I began to feel that I was wandering in a fragment of time and space, and when the body temperature data crossed a threshold that had been marked out of the system in advance, the continuity of time and space that I was in that had always been a "straight line" began to be cracked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 However, it is also a bit incorrect to say "rupture", it is difficult for her to describe her feelings, she is not seeing, not from a certain organ or sensory system of the body, but more like an external information is washing away her common sense, so that she suddenly realizes that time and space are changing from "a straight line" to "divided line segments", each line segment is extremely small, and it can even be said that there is no "length", which cannot be described in a normal distance unit area, and she herself is obviously in the Gnaku of the box machine, She was completely unable to answer the question of "where she was?" based on the material representations she saw, or rather, she clearly felt that this description was incorrect—common sense that had always been true, but it was wrong now.

She felt that she was standing on the edge of this "space-time line segment" that could not be described by normal distance units, and this "space-time line segment" was not only not the only one, but also because she was in it, she could feel that there was a deeper, indescribable existence or a certain state outside this "space-time line segment", and more deeply understood that this "space-time line segment" that she forcibly recognized and described was actually incorrect.

She was frightened, unable to discern what she was seeing and feeling at this moment, how much of it was hallucination, she could not comprehend all that she could feel, and she was even afraid of her own inquiry into the question of "where she was", because the answer was involuntarily magnifying herself, from an extremely limited range, constantly extending outward, a hazy, grandiose, ineffable periphery that made her feel that she was losing her answer—an answer to what she was, where she came from, and where she was going. On a grand and ineffable scale, everything I have done in the past, everything I do now, and my expectations for the future are meaningless. And the "self" she affirmed in her growth is also meaningless, "all questions about death and life", "all definitions of being and non-existence", and even "all discussions of the form of existence" are losing their ethical and human meaning, and even the "wisdom" of any life itself is only an illusion.

If we confine ourselves to a visible continuity of time and space, the thoughts and actions that were once held up as truth and philosophy are meaningful, while if we place them in a boundless confinement that spreads outward infinitely, it seems that everything is pointing to a meaningless stillness. Here, movement is an illusion, the form and mode of existence are illusions, and all thinking is based on illusions and self-righteous and erroneous conclusions. Here, only the immutable being is the only one, and this "immutable and only being" has covered all tangible and intangible manifestations, and there is no so-called "consciousness" in itself, because any formed concept is only a description of an "illusion" in front of it.

Standing on the "edge" of a continuous fragment of time and space limited by oneself, looking at the boundless periphery, the feeling of time and space is becoming weaker, and only fear is getting stronger and stronger. In fear, he almost forgot what he was doing and what he wanted to do. She retreated in fear—more of a conscious retreat to her—as if in a nightmare, and suddenly woke up, the frightening dream no longer as concrete as it had been, and even the little residue that remained in her sensibility was disappearing.

Then, the cocoon that greeted her eyes reawakened her memory—it seemed to her that a more tangible, more tangible, and more vivid memory overlayed the memory of fear, but the horror was still rolling inside her. He knew very well that he was definitely not afraid because he saw the people in these cocoons, and thought of the reproduction plan of the physical life from them, and further thought of his own situation.

It is true that the physical life has brought her a very strong sense of fear, and even other people she knows have always lived in this fear, but the fear brought by the dreamlike feeling before is completely different from the fear brought by the physical life. Rather, all the man-made conspiracies, even if they are actually harming others, even if they have already caused horrific tragedies, and even things that will make people more cruel and terrible, are far less terrifying than the previous ones.

In one second, all encounters, thoughts, and experiences, in normal timing, all end in one second. He felt like his bodily fluids were about to run dry, the suit's siren was chirping wildly, and its self-monitoring program was generating terrifying values that far exceeded the default safe values, and even, by common sense, they should be enough to kill him. However, not only did he not die, he was not even completely incapacitated.

She knew that she was in a bad state, but no matter how heavy and strong this bad was there, it did not affect her subsequent thoughts and actions. When she felt "a second passes", a gap the size of a person melted into the wall on her side. Without hesitation, countless blades grew from the ground, walls, and ceiling of Gnaku, their speed like bullets, sealing the entire Gnaku in the blink of an eye. The Primal Life was one step behind and broke in, and what they saw was this horizontal and vertical, extremely messy, all over the entire Gnaku Blade, they stood with their physical strength and rushed forward, and the blade immediately left a shallow mark on their body. Only two elemental beings were intent on moving forward, and the other elemental beings had pierced through the box machine from all directions, and they clearly knew where it was going.

It had reached the top of the box, and the boxer was still speeding through the force field, passing the edges of several platforms, as if it would have a greater chance of crashing into the next platform.

The flight of the box is both thrilling and adventurous, it begins to rotate on the central axis, but like the best cowboy, no matter how the flight posture and flight movements of the box machine change, the power shoes under her feet firmly attach her to the surface of the case.

