The alienated right river disappeared from my vision, just as she walked into my dream and walked out of reality from my dream. The wasteland in front of me was as it really was on the peninsula, but I was sure that I had not woken up, but had fallen into another nightmare by the intervention of the moon god's consciousness. The power of the moon god's consciousness makes people unable to be in a trance, that is its mysterious nature, and it is not its power that makes me fall into this nightmare, or rather, the moon god's consciousness interference is only a bridge, and there is another state of consciousness that interferes with this bridge.

The interferer should be the alienated right river.

Alienated Youjiang doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in me now, and since entering this repeater world, I have never dealt with her in depth. All the impressions about her come from another Takakawa, before the Doomsday Shinrikyo used the Repeater to interfere with the worldline of the Doomsday Illusion. It's just that the alienated Youjiang at that time and the alienated Youjiang today are not at the same level at all. The changes in the world line of the Doomsday Fantasy have caused many specious changes, and people's experiences are different, which in turn has produced different results--today's alienated Youjiang is undoubtedly the beneficiary of this change.

I don't think the alienated Youjiang will let me go, it's just that she has more important things for the time being.

I pondered and guessed the information I had received and the details of my observations, and I went through and explained all the doubts after entering this repeater world. Maybe this explanation is incorrect, but for me, it's enough to describe the changes in the world of repeaters as a result of the Las Vegas Repeater Raiders program.

Nowadays, in my mind, what the enemy is going to do, what the competitor is going to do. What they did, what went wrong, etc., became clear and organized, and as a result, my plan became clearer. It is true that they definitely think that they are on the path to success, but in my case. How could it not be?

From the point of view of my thinking, the previously powerful Area 51 is in a quagmire, and the Nazis, who have been silent, are about to launch a full-swing offensive, and will inevitably gain the upper hand for a while, forcing the already shattered occult organizations to form a coalition again. If the Nazis win, the death of our people is a sure thing, and to stop the Nazis from winning means to stop the alienated Youjiang from devouring the moon god and the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, and the most direct way to stop her. Of course, it is to defeat her - but how many people have thought about how strong the alienated Youjiang really is?

I think that the particularity of the alienated Youjiang involves at least three concepts at the same time: "virus", "river" and "ultimate weapon", even if it is just the identity of the "final weapon", not everyone can deal with it. To tell the truth, by now, I have already recognized that the "Gao Chuan" of the third-level Demon Pattern Messenger will definitely not be able to defeat the "Final Weapon". As for whether the fourth-level Demon Pattern Emissary can defeat the Alienated Youjiang with the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gacozi, the Child of Destiny, the Repeater Marceau, and Father Edward. Actually, I don't have absolute confidence either. In particular, we may be able to stop the alienated Youjiang from devouring the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut, but we can't stop her from devouring the Moon God, the Nazis have been planning for a long time, and devouring the Moon God is simply a matter of course, even if it is justified by "nothing is absolute". I couldn't convince myself that the Nazis had found nothing after the appearance of the alienated Youjiang.

Then, assuming that "the alienated right river that devoured the moon god" is the bottom line of the Nazi side's combat effectiveness, then based on this bottom line. When I think about how I can push forward my plan, the answer is obvious - only at this level, I can't move forward with the plan, because the difference in strength is too big. So, how can you improve your strength in a short period of time? Or weaken your opponent?

I'd thought about it before, especially before I entered the peninsula, and I had already made it firm during my last meeting with Carmen, the agent of Doom, on my journey.

My mind was calm, and I just watched the disappearance of the alienated right river and the flight of the crows.

The crow is the electronic demon "Night Raven Quark" and the doomsday agent "Carmen", but no matter which identity it is, it is still a part of "Takakawa" when observed from the perspective of "hospital reality". They used to be independent, and they merged with each other in an independent attitude, as if in doing so, it was alone, and it was no longer "Takakawa". Yet, at the end of the day, it still stood in front of me, or rather, in a sense of cause and effect, my reunion with it was predestined.

There is only one "Takakawa".

However, in this apocalyptic fantasy, there is more than one "Takakawa".

I thought that after my own recovery, "Takakawa" would become two, but when I saw the monster formed by the fusion of Night Raven Quark and Carmen, I already realized that "Takakawa" was not just me and the other Takakawa. The monster in front of you, although not humanoid, is undoubtedly an indispensable part of "Takakawa".

The crow is changing, flying in the air, like a kneading plasticine, and countless black feathers have fallen from the sky instead of ashes. The feet appeared, the arms appeared, the body appeared, and then the head, and the whole body was dressed as if it were wearing black armor, just like the yokai "tengu" described in the occult, except that it was not wearing a mask, but a full-coverage helmet like me. It's as if it's a replica of my dress at this time, a knight with a crow's head, except that I'm gray and it's black.

The black wings spread out, like a thick and soft cloak, gently swaying in the wind.

Under the Blood Moon, its shadow is opposite to mine, like a mirror in between.

It stood there, giving me the illusion that I wasn't standing here, but standing there, looking at myself standing here.

I couldn't see its eyes, but its mask was so smooth that it reflected my posture, and in that mirrored me, it was as if it were standing there.

It's so similar that when I see it, it's like seeing myself. It's not just an outward resemblance, it's an inner resonance.

I couldn't help but think of Quark, who had always been by my side in the past apocalyptic illusions and hospital realities, and Carmen, who made me a messenger of the magic pattern.

