Does the pitch-black Raven Knight have a mind of his own? It was originally just an electronic demon, and I never felt thoughts in it, only a little bit of consciousness aura. After merging with Carmen, how many of Carmen's thoughts still remain in him? Is the exorcism shell that we are facing at this time disguised as a puppet, or is it really just a reflection of instinct that lies outside the subjective? I think that it is a part of "Takakawa" that I do not know about myself, and it itself also represents the incomplete existence of "Takakawa", and I accept the basis of its existence psychologically and physically, but what kind of existence is hidden in this shell, just like the part that people are curious about because they cannot fully understand themselves.

It is precisely because I can't fully understand myself, Gao Chuan can't fully understand myself, and humans can't fully understand themselves, so the mystery of the pitch-black Raven Knight is not for me the general mystery of the apocalyptic fantasy, nor the mysterious meaning given to it by the "virus" and "Jiang", but also the mystery that Takakawa does not know about himself.

I want to dissect it and understand it, just as one wants to truly and thoroughly understand oneself, but in terms of knowledge alone, I am also very aware that I do not have the ability to dissect and understand it from the perspective of a third person. So, if I want to accept it and understand it, the only option is to be immersed in it.

There is no point in defeating it and killing it here, who can completely kill the side that they do not understand? Among the many philosophical and occult narratives, there are also many stories similar to my situation at this time, and different choices are given in them. However, just in terms of stories, I've always thought of it. The words "overcome" and "kill" are merely words that forcibly substitute for the real intentions of their practices.

Therefore, I have always believed that those words "overcome" and "kill" themselves reflect the situation that "I can't really understand myself, and I can't analyze myself in the most straightforward words".

To paraphrase the superficial meaning of these philosophical and occult words. In fact, it is a meaningless and even wrong approach.

The so-called victory over oneself is never a complete denial of oneself that one does not understand, nor is it possible to truly cut off oneself that one does not understand.

So I threw away my weapon and lifted the crow knight's armor.

I want to face this Takakawa, this other side of myself that even Takakawa himself doesn't really understand.

Just as I don't think it makes sense to defeat it and kill it here, so, when I recognize its existence, I no longer think I'll be defeated and killed by it. The so-called victory and death. At this point, it seemed to me that it was just a mental trap, and from the very beginning, neither of us could rely on such a strong and direct way to get a chance of victory, and the similarities I had observed earlier, the intuition that arose, and the stalemate in the battle were all meaningful. The point of this is not to describe the fighting power between me and it. It's not about who is the real Gao Chuan, and it's not about the difference between friend and foe.

I think. This ideological trap was an inevitable obstacle for Takakawa to reunite. Until now, I don't know how to solve it, and I am not completely sure. I disarmed myself, and I was hesitant at first if I was wrong. If you are killed by the other party all at once, what will be the result of the follow-up? However, I did it anyway because I had no better way. I think it's just a part of Takakawa. The idea that there is no such thing as a direct and brutal victory or defeat between me and it has always been ingrained in my heart and has grown over time and against each other.

Therefore, let go of all worries and fears completely, and let yourself devote yourself to this gamble in the most stable way when you are most uneasy.

While I was disarmed, the world of consciousness was changing rapidly, and I did not exert any excess power over this world. All these changes seem to come naturally, but they also seem to have a special meaning in my feelings. I can't decipher how many reasons there are behind this change, and I don't intend to understand it, because it's something that I can't understand stupidly at this moment.

I just stared at the pitch-black Raven Knight, observing its every subtle movement. At a time when this seemingly infinitely huge world of consciousness was rapidly changing, the pitch-black Raven Knight seemed to freeze frame, without movement or sound, just like the center point that never moved in the huge background of movement.

The wind howled, and the earth turned into powder in the wind, and the powder in the sky confused my vision, and it seemed to be in motion, forming a macroscopic and complex system. In the chain judgment, the operation of this system is so complex, yet it is full of elastic beauty, it stretches up and down, left and right, forming a pattern full of complex suggestive meanings. It's hard to say what this pattern looks like, but in all my occult knowledge I have, there are similar patterns, but these patterns are only part of this macroscopic and cumbersome pattern in front of me. What makes me feel that all the patterns outlined in the occult, expressing the vast and mysterious charm and the unfathomable divinity, are because someone sees the picture in front of him, but cannot reproduce it in its entirety, and can only intercept a part of the impression after the fact, so that the patterns that are full of similarities, broken threads, and far-fetched in different occult knowledge are formed.

I was still standing, and my feet were filled with the real feeling of the earth, but the earth was gone. In the chain judgment, I and the pitch-black Raven Knight are actually standing in a three-dimensional and magnificent composition, but this composition is extremely small, but it seems to be at a critical point. This dynamic pattern continues to extend, giving people a never-ending, majestic shore that transcends time and space. Observing it, the mind is filled with something, and it seems to be expounding everything about itself, and at the same time expounding everything outside, as if as long as it can understand it, then it is omniscient and omniscient of everything in heaven and earth.

I don't know if it's a delusion or if it's true, but I didn't go any deeper because. It was as if I had suddenly woken up from a trance and suddenly realized that no matter what the benefits of understanding it could bring, it was the fact that I couldn't understand it at all.

And before I can observe and understand this pattern, I have to observe and understand. It's just a raven knight on the other side.

