The circular structure of the branch of the executive engineering component is rotating in an orderly manner, and in this hidden hall, Xiaomei does not see any additional figures. Everything here is so weird and indescribable, yet so lonely that it makes the whole space seem empty. No...... Wait, space? A thought crossed Xiaomei's mind, but before she could figure it out, she saw the shape of things around her begin to distort.

This distortion is a process, a change, slowly and gradually, and if it is not suddenly noticed, or stared at, it is difficult to feel this change from the indescribable appearance of these things. But what kind of standard can make people feel that an "indescribable object" is being distorted? When it comes to the meaning of "distortion", there must be a "normal" to refer to, but nothing here is normal.

The observable state of space, including the five senses, is also slowly distorted. When Xiaomei noticed this kind of change accumulated bit by bit, in her eyes, she was already standing on a floor that was inclined more than ten degrees, not only the floor, but also the wall.

However, even if the observable space is observed, there is no definite change in the bodily senses, and the center of gravity has not shifted at all. It's as if all this distortion and change is just an illusion of sight.

Xiaomei has no clue about the changes that are happening in front of her, she has no intelligence to support her, she can't understand it, and she doesn't even have anyone to talk to. This gradual distortion did not give her a strong enough sense of crisis, and even then, she subconsciously retreated and leaned against the wall. Directly in front of it, there was an indescribable smell of the ring structure of the branch of the engineering component, as if something had happened, more intensely than I could observe, but I couldn't observe.

Even if you come to this place and see this branch structure with your own eyes, you can't do anything. A huge sense of frustration hit Xiaomei's heart, but the setbacks and lessons of the past still made her cheer up after just three seconds of loss. She didn't want to be violent about it, but it was better to do something than to do nothing—whatever change it would cause.

When she began to think about it, she knew that she was impulsive, but even if she knew, she could not prevent the emotion of this impulse from growing stronger, and soon became the main force that dominated her own behavior—her reason seemed to be stripped away, pressed in the depths of her mind, and no matter what the consequences were, it could not stop the impulse that had swelled to the limit.

Xiaomei knows what she is doing, what the consequences may be, nine times out of ten it will lead to bad consequences, but there are also one or two points that may make things better, but in most mysterious events, "probability" itself is an illusion, and what should happen, no matter how unlikely it is, will inevitably happen, and vice versa. For occult experts, it is their own intuition that is worth trusting, not their own impulses, and only intuition can ignore the illusion of probability and hit the small probability that will inevitably occur.

Now, however, Xiaomei couldn't stop her hand from raising her magic staff. She was sure that it was not someone else's will, and that it was impossible to tell afterwards who was directing her. It is precisely because I know that the behavior I am doing now is all my own choice, even if it is an impulsive choice, that I have a strong sense of contradiction more and more.

She wanted to do it, but she endured it desperately, and even then, in the blink of an eye, her magic staff was aligned with the spiraling ring. Now, she knew exactly what her impulsive thoughts were, and she was going to strike a strong blow at the seemingly central blue light in the ring structure.

What's the use of that? I don't know, but it will definitely be useful. It's not intuitive, it's an impulsive, but not self-defeating.

The more I know that this is what I think, the more I feel that my impulse is not unreasonable, but on the other hand, although I feel that my impulse is reasonable, I feel that this impulse is not trustworthy.

Her thoughts and emotions are pulling her left and right, and Xiaomei is so sad that she wants to gag, but other than that, there are no other thoughts that can manifest in this contradiction. She stared at everything that was distorting in the whole hall, and before she knew it, she found herself hanging horizontally in the air—the original floor had become a vertical wall, and the original wall was like plasticine kneaded by a child, and it was completely impossible to see what shape it was going to become.

The space that originally looked like a cuboid swinging horizontally is now completely upright, not only upright, but the whole frame is twisted into a spiral shape, and instead of rotating in the same direction, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes upward, sometimes downward. Even so, the direction of gravity is still pointing to the ground where you originally landed, and even if you stand sideways, you won't fall, and you don't have the feeling of "you're hanging in the air".

Xiaomei almost couldn't believe her eyes, how long had she been in a trance in this contradiction between impulse and reason? The place where I am has changed dramatically. Moreover, it is still changing, and I don't know what it will become before it ends.

The magic staff, which had been aimed at the ring, had lost its purpose, and the ring had shifted relative to her position, obscured by a third of the undulating walls and things that didn't know how to describe it. Even the core-like blue light cluster was only the size of a fist that could be observed. As the deformation progresses, so do the visible parts.

Xiaomei jumped up from the ground, and to herself, it seemed as if she was rushing out of the erected wall. The power of the magic staff made the space around her solidify, however, the solidified space part suddenly became dissociated from the distorted and deformed space part, and cracks radiated outward around her, making Xiaomei herself stunned. Originally, the magic staff didn't have this kind of power, even if he was one of the first magical girls, both in terms of seniority and ability, he was far superior to his colleagues, but he couldn't do it at all to activate this kind of space-cutting power.

