The girl who manipulated the electronic demon "puppet" was called Gregia, and although there was not only one woman with this name, I still felt that the one I met was the same Gregoa I had seen in the past. Despite the difference in age and personality between the two men, and the inability to distinguish their looks due to heavy makeup, I still followed my inner thoughts, believing that the "script" would reconnect the people I met in this fateful way. The world of Doomsday Fantasy is vast, but the characters who drive the "script" are not endless. From my point of view, Gregoya doesn't have many "roles", even if it is a "supporting role", the weight is low, but this does not prevent me from hearing this name again, and when I see her now, the throbbing in my heart when I see her now.

"What a nostalgic name." I say.

"You're talking about me?" Gregia looked at her with suspicion that I had played a less pleasant role in her encounter, and that she might have understood what I was saying, but I believed that understanding is understanding, and that subjectivity would not be dissipated by it, and that humans are such sensual creatures. And I myself am the strictest of the people who are driven by emotion.

"Maybe." I replied so. Gregoria was unpleasant, however, she quickly changed the subject and asked, "What now?" Even if the occult expert is not an expert at solving problems, your survival experience should give me a hint, right? ”

"I've said before that you don't need to pay too much attention to this until you notice a change." I said, "It's passive, but it's the only way to do it." Mystery is so scary that you simply can't predict it until it happens. It is also impossible to prepare in advance. If you know of an electronic demon messenger with abilities like 'slaying', 'prophecy', and 'perception', you can also turn to them for help. ”

"Will it be useful?" Gregoria looked a little moved, letting me know that she did know a friend who had a mystery about it. As an electronic demon messenger, she may seem immature in the face of mystery, but she has begun to integrate into a rapidly changing world.

"I don't know. But you can always try. I said.

"You probably know a lot of friends about this, right?" Gregoria asked rhetorically.

"I fell out with them." As soon as I said this, the girl was a little stunned, and then said in a contemptuous tone: "You are really a failure." ”

"Maybe." I didn't refute it, because I knew for a long time that I was not a normal person, and sometimes I even felt that I was not a human being, and that failure as a person was inevitable from my own standpoint.

Gregoria stood up and stretched hard, the frustration she had felt before vanishing from her. It seems that she has accepted the status quo. Honestly, what if you can't accept it? Marceau's mystery is so strange that even I can't use the magic superpower in her ghost nightmares, and I'm not afraid of what will happen to me with the background of "Jiang", but "Jiang" is so scary that I'd rather take a step back. He was also reluctant to let it appear in front of Marceau. Otherwise, Marceau will be eaten, right? I can't say for sure. However, it is precisely this vague feeling that makes it impossible for me to expect a situation where "Jiang" will kill all sides after it appears.

In my conjecture, the difference between "virus" and "jiang" is only whether or not it expresses the personality traits of "true jiang", but there is not much difference in essence. I can imagine the "virus" appearing in a more direct way. What kind of disaster will it bring, and in the toilet strange incident, the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo proved this with their actions, so it can also be inferred that the appearance of "Jiang" will also have a similar effect. The connection between "virus" and "river". Closer than anyone thinks, this is one of the reasons why I think "Jiang" can defeat "virus", and it is also one of the reasons why I think "Jiang" cannot be released at will.

"Jiang" may be omnipotent, but because of this, no patient with doomsday syndrome can withstand the shock and changes that it brings when it displays this power. Doomsday Syndrome sufferers, including me, are just too vulnerable. Marceau, who seems to have become powerful, is not worth mentioning in the face of that kind of power, and if he is eaten by the "river", he may be erased from the entire apocalyptic illusion on a deeper level than death.

"I'm going back, Takakawa." Gregoria looked over and said, "Thank you for the reminder, although it wasn't timely at all." Do you have contact details? If I find any information, can I contact you? ”

I took out the whisperer's business card, and Gregoya took it, slightly curiously, and read it several times before putting it in her pocket. It doesn't matter if the business card itself can bring out the nightmare Las Vegas, just remember the contact email address above. Gregia's attitude was much more relaxed than before, and it seemed that she would keep in mind what I wanted her to help before. I can't bind her to what to do or not to do, but I think she'll think of me as soon as she needs help. And if it's a mystery that she can handle herself, the relevant information is naturally of little value.

