Speed sweep is a reassuring ability most of the time, and based on the scientific understanding of speed and the assumption of speed, all the forces involved in the meaning of "high speed" naturally have a wonderful sense of stability. I've seen a lot of mysteries in the past that involve the concept of "speed", and in all the battles that can be won through "speed" and "distance", and even through "time" and "space", speed sweep can be said to be one of the most effective. However, there are also rare cases where a quick sweep is not the biggest reliance. The mysteries that make the concept of "speed" meaningless are innumerable in theory, but the number of actual encounters is countable, and the vigilance to guard against the ineffectiveness of speed has become useless countless times in the past.

However, on the battlefield in front of us, in this torrent of horror composed of the vicious war of Nazi soldiers and security guards, vigilance against the failure of rapid plundering is indeed the key to self-rescue.

I have long thought that it is definitely not so easy to break through this battlefield, from the edge to the mainland, until I come into contact with another self. However, when I actually experienced the danger, I still couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat. Even if the effect of the chain judgment is compressed from a radius of 50 meters to less than half, and the body function that supports the chain judgment is maintained in the limit state, there are still too many movements that cannot be analyzed in the first time, if a movement is only complex and fast, then the "relatively fast" effect of the speed sweep can always deduct the room for maneuver from the microseconds, however, once the movement is not linear, and even the movement process cannot be observed at all, the effect of the speed sweep will inevitably be curbed. Further, if some mysterious force shattered the foundation of the Demonic Super Power of "Swift Sweep......

Although I am not sure what the essence of the speed sweep is and what is the basis of the composition of this magic pattern superpower, if I only regard the invisible high-speed channel formed by the speed sweep that I can feel as a temporary data hedging space, then these mysterious phenomena on the battlefield like flames, like hurricanes, like storms that suddenly reach their climax, have destroyed this temporary data hedging space.

What I feel is a deeply devastating force, a merciless lash at anyone and inhuman on this battlefield.

Almost instantly, the invisible highway shattered, and I was thrown out of the world where "all movement seemed slow except for myself." It's not an exaggeration to say that it's "throwing", my body is already out of balance, and the strong impact is squeezing the skin and internal organs, and if the body strength is a little weaker, maybe this time it will hurt. Even though I didn't feel any damage to my body, the impact still kept me from maintaining my balance.

It is not only the forces that can act on the surface of the body that can be measured and observed, but also many mysterious factors that cannot be investigated, which forcibly cause the imbalance effect. I can use the power of my body to fight against the forces that act directly on my body, but I can't fight against the mysteries that do not actually act on my body in the same way.

As I was thrown into the air, the mysterious forces that were so widespread that I couldn't tell what nature they were, dismantled the many more Nazi soldiers and security guards around me on the spot, like sweeping up garbage. The sight of no one being able to fight back made me deeply feel how complex and powerful the mystery that pervades this battlefield. I don't think the two sides that started this war could have foreseen the fact that some terrible chemical reactions were taking place, and these chemical reactions did not distinguish between friend and foe, but spread to a larger battlefield with their peculiar, hard-to-observe patterns.

I had already imagined how fierce the fighting would be before I entered this battlefield, but when I actually participated in it, I realized that it was far more intense than I had imagined.

At such times, everything that is incomprehensible and difficult to observe can be fatal, but no one knows what the effect will be until its effect occurs, and it is impossible to determine what the effect will be. Theoretically, when this impact directly shatters the invisible high-speed channel of the fast sweep, it is forbidden to regenerate it. The only thing that gave me a chance was that I didn't have such a strong sense of luck in the past – that I was able to recover from the interruption of my speedstorm.

How long did it take? A second? Tenths of a second? I think it's shorter. In this short period of time, I have changed direction three times with the help of the reconstituted invisible high-speed channel. I felt like a mad boar, scurrying through the layers of dense forests, not to kill the enemy, but to protect myself from the mysteries of not distinguishing between friend and foe.

The crushed Nazi soldiers and security guards filled the "cleared" battlefield the next moment I broke through. The war here is so violent, and the speed of personnel renewal is outrageous. It took me ten minutes to move less than a kilometer in a straight line when the speed sweep didn't work properly, and in normal times, not to mention ten minutes, even if it was only 0.01 second, I could complete this kilometer.

The gray mist poured out from the fourth-level magic pattern, reforming into swords, guns, swords, and shields, and then, it was consumed in the mysterious phenomenon of the tides rising and falling one after another. Most of these mysterious phenomena cannot say what kind of phenomenon they are, and even chain judgments cannot outline their state of motion, and the final effect, whether direct or indirect, is staggering.

I entered the speed sweep in the first 0/1 second, and was forced to exit the speed sweep in the next 0/1 second. I wielded a huge axe made of demonic supers, spinning like a windmill, and I didn't need to lock on to any specific target, and more than a dozen targets would automatically come to my door. Any delicate way of fighting, under such a density of men and forces, is difficult to deploy normally, but rather a rough way of fighting, which can more effectively sweep the danger away from a safe distance.

