Saya's power has already eroded one-third of the mountain city, and even if he does not directly come into contact with these abnormal flesh and blood, there will be a certain chance that his body will suddenly transform into this abnormal flesh and blood. Erosion is not done only through the contact of flesh and blood itself, but just like this power that turns the inorganic into organic and distorts the organic, has penetrated into the wind, and a large number of invisible spores, hidden in the gray mist and ashes, will explode as they flow and fall.

Neither the structure material of the tube nor the structure of the security guard can completely resist this force, and even a small part of the body has undergone flesh transformation.

The parts that are converted to flesh become fragile, and the difference in structure and bearing capacity can cause the movement of any object to be unbalanced. However, it is difficult to do this by destroying the flesh and blood, because although the flesh is also a carbon-based structure, it is in a state of constant proliferation due to some mysterious force, which is based on matter, but not necessarily visible to the naked eye. If the vacuum is maintained, will this proliferation continue? I don't know, but no one seems to be trying to do that right now. I've also thought that even if it's a subatomic particle, as long as the particle exists in a material nature, then Saya's anomalous flesh proliferation will work.

The fact that the occult expert and the gray mist demon also have to deal with this kind of anomaly that breeds naturally, "as long as it takes on a material state, even if it is the product of a mysterious phenomenon, it may be eroded by Saya and then transformed into abnormal flesh and blood" has been proven. So, when this fact happens to me, I will cut off the part of myself that has been alienated, even if it is my hands and feet, and then. Rely on the impetus in the invisible high-speed corridor and keep yourself moving.

At the scene I observed, there were only the demons of the alienated Youjiang and Father Edward in disguise, and the mystery of the alienated Youjiang itself may be the guarantee to resist the erosion of Saya's abnormal flesh and blood, and Father Edward was probably because. He is the "Creator" of Saya. Even the wizards in the sky have been unable to remove the abnormally growing flesh and blood on themselves because of the maintenance of the "Heavenly Gate", and before they know it, many people have become "floating wriggling pieces of flesh". But even if it is a "wriggling piece of meat", the mysterious power generated by it is still being absorbed by the "Heavenly Gate".

When the "Gate of Heaven" became more and more real, there were also flesh and blood threads climbing up the eerie texture, which further made me realize that this door was materializing.

Because. Until now, it was only in the material state that it was affected by the power of Saya.

The flesh and blood of the Heavenly Gate, even if it was only slight, was enough to prove how terrible Father Edward's achievements were. I don't know what the expressions look like under those masks, but in the face of Father Edward's terrible creations, the wizards of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito have fallen behind on the surface. I can't help but imagine. When the Doomsday Shinrikyo repeater and the Las Vegas repeater are connected due to the existence of the "Heavenly Gate", will Saya's anomalous flesh spread to the Doomsday Shinrikyo repeater? And whether Father Edward has the power to rely on Saya? What about the idea of eroding two repeaters at the same time?

The predecessor of the repeater, the night of Valpurgis, is a special kind of temporary data hedging space, and if Saya's anomalous flesh erosion is limited to "matter", then there must be an inherent set of cognitive and analytical methods, and any temporary data hedging is regarded as a kind of "material transformation". And such a cognitive concept. Closer to the doctrine of alchemy in the occult.

Any "mystery" I have encountered can be understood through the idealistic theory at the level of consciousness, and can also be found in the context of materialist science, and can also find a plausible reference from the ancient occultism. No matter which of the three is to perceive the other. Or a mixture of the three, looking at everything with a confused cognition, can also complete a worldview that treats the "mysterious" as an existing existence. And every mystical expert also has such a worldview that can be explained and self-recognized in self-logic.

The world of the apocalyptic illusion is so wonderful, only from the perspective of the apocalyptic illusion to observe the world, there is a choice and possibility from the perspective of the reality of the hospital to observe the apocalyptic illusion, it is apocalyptic, painful, sad, but it is also undeniable, it is also magnificent, bizarre, people can imagine, and unimaginable, understandable, and incomprehensible, all exist here in a real appearance. These complex, changeable, ungraspable, and intertwined existences give the apocalyptic illusion itself a warmth that the reality of the hospital does not have.

I sometimes feel that my attachment to the apocalyptic fantasy may also have the warm emotion of greed at work. However, it is precisely because of this that I want to return to the reality of the hospital and look for the cold reality in the reality of the hospital, which exists but has not been discovered, or has been discovered but has not been retained. If the reality of the hospital is the real "reality", then, I think, it shouldn't be exactly that cold and cruel appearance.

I want the world I see to be warm, I want the world I observe, all of them have vivid and magnificent colors, maybe "cold" and "logical" are the basis for structuring the world, but as long as there are "people", it must be wrong to be completely cold and logical. Even if it's not wrong, I don't like that kind of world.

I want to-

I'm looking forward to-

I crave-

This kind of longing does not have a specific image, but always a hazy outline. But that is enough, because I want a lot, and what I look forward to is like a sea of stars, and what I long for does not stay, so they are collected in this hazy form, like a shapeless light.

Even when I was the most miserable, the most painful, the most unthinkable and unspeakable, I still knew that there was such a light in my heart. Even when I fell into the abyss of nightmares and hallucinations, even when unreasonable fear eroded my soul, this light still existed in the depths of my self and centered on it to construct the personality of "Takakawa".

I imagine it, I understand it. I try to recognize and believe that there is really a light in my depths, which accompanies my every move, my thoughts, and spreads warmth.

And then. "Takakawa" will become even more resilient.

