The starting range of the super giant magic array outlined by the ravines, hills, stone peaks, and intricate underground rivers on the ground is five thousand meters, and it is still expanding rapidly, judging from the source of the initial tremor, the black water that acts as the main force of excavation is coming from farther away, so it is initially estimated that its outline will at least reach the starting point of these rushing black waters. The outline of the magic array is a very precise work, and the current super giant magic array is not simply an enlargement of the ordinary magic array, and the textures and marks in it are not much more complex than the ordinary magic array. It is not impossible to complete this huge project by manpower, but it will take more time, and it is difficult to imagine the pressure that even with such a huge and mysterious thing as black water, to carry out such a large, complex and delicate project, assuming that it is completed by a single person.

Although the Rivet did say that the blackwater that was completing such a huge amount of work was controlled by Father Edward, the experts of other mysterious organizations must have provided more support than expected.

Without the Nazis, it would have been inconceivable for these occult experts belonging to different occult organizations with different philosophies to come up with such a sophisticated and cooperative plan.

The momentum and coverage of this magic array naturally have a magnificent sense of oppression, making people feel that it is enough to fight against any monster, including the alienated Youjiang, and the morale boost must be considerable before it has actual effect.

Even so, I still think that if the effect of the magic array is not accurately calculated, it is still not enough to be a killer against the alienated Youjiang. No one knows better than me how powerful and comfortable Alienation Youjiang has shown before. Of all the characters I've played, including myself, none of them have actually done damage to the Alien Youjiang. Just one or two attacks hit the alienated right river, or create strange realms to try to restrain her. It's not about having an advantage, not even for a moment.

After all, the alienated Youjiang was not injured from beginning to end, was he? All the situations that have bothered him are only understood unilaterally from our side, and how does the alienated Youjiang itself view these attacks that hit him? Is there really a feeling of "this opponent is really powerful"?

Even now. A vaguely familiar figure appeared again, and she formed a stalemate in just a few seconds, but for the alienated Youjiang, being imprisoned in that hemispherical realm, and unable to keep attention on the expanding magic array, such a situation that seemed to be designed and forced into a predicament, is it the real situation?

No one can be sure. Of course, there are people who have better expectations, but my thoughts are quite pessimistic. My instincts never relaxed, and tension, despair, and fear crept through my mind. I can't imagine the scene of victory from the huge scene in front of me, the-for-tat entanglement.

So, something had to be done.

There's not much I can do, but at least I can save the one who waited after me. Entangled in the alienation of the right river, it is actually delaying time. A familiar but unremembered figure.

I could feel the power surging in this magic array. I can imagine the possibility of being like a moth to a fire once the Swift Sweep is restricted in such an environment. There is to think about the consequences of your own death. There are also various reasons to dissuade yourself from such risky behavior. I can't say I'm not afraid, but I still can't really look at the center of the magic array, and sit back and watch the fierce battle that is obviously impossible to win.

At all costs. Even if my heart was full of hesitation, fear, and the feeling of gaining and losing, the thought of going to help burned violently like adding fuel to the fire, and all other thoughts were quickly burned out. Only this one thought, the more it burned, the stronger it grew, brighter, like the sun, hanging over my soul.

I'm already moving, I know I'm moving. When the intellect has not yet made up its mind, the sensibility has already activated every cell, every nerve, allowing the power of the magic pattern to spread in the body, and then the fragments of the invisible high-speed passage are spliced together in an instant, bypassing the points and lines in the magic array that must be staggered by intuition, crossing the cracks, climbing over the stone peaks, zigzag but firmly building a bridge to the center of the magic array.

On both sides and below this bridge, there are cracks that are still moving violently, pinnacles and hills that are still rising or collapsing, black water that gushes and erupts like roots, anomalies that are difficult to describe in words, dangers, deaths, and sights that discourage all sanity.

But I've jumped into this invisible bridge, and the huge thrust is not only pushing my body, but also pushing my heart. The closer I got to the hemispherical field, the harder it was to make out the outline in the red, the more I felt a sense of urgency, as if I was about to meet someone important.

Sure enough, as I expected, although the power surging in the magic array could not be seen directly, but was only reflected in the occurrence of various strange phenomena, its powerful power would cause an extremely huge load on any very cognitive mysterious phenomenon, and eventually lead to its collapse, which is also the internal cause of the alternation of many strange phenomena. Phenomena arise and disappear so quickly that the sight seen with the naked eye is like a mosaic. And when the speed-grazing super energy is activated, the mysterious phenomenon "invisible high-speed channel" itself is also in the affected range.

I can be said to be extremely fast in relation to things outside the passage, but the speed reference inside the passage is normal. Before entering the invisible high-speed channel, the composition of the invisible high-speed channel can be said to be almost instantaneous, but the collapse and reconstruction of the channel itself are observed inside the channel, but it is so clear.

The passages in front and behind were collapsing, as if there was a tremendous pressure coming from the outside, and in a short period of time, before they could even make a sound, the Swift Sweep Super was only maintaining "this part of the passage I was in". The world is black and white, outlined by strange lines, sometimes rotating surfaces, sometimes irregular three-dimensional, and sometimes seemingly recognizable, a silhouette that resembles something in its normal state. But more often than not, this distortion of the form has reached a point where it is completely unrecognizable.

