I stood on the shoulders of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, and the ten thousand beams of light that rose from all directions flew like meteors, falling one after another on the body like a huge mountain. The Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts curled up and rotated like a planet, and smashed into the ship in front of them along a clearly visible trajectory. The beam of light made the cracks on her body even more serious, and under the torn wound, there was an indescribable mystery, an immaterial anomaly, just like an illusion, an illusion, and if you look at it, you will lose yourself, and these abnormal endoplasms are diffusing their own mysteries from the torn epidermis, which makes me feel that the humanoid skin on the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts is not to maintain its image, but only to seal this abnormal endoplasm.

I felt that it was hard to breathe, and it was not the dense rain of the space fleet that brought me great pressure, but the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut itself. I had an extremely strong feeling that what seemed like a fierce counterattack from the Space Fleet was more like a hysterical death throes. They are also afraid of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts themselves, and even if they are not afraid of death, they do not want to be the prey of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts - this Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts are not normal, I am very sure that she has been lost in the process of chasing "Jiang", she behaves like those patients with doomsday syndrome who have a seizure of illness, no, maybe more serious, because what constitutes her at this time is the existence of more than six billion people in this repeater world, from the perspective of the reality of the hospital, Perhaps it is the more than 6 billion personalities that have split into the doomsday syndrome and fallen into madness due to the onset of the disease.

I think that the problems faced by the four-day hospital are far greater than the problems faced by ordinary patients with doomsday syndrome who re-inhibit themselves after the onset of the disease. Whether she will be able to return to her normal state, I am not absolutely sure. On the contrary, I am sure. The damage that this abnormal Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconut could cause at the moment must be even more bizarre than when she was in her normal state.

I couldn't understand why she was spinning, why she was curled up, why she was able to capture the space fleet in an inevitable trajectory, and why she changed her mind. Launch an active attack. Her distortion is already reflected in her image and movements. And it was already obvious that the spacefleet's concentrated fire attack would not be able to stop this crazy monster. Their attack seemed to aggravate the injuries of the Four Heavenly Courtyards, but it further revealed her inner essence - it was bad, it was bad, it was terrible things to happen - and I think not only me, but even the Space Fleet had felt it. It's because I feel it, so I'm in the momentum of the attack. It seems so hysterical.

Even so, the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts still smashed into the container-shaped spaceship, tearing a big hole in the fleet formation in one go. It was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the huge impact plowed a scorched earth ravine in the grassland. The ships exploded one after another, and silent fireworks bloomed in the universe, and the hard fragments and broken flesh would drift through the universe at a tremendous speed if they were not burned out, and I stood on the body of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut. With the naked eye, you can see these miscellaneous things tumbling in an empty background that is all over the place.

The cracking of the body of the four-day courtyard ga coconut is getting worse and worse, but. As if the force that had twisted her head, torso, and limbs continued to exert force, I seemed to hear the body creaking as if it were going to break at any moment. I was helpless about the problem of the Four Heavenly Temples and Coconut, and I felt the existence of "E" from such a phenomenon, but I was unable to capture the entity of its existence. Even the pain of physical destruction cannot awaken it from its loss. I can only determine the state of Shitenin Gacoko through my feelings and imagination: she fell into that dark abyss too deep to extricate herself from on her journey in search of the "river".

I've used the power of consciousness walking on the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, but it's just as I expected. Her world of consciousness is simply chaotic, abnormal and dangerous, she can't tell what the form of existence is, and there is no way to find and solve the law of foreign objects everywhere, it is like a strange and rampant labyrinth, and there is no way to distinguish where she is and the sense of direction when traveling. That's not an environment that a half-consciousness walker like me can handle.

Just staying in that kind of conscious world for a second makes people feel that they have no hope of survival, and the breath of madness is like a hurricane with a speed of ten meters per second, blowing irregularly from all directions, if there is no shelter, it will inevitably be harmed, and even if there is shelter, there is no shelter that can last more than ten seconds. All objects that can be touched are like being cut by an invisible blade at all times, gradually becoming thin, loose and finally collapsing, of course, these things have been destroyed countless times, and will be generated countless times, but this kind of reciprocating and unstoppable destruction will only make people feel hopeless.

In such a world of consciousness, it is very difficult for me to even walk, so how can I find the consciousness of the Four Heavenly Temples? And such a grim environment of consciousness also made me make up my mind.

As I passed by one of the ships, I jumped out of her body, clinging to the surface of the hull with the force of the swift sweep, and galloped in the opposite direction to the Shitenin coconut. Even if it was just passing by, there was a certain impact, wrapped in a mystery that was difficult to determine the effect, wreaking havoc inside the ship. Every second there is an explosion, and at the same time as the explosion, all kinds of corrosive phenomena are also occurring, the metal turns into flesh and blood, and the appearance becomes distorted, just like a crazy artist, using an invisible awl, carving a masterpiece that is already a finished product, intending to bring its form closer to his own intolerable aesthetics.

I burrowed through a crack in the hull of the ship, crafted weapons with fourth-level magic patterns, and tore apart the strange things that had become aggressive under the viciousness and twisted will and power - they might have been just mindless objects, they might have been a person, sometimes they could have been a table and chair from the outside, and sometimes they could even be concluded to be a masked Doomsday Shinrikyo wizard me, but the form in which they appeared was now meaningless, because they had all become completely different from the original, It's not the outward appearance, but the smell that comes from the essence. It made me feel that it was something else - and then, one after another, the explosions tore these strange malevolent pieces to shreds.