The magic staff became the standard equipment of the Magical Girl Crusader during the time when the Cosmic Combined Test Fleet and the Nazi Moon were in close contact. Originally, the power of the magical girl was a mystery that focused on individual characteristics.,In individual battles.,Or small-scale group battles.,It's easier to win with unique effects.,However,In the face of large-scale wars,,The characteristics of magical girls have become weaknesses.。

The mystery of the magical girl is not comprehensive enough, and it does not have enough adaptability to deal with a variety of complex complex situations, whether it is a frontal battle or an infiltration war, once the situation develops in the direction of gathering people, it will be the first target to be hit by concentrated firepower.

So, in order to make up for the singleness of the magical girls' abilities, in order to allow the magical girls to better adapt to the changing battlefield environment to a certain extent, the magic staff came into being. This magic staff can transform the mysterious phenomena unique to the magical girl into other phenomena in a way that does not know the principle, and it can also temporarily amplify the mysterious phenomena unique to the magical girl.

Either way, however, there is bound to be attrition. As for what was consumed, it is not known.

Xiaomei's subconscious unleashed spatial power is the result of her personal mysteriousness being transformed by a magic staff. However, for the phenomenon that needs to be converted, there will inevitably be corresponding wear and tear, and the final effect may not be satisfactory. In past experiments, Xiaomei knew very well that when it comes to time and space, the effect is often small.

If this spatial force can divide the space, it must be because the space is already very fragile.

Xiaomei didn't dare to move, the cracks formed by the spatial staggering were diverging outward, and once she continued to move in either direction, she would crash headlong into these spatial cracks. She was sure that nine times out of ten, she would not be able to stop this phenomenon of spatial fragmentation.

Is this the result of impulse? Xiaomei couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, she knew that she was making a mistake, how stupid it was, however, it also proved that her impulse was so strong, even if she knew that she was wrong rationally, she couldn't help but do it, as if she did it without thinking about anything.

Xiaomei was now completely fixed in mid-air, and the power of the magic staff maintained her at a fixed coordinate, however, she soon sensed that her coordinates were not fixed. This is because all the references relative to this coordinate are moving, and even the coordinates in which they are located are not a completely stationary point.

The slow distortion was still going on in an orderly manner, and it did not pause or delay because of the violent phenomenon that had occurred within it, and after a few blinks, the spatial rift that spread in all directions was also distorted. These cracks are like lines that can be bent and knotted at will, and the more cracks in space, the finer they become, as if they have been woven by a pair of skillful hands—Xiaomei could not find a more suitable description, the scene in front of her is so grotesque, it is definitely not comparable to any spatial phenomenon she knows.

Xiaomei felt that in this constantly distorted hall, she was like an insect stuck to a spider's web, and the more she struggled, the tighter she would be entangled. If you don't do anything, you can't get out of or reverse the situation, but if you do do something, it will make the situation worse.

It's almost like a "doomsday" feature. In the now approaching signs of the end of the world, all the occult experts have experienced such a desperate development.

Today, such developments are condensed in this hall.

The ring resurfaced from the twisted wall, almost above the top of Hiromi's head. Its base had obviously touched the spatial rift, but it was still assembled into a fixed shape in the form of "fragments". There are also several rings that rotate on the pedestal that are no longer the original arcs, and it seems that they are no longer a "circle" at all.

Xiaomei couldn't guess what the current situation was going to turn out to be.

The passage of time had become very unnatural and unclear, and the timer on Xiaomei's body had completely failed. She relied on her own physiology to keep time, but even her physiology seemed to fluctuate with the distortion of her surroundings, and even then, she still didn't feel the special sensation that this change in physiology would bring.

There is no change in the senses, but the changes are clearly visible when observed. Which one is an illusion? Xiaomei couldn't tell the difference anymore.

All the movements around us, all the forms of existence, the conditions that will happen, are falling into a state of confusion, confusion, indescribability, and incomprehension.

The worst-case scenario that Xiaomei expected of her fate did not materialize. The space she found herself in was powered by a magic staff, perhaps because it had been cut off from the hall space, so that the small space that could only accommodate herself did not distort with the state of things outside. Compared with the situation outside, which can no longer be described in words, this small divided space is like a shelter for "common sense".

It's just that at the same time, this slightly normal space, which is suspended alone in the distorted space, is also like a prison, making her unable to advance or retreat, unable to escape. Because, at the edge of this cage, there are cracks in space that seem to be weaved.

Xiaomei, who was holding the magic staff tightly, adjusted her posture slightly, she wanted to try more movements and find a chance to escape. Although theoretically, since the magic staff has already affected the space before, it should be possible to continue to influence and create some phenomena. However, Xiaomei is not sure whether if she continues to affect the space, she will be able to resolve the crisis, or will she completely disintegrate the small space she is in—once it is the latter, her own life will definitely not be guaranteed.

Just when she hesitated, Xiaomei felt a slight abnormality. This is an anomaly that has never been produced in the entire hall when it is distorted. The familiar "sense of movement" that is common on weekdays has appeared. The relative displacement caused by the slow distortion process is not a more definite state of motion, as if it is "rising".

However, in this distorted spatial structure, it is impossible to determine which direction the true meaning of "up" refers to.

The small cage-like space "rose upwards", faster and faster, and within three seconds, Xiaomei's vision changed to a different scene.