I began to walk forward, slowly at first, and I felt like I was still hesitating, but this hesitation melted away little by little as I got closer to it. When I was only seven steps away from it, it suddenly moved.

As soon as the pitch-black crow knight moves, the pattern that envelops us has more and more repeated changes, which is described as "pulling a hair and moving the whole body". It's moving. It also suddenly made me think of what I should do, the previous disarmament was just a sudden, one-sided idea, but at this time, the follow-up of this idea was suddenly made up. I felt like my head was suddenly bright, and I couldn't think of what to do before, how stupid I was. What should have been a simple thing has been overlooked. I haven't even thought in this direction.

I'm not sure that having an idea on my own would be the best solution, but for me, it was already in this flash of lightning. The only action imaginable.

At this moment, I also entered a state of rapid sweeping.

The pitch-black Raven Knight was like light, unlike me, and its movements were crisp and neat, making people understand that there were no complicated thoughts in its heart. Its knife pierced me in the heart. Without the slightest hesitation. Its whole body gives me a sense of purity, and the murderous intent that erupts in this moment is not dark or noble, there is no life-and-death entanglement, and for some purpose, such as rolling in the quagmire.

I came up to the armament, and it stabbed me, and that's it.

I didn't dodge the blow, I just let the blade deviate from the point, not because I couldn't dodge, but because even if I dodged, I would only get stuck in the stalemate of the previous battle, and even without equipment, it was impossible to win in such a high-speed and fierce engagement.

But do I need to win? To another Takakawa, to declare his own legitimacy, to shout his own victory, and finally to dominate the will of the other party? I don't think I should do that. Because I no longer think that the relationship between me and it is the enemy of life and death.

I and it are both Takagawa, and in this case, the meaning of the name "Takakawa" is a natural fit for us. "Takakawa" is to become, but it does not mean that one "Takakawa" will kill another "Takakawa", and even, in my opinion, "Takakawa" will not kill himself, whether it is himself who he thinks or who he does not understand.

Whether you admit it or not, it is inevitably an indispensable part of the existence of "Takakawa". Even if, for various reasons, these parts are displayed in a relatively independent way, they will inevitably not be able to cut off the threads in the depths of the essence.

The long knife pierced my right chest, piercing my lungs, and I felt so painful that I couldn't breathe, and with each gasp, a lot of blood gushed out of my chest and up my throat and from between my teeth. But I didn't die, for ordinary people, this is an irreparable heavy damage, for the fourth-level Demon Pattern Messenger, although it can't be regarded as a minor injury, it is not fatal, and the place I am in now is just a world of consciousness.

I knew exactly what it was going to do after it pierced my body, because I would have done it even more. The speed of the stab is very fast, but the wound is not large, if it is not critical, it is not very fatal, and in order to kill the enemy, the wound must be enlarged. There are many ways to widen a wound with a knife that is plunged into the enemy's chest, and it is so similar to mine that it must be more like the one I do most often. So, I reached out and got in the way before it could make that attack. I grabbed its wrist and it had to pause.

Before it could re-enter the speedy state, I added another force and took a step in the direction of the long knife. It tried to get rid of it, but my hand grabbed my wrist firmly, and as it struggled, I took another step forward. This step put me at a distance from it that I could even breathe and touch each other, and if it wanted to move its legs, it was trampled on the surface of its feet, and if it wanted to let go of the handle of the knife and free its hands, I immediately grabbed the joint, a head mallet, and smashed it on the mask that blocked its face.

It still has no emotions, and whether it succeeds or fails, it only has the cleanest, inorganic killing machine. It seems to have no thoughts, but the sense of purpose that emerges from the actions is simple and straightforward. It wouldn't give up at the time, but, after restricting its movements, it was me who went into the quick-sweep state first.

My speed sweep is always relatively faster. Even if I'm not human at all, I'm not human, and I still have speed, but I won't lose to anyone or non-human just because of the speed characteristic of being "relatively fast". Even if the pitch-black Raven Knight can chase the speed to an extremely small point in terms of relative disparity, this gap still exists, and it will still become an insurmountable gap because of some small advances.

In my own way, I imprisoned the Raven Knight, who also possessed the Swift Raid, and perhaps in the eyes of others, it was a black humor. In the past, the occultists tried all sorts of ways to imprison me, and I tried to avoid being imprisoned, and now I'm doing it in the simplest way that no one else has ever used.

Then, I took off my left eye.

I didn't have any preparation, and I hadn't thought I needed to do it before, but when the thought came to me, the hesitation and hesitation in my mind seemed to melt away with a scorching heat that welled up from my heart. I didn't hesitate, I wasn't afraid of pain, and when my fingers were inserted into my eyes, it was like a pain that was going to paralyze my head, but it gave me a sense of déjà vu that I was in this situation at one time.

It was like a familiar taste, awakening the memory of yesterday, Mae's neurotic and full of deep and seductive smile, that dark and terrifying eyes, that murmur that seemed to call for nightmares, little by little squeezed out of the brain, and turned into electricity, penetrating every nerve in the body.

My body trembled, but I couldn't tell if it was because of the pain or because the memory was too deep. The more my fingers pulled inward, digging out my left eyeball bit by bit, the nerve-tugging pain and horror seemed to put me in that night again. It was as if I had hallucinated that Mae was right next to me, caressing my face, staring into my eyes, and speaking to me words that I couldn't hear.

I screamed and plucked my left eye off. (To be continued......)