The invisible impact is like the "telekinetic force" in the occult, and the occultist still does not know what the nature of this power is and where the limit is, but through continuous use and empirical summarization, he knows a little bit about what this invisible impact can do - so far, it is only a manifestation of "impact", and can have an impact on anything common sense and non-common sense, and can interfere with the abnormal phenomena that he currently recognizes and can be seen with the naked eye. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, the invisible spiritual erosion before is difficult to interfere with with the "impact". As for whether the subject of this "hand", which is only sketched by imagination and sensitivity, can form a disturbance, he can only try. The violent turbulence of the air caused by the invisible impact, and the sound of something cracking, all told him how devastating the attack was.

Although it was only for a short time, the feeling of "hands on your shoulders" was gone. At the same time, a very clear feeling of pain and detachment came from the shoulder where the "hand" had touched. The mysterious expert took a closer look, and saw that the muscles in his shoulder had withered, as if they were dehydrated, and even the outline of the bones was protruding on the skin.

“――！” The occult expert's inner turmoil was not intense, and injuries more serious than this one had been suffered in other mysterious events, but the temporary loss of an arm was considered a serious injury to a mysterious expert like him, no matter what time it was, because he did not have the ability to heal himself quickly.

At the moment when that "hand" disappeared from the senses, the mysterious expert once again erupted with the force of the impact, pushing himself aside. I couldn't figure out what was going on with this "hand", so I tried my best to escape with the idea that the "hand" would appear the next moment. Driven by the impact, he jumped out of a distance of several tens of meters in one go, and a few ups and downs pasted the outline of the building on the near side. He took advantage of the gaps, protrusions, and what appeared to be window sills to make use of the gaps, protrusions, and what appeared to be window sills, turning from the surface of one building to the surface of another, without thinking about where enemies were hidden, because there was hardly any place to reassure in the thick gray fog.

In the space of five seconds, the mysterious expert had traveled a distance of several hundred meters, and for most of the time, his body floated in mid-air, and the heavy air made a tearing sound, but not only the sound of his own explosive power echoed in this area, but also from the distance where the field of vision was obscured, and there were human voices and various unnatural sounds, the intensity of those sounds could easily outline the battle scene in his mind, but it had a slight sense of incongruity with the battle scene that he had really seen and experienced in person. Occult experts couldn't be sure how different the picture they had sketched in their minds from the actual situation over there, whether it was actually a companion fighting there, or if it was just another trap.

He was moving, and the voices were moving, and even if he increased his speed, he couldn't catch up with the movement over there, as if he was playing hide and seek. The experience quickly reminded him of the experience of entering the ruins of the mayfly, as if there was some kind of invisible wall, with a strangeness that was absolutely no coincidence, dividing people into different areas, even if these areas were close to each other, there was always some obstacle that would block the view of both sides, and even if there was enough ability to extend beyond the field of vision, it was difficult to achieve a clear observation in such a place of gray fog.

If occult experts can be gathered together and cooperate with each other's different mystical powers, they can naturally expand their adaptability to dangerous environments, but this kind of good thing is not often seen on the real battlefield. Being divided, broken by each one, unable to coordinate one's own actions and those of others, resulting in some kind of substantive conflict, is the most common experience in the midst of mysterious events.

However, when the invisible but only felt "hand" attacked, the mysterious expert also confirmed that the enemy who attacked him was definitely not a physical life. The attack style and fighting style of the body life are direct and brutal, and it highlights the powerful side of its physical nature, and from this point of view, it is not as weird as the invisible "hand".

In the judgment of occult experts, the thing that attacks itself is either some kind of gray mist demon or a wizard of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult. Although the latter had died in the previous riot of the Grey Net, it is not certain that all of them died, and conversely, if he was able to save his life in that situation, and was able to change the type of spell according to the changed combat environment, this wizard of the Doomsday Shinrikyo must also be powerful - reflected in the diversity of abilities, mental agility, and sufficient combat literacy.

Compared with the experience and data gained in dealing with the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult in the past, the occult expert knows very well that this is no longer something that ordinary occult experts can do.

The invisible "hand" did not reappear after the impact erupted, and the mysterious expert gathered his strength and smashed like a cannonball on the roof of a building. He suddenly had the feeling that he had been "forced" or "guided" to this place. Although it was not clear from a distance, as soon as it landed on the rooftop, there was a very clear sense of danger - this place had something other than itself, and that thing was full of mortal danger.

The rooftop shrouded in gray mist exudes a sinister aura, which is difficult to describe, whether it is a keen sense of something wrong to perceive this sinister aura, or whether it is the first to perceive the sinister aura, and only because of this aura that it makes you feel that something is wrong. Where he subconsciously looked, there was a huge humanoid silhouette ten meters away, but compared to the normal human proportions, this silhouette seemed too slender and tall, the torso of the body alone was more than two meters tall, and the slender limbs were like camera mounts, firmly rooted on this platform.

At the same time, in the gray mist that spread all over the rooftop, a large number of strange eye-like things suddenly appeared, they rolled their eyes drippingly, sometimes like rolling rice grains in boiling water, blinking from time to time, completely irregular, and it was terrifying.