"Want to come and see my ghost nightmare?" Gregoria asked before leaving.

"No, I'm going to study that thing again." When I raised my eyes, I saw that the sky in that direction was hovering as black as wind, sand, dust, and smoke. Its changes are so agile that you intuitively feel that it is a living thing, not just dust. The face of black smoke appeared here, and it was really hard to believe that it wasn't the ghost of the people of District 51.

But why did District 51 do this? Is it just a foreshadowing for future battles?

"See you next time, then." Gregoria patted her ass and temporarily let go of the fear that Marceau had brought, and her words and actions became much more free. She took a lot of intel from me, which should speed up the changes in Las Vegas. I watched her disappear into the crossroads, then I turned and jumped onto the roof, sweeping in the direction of the black smoke face. It didn't hide its existence at all, it was overwhelming, and the sound of fighting over there lasted for a while, and I thought someone should have died. Along the way, the once star-studded shadows disappeared a lot, but they weren't supposed to be destroyed. Rather, the change has reached the next stage. In another memory, the black smoke face of Area 51 is not as huge and powerful as what I see in front of me, and its existence and growth are related to those shadow clusters? With such thoughts. I pulled the dagger out of my pocket and slammed it into the black smoke's face. As long as it hurts it to a certain extent, perhaps you can see the clue from its actions.

The three electronic demon messengers entangled by the face of black smoke have fallen into a hurry, and being able to enter this nightmare Las Vegas has proven that they are a little more powerful than most of their kind, because the obstruction of the ghost nightmare can also be seen as a way of screening. I'm somewhat guessing about the nature of the ghost. Being able to not be knocked down by their own ghost must mean that they already have something special about themselves. All of the electronic demon emissaries who can enter Nightmare Las Vegas have their own strengths, and even if they are inexperienced in dealing with mysteries, they still can't hide their potential. Gregaia's watch is also good for novices, but I still don't think so. Also at the top of all the electronic demon messengers who entered Nightmare Las Vegas.

At least. Judging from the details of the battle, the three electronic demon messengers who were forced to flee by the face of black smoke in front of them showed a level above Gregia. First of all, their electronic demons are very suitable for combat in terms of ability, and they cooperate with each other very tacitly. It is no longer the level of preliminary running-in. The three of them were encased in a mass of translucent substance, which was supposed to be the electronic demon of one of them, and it squirmed and slid rapidly across the ground, seemingly. It is responsible for "defense" and "overall movement". Beyond the translucent substance, the air showed a visible vortex, and when the huge smoke-like body of the Black Smoke Face caught up, it was inevitably "swallowed" by this vortex. The last man had his eyes closed, his hands on his two companions, and although he could not see any external anomalies, it was enough to judge from his frowning brow that he had also used his own electronic demon, but it was not as noticeable as the first two in terms of ability display.

The escape of the three of them made a lot of movement, and with the face of black smoke suspended in mid-air, the abnormal physical phenomenon, it was absolutely impossible to say that no one noticed, but there was no one to help at the scene. I was running through the invisible high-speed aisle, and from the slow world, I felt another force that filled the space. No, it's not just one, I can't tell it all, I just feel like they're intertwined, like pouring water into a clean water with different concentrations, creating an indiscriminate interaction that is confined to the interior. This is not the first time I have encountered this feeling, and it is precisely because there are multiple "invisible" mysteries that fill the same space that it has produced such a feeling. In this case, the space is like a giant powder keg.

A recent example was a similar situation when several mysterious organizations teamed up to snipe at Father Edward while he was still in London. At this time, the situation was not as explosive as it was then, and the most confusing elements should be the observant mystery, but the scale was enough to encompass the black smoke face and the three people running below, and it was constantly moving in sync with the movement of the three people. I feel that there are no less than twenty electronic demon messengers who are watching this battlefield.

