Whether it is Father Edward's demonic disguise, or Novsky's light man form, or the mysteries of the other three mysterious experts who have not shown unique phenomena, they are like chickens and dogs in the sudden acceleration of the alienation right river, and they are vulnerable. The strength of the alienated right river is not only the abnormally erosive red, the mystery that swallows the moon god, and the many eye-catching strange phenomena around her, but also the manifestation of "itself is mysterious". Even if there are no obvious signs, her mystery has not diminished in the slightest, even if it is just a gesture, few people can resist it, and on a certain level, her mystery gives me the feeling that it is closer to Tomie.

She doesn't need a weapon, she's the strongest weapon in her own right. There is no need for more phenomena, she is an anomalous phenomenon in her own right. Even the crazy left eye and the strange red scarf could not hide her advantages as the ultimate weapon, and even if she could rely on guesswork and reasoning to find her weaknesses, it was not certain that a blow against these weaknesses would succeed in the face of her strengths.

She is so powerful, intuitively powerful, as if there is an invisible stage light, no matter how ordinary its appearance, it always shines on her. What's more, her appearance has never been ordinary. I feel like she is like an actor, a leading actor, and she is also thinking of herself as the only leading actor on this battlefield, just because the protagonist alone can't make a drama, so she is waiting for us supporting characters to do our best, burn everything, and wait until we will bloom all our own light to set off her.

Yes, she waited, tightly controlling her pace, seducing us to unravel the hole cards one by one, so that the audience seemed to be in the dark. To appreciate the excitement and frustration again and again - as if to say to these dark audiences, the ending of this story has been shown so clearly, precisely because the supporting characters deduce the ups and downs of the plot again and again, and each time the ups and downs, step by step, will be closer to the well-known, clear. A predestined ending.

For the protagonist, for all the viewers who regard the protagonist as the protagonist, this must be an old-fashioned ending, but the process is still a wonderful drama, and it is also noticed by those eyes who are not known in the dark, but, for those who don't think of themselves as supporting characters, or. Although he thinks he is a supporting role, he is still unwilling to accept his fate, what a painful drama this is.

I galloped with two knives in my hand, and the moment I entered the state of rapid sweeping, the alienated right river also synchronized the speed, we were so fast, we were close to each other, in the eyes of others- no. Maybe someone else wouldn't be able to gather information about the movement between us if they were to rely only on the naked eye. In such a high-speed state, my mind still has enough time to diverge, and the high speed for others is just a normal run for myself, and I and the alienated Youjiang are close to each other's speed, from the feeling point of view. I'm afraid it's just a "100-meter run for ordinary people".

My thoughts swelled and fell, and without the interference of the consciousness of alienating Youjiang, the rhythm of the ebb and flow of the tide was so familiar, full of immediacy, but it was impossible to describe the specific outline of the tide. I can't tell what I have in mind, among all these thoughts, there is always one that is exceptionally clear, and there is always only one that is exceptionally clear. I feel like a natural wind is blowing through my body, and I may think that the wind is coming towards me, but in fact, it is also gently blowing behind my back.

I was surrounded by this thought, this emotion, this sensibility, this indescribable sense of immediacy, engulfed, enveloped, clanging, echoing in my mind with a rhythm, no clear note, just made me feel as if it was a melody.

Then, the double knives accompany the body to rotate, turn back, strike, hook, cut...... I listened to the auditory hallucinations, felt the sensual hallucinations, and made every bone and nerve in my body dance. I felt like I was dancing, accompanied by the wind, the smells, the atmosphere, the sounds, and the thoughts that ebb and flowed in my heart.

I and the alienated right river staggered, and there were countless collisions in a second, some of which were like stones sinking into the sea, some of which lifted each other, some of which were up and down, some of which rushed left and right, sometimes splashing a large number of sparks, making a piercing sound of cutting or tearing, and sometimes silent, but there were bursts of tingling, severe pain, and dull pain, as if the body was pierced, hit by a giant hammer, cut by a sharp blade, broken bones, and burned nerves. Sometimes, as if nothing happened, we missed each other, but then it was an incomprehensible phenomenon that squeezed into my eyes, and even closing my eyes could not prevent those indescribable images from appearing in my mind.

Heaven and earth seemed to have been turned upside down several times, and once completely disappeared, I seemed to fall into the abyss of darkness, and then crawled out again, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was still the face full of malice of the alienated Youjiang. I felt so hard for myself, and she was like a naughty boy playing with ants and frogs.

The blood I spat out was licked by her, I was disemboweled, her entrails playing in the palm of her hand, she never chose to back away when I approached, and when I tried to evacuate, she was tightly entangled. Her every move, every slightest change in emotion, could not be felt by me, and she also had moments of danger.

Yes, there is no danger, there is no rush, there is no hesitation. It's like a naughty boy who happily picks up a basin of water and pours it all into the ant's nest, and then, when the ants crawl out, they laugh and grinning and trample down the floating, broken hands and feet, and desperately struggling little things, one after another, full of playful emotions and rhythms. She doesn't think about the pain of the ants, and sometimes she doesn't mean to trample them, she just stomps her feet.

I can kill one-third of the Doomsday Shinrikyo wizards in a second, and in front of the alienated Youjiang, thousands of attacks in this second can't give me the slightest feeling of "having a chance of winning". I can't do it with my words, and I've been mentally prepared for this from the beginning, I need more people, no, I should say, I have to rely on more people, rely on their plans, their conspiracies, even if they have brought pain to me and to others. It's not what I agree with, and it's not what I expect.

I resented them, induced them, interspersed their plans with my own, like turning myself into an anomalous cell in the camp that was awake but didn't pay much attention - I always knew it. What you do may be benign for others for the time being, but it must be malignant in the end.