The reaction of the body life is very fast, when the body climbs onto the shell of the box-type machine, and once again feels the force field that penetrates the protective clothing and makes his physiology chaotic, the protective clothing can already adjust the power according to the change of the force field, only in terms of mobility, as long as the protective clothing is still assisting or leading the action, then, the movement of the machine will never be too wrong, and even, with the help of the change of the force field, she can make more exaggerated movements than usual, however, This adaptation still does not fundamentally alter the physiological effects of the force field.

She knew very well that not only did her state not improve, but worsened, even if there was no decrease in her mobility, and any adverse changes from the physiological level to the conscious level could lead to catastrophic consequences at any time. When fighting against the life of the body, any small mistake, any little negative impact, can kill you.

Although I had thought before that these physical beings were so fanfare just to capture themselves alive, not to kill themselves, from this point of view, being captured by the other party would definitely not end well. When the enemy's goal is achieved, it will also cause the most damage to one's own side - so, as a matter of common sense, the consequences of dying here may be better than the consequences of being captured alive.

She didn't want to die, but if she fell into the hands of the enemy alive was more serious than the consequences of death, she was more inclined to die in a battle that was fierce enough to cause trouble and damage to the enemy.

He had already drilled into the box machine and analyzed something based on what he had seen and heard, but it seemed impossible to get more information. There are no more intelligence carriers here, and the last thing she can do is fight these elemental beings.

I can't escape, I don't know where to flee, I only have my own words, and I can't escape anyway. Knowing this, he threw aside all his luck and pulled out long strips of knives and firearms from behind his protective suit, despite the fear in his heart. She half-crouched on the case of the box-type machine, because of the previous invasion and illegal modification of the protective suit, the box-type machine and the platform it collided with had long since lost its original appearance, and at this time it looked like a bruised tumor. She held a firearm in her left hand and a bladeless knife in her right hand, revealing the internal mechanical transmission structure, and through the connection of her feet and force points, the protective suit was injected with the final virus program, and then, before the reverse invasion of the body's life broke through the last firewall of the protective suit, the connection was aborted.

As she completed this series of finishes, the Primal Life broke through the heavy shell of the box machine from both sides, enveloping her in the middle. Looking around at them, from behind them, he saw more figures suspended in the air, which were the elemental beings that were rotating one after another, relying on their own abilities to move in the force field.

The return of one body after another encloses the layers in the center, and they are stationary with each other, but the whole body continues to fall downward with the box machine in an arc.

She had never encountered such a situation, not even in a dream, but she felt that her situation was more real than any previous nightmare. Being surrounded by so many physical beings was simply the only one in her life, and she felt more and more that her fate was doomed. She wanted to attack, but she didn't know which elemental life to attack, the physical characteristics of these elemental beings were so similar in appearance that she couldn't directly tell which one was stronger and which one was weaker, she couldn't tell what kind of abilities they had, she couldn't predict how they would act, and she couldn't find the "vulnerable" link in the encirclement.

So, when the gun was fired, she had endured the fear for a long time, and she felt a little hysterical, she just didn't scream. However, the more silent she is, the heavier the accumulated things become, and she can only shoot, and there is no way to vent these accumulated things except this method. If this emotionally motivated attack is unreasonable, then she has not found a way to save herself intellectually and "reasonably".

The body life spread, and the spearhead bullet with a small arm passed with a strong electric light, bounced through the net that was difficult to detect with the naked eye in an instant, and there was not a single body life in the net. This firearm has always been known for its power, but the Primal Life easily dodges it. Subconsciously turned the mechanical knife, and at the last moment, the huge impact force was partially vented by the mechanical structure of the knife, but the rest still made her lean back, if it wasn't for the power shoe grabbing the shell of the box machine, she would have been knocked away.

I didn't see the enemy's attack clearly, but the on-screen numerical feedback clearly described the origin and power of this attack. She ignored the data, because the attacker had already shifted his position - she didn't feel it, she didn't see it, she just made a judgment based on experience - even if she found the life of the body that attacked last time, what was the use? With so many elemental beings present, it was impossible to tell if the next attack would be the same elemental life. Moreover, she had never heard of the sense of honor in battle that was unique to human nature.

Elemental life will never do anything to increase the difficulty of its own battle in battle for some emotional gains and losses. It is not even known whether they possess "emotions" in the sense of common sense.

I can only do my own thing, and I can't judge the movement of these physical beings in advance and then react, so it's too late. The last injection of the virus program into the protective suit had already taken effect, and the box machine suddenly shook violently, and the blade of the blade in the Ganakul, which was temporarily composed of the body's own material, burst out from the feet of several elemental beings that landed on the shell of the box machine.

The figures of the few body beings suddenly disappeared from the observation of the body, they did not disappear out of thin air, but moved at an extremely fast speed, and the body was knocked away before the body could be blocked with the weapons in both hands, this time, even the adsorption force of the power shoes failed to hold her, however, at the same time, a large amount of smoke erupted from the box case, obscuring the figure of the machine for the first time.

On the screen of the suit, the firearm, which only fired one round of ammunition, was completely broken, the barrel of the gun was distorted by the previous impact, and the knife with its unique mechanical transmission still vented part of the impact, thus saving itself. He was ready from the beginning, and if he really had some kind of weapon on his body that could fight against these elemental beings a little, then it must be this special knife.