I was enduring mysterious erosions, the impact of explosions, and the malice that was everywhere. Rushing from one place to another, trying to find ordinary people who might survive in this environment--I think, if there really are ordinary people, I can probably verify whether these ships are Noah's Ark or not-However, as far as the eye can see, there are shocking mutations and deaths, and even ordinary humans are completely unrecognizable from their appearances at this time. I weaved through the hull at breakneck speed, but I felt that I had no room for salvation.

Mutate from the ship. It didn't take more than thirty seconds to finally declare death and self-destruct, but the speed of mutation was faster than the speed of my invasion, and even in the state of rapid sweeping, all the things that could be observed were all mutated and full of malicious things. When the entire hull bursts. I've come out of the hull and into the universe. The only good news is that the invisible high-speed channel formed by the speed sweep can also repel any negative effects on the body in the cosmic environment. I didn't feel like I couldn't breathe, I didn't feel the stress inside and outside my body, I didn't feel cold, I didn't feel gravity and I didn't have a place to tread. There is no way forward. In the invisible high-speed aisle, that constant thrust keeps me going.

It's just that I'm not sure what will happen once I get out of the state of rapid skimming - maybe the pressure of the human body not being able to survive in the cosmic environment will come to me at that moment.

It is precisely because it is always maintained in a speed-swept state. So, in this silent cosmic background, whether it was the explosion of the ship, or the abnormal movement of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, or the shooting of the Space Fleet Beam Cannon, they all appeared in my field of vision in an extremely slow manner. The invisible high-speed passage penetrates all the materials that can be used in front of me, and in this passage, at a speed that all the current attacks cannot capture, I break into the other ships that have not yet been broken by the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts.

Some of the observable turrets and personnel movements are enough to prove that the interior of the ship also noticed my actions at the same time. However, the goal of this space fleet is still the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts. These ships are like coffins, there are no observation windows, and the environment inside is very comfortable, and the air, temperature, and even gravity are kept at the right level, so that people don't feel difficult to move at all. Although it is a closed environment, because of the visual openness of the internal space, it will not make people feel depressed at the first time. At such times, you can't see the people walking in the passage of the ship, but you can hear the sound of people moving around and feel the breath of civilization alive.

I didn't hide my figure, and I thought that if someone noticed my whereabouts, they would have sent someone to deal with me. But even as I pushed in the direction of the bow of the ship at a normal speed, no figure came out to stop me. The structure of the interior of the ship is a bit strange, and I can't find a room for people to live and rest, or even a room in the normal sense of the word-compared to those ships that have been mysteriously eroded by the coconuts released by the Four Heavenly Courtyards, and have become twisted and strange from the inside out, every nook and cranny here is enough to make people feel the breath of normal life, but there are no specific people and things.

Occasionally a human figure can be seen inside the mutated ship, and even slightly distinguishable "this guy is a doomsday truth wizard" or "maybe an ordinary person". But in this unmutated ship, what constitutes it is one internal chamber after another, and one passage after another, these inner chambers and passages, like nerve nodes and blood networks, seem to be transporting something, I can feel this "feeling of what is being transported", but it is only a feeling, and I can't see the staff and the goods transported at all. It's like, they and I are in the same object, but in a parallel space.

At this time, it is more difficult to judge the capture of the real thing than the naked eye, and in the observation of the chain judgment, there is nothing here, and at least the naked eye will produce some kind of illusion, which makes me feel as if I am in a corner where I can't really see it, as if something is dangling. I swept away all the way, and then stopped halfway, and I looked around, and the presence of others seemed to be absent, which made me feel a deeper sense of loneliness. The deeper this loneliness is, the more I can feel the breath and sound of other people's activities. They are moving, they are agitated, they are afraid, they are busy and distracted—most of the time, but they are also in it, occasionally mixed with the smell of calm and joy that is out of place, like in a chaotic crowd, there is some person with abnormal thoughts watching everything coldly.

Almost immediately, I made a distinction between the chaotic majority and the unusual minority, as "ordinary survivors" and "masterminded doomsday Shinrikyo" - and I knew full well that this was entirely my own feelings, not something I had actually confirmed, so that such a distinction might be very different from the truth. However, I followed my own feelings, followed the vein of my feelings, and went to what I felt was the "core area".

These passages are like labyrinths, and if you can't feel the "crowds" that seem to exist and can't be confirmed, you can't tell which direction is right. I'm not sure if I'll find anything if I get to the "core area" that I discern from my feelings. Until then, I wasn't sure if the ship would have been breached by the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts - in this confined environment, I couldn't sense the activity of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut in the universe at all.

The voice was getting clearer and clearer, as if to prove that my feelings were correct.

As if it were an illusion, the existence that disappeared from the corner of the eye gradually became more frequent.

I almost felt like they were about to emerge from that parallel dimension that could not be seen or touched, but yet they always seemed to be stuck at a tipping point.

Then I saw a small red door appear on the side of the passage that stretched forward, as if there was no end. The color and style of the red door make it the only particularly striking presence on this ship, as if it was deliberately made to look like this, just to distinguish it from the rest of the ship's hull. It's like the only color in a black-and-white movie, full of strong suggestive meanings. It's like a reminder of something, like the only result that can be seen after a long search.

It had a special attraction that urged me to open it. (To be continued.) )