Even so, the Nazi soldiers and security guards pounced one after another. Killed, crushed, and then pounced on again, filling the void. Both human and non-human things have given up those delicate techniques and the mystery of the individual, as if no one has ever thought about whether the power they exert will have a chemical reaction with the power of others, and eventually affect themselves. I have fully understood why there is this kind of fighting method in which each individual turns over the most lethal hole cards of the group at the first time, because, if you don't do this, you probably won't survive to fight back.

On this battlefield, no matter what kind of attack you choose, it is possible to be ineffective, it is also possible to be amplified, no matter what kind of defense and dodge, it is possible to be limited, expelled, or become impregnable for a while. However, there is absolutely no kind of defense that can last more than two seconds, and all defenses that cannot be seen will be broken in an unpredictable way by some mysterious force that cannot be observed or understood in a maximum of two seconds. If you are lucky, there will be no time to react, and the original unwavering defense has been infiltrated, and the body will become a piece of flying ash or a bubble without even noticing, and there is a high probability that you will not be able to leave even a little bit of the body.

In this incomparably chaotic battlefield, where it is not known when something will happen, miracles of self-help are happening all the time, and hopeless disasters are also happening. All the forces that have made themselves seem invincible in the past, no matter what the reason, will inevitably have corresponding restraints. I went a few kilometers and was still alive, not because of how good I was or how quick I was reflexing, but simply because I was lucky.

Yes, just luck. Or, in a more brutal way, it's because I'm not in the script yet.

The more chaotic, irresistible, unimaginable, and incomprehensible dangers there are, the thicker the shadow that exists behind "survival" becomes, and the more people can feel the luck from their own fate. In the stories I have read in the past, I have always seen many characters who have survived to the end of the story and achieved great achievements, always thinking that their victories were won by themselves, and always thinking that their past failures are their inevitable fate. "Your past failures" are fate, so "your current success" is to change your life against the sky. I can't say if it's right or wrong, good or bad, but for me, they're just playing that role in a story like this.

I hope that I am also such a character, and I can live to the end of the script, and then have a happy ending.

In the past apocalyptic fantasy and hospital reality, the "script" has lifted a scaly claw for me several times, however, every time it is presented, it makes me feel that the stronger the tragedy, the more obvious the existence of the "script" itself. This "script" has a very strong personality and will, and it is definitely not the script when looking at the apocalyptic fantasy from the reality of the hospital, nor is it definitely not the script when looking at the reality of the hospital from the apocalyptic fantasy, it is not the script of Dr. Ander and others, it is not the script of Dorothy and the color system, I used to think that it was the script of "virus", and then I thought it was the script of "virus" and "Jiang", but now, when the final "deviation" of the torchlight appears, I deeply feel that this is no longer the script of "virus" and "Jiang".

At a macroscopic level beyond the ability to observe, a larger-scale "script" is in full swing, and every "script" that has been felt in the past is just a plot of this super-giant "script". All the "scripts" that can be felt may be paving the way for another kind of "script" that cannot be felt, and more grandiose.

And myself, everyone I want to save, everyone who has given their lives for this, all the people who are struggling, known and unknown, are so small in this incomparably grand "script". Even the concept, existence, and meaning of the "universe" are just a trivial setting in the "script". What I think of as "reality" and "unreal" is also just a concept covered by one word in this "script".

But even if that were true, what could I do? Perhaps different people will give different answers to this question. However, there was always only one answer, and I always knew it, and I was already doing what I could.

I'm here, and no matter what role I'm in, I've done everything I can to do what I want to do.

A person can only do what he can do -

I live in this world and in this script with this idea. I'm one such character.

I wielded the great axe, pulled the chains, flew in the swift sweep, and in the next moment the invisible high-speed passage shattered, I was thrown away, struck, and before I could get up, I had to continue to rush forward in a strange position. I don't have time to pay attention to what actions are embarrassing, what actions are elegant, and what actions will hurt me. Injury has become inevitable on this battlefield, and not dying is the best outcome, and I am like an ant caught in a whirlpool, which often takes a long time to move to the right route. All I could see, except fighting, fighting, fighting. All the phenomena that befall you will never be normal as the phenomena that you can usually see, and every seemingly common phenomenon may break through your defenses - you must have this awareness to move forward, and retreating is completely impossible.

When swept away by this torrent of war, there is no place to retreat. When the speed sweep doesn't work properly, the torrent spreads faster and more ferociously than the speed I tried to get out of.

I managed to cut off the head of a security guard, and there were a dozen Nazi soldiers and dozens of security guards attacking within and outside the attack range. These attacks include long-range shooting, space-shuttle strikes, close-range weapon combat, direct interference with consciousness, direct volatile phenomena, temporal asymmetry, distance dislocation, direct impact, and hallucinatory whispers...... What I could think of, and what I couldn't imagine, all happened at the same time, and then, I wasn't killed.

I didn't die in the first place, and I entered the next rush, and then I was forced to break away and suffer the effect of killing me without knowing when, and so on.

I never died, although I was injured, but I didn't die. It's over when you're dead, but it's never been dead. It doesn't matter if the injury is mild or severe, if it's an injury on top of an injury, or something else, in short, if you don't die, you can move forward. I don't think about what kind of attack I'm going to really die under.