I scurried in my imagination, swung my twin swords in my hallucinations, pierced through my enemies in my thoughts, fell again and again and got up again and again in the uselessness of trying to understand what I couldn't understand but trying to understand. When the pain in the body never stops, and the wound is not completely healed, the blood will flow out, and the mixed thoughts will be like the foam of the laundry tub. In an instant, it surged up, as if engulfing the mind of the self. When my body is still moving, after a moment, I will still wake up. Even though it was so repeated, it couldn't knock down the strongest figure, and it didn't allow me to hold on for more time in front of the alienated right river, but. As long as I can still move and think. It's enough to prove that I haven't fallen yet, and I can go and create more possibilities.

The long knife I threw flicked off the neck of the body's life, and before it could react, I had swept to its feet. Grabbing its right foot, he used it as a weapon to sweep through the surrounding security guards, and threw it at the alienated right river that swept through the air. The body of the construct of the body life was cracked by the alienated right river in mid-air, and blood and flesh were bred from the cracks. At this moment, my feet were also bred by alienated flesh and blood. Connected to the alienated flesh on the ground, I slashed the foot with my left-handed knife and leaped forward. In front of me, the fragments of the invisible high-speed passage instantly connected into a zigzag passage.

I shuttled around a dozen mysterious experts in critical situations, and when they were in the dead and had no way to escape, I broke through all kinds of anomalies that surrounded them, and dragged them into another battlefield. I ran endlessly, as if I were the wind, the lightning, the rushing waves, and I would not stop as long as the battle continued. The fourth-level magic pattern is like an infinite ammunition depot, providing all kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, halberds, bullets and explosives, and an endless stream of data hedging phenomena produce an endless stream of aftermaths, which can be absorbed in every place on the battlefield, and at the same time as absorption, they have been converted into armor on the body, as well as those combat artifacts that seem to have been created out of nothing.

Every second, I'm looking for possible flaws in a very short period of time, and I'm also looking for the optimization of armament combinations according to the real-time situation. Every minute, hundreds of parts will be cut, and use the time of each part to try to understand the various strange changes around you, and make corresponding props. Sometimes, even strange things that I didn't even thought about, as if they were born to come, were born with the power of the fourth-level magic pattern, and played a jaw-dropping role in the instant.

I could clearly feel that in this painful battle, which seemed to squeeze my imagination and life force, I was changing, becoming something that I didn't even know what it was, and then I admitted that it was still "me", but that "I" was no longer human. I am a monster, a fellow human who can compete with those terrible monsters, fight them, and possibly kill them.

I tried so hard, and yet the results of the chain verdict kept telling me how bad the situation around me was, and it was getting worse. The inner structure of the tubular mountain castle, full of mechanical and antique stones, is so intricate that all the people who can be temporary companions under immediate conditions are swept away by the fierce battle situation, as if they have been washed into an inscrutable corner by a huge wave. I couldn't drag them out of the trap at the same time, so the mystical experts died one after another, disappearing, disappearing, and disappearing, as if they were swarming out of the trap at the same time, and many of them were actually dead.

Before I knew it, standing on top of the wreckage of a cocked tube, I looked out to see nothing but an endless sea of gray-white security guards. In this gray-white sea, it seems that there are only a few points left, and even if there are only these few points left, the existence of the battle in that place has already occupied eighty percent of all the explosions and impacts on the scene. Like a green float in a pond, the alienated flesh was swept into the air with the gray-white waves that splashed from time to time in explosions and impacts, and was torn apart, leaving foam to fall, but then merged with the large chunks of flesh floating on the gray-white sea.

The gray-white color of the structure material covered the range of quark fixed-point observation in the sky, and even more than the 10,000 meters covered by the original super giant magic array, which had been completely submerged by the tube. The top of the mountain castle has risen a lot, and when you stand on the tubular structure, the original "surface" looks like it is a hundred meters away, and the cracks deep into the ground are also filled by the structure, and I don't know how deep it is. Then, in the depths of the darkness, points of light that seemed to be lights began to flicker.

The places I could observe by relying on chain judgments had completely lost the natural state of the peninsula and become part of the unique style of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau. And in the style of this ruling Victorian heavy industry materialization area, the layers of flesh and blood that can be seen everywhere make people feel disgusting and unusual.

Above the sky, the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo don't know when, they have been completely eroded by Saya's alienated flesh and blood, turning into a paralyzed flesh mass that cannot be seen in human form, but is still wriggling, still giving people a strong sense of life, the "Gate of Heaven" has completely appeared, but there is also a third of the part, covered with Sayana's iconic flesh and blood. There are cobweb-like silk threads, piercing the gray mist, connecting the tumor-like flesh mass with the flesh-and-blood Heavenly Gate, and if you look at it as a closely related whole, you can feel the rhythmic agitation that passes through the silk threads, back and forth between the tumor flesh mass and the flesh and blood Heavenly Gate - they are alive, like an alternative life, a miracle created by a mystery that ordinary people cannot touch, even if they seem so ugly that it is difficult for people to have a good impression of them, Nor can any beautiful imagination be generated from it.

When you see this scene, all the good emotions will be sucked away, and all the negative emotions will grow wildly with the gray fog and ashes that darken the heavens and the earth, and the never-ending wind of despair. If you listen closely, you can only hear a faint sound, like a fingernail scraping glass, whispering a language whose content is incomprehensible, the rhythm is like a prayer, like a hymn, which makes people want to cover their ears, but it is difficult to refuse to listen.

The sound and rhythm were so familiar that I couldn't help but recall the scenes I experienced in the past apocalyptic fantasy in the Mar Jones family's Heavengate Project. I know that it is the language of the wizards of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrijo. (To be continued.) )