My heart is full of entanglement, my behavior is full of hesitation, I think I am hypocritical, but I will not give up this hypocrisy, I don't want to do whatever it takes to achieve my goal, but. Every step I take is just at that tipping point of "unscrupulous means".

My thoughts, which keep my emotions in a state of negative self-loathing, at a very short level of self-awareness, make me despair, and make me feel that what I yearn for is actually a peaceful death. However, I can't die yet, I'm still doing my best. So that I don't just die.

What is the hope I want to grasp? After the inflated thoughts. I felt like I was forgetting something. But even so, I was still sweeping quickly, wielding my twin knives, and once I staggered with the alienated Youjiang, and while feeling the pain, the wounds on my body cracked again and again.

Two seconds. I was covered in bruises, and the blood from my forehead slid down my eyes, and everything in front of me seemed to be covered with a veil of red veil.

“…… It's so hard to be a hero. "I carried my twin knives and muttered to myself. I don't know what I'm thinking at this time. I just know that countless thoughts of unknown shape are still breeding, countless emotions are still intertwined, countless thoughts are twisted into twists, and I can no longer tell where the head is, where the tail is, or what kind of color it was originally. It was only at this time that I raised my head and saw the mysterious expert rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, standing dumbfounded, with a distorted face, that one of the consciousnesses suddenly became clear in the tumbling cloudy mind-it turned out that the interference of the alienated Youjiang in consciousness had begun.

However, not all of them are completely incapacitated by this feared interference of consciousness. At least, the monsters are still operating in their own way. The four-armed demon that took my place in front of the Alienated Right Jiang seemed to be the Black Nest, and it was hit by the Alienated Right Jiang's punch, and its body froze for a moment, and a large number of red threads grew from the place where it was hit, and these red threads were entwined and growing, spreading along the surface of its skin that seemed to be trembling with pain. But in the next second, another monster with four faces grabbed the four-armed demon - each of the four faces showed different emotions, or sadness, or calm, or tyranny, or pain, its lower body was a huge sac, but compared to its physique, the four-armed demon in front of it was like a hand grasping steamed buns.

It's a gray mist demon, but it's also a disguise of Father Edward, and that's what I thought at the first sight of it. As soon as the demons on all sides stretched out their hands, a large amount of gray mist was stirred, turning into faces with four different emotions, the total number of which could not be identified, and they all rushed towards the Alienated Right River. Every breath it took would stir up a large amount of thunder, which pierced through the wind and sand, jumped in the unpleasant air, and also wound towards the alienated right river. Its cry was like a human voice making a "hum" and "ha", and every time it made this sound, the earth would tremble, and the black water and flesh would splash together, and it would also splash towards the alienated right river.

This flesh comes from the hyper-congregation of Saya. Saya didn't join the battlefield at the first time, her huge body, as if it had a weight that bones couldn't support, collapsed, and then the wasteland full of inorganic sand and gravel centered on her, breeding a lot of flesh and blood. The sand turned into cells, the stones into organs, the wind gushing out of organs, and the black water like some kind of vomited bodily fluid, pus flowing from tattered flesh. In just a few seconds, the area of flesh erosion expanded to several hundred meters. The place where I landed was soft, and the flesh and blood climbed up the surface of my feet, and my skin was numb, as if the pieces of flesh were expanding and twisting under the skin, and they were about to merge with the flesh and blood under my feet.

With each breath, Sayana's original female form collapsed, swollen, and twisted into a super-massive wriggling mass of flesh that intuitively resembled a monster, or rather, "I don't know what it was." I even felt that the tiniest particles in the air were being eroded, turning into alienated flesh and blood, entering my lungs with my breath, taking root, and alienating my internal organs.

There is a sense of confusion, the rhythm that reverberates in the mind is becoming weird, dizzy and disgusting, the taste that penetrates into the nostrils is getting more and more cloudy, there is a slimy feeling between the teeth, drilled straight into the throat, and when the wind blows through the skin, it is no longer pure despair and madness, it is a feeling dyed with other colors, just like falling into the abyss of darkness, only to find that the darkness that envelops you is not darkness, but some other kind of dirty black juice.

I began to walk consciously, and in an instant I came to my senses again, just in time to see a large mouth emerge from the disguised belly of the four-sided demon, and it grabbed the four-armed demon and stuffed it straight into this large mouth. The alienated Ujiang is slicing in and out of a massive chunk of flesh called Saya that has completely lost its human form, leaving it in the blink of an eye, and more mysterious experts are trying to break free from Sayana's irrational, bottomless, and disregard for friend and foe

In the sky, in the magic circle connected by the gray mist spells of the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult, a thick and tall gate full of alien texture and sacredness emerged. And when I looked at this door, I didn't feel the slightest kindness, it released a voice that echoed in my head, as if calling for something, but this call was not beautiful and made people shudder. I suddenly felt that this door had a familiar feeling, and a name stood out from the crowd of thoughts—the Gate of Heaven.

The "Gate of Heaven" of the Gate of Heaven Project. Let the night of Valpurgis become the most visual and central embodiment of the many transformation links of the repeater.

This is the "Heavenly Gate" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. It is the embodiment of the power of the repeater of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. It is a gate made with the power of the repeater as the core, and is exclusive to the "holy land" of Shinrikyo of the Doomsday Religion.

When I look at this "gate", a lot of conceptual information describing this "gate of heaven" flows into my mind.

In this repeater world, the Doomsday Shinrikyo has opened the door to its own repeater world. I realized that they were the most direct connection between repeaters. (To be continued.) )