The scene behind the red door is like a landscape that has traveled through time and space, people and machinery are intertwined, there are people who are ready to deal with sudden danger, there are people who are overwhelmed by sudden danger, there are people who want to react, and there are people who are buried in their own work. Not everyone was surprised by my intrusion, but everyone I saw had anxiety and fear in their eyes, not without fluctuation even in the gaze of the calmest, masked watcher. I'm not the one who makes their hearts shake, but the Four Heavenly Courtyards are the coconuts, even if they just use the huge screen to show the scene of the huge and twisted monsters in the universe raging, even if they just look with their eyes or listen with their ears, they can feel an inexplicable fear, accompanied by the unfathomable mystery, with the destruction of the absolute power.

The mystery of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, the indescribable strangeness caused by the leakage of the endoplasm caused by its own distortion, has gradually radiated farther with time - I fully felt it when I saw the scene of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut projected on the screen here, and the ship was also exposed to this radiation. These people were captured, eroded, and perhaps even had an unknown strange phenomenon somewhere on the ship.

I don't have any proof, I just feel it. And this feeling is often real and real, like an early warning of an instinctual crisis, and of course, it can also feel like an illusion and an illusion before the actual phenomenon is visually detected. But as soon as this feeling began to arise, I couldn't help but be sure that the ship was on the verge of destruction.

Be fast. Save as many people as you can before the ship is completely destroyed. This time, my luck was better, the last ship was over when I first entered. I don't even have enough time to judge the current situation. In the midst of the rapid sweep, I once again moved my gaze to the surrounding screens, and the graphical information depicted the movements of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, and her movement seemed to pass by the ship, but even if there was no frontal impact, the mystery generated by its movement. There is still a great erosion and destruction of anything that comes close to her—the closer she gets, the more direct and rapid this erosion and destruction becomes.

In the nearest relative position calculated by the processing center, the fate of this ship will definitely not be much better than the last one I am on.

How long does it take to carry out a quick sweep in this seemingly large room, complete the collection and processing of all visible information in the process of the quick sweep, and then put it into action? The answer is simple, not a tenth of a second. For the average person, a tenth of a second is an extremely high level of reaction speed. It takes longer to go from an instinctive reaction to the action of completing a reaction, but it is not so difficult for a mysterious expert to complete a targeted reflex action in a tenth of a second. So, I'm going to be faster.

It's as fast as any wizard surrounded by mystery on this ship can't reach. Invisible high-speed corridors wrap around everyone, from the zenith to the ground. From the walls to the equipment, I was in front of their eyes reflecting me. It was already behind them. The ropes created by the fourth-level demonic pattern bound their bodies, and the blades created by the fourth-level demonic pattern severed their necks, pierced their hearts, and severed their limbs.

The preliminarily judged enemy may not be able to say that there is no misunderstanding at all, but at this moment. I still chose what seemed to me to be the most brutal act, and in less than a tenth of a second, all those who had been preliminarily judged to be enemies, whether or not there was a miscalculation, were torn apart. In terms of the physiology of ordinary people, there is no possibility of survival at all. I entered through the Red Door Passage, circled the room several times, and returned to the passage entrance.

As I stood still, more than a dozen heads flew up in front of me, their bodies cracked, their internal organs collapsed, and blood sprayed like a column of high-pressure water, dousing the people around me all over their faces. I watched the survivors' expressions and actions closely, their expressions still stuck in the last moment, not so much stunned as they had not yet figured out what was going on. Then, an even stronger fear spread through the air with the smell of blood, but it fell into a deathly silence, with only the machinery still operating, letting out a low whine. The personnel working in the glass-transparent spherical inner chamber, one after another, stopped the work at hand, their mouths wide open, their eyes glaring out like brass bells, and they stared in disbelief at the bloody scene outside.

I wasn't at peace at all, but my first reaction was that the chances of a doomsday truth pride wizard among the survivors had been reduced to less than half percent.

These ordinary people were in the same killing scene as me, but what we looked at, what we felt, and what we thought was completely different. Out of the corner of my eye, the dark shadow squirmed strangely, and there was an uncomfortable feeling, with that familiar and mysterious smell, quietly rising from the outdoor ship space, and seeping in along the open passageway. This kind of ominousness seems to be in my mind, turning into black gas, first a trace of inflow, then into a strand, or it won't be long before it will become a piece.

Before everyone came to their senses, the alarm had been sounded, and the red pop-up window popped up in the form of a projection, and the blinding red did not leave any gaps in the huge room. The red light flickered across everyone's faces, creating an ominous light that could be felt directly between their brows.

"Activate the escape device. Right away! I shouted.

No one could immediately react to this succession of events, and their thoughts seemed to pause until I smashed a barrel of self-propelled device with the hilt of my knife, making a loud noise.

"Who are you?" Finally someone asked. Although this question seems out of place in my opinion, it is not incomprehensible, and most importantly, someone has finally entered the state.

"Activating the escape device, issuing an escape announcement, how much preparation have you made for the possibility of the ship being destroyed? Take it all out. Again, I emphasize, of course, and it is clear that this kind of answer is not going to satisfy everyone here. If these people are ordinary people, then they are the ones who can act decisively under the current extreme conditions. Definitely not more than a tenth. No, I looked around at them, observed them, and felt that there were even fewer of them. If there is enough time, I would also like to explain it in a way that is more in line with common sense. It's just that I don't know exactly how much time I have left, and I can only think about the situation as bad as I can.

