The Shitengain Coconut is strong, but how strong is it? I can only guess from her past and the origin of her form changes. It's just that I know very well that admitting her strength is not a denial of my own ability. And admitting one's weakness is not a matter of discouragement. On the contrary, it is precisely because he knows how weak he is, and the opponent is such an immeasurable and powerful monster, so there is a kind of excitement that spreads in the body - it is both fear and must bear the invasion of despair, but in that deep fear and despair, there is always a point of light flickering. It's like in the great light, any firefly light will be swallowed up and disappear, but under the oppression of darkness, this little remaining light seems brighter and brighter.

Yes, I was well aware of how apprehensive I was, like walking on a tightrope on a cliff without any safety measures, and I expected to be able to go all the way to the other side, but I was afraid that the wind would blow, and I would lose my balance under my feet, and fall to the bottom of the cliff where I felt dizzy at first sight. However, the feeling of anticipation of going to the other side was stronger and more burning than the fear of losing one's footing, as if this strong and scorching force had created an updraft that made the soul fly upward.

The Four Heavenly Courtyards are running on a track that is bound to reach where Alice and Megatron and I are, and no matter how Alice Megatron and I adjust our movements, this track that has not yet begun and must go through will always run through where we are. This is not the result of an observation, but a feeling, but it has been confirmed by the experience of observing the battlefield before. It's not stupid to think about how to avoid it, but it's out of place, and it's impossible to deduce how exactly this twisted monster did such a thing, it's not that it can't be done. And it's also anachronistic.

The development of things, the successes and failures, are carried out at a faster pace than the average person can comprehend, and the results are presented before all the scrutiny and comprehension is completed. At such a time when there is no room for action, anyone who wants to understand and then act. can be said to be out of place. It is precisely because the mysterious battlefield is like this that the mysterious expert will trust his intuition more than experience and knowledge, and believe in luck in the dark more than adequate preparation.

There is never time to fully prepare for the battle of a mysterious expert, nor does it have time to understand the cause and effect at the time, and all the experience that is summed up after the fact. It is also often not used in the second mysterious event. The opponent is changeable, the environment is also changeable, and even if these changes have been studied for hundreds of years, no one can summarize a half-inevitable law. It seems that there is no definite number, and there may be, but in the life that the observer can live, it is as if there is none. If there really is a corollary, it is death. It is the end, it is the end. It is the collapse of the whole world and society, and it is also the heaviness that makes it difficult for me to breathe.

Once you come into contact with the mysterious event, those negative things will come to you one after another, either to bear or to destroy. The results are always unsatisfactory and always embarrassing. Even a hint of something uplifting has a dark and heavy shell on the outside, making people feel that "things shouldn't be like this" and "even if you try your best, you still can't do anything".

I think. What I'm dealing with is not something like this -- it's not a single phenomenon or result, but a group of phenomena and outcomes that are entangled and pushed by each other, and finally form a certain tendency that can be perceived. It may not have been expected, but it makes sense. It may seem that you can change by making a different choice at that time, but in reality it is impossible to cross the same river again, so you can't really change it.

The Four Heavenly Yuan Jia coconut in front of her is also a part of this tendency, one of the phenomena and results, her strength and state at this time, at the same time, bring surprises to people, but also reasonable. In fact, there may be fewer "surprises" in the current situation than in the more mysterious events of the past. Because, although my opponent became the Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconut in advance, this distorted Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coco destroyed the Doomsday Shinrikyo Space Fleet.

In terms of results alone, in addition to me and her, as well as the alienated Youjiang, the superfluous enemies were once again "cleared". From the perspective of the apocalyptic illusion, if I had avoided the Four Heavenly Courtyard at this time, it would have been indispensable for her to kill the surviving humans who had returned to Earth with the help of escape devices. And if I insist on protecting those people, it is just a matter of personal sensibility, and it is not in line with rational interests.

It is precisely because I understand what prompted me to do this, and what kind of contradictions and problems I will bring to myself if I do this, so I will stand so resolutely in front of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut.

The Four Heavenly Courtyard was attracted to me, and her orbit must run through me and Alice Megatron, there is no doubt about that, but it is also what I expected, and Alice Megatron was born for this moment.

The whole body twisted like a twist, as if an invisible hand was twisting a screw, as if it was about to curl up and compress the whole body into a ball-like monster and began to accelerate. Her **** body is like broken glass, which will disintegrate at any time, the slightest substance falls off from the epidermis, and the exposed endoplasm makes people feel frightened at a glance, chaotic and incomprehensible, inexplicable things, turning into cognitive enemies, shaking their will. In her, the real monster side is these things that are hidden by the skin under the humanoid shell. Alice Megatron unleashed a thundercloud, a torrential downpour, a bizarre artillery fire, physical and non-physical ammunition across space, none of which missed, and all kinds of natural phenomena bloomed and splashed on the monster's body, burying its form.

But in the next moment, the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut, which passed through the starry sky of the universe like a meteor, tore open this barrage. The artillery fire has not weakened, but the monster-like body can no longer be concealed by this degree of brilliance, and the terrifying, deep and distorted sense of existence makes all the phenomena produced by these artillery fire become a foil. Alice Megatron did not waver, and he was still gorgeous, but this radiant posture began to gradually become a foil. Just because, compared to Alice Megatron's gorgeousness. The twisted and deep figure had a more intense flavor.