The chain judgment has been unfolded, and there are no human figures within fifty meters, and it is obvious that the specific location of those people is still farther away. However, in my mind, a more intuitive picture of the mysterious state that pervades this battlefield has been sketched. It looks like a large number of ripples interfering with each other, combining, sometimes messy, and sometimes like a kaleidoscope to form some kind of wonderful pattern. And these fluctuations did not slow down because of my high speed, but when I accelerated, I was able to pass through the ever-changing gap. I'm not sure what the use of this would be, but since it's conceivable that these fluctuations are the product of mystery, it's better not to touch them than to touch them.

The air became like glue, and every movement of the three electronic demon messengers seemed to be stuck with glue, and the smoke particles in the face of black smoke vibrated in the chain judgment, their displacement was not linear, but like an electron cloud in a microscopic state, suddenly disappearing from its original position and suddenly creating a new position. The face of black smoke as a whole looks like it is swirling in the wind, but in the observation of chain judgment, it is more like a teleportation with a very small distance and a very high frequency. This movement is very fast even when observed in the speed sweeping state, and it is almost not much different from the speed difference in the normal state. To put it simply, let's assume that the speed at which the face of black smoke is observed under normal conditions is 10 meters per second. Then, when observed in the state of rapid sweeping, it is still ten meters per second, and this strange phenomenon of fixed velocity relative to the reference can also be called mysterious.

However, the face of black smoke has a fixed velocity value. There is still a big gap in my speed compared to the speed sweep. I jumped on the rooftops, glided over the walls, and grazed the face of black smoke like a bat. The face of black smoke was not slow to react, like a storm that wanted to sweep me away. However, when passing through the wave gap observed by the chain judgment, it is as if it fits into a certain rhythm and can just get out of the sweep of the black smoke face. The body particles of Ho's black smoke face exhibit an electron cloud effect, but. Even frequent teleportation creates a difference in the order of the macroscopic whole, which makes its movement appear to be a linear trajectory, and I follow this trajectory in the time difference of those constantly teleporting black particles, and quickly pass through that fleeting gap.

I could still be faster, though. The observation effect of the chain judgment allows me to use a relatively low speed. It should also make sense to stay comfortable and safe in your travels. It may seem thrilling, but for me, it's just following a set trajectory and moving at a not-so-fast pace. The dagger then sliced through the body of the black smoke face, and some of the particles were hit. Immediately collapsed, but before the cut trajectory was completed, the particles were fully adjusted, and they teleported. Started to keep up with me, teleporting the moment the dagger was about to hit. I jumped over the face of black smoke and jumped onto the platform in mid-air, and the part of the face that was actually hit was only a particle the width of a dagger less than a meter away, which was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket for all the particles it contained.

This is not like normal smoke, the face of black smoke is smoky, but it is more like an electronic cloud that can consciously adjust each electron at a microscopic level. It sounds like a scientific creation, but I know very well that what makes it exist in this way is still "mysterious". This means that the scientific theory and means of electronic cloud jamming should be ineffective against it. The Face of Black Smoke is made up of countless smoke-like particles, and the inability to destroy these particles means that it is as if it had an immortal body. Once it is swept up, these particles may directly teleport to the interior of the human body for destruction. Attacks from within have always been difficult to defend against, and the lethality of the Black Smoke Face is unquestionable. Moreover, it is not only this type of attack, its roar is the high-frequency vibration of countless particles, and the particles in the air will also produce certain effects under pressure, which is also full of destructive power. If its birth was the result of the research of Area 51, then Area 51 did indeed create a terrible weapon.

At least, a normal weapon like a dagger in your hand can't fight it. My thoughts turned, and a huge suitcase quietly took the place of a dagger in my hand. My mind doesn't describe the storage of this suitcase in detail, theoretically, in the dream state, it is possible to achieve the fulfillment of wishes, but this "heart" does not refer to the surface consciousness, and besides, this nightmare Las Vegas is not my own dream. I've always felt that I can take out a dagger from my pocket at will, not because I seriously think about it, but in my subconscious, it's always with me, it's something that I cherish, so it's the same with KY3000.