"You-" I interrupted the second voice.

"There's no time." Again, I emphasize, to make a louder voice again, to keep everyone's eyes on me. My gaze made contact with theirs, completing a group consciousness walk. Conscious walking is not hypnosis, but it can also achieve the effect of hypnosis. It is not easier to penetrate into the minds of ordinary people than it is to invade the consciousness of a mystical expert, but it is not very difficult to carry out a riot from the surface consciousness and forcibly reverse their attention and thinking direction in a short period of time.

The survivors' eyes were glazed, but their bodies were moving as I commanded. My conscious walk is very rough, and it may leave some after-effects on the hearts of these people. I do not expect to be forgiven afterwards, and I am to be questioned by everyone who advocates freedom of will. It's just that one thing I know very well is that I know what I'm doing, so I do this kind of thing. I make judgments, I make choices, I exercise power. I carry the result, and this consciousness has never been lost, both in the past and in the present.

In front of me, people worked together with a sluggish expression. They turned off the alarm and turned on the ship's communications. The escape mechanism was operated according to the rules, and everything was as orderly as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times. Obviously, they did have a strategy, and the only thing that would make them inevitably destroy with their ships was the time to execute their strategy - if the attack of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts made them lose their chance, then escape would be a luxury, just like the ship I was on before.

There must be more passengers on board, but I don't have to deal with them one by one now. This is indeed the central chain of command that issues the ship's supreme orders, and the orders issued from here are strictly enforced by others in the ship. Perhaps among those people, there are also people of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult, but as long as they do not occupy the vast majority, and they cannot make up their minds to destroy everything in the sudden order, they will not be able to prevent this simultaneous and synchronized escape strategy. In my chain decision, all the actions that all the members of this command center are doing, are giving me an overview of their escape strategy.

For some reason, the escape of this space fleet was not carried out in batches, nor was it simply the act of the interior of a single ship. The instructions sent from here are networked to all ships that have not yet been destroyed, and this function is also possessed by every other ship. This means that as long as one ship gives an escape order, then this command will theoretically be received and executed synchronously by the entire fleet, and in the process, it does not seem to be controlled by the central systems of other ships.

There may be people who choose to interrupt the order and cut off the operation by cleaning up the interior, but as long as the people who do so do not account for the majority and do not have absolute control over the ship's escape system, it will not be possible to stop everyone's escape in the first place.

Personally, I don't understand why this fleet would use such an escape strategy, and as a "Noah's Ark" guided by the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion, people with various ideas have completed the arrangement of this escape strategy based on what kind of considerations and compromises. But, as it stands, it's much better than what I had envisioned.

The flow of information rolls through the screen, an intuitive graphical system monitors the results of each step, one inquiry call after another is interrupted, and one escape signal after another is fed back. As soon as these flat boxes enter the universe, they spread out in all directions and spray in the direction of the earth, and after advancing a certain distance, the surface will open up the umbrella, and from a distance, it will be like a dandelion flying against the sun and the wind.

I suddenly realized that the escape direction they had decided for themselves was also Earth.

When I became aware of this, I suddenly felt that perhaps this choice of escape strategy and escape direction was a symbol that "not everyone has been bewitched by the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion." Or, the ideas of the Doomsday Shinrikyo that were spontaneously born in this repeater world are not as extreme as the Doomsday Shinrikyo of the Doomsday Illusion. Perhaps the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the Doomsday Fantasy has the same close relationship with the Doomsday Shinrikyo in this repeater world as imagined, but just as the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the Doomsday Fantasy has also split into different factions and ideas in detail, there are also people like Dr. Nguyen Li in this Doomsday Shinrikyo in the Repeater World who have clearer goals and rationality.

Although it is also the Doomsday Shinrikyo and is also guided by the Doomsday Shinrikyo, the human beings in this repeater world themselves are not spontaneously self-destructive, but the doomsday fate induced in advance by external factors. If all self-destruction stems from a "virus" infection, then the "lesions" of the personality consciousness of the people in this repeater world are only a slight degree compared to the people of the apocalyptic fantasy world. Even though, from the perspective of the reality of the hospital, whether it is the people in this repeater world or the people in the Doomsday Fantasy Realm, they are actually personalities that have split off and wandered in the LCL.

After the escape order was issued, the people of the central chain of command of which I belonged also began their own escape journey. My consciousness walked, causing them to ignore the blood all over the ground and make escape their first priority. After everyone left, I continued to use the surveillance device to observe the movements of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts.

The coconut was still moving at high speed, but at the same time, she could only be located in a certain coordinate. Ships close to where she is, even if they are not directly destroyed and have a chance to escape, will begin to undergo serious mutations under the radiation of her mysterious power. Detached from the ship's flat box, near the movement of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, there was a severe distortion that was transformed into half-flesh and half-metal foreign bodies—foreign objects that were alive, like predators in a school of fish, roaming through the universe with signs of pounceing on other survivors.

But soon, the flat-box escape devices were also like schools of fish, and they were linked on a large scale, like every danger signal, feeding back to all the other surviving escape devices, so that they could deviate as much as possible from the routes that would cause damage. (To be continued.) )