I don't know which mysterious organization these five belong to, but their eyes all reveal one thing: they know something about me. In the mysterious world, intelligence leaks are almost a commonplace. Their eyes were probing and wary, and I knew that they didn't fully trust the information they were given, and that's a common problem for most people, or rather, a good habit. In order to recognize any thing, it is necessary to have a reference, but if you have not really been exposed to the thing you want to know, but only listen to the judgment made by others using the reference object that both sides know, it is still difficult to form an actual impression of the cognition you have acquired.

I don't mind any temptation they made to me, and all the attitudes they had shown before that. In the final analysis, until they know who they are facing, they can only make a vague judgment about the comer based on their own personality and cognition. They don't know me, so they despise me, or they don't choose words, but isn't that the way things are?

As I stepped out of the shadows and confronted them, the attitude of these five people suddenly changed 180 degrees. The reason why they are tempting and wary is, in my opinion, that they are not able to despise my appearance.

In my eyes, even if they take up arms and make an attacking stance, this kind of mere posture and not moving forward more or less allows me to guess how much they know about me.

"So, you're Takakawa?" The man who found me changed his previous arrogance and became calm and cautious.

"I'm Takakawa." I said, "Who are you?" ”

"Why are you here?" The man's tone was like I wasn't supposed to be here. His attitude reminded me of the bias effect, and perhaps I shouldn't be here in what he knew of their own plans.

"That's a stupid question." I replied calmly.

"So. Is it the bias effect again? It's really unlucky. The person who had a wry smile before lamenting the deviation effect had a bitter look on his face again, "Mr. Takakawa, you are doing this to make us very embarrassed." You know, we don't want to be enemies with a fourth-level Demonic Emringer. ”

"Enemies?" I chewed on the word. In fact, until he admits that he is an enemy, in my eyes, there is only half a chance that they are enemies. Despite being an unidentified mysterious expert. However, if I could, I would still like to have a good conversation with them and take what they need in the form of temporary cooperation. The whirlpool on this peninsula has begun to make people involuntarily, and the emergence of deviation effects will always make all parties become very sensitive to some special people after losing absolute control of their own plans. Even so, if you can just move your mouth and not your hands. I'm very happy to do that, too.

However, since the person in front of me said that my situation at this time made them feel embarrassed, he had fully stated his position, or that of the five people here. The so-called "I don't want to be an enemy with anyone" actually means "I will definitely become an enemy", and it is precisely because "I don't want to be an enemy" that I show such a bitter expression. Of course. I don't think the other party showed such bitterness. It means that they have the original intention of last resort, or they think that their combat effectiveness is insufficient, and they feel helpless about their situation.

In the final analysis, between mysterious experts, they don't really fight to the death once, and use their lives as bargaining chips. Theoretically, it is impossible to determine the superiority or inferiority. Appearance, looks, attire, etc., these factors that make up the impression of a person, in many cases, are just a trap. However, for those who have just stepped into the mystery circle. When you have to face a mysterious expert with a lot of old qualifications, you will often not be able to maintain a normal level in battle because of these factors.

It is difficult to trust a strange and mysterious expert, precisely because the information obtained during face-to-face conversations and observations may be just a disguise. Although I can't say that it's all like this, as long as there is one time, I completely believe in the other party and fall into the scheme, it is a fatal situation.

What's more, the person in front of him, even if he has a "don't want to see me here" expression, that kind of opposing attitude is very clear, and he doesn't deliberately hide it at all.

The fact that they were able to come here in time, and they seemed to know a lot about the situation here, and had a different kind of feelings about the deviations caused by the situation here, made me have a deeper guess about them.

"Anna, they went into a nightmare, did you do it?" I asked directly, and then stared into their eyes, and the power of consciousness walking had been activated. Even if I look at five people at the same time, I can still complete the consciousness walk of five people at the same time, and if they don't have a special ability to protect their own consciousness, this battle will be easier.

But as the old saying goes, the truth is not as simple as you think.

Using the eyes as an entrance to the other person's mind - the effect of such a conscious walk triggers an invisible backlash. As I pushed open the door to their hearts, I immediately fell into a whirlpool that swirled violently. When I suddenly woke up, I was still standing still, and in addition to a strong feeling of dizziness, the five people in front of me disappeared.

It's not that they're really leaving, it's that the attack has arrived. At the forefront was the bullet, and at the moment when it was about to be pierced through the brain, the rapid sweep had begun. Including the wind and rain, the movement of Qiē became sluggish, and two people seemed to be suspended in mid-air, chopping the axes at a ridiculous speed. The three people who were still running on the ground seemed more flexible. Even so, my advantage in speed was decisive.

Before they could complete the lethal phenomenon of their own mystery, I swung my scabbard, slapped the bullets, and scurried through the slow-falling raindrops, passing them one by one along the invisible high-speed passage, struck them in the stomach as if they were shooting a bullet. The mysterious expert who fought back against me during the consciousness walk couldn't even react to the defense when faced with the quick sweep, and among the other four, although his eyes were full of shock, and he also tried to make a move to protect himself, there was only one person who could really complete the defense.

Moreover, it is an extremely familiar defense capability.