But in this drastic change, in the invisible high-speed channel, I can't hear the slightest sound. When I went into a state of quick skimming, the world in my ears fell completely silent. My facial features also seem to be affected by some seemingly mysterious force, producing some unknowable changes. All kinds of sensations from the outside world are in a state of confusion, as if everything is being interfered with by my imagination, and it is as if the crazy information has forcibly distorted my imagination. As in the past, I was inexorably able to have a myriad of thoughts that made me "feel" what a color tasted like, or what a sound was.

In addition to making the world I perceive more strange, it also makes me lose my balance in the confusion of information. If it weren't for the impetus of the invisible expressway itself, I would have been unable to move forward if I fell. It was this thrust that made me stumble. Still moving forward in the crawling and rolling. The imbalance is also a forward fall, before the fall continued to move forward, after the fall turned over several heels, climbed up, and found that it was more than ten meters forward.

I'm afraid that anyone who sees me like this will only think that I am as ridiculous as a clown. However, for me, I also care about the image. However, when it is necessary to move forward. As long as you can move forward, it doesn't matter what kind of embarrassment you look. What I was afraid of was not falling, but not even a chance to fall, and the invisible high-speed passage had collapsed before I could break into the center of the magic circle and rescue that familiar figure. If you don't have a quick sweep, you'll have to pass through this huge magic circle again. It's almost impossible to do.

Things around us seem to be moving frame by frame, but some phenomena have slowed down but have not stopped, and some phenomena are still as violent as ever, and where the speed difference cannot be formed, we have to take a detour. The advantage of speed sweep is speed. If you can't create a speed difference, it doesn't make sense.

It was in this stumbling that I finally came to the hemispherical closed space, with this as the center, and within a range of about a few tens of meters outward, the violent movement on the surface had a noticeable sense of weakening. At this moment, this closed space has been completely dyed red, and its color has increased to a point where it is almost impossible to see the outline of the characters inside.

I raised my spear, and the red ribbon flew in the raging air. I imagined that it was actually a flame that scorched the spear's head, making it red, emitting a glow full of heat that was incompatible with the gloom and horror around it. I immersed myself in the world of consciousness, telling myself what "the world as observed from the level of consciousness" should be like, and convincing myself that this seemingly materialistic world of repeaters was entirely the result of the action of consciousness, allowing the power of consciousness to obtain the truth of interference.

And so, the spear wrapped around the flames, glowing with scorching light, and I stabbed it with all my might, piercing through the locked space that had been completely dyed red. This closed space is like a saturated balloon, and the slightest piercing releases intense pressure. Under the tearing of this pressure, it is shaped like a shell in the chain decision, distinguishing the "boundary" between external and internal movements, and collapses at a breakneck speed. The movement that had been isolated re-completed the communication and re-converged, the process was violent and irreversible by normal means, and it released a huge impact that almost blew me away.

I stuck my spear on the ground, and the moment the impact came, the spear swelled into a shield, and the invisible fragments of the high-speed passage had formed in front of me, bypassing the shield.

Although my vision of the naked eye was obscured, the interlocking judgment was able to observe the things inside more clearly after the boundaries of the closed space were broken. Surprisingly, there were not two humanoids fighting fiercely in this closed space, but more—ten? Fifty? A hundred? It is impossible to count them specifically, because the overall number is rapidly decreasing. My instincts told me that it was because I had broken through the closed space. However, this is by no means a retreat from the uninvited guest, since it is something that even I can break, then, the alienation of Youjiang is definitely easy to deal with.

If the uninvited guest thinks that if I don't come, I can support more time, so I can't help but underestimate the alienation of Youjiang.

However, time does not allow me to ignore the emotions and thoughts that the belligerents will have about my infiltration. Almost as soon as I was bearing the first wave of shock, I was once again thrown into the invisible high-speed channel. The invisible high-speed channel presented in a fragmented way is directly inserted into the weakest part of the impact, and a new route is formed on the basis of these weak nodes, which is of course also tortuous, but at absolute high speed, there is not much difference between zigzag and straight line.

Arriving at the target's side, for the two who were fighting fiercely, it was only a moment when they couldn't even blink an eye.

However, when I saw the appearance of the uninvited guest who was entangled with the alienated Youjiang, I couldn't believe my eyes—although I had always assumed that "if she was still alive" in the past, I still couldn't describe what kind of agitated emotions I was feeling when I saw this exact and familiar face in this scene at this moment.

Egawa?

The river that disappeared during the operation of the Victorian Heavy Industries Materialization Zone?

That Egawa, who seems to be a special scripted character for Super Dorothy, finally leads me to Dorothy and disappears like a phantom?

I have thought about what the disappearance of the river means for its own existence, and I have also imagined the possibility of the river that has been eroded by the "river". However, it was precisely because she could not be found at that time anyway, that her disappearance had to be regarded as death by default.

Whenever I confront Zuo Chuan and think about her background, identity, the role she plays in the "script", and the vague connection with Dorothy, I can't help but think of Jiang Chuan, who has the same identity and background as her.

There are many people who have disappeared and died, and they will leave a deep imprint on my heart, and Egawa is undoubtedly one of them. It's not right to say how special she is, and my concern for her may start with her name.

Egawa -- When she decided, I was the name she gave to her master.

Now, when this imitation of the "ultimate weapon", an artificial humanoid that could not reach the expected height due to unavoidable flaws, appeared in front of my eyes again, I could hardly believe my eyes. (To be continued.) )