The occult experts knew very well what these strange things, which were inexplicable but numerous enough to make people suffer from dense phobia and make people's scalps tingle, finally appear in front of them in such a clear, vaguely revealing way.

The silhouette of the humanoid figure that had lost its normal proportions, and the dense eyes that suddenly opened in the gray mist, made the mysterious expert understand for the first time that he had not strayed into this place, but was guarded by the rabbit. However, as long as the enemy appeared in front of him in such a tangible way, it was more fortunate for the occult expert than the obscure but substantial, heart-to-heart lethality of the previous one.

Not to mention how to kill the enemy, before attacking the enemy, if you can't lock on to the enemy, you can only choose to flee, just like the invisible hand you encountered before. The opponent does not have a physical subject, but only appears in the senses, so it is extremely difficult to get out of the range of its attack from the physical position. Compared to unspeakable enemies, these monsters can stand in front of them in front of them, and they can be considered lucky.

A new rustle sounded in the ears of the mysterious expert. As if hearing the murmur of such a communication, the slender and tall silhouette hidden in the gray mist stood up, and then the mysterious expert realized that his previous judgment of the height of this silhouette was wrong, because, when it stood up, it was already more than three meters tall, and the place that seemed to be its arms was split into multiple strips like squid tentacles, and the lower body took on a restrained, fixed form on the ground. It didn't move quickly, as if it had been woken up, and the occultist believed that as long as he didn't stop just now, he could definitely get past the clumsy thing, but it didn't seem to be possible now, and he wasn't going to do that.

Running away may be able to save your life for a while, but it is definitely not the best choice for what you and others want to do, and subconsciously take responsibility for yourself. Combat is necessary and inevitable, and when the enemy is determined to solve all problems with combat, there is no one in front of him in this battle, and it is precisely because of this clear recognition that the occult expert must remain on this obviously unnatural rooftop.

The sense of crisis is like a pinprick, a sense of urgency, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump, so that no matter how many times the occultist encounters similar situations, he cannot fully adapt to them. He felt that he could survive the mysterious events of the past, and luck was the majority, and all the luck at that time was to bring him to this moment, to join this battle - like a fate that had to be completed, like the last scene of his own in the stage script.

If you are bound to die in this scene, then how do you want to die the most? And what is your opponent? What is the end of these opponents? If you think about it from this point of view, the occult expert naturally wants an ending like a tragic hero - in a dead place where there is no choice, in the face of an advantageous enemy, he fights with all his might, and the final result may be death, but he can leave a little advantage for others, or regain a little disadvantage, in short, if he really wants to die in this battle, then his death should not be insignificant in the balance of the overall strategy.

So, the occult expert thought about what he wanted: an opponent with enough weight, an opponent who could defeat it, whether he lived or died.

In the gray mist, the strange eyes blinked, and the malice contained in them had overflowed from the inhuman pupils, as if at a certain moment, they would be overwhelming, from all directions, pouring down towards the mysterious expert. Even so, the occultist's attention was still focused on the tall silhouette directly opposite him, obscured by the gray mist, something that only had a human form but was by no means human, and the mere stiff lines that were faintly visible were enough for the occultist to understand what kind of enemy it was—a physical being.

For him, such an enemy is indeed full of weight. Compared to the number of mysterious experts on his side, there are only five primal bodies that have invaded this area, which is exactly half of his own people, and the probability of being able to face such an enemy is only one in two.

The half, for most occultists, is an elegant, philosophical proportion, as crisp as life or death, positive and negative, yes and no, and full of a rhythm that interweaves and rotates, like the spiral form of human genes, alluding to the source and essence of life. One in two is 50 percent, and more than 50 percent of the probability is often seen as a success, and less than that is more considered a failure, so exactly 50 percent gives a wonderful sense of uncertainty, neither success nor failure, as if fate will show itself here, and the power of the self will be magnified as a result.

There are even mysterious experts who believe that there is absolutely no one like them who does not like "one in two".

The mystical expert's heart fluttered in the face of this physical life that gave birth to a sense of comedy and wonder that gave birth to a "half", and he knew very well that behind the tension was an excitement, and now, he did not want to take a single step out of this battle, nor did he want to occupy the so-called first hand advantage in such a sense of tension that seemed to be broken—he felt that he should wait for the other party to fully reveal his body and confirm the will of both sides, and then declare it with a frontal attack.

Of course, occult experts are well aware that this is a very naïve idea. However, when he was placed on this stage, of course he would want more than that, it was a dramatic performance, and he naturally thought about it and looked forward to it. He never thought that he would have such an idea one day, but he no longer wondered why he had such an idea.

He accepted this fateful arrangement.

In the midst of this blazing gaze, a heavy hum similar to that of a vortex engine appeared on the platform, and the mysterious expert did not tell where the sound was coming from, but he naturally sensed that the gray fog was rapidly fading because of this sound. It was as if a spoon had scooped out a piece of the cake, and the strange eyes that grew out of the gray mist seemed to be dodging, fleeing to other areas with a thicker gray mist, so that the rooftop seemed to be swept away, and became a clean, undisturbed, rather "somewhat sacred" stage. There are only two clowns on this stage: a humanoid being, a human mystical expert.