I heard a sound, like a low noise coming from a quiet cosmic background, detected by the probe and then amplified and broadcast. In Alice Megatron's cockpit, the source of this sound is locked onto the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut. However, the sound may feel like it is low. But it's not a sound amplified by equipment. It was so loud, at this natural frequency, that it penetrated my eardrums, vibrated my nerves, and transmitted to my brain, making me feel dizzy, nauseous, and feel like the blood was flowing backwards all over my body, and the brain was a fragile mass of flesh. To be caught by this frequency, to resonate with it, will self-destruct in resonance.

The cockpit lowered its own layers of defenses, but as the low-noise sound subsided, Alice Megatron's internal structure began to resonate. It seems to loosen all the parts, and it seems to disperse the smallest particles that make up the material, from macro to micro. Everything that falls within the level of interlocking judgment observation vibrates in a frightening rhythm. It makes people feel that this vibration is like a piece of music, delicate and low, not gorgeous, and not a good sound, but it makes people from the extreme delicacy and lowness. You can feel an alternative and heavy beauty.

It is as if observing the decline of the planet from a macroscopic perspective, and that decline will also bloom with sensual beauty, as if observing the blooming and withering of flowers will produce a sad beauty, just like the tragedy that exists in classic literature. It will make people's hearts flutter and be regarded as eternal beauty. Those unforgettable things are transmitted to the listener's body and heart in this delicate and deep voice, so that the listener will also come to an end.

I know it's dangerous, but, it's more dangerous than I thought. It seemed to dominate my will, to transmit its spirit to mine. I subconsciously bit the tip of my tongue and let the sharp pain wake me up from my sink. I don't know how long I can stay awake, but there's no point in talking about "longer", and Alice Megatron will never last that time. In my field of vision, unconsciously, there was already debris falling off, it was evidence that Alice's Megatron's material was crumbling, it was the ashes that symbolized death.

My eyes widened, and I ran the fourth-level magic pattern with all my might to support Alice's Megatron existence. Alice Megatron no longer distanced herself, keeping a safe distance no longer applies, and while spreading the barrage, the light that bloomed on her body condensed in her right hand and turned into a hard and huge drill. I know what she's going to do, but that's the only way to do it.

The drill bit rotated, broke through a certain critical point, and began to burst into sparks, as if it were crumbling, ready to disintegrate at any moment, and the surrounding space took on a spiral twist. This distortion magnified to the point where it completely enveloped Alice's Megatron's body, like a large umbrella covering the sky and the sun. The tip of the umbrella is also the tip of the drill bit, which is facing the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, and Alice Megatron's body begins to reassemble the module, turning itself into a huge base against the drill bit.

The Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconut did not slow down at all, and the barrage was still intense, but it was like a dream bubble, and it collapsed at the touch of a button, and it could not slow down her at all, nor could it bring any more damage to her. Even when the impact alarm sounded in the cockpit, in front of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut, who was only a kilometer away, those ammunition beams had already collapsed before they hit the main body.

How far does a kilometer seem between two bodies as huge as a mountain? To me, it's like two normal people being one meter apart. The curled up Four-Heavenly Courtyard Coconut slammed into the drill in less than a tenth of a second. The spinner drill bit collapsed by a third as soon as it came into contact, and the Four Heavenly Yuan Gaconuts were still advancing, and the huge pressure made Alice Megatron, who became the base of the drill bit, lose one-tenth of its mass.

The shattering shell sprayed like a fountain against the dark cosmic background, and Alice Megatron faltered, but in the process of shaking, it seemed to become harder. The distorted space protected her like an umbrella, keeping her from taking a step back. If you retreat, the pressure of the impact will be reduced, and the damage will be reduced, but if you retreat, the pressure on the Sitenin Gaco will also be reduced. I know that Alice Megatron is only carrying out my will, even if she emotionally thinks that she has intelligence, but her essence is still a weapon-a weapon of decisive battle against the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, which was temporarily created by the fourth-level magic pattern.

Annihilating those alienated safety devices is only incidental, and giving the Four Heavenly Yuan Gacoco damage and freeing it from the distortion of pursuing "Jiang" is the meaning of her existence in the here and now, the meaning of her birth given by me, the creator. This blow of direct collision is the best chance, Alice Megatron has done her best, I knew from the beginning that she will not be able to defeat this monster, and I also know how cruel it is from the perspective of humanity and sensibility to the birth of a weapon. Even so, I need her, I need her like this, I need the power she releases in this short time of existence, like a flash in the pan.

The terrible force eroded into Alice Megatron's interior, the impact turning everything that fell off into bullets and bouncing around the cockpit, and I gritted my teeth and gripped the armrests as if I wanted to inject my faith into Alice Megatron's body. The splinters grazed my skin, pierced my body, and almost pierced my eyeballs, and I dodged it, but the wound on my face remained. However, none of that matters.

"Hold on! Alice! I screamed, feeling like my voice was trying to squeeze my soul out.

The passage of time seems to slow down, and I know it's an illusion. The shattered material, the scattered parts catapulted in the air, it seemed that ripples of the air could be seen, the screen in front of me all shattered at the same time, the lights dimmed, and the world became a terrible silence. A large shadow pressed in front of me, and the heavy wind blew, making me let go of my hands and subconsciously block the way. In this silence, I felt the disintegration of Alice's Megatron, she was like a building block that had been pulled away from the pillars, the structure falling apart in an instant, and I was pushed backwards by a huge but encompassing force.

In the next moment, the cosmic background was once again vividly imprinted into my pupils, and right in front of me, Alice Megatron was no longer human, and the parts that made up his body broke down into block-like blocks, blooming with the brightest colorful light, like a river rushing to the Four Heavenly Courtyards and coconuts. The river of building blocks flowed up and down the four heavenly courtyards and coconuts, drowning them before she could begin to move. (To be continued.) )