Edward's demon is a different kind of enemy than the Black Water of the Four Heavenly Temples. If the quality of the black water itself makes me helpless, then this demon relies on its huge size in disguise to ensure that it can withstand more attacks without being destroyed all at once, and as long as it cannot destroy its power, it will become the source of its strength. It's just that in the face of the black water, the extraordinary state and quality completely powerless me can't do anything, and although the demon disguise is huge enough, with the help of the power of the fourth-level magic pattern, it is not completely impossible.

According to the feeling of slashing before, the demon's disguised increase in its own strength was not achieved instantly, and those eyeballs could also be the key to triggering the enhancement. So, is an oversaturated attack on the fleshy body without damaging those eyeballs the key to victory?

When he thought about it like this, the fourth-level magic pattern was already in operation, but this time, the place where the heat was was not on the right wrist, but from the bottom up, all over the body, limbs, and face and neck, as if the fourth-level magic pattern had covered the whole body from head to toe. I noticed that the lines on the shell of the ornate armor began to glow, and with the burning heat and pain, along the lines that looked like circuits of circuit board components, starting at the soles of the feet and fingertips, concentrating towards the heart, and then spreading upwards from the heart to more light-like circuits. As my consciousness turned, I could already feel the burning and pain creeping up my neck, the sides of my face, the pinna, and my forehead, injecting into every strand of hair and releasing it from the end of the strand.

I felt that the basic structure of my entire human form was no longer a spine and bones, but such a huge fourth-level magic pattern. It was only at this time that I really felt how much I had changed before and after the fusion of Night Raven Quark and Carmen. It's not just in self-awareness, it's not just in the armor of the Raven Knight that covers the whole body, but it has a more specific form of expression.

I subconsciously raised the long knife, and a force was injected into the blade along my arm. A whirlwind wrapped around the sword god, and countless ashes were sucked in, and the whirlwind became bigger and bigger, as if the blade body wrapped in it was also expanding. In an instant, this whirlwind visible to the naked eye turned into a chaotic hurricane with a diameter of more than ten meters and barely holding a ball. The pull in the hurricane was so great that I had to grab the handle with both hands, and then I felt something grow out of the handle and wrap around my hands to hold what was hiding in the hurricane.

When the chaotic hurricane took shape, the demon seemed to be aware of the danger in disguise, and before its body moved, dozens of tentacles were shot out, but the moment it burrowed into the spherical hurricane, it was torn off one after another in an instant. The demon also seemed to feel the pain in disguise, and let out a sharp and piercing cry, and at this time, its body seemed to become fatter again, and its eyeballs were even denser.

Although there is an extremely complicated process for the formation and disappearance of the hurricane, in terms of speed, it only takes less than a second, and the demon's disguised body cannot even use this time to cross the distance between us. When the hurricane begins to contract, the inner things that have been obscured by the hurricane are gradually exposed. It doesn't feel like a hurricane is dissipating, but is infused into this equally massive creation.

What was originally a long knife weapon, both in quality and shape, has become a completely different weapon - huge rails, balance brackets, and hurricane-absorbing bays, like a giant cannon with a sci-fi flavor but indescribable like something.

My hands were wrapped in the tail of the cannon, as if I were a part of the cannon, and I could already feel the trigger and subconsciously understand how to use it.

This is another enhanced version of KY3001, perhaps it can be called KY3002, the change from sword to giant cannon, is the use of the unique transformation structure of the Rubik's Cube system, but this time, the power of the Rubik's Cube system is stronger than any in the past, and it has a higher mystery.

After the hurricane was completely sucked into the warehouse, the sound of heavy loading also resounded on the battlefield. Something with a huge mass was put into the smoothbore, and the rails lit up with an energy-infused glow. (To be continued.) )