When I pulled out the dagger for the second time, I was convinced of this thought, and when the dagger turned into this huge suitcase, it seemed to be taken for granted. Because, I take it for granted that it is in my hands.

The difference between KY3000 and KY1999, which has just been developed in this apocalyptic fantasy, is not big in terms of ammunition power, but KY3000 is indeed more than KY1999 by at least two generations in terms of performance, and the most important difference is that KY3000 is not only more advanced in the S mechanism, carries more ammunition, and has more types of ammunition, but also has a better operating structure, under the same volume, it can accommodate more launch ports, has a higher rate of fire, and-

Unfold a larger array of artillery bases!

I slammed my suitcase on the ground and said, "The third attack form unfolds. ”

Like a Rubik's cube, the trunk decomposes into cubes and begins to reassemble, and this reorganization process, like its volume multiplication process, is fast and stiff, like a torrent of steel surging in the building, covered with reinforced concrete layer by layer. The fixtures are hooked up, the silos are raised, and the polished shells seem to flow with a forest of light even under the gloomy sky. In a few breaths, with the building as the outline, the huge artillery array has been calmly unfolded.

The face of the black smoke seems to be provoked by my attack, it shows a certain intelligence, but it gives people an extremely emotional feeling, I think, it is a monster accused by anger, its angry and painful face-like appearance, must have revealed its essence from a certain Cheng dù. I feel more and more that it is a sad birth. The face of black smoke is further concocted by people infected with the Trojan virus, and the whole process is the most cruel human body. Some of the characteristics of the Trojan virus are very similar to that of the Saya virus, and the effect on the infected person can be completely used as a reference for the infected person. I couldn't understand the extent of the suffering caused by the Saya virus, which is a process that drives people crazy when they are still in a normal state of mind. The qiē that the infected originally liked will be perceived and become their most disgusted state, they will no longer be able to communicate with others, they will not be able to passively accept communication, and they will forever fall into a lonely and terrible hell, not some kind of hell with a fixed description, but the hell of the most painful in their hearts - that is, that hell is constantly changing. When people's hearts change, they change with it, forever fixed on their most fearful, most repulsive, most unacceptable side.

Such an effect cannot be avoided even by the most abnormal mentally ill patients. Because, as long as the patient has likes and dislikes and persists, then the Xaya virus will definitely take effect, and no matter how fast and weird this transformation of likes and dislikes is, it cannot be shaken off. If there is no zài likes and dislikes, human beings are no longer human, and if there is no persistence, any action is actually meaningless, and it is not enough to constitute action, so theoretically, to get rid of the erosion of the Saya virus, the only way to become inhuman, and from the subconscious, there is no zài likes and dislikes, and there is no insistence on non-human, but what an unrealistic method this is.

The Trojan virus may not be as powerful and evil as the Saya virus, but the symptoms it causes are similar, and it is not difficult to understand that the face of black smoke concocted by the infected person shows such a painful and angry face. Because, as long as it lives, it has been in torment. This makes it not enough to use its intelligence, even if it has intelligence, and even, at some point, it is slower than normal and unable to maintain its optimal attack state.

The face of black smoke roared at me, and the twisted column of air struck the defensive shield of the artillery array, the spread of which made the entire building tremble. The armor wrapped around my body layer by layer, sending me to the core of the shelling array, and the attack was complete. The process took only a few breaths, but it was still sluggish for combat. It's just that the sadness, pain, and anger make the face of black smoke even more sluggish.

It's okay, I'm here to set you free.

-- Linkage judgment expansion, microscopic motion observation, first-level restriction lifting, second-level restriction lifting.

My vision was blurry, and there was some hot fluid coming out of my nasal cavity, and I thought, it was blood. The black and white world, expanding in my mind, covered the normal landscape at once. In the scene depicted by the line segments, the face of the black smoke seems to disintegrate into countless particles, and no longer has a macroscopic appearance. These particles disappear and reappear in a rhythm that is indescribably complex and impossible to judge with thought, and seem to rise and fall with a wave of waves. (To be continued......)