In the air that seemed to be nothing, there was a huge resistance, just by the force of swinging the scabbard at this moment. There is simply no way to break through forcefully. However, when I returned to the same place and lifted the quick sweep, the space that created the resistance suddenly appeared with a translucent cover. It only appears for less than a second, and then disappears into thin air. Meanwhile. The four men who had been shot in the stomach flew upside down like cannonballs, slamming into the ground, trees, and huge stones for decoration. Unable to resist the swift sweep, they can already be regarded as withdrawing from this battlefield. Even if they tried to escape, they couldn't. So, for me, the only person who can really talk about the opponent is the last person who successfully defends against a blow.

When lightning and thunder pierced the dark clouds, with the help of the light that flickered on the earth. I took a closer look at the man's appearance—he was dressed in a waterproof coat with a thick leather belt tied around it, and the whole dark color seemed to blend in with the darkness of the rain at this time, but his figure was too tall and muscular, and there was a special temperament that one could not really ignore it. He also wears a hat. The edges of the hats are rolled up on both sides for a retro aesthetic. The face under the hat seems to be deliberately obscured by a dim shadow, making it difficult to see its true face.

However, as if he no longer intended to hide his identity, he took the initiative to take off the hat.

Sure enough, as I had guessed, I still couldn't see his real face. Because he wears a mask and hood, the mask pattern on the front is not regular, nor is it an image that represents something, just like a random painting. It's hard to describe what graffiti is, but the overall look and feel has a ridiculous taste.

Although it is not a familiar pattern, it is a familiar mask hood.

"Wizard Mask." I said to myself. The person in front of him is an elite wizard from the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult. Only elite wizards would wear such a unique wizard mask without wearing wizard robes. In many cases, the elite wizards that can be seen, in dress, language, and routine, are no different from the ordinary people around them, but they always wear masks, and the masks themselves often make people feel that they are their bodies.

Defending against the Swift Raid attack is none other than the shield-like gray mist spells that the wizards of the Cult of Doom Shinrito are good at. What's special about this spell is that it can be pre-built so that it won't be exposed until it's actually attacked, and it can avoid the drawback of not having time to defend against a high-speed enemy. Normal gray mist spells, although ever-changing, deal with different combat and survival environments, and have almost the strongest adaptability in the mysterious circle at present. However, the casting of these spells takes more time than other mysteries, and even a second slower than it is enough to constitute a fatal flaw. And the effort to circumvent this flaw is often reflected in the fighting style of the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult.

Preparing shields and portals in advance is exactly what these Doomsday Shinrikyo wizards are best at, and most versatile insurance. Therefore, in all seriousness, the person in front of him did not respond to the swift sweep in time and reacted synchronously, but only his preset shield spell was passively activated.

However, now that the shield has been activated, it is indeed difficult to attack the wizard itself without breaking the shield.

In the observation of the chain judgment, the mysterious experts lying around are holding their stomachs and trying to stand up. As if he had just realized the true identity of his companion, who was still standing, a mysterious expert could not contain the consternation in his heart, and completely expressed it on his face. Unfortunately, the route of the five people was divided into a group of three and a group of two, and the stunned occult expert and the Doomsday Shinrito wizard was the group of the two.

Obviously a mystery expert, but he failed to recognize the hidden identity of his companion, should it be said that the mystery expert was careless, or the disguise of the Doomsday Shinrikyo wizard was too good? Or, this is a tacit understanding between the two sides.

"Does anyone want to work with this wizard?" I stared at the wizard, but asked the other four. If they are NOG people, then, even if there is a tacit agreement to cooperate with the Doomsday Shinrikyo in private, this tacit understanding cannot be put on the table. Although NOG is not a cyber ball, and its own behavior and purpose are not completely referenced to the net ball, the influence of the cyber ball on NOG is beyond doubt. The hostility of the Cyber Globe to the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the position of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the Doomsday Fantasy are also absolutely not allowed, and there are mysterious organizations in NOG that openly cooperate with each other.

I don't think it's strange that the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo are mixed up in the ranks of occult experts in the current complex situation. On the contrary, if the team of occult experts is really pure, then how do they maintain their tacit understanding when it is clear that the two sides are colluding? Moreover, in addition to NOG, which should theoretically stand firmly on the opposite side of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult, the mysterious organization here also has a rather political force like Area 51.

When confronted with my questioning, no one spoke out to admit or deny. And this silent attitude, in my opinion, represents the ambiguity of this collusion.

"It seems that there really isn't a netball guy." I said calmly, "I guess there are no one with the Torchlight." "At the moment, because of Connector and Anna, I'm mostly only working with Cyberball and Torchlight, which they represent. Other mysterious organizations, even if they are members of the NOG, are also strangers. In this way, there is no need to have too many scruples. Because of John Bull's friendship, I know very well that at this time, the appearance of the NOG is detached, and it seems to be divided but has to be glued.

If the five of them entered the nightmare of the deepest night, it was not what they thought, but was driven by the malice of some people. Then, the source of this malice, whether it is the people of Area 51, the people of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult, or other mysterious organizations in the NOG, is not something unimaginable and incomprehensible.

I grabbed the scabbard and the hilt and slowly pulled out the long knife. When the lightning crossed the sky, the blade became bright and qualitative.

"It's a real weapon!" One of them, as if thinking of something, cried out: "How is that possible! Sick people are not allowed to bring dangerous supplies! Moreover, he really didn't have weapons before! ”

"Is it true, haven't you already taken a blow before?" I said calmly, "Feel the surroundings, this place has also been included in the scope of the temporary number jù hedge." ”

Therefore, this knife is just an ordinary weapon improvised by taking advantage of the chaos of the number jù hedge. (To be continued......)