I took a deep breath. It was just a gut feeling that I threw the KY3001 aside in the form of a suitcase, and I felt that if I used this weapon, it would use the same weapon in front of me, and it would be an endless fight. There was a sensuality that flowed through my heart, as described in many stories full of romance describing battles. Only the confrontation of fists and fists, blades and blades, can bring us closer to each other.

So, I held the long knife flat in front of my chest.

The black feathers that fell from the sky were swept up by the wind and gathered on its chest, forming the same long knife, which it grasped in its hand.

I drew my knife and threw away the scabbard, smoothing the sharp edge. It reflected my head, covered in a helmet, like its head.

Opposite me, it pulled out a similar long knife in the same position and threw away the scabbard. Its face was covered in a mask, but I felt like it was staring at me all the time.

There is only one "Takakawa".

Now, it's time to be reunited.

We have no words, but between us. But it seems that there are too many words flowing. These words speak of our past, our thoughts. Our emotions, our loves and our hates, our beauty and our tragedies, our despair and resistance. We don't need to talk because we're not friends. But no stranger. Our strangeness to each other is only our strangeness to ourselves, and our battle with each other is only a battle of ego.

Up! The speed sweep unfolded, and the invisible high-speed channel spread in all directions. It's like a spider's web.

Here it comes! Almost at the same time, the pitch-black Raven Knight had disappeared from view, and even as I raced through the invisible highway, I couldn't see it moving slowly.

It also uses a mystery called "Quick Rush", and when it was just an electronic demon "Night Raven Quark", it had already copied this mystery from my qualities, and it should not be said that since it is a part of "Takakawa", then it is inevitable to know "Quick Rush" and have "chain judgment", even if there is no magic pattern, it will achieve a similar phenomenon in another way, just like the prosthetic Takakawa.

Putting aside the theoretical differences and mysterious differences, the most important and core phenomenon of speed sweeping is "fast".

The pitch-black Raven Knight was fast, so fast that even if I was moving faster, the relative difference in speed was at a very small value that was difficult to determine. The human eye cannot detect such high-speed moving objects, so the position of each other can only be grasped by relying on interlocking judgments.

I shifted, backhanded, swung the long knife, dodged, rolled, jumped, moved forward, backward, left and right, moved in mid-air, and it also jumped, spinning, swinging the long knife, moving and wandering, dodging and parrying. In the staggered blades with dozens of breaths, there was not a moment of stopping the gallop. I can't tell how fast I am with it at this time, because I am accelerating every moment, and it is accelerating every moment, and we refer to each other's movements, but the difference between the speeds has never been widened to the point of showing a significant disadvantage.

My knife can occasionally slash at its body, but before it can burrow into the gap between the armor, it has been avoided with its clever body movements, and the friction between the blade and the armor bursts into sparks. And its knives burrow into my defenses, leaving marks on my armor and splattering sparks in friction. From time to time, our blades would clash, and the light of the blades would shatter at this moment, making a crisp sound, and then being pushed away from each other.

Separated, approached, separated, approached again, we became entangled, rising from the ground into the air, falling from the air to the ground, burrowing into the ground, and drilling out of the ground. We smashed the wood, smashed any obstacles in our way, and we rounded the rocks and ran through the mud. The gray cloak and the black cloak are entangled, like clouds of smoke that try to blend in with each other, but can only be separated in the end.

I don't know how long it took, but I'm sure it's only a very short time. In that very short period of time, we swung our swords thousands of times, and then punched each other before the next second. I was hit in the cheek and couldn't stop falling backwards, and it was no exception, I hit the same part and didn't gain a foothold until ten meters away.

The black feathers are still falling. Our movement caused a hurricane, and when we stopped, the hurricane was still hovering between us in a chaotic motion, and the black feathers were blown up by this hurricane, and this moment it was still here, and the next moment it had flown to that side, and when these feathers fell to the ground, they melted into the dirt, and out of the dirt grew a face, each of which was the face of "Takakawa". "Gao Chuan" was laughing, crying, distressed, confused, and sad, and then this face melted and became a face that could not see joy and sorrow, but seemed to be filled with all the joy, anger and sorrow. The face quickly dried up, weathered, shattered, and turned into sand and gravel on the moor, and when swept up by the hurricane, it gathered into a cloud of dust and smoke under my knees and that of it.

It's really strong. I kept a posture of rushing forward at any time, looking for a gap in it, and I thought so.

The pitch-black Raven Knight has all my powers, even if there is no magic pattern, there is another mystery that is driving a similar phenomenon, and the combat power it displays, which is stalemate with me, is comparable to my combat power. In those thousands of encounters, I didn't beat it by a single point, nor did I lose a single point, which also means that I can know how strong I am from it.

I've always thought of myself as strong, but how do others feel about being strong when I'm fighting? I could guess and imagine, but I couldn't experience it, and now, facing the dark Raven Knight, I was surprised to feel that I had understood how those opponents in the past would feel when they faced me.

It's unimaginably fast, it seems that there is no dead angle at all, and sharp attacks, like a stream of water, will still converge even if they are scattered. If there is no special means, or top-notch skills, then, before the end of the first second, they will be killed.

Every time you pass by, it is like dancing on the edge of a knife, and you will be cut at any time, and once you are hurt, even if it is only a minor injury, it means that the next step will be endless.

The dark Raven Knight gives me that feeling, so I guess it's the same feeling when someone else is attacking me.

I feel the strength of the Raven Knight, and I have never felt my own strength up close now. (To be continued......)