The pillar of light became as transparent as glass, and I felt that it was loose and fragile, as if it had been filled with too many cavitations, and like a faint light refracted repeatedly in a glass tube, and the white color was split out in the refraction, forming a rich and changing color. At this time, the pillar of light was weak and beautiful, and everything surrounded by this pillar of light, within 10,000 meters, from the earth to the sky, was dyed with a layer of magnificent color. Whether it is the cold and hard body life and safety guard, or the eerie and evil Shinrikyo of Doom wizard, or the super-gathered Saya who pokes down half of his body from a deep hole in the sky, and the alienated Youjiang who has drained the alienated flesh and blood and stood up from the flying ash and gray mist, they all lost their hideous appearance from their own appearance at this moment.

Yet, terror still grows, and madness still howls in the wind. When I see things that look beautiful on the outside, and I can't change my intuition to feel all this, I feel uneasy from the bottom of my heart. The breath of air I didn't breathe was like a deep malice, as if I was soaked in a swamp full of toxins, and the unpredictable but very ominous premonitions kept running through my mind, and my consciousness involuntarily thought about the worst outcomes, and irrepressibly gave birth to all kinds of negative emotions.

I felt like I was in a world that was slipping into the abyss at a rapid pace, and whether it was on the surface or not, on the inside it was bloated, rotten, and riddled with holes, and that there was no way to redeem it. I know very well that people always need some positive thoughts and emotions in order to allow themselves to survive with the most intense pursuits, and at this time the atmosphere on the peninsula, and an indescribable force, are forcibly distorting all positive things, and people involuntarily fall into the most pessimistic and desperate psychological state.

I don't know how many occultists have been through similar situations, but I don't think I'm going to lose out to any of the occultists here to get used to this hostile environment.

Even. It was such despair, pessimism, decay, as if everything was getting worse, that made me feel a sense of "back to my home turf".

I've been dealing with these unspeakable erosions for longer than I've been confronting mysterious phenomena that are rare and traceable.

I'm a little worried about Egawa. But her expression wasn't too moved. I don't know if she's really used to this kind of battlefield, but since she's joining the fight, whatever the reason, she must have something to rely on - and I think it probably has something to do with Dorothy. I don't want to go into these details, I just have a simple idea, I just want to get to know myself, friendly. and the people around you who you love, you can live to the end according to your own ideas in the midst of many conspiracies, in the uncontrollable collapse, in the apocalypse where anyone can make a wedding dress and any plan may deviate.

Yes, I know very well that there isn't much I can do. I've been trying to save something. I've done my best, and that's why. That's why I have to admit that there are many things that will develop to a different point than I expected. Acknowledging this reality, on this basis, to chase the faint hope, and to move forward in silence in despair, this is Takakawa's will. It's always been my will.

"Don't be afraid." I said to Egawa, but after a pause, a deeper emotion reversed my statement: "No, it's okay if you're afraid. Because, fear is a matter of course. However, there is one thing you have to remember, Egawa, I will stand in front of you. ”

I grabbed the spear with both hands and split it in two, and then the magic pattern kicked into action, absorbing more temporary data to hedge the aftermath, transforming the two spears into two willow-shaped broadswords. Just as I imagined, the knife was sharp and heavy, and the hideous blood groove was woven into a strange pattern on the surface of the knife, which even I did not understand the meaning of, but I just felt that this pattern released a heavy and powerful power in my heart. I've never been able to explain what "powerful" really is, and I only have a vague concept of "powerful" in my mind, and I can't even say what it's aimed at. The enemy I am dealing with is so complex and incomprehensible, and the "mightiness" I desire is born in response to this incomprehensibility, so I just feel that the "mightiness" that I feel from the pattern on the knife is the embodiment of this ambiguity -- incredible, I can't find a definite meaning, and there is no specific origin, but the meaning and origin are not important, and the process is not important, in short, it is the result of "being able to knock down the opponent".

In science, both dissection and understanding are extremely important. However, in the real-time battle, the enemy has gone beyond the scope of comprehension, and none of the powers that I can understand can be effective against the enemy, and the knowledge I rely on is not enough for me to analyze the enemy in the instant, so I must go beyond the limits of my own cognition and seek the power in the distant unknown.

What I hold in my hands is power, a mystery that I can't understand, a weapon that is finally shaped by the magic pattern technology of the ruling bureau, and the consciousness given by the "river". Maybe that's not enough, it's impossible to determine how much worse it is than the critical hedge weapon before the actual battle begins, but it's the limit I can reach at this moment. At the very least, I can be sure that when I grasped the twin knives, my heart was steady, as if I had found a small foothold in the erosion of fear and despair.

I didn't pay much attention to the changes in the pillar of light at this time, and all the people in it would only be enemies in more cases. I've never had the luxury of expecting allies, even if Jiangchuan is close at hand.

I was waiting, waiting for the silent trumpet gun to fire.

The wounds left by the previous battle had healed, and the consciousness level had been heavily strengthened, and I listened intently, the wind of despair howling, bringing a long breath. It was the alienated Youjiang breathing, and the breath she didn't swallow was like swallowing the whole world and spitting it out. The peninsula was still shaking in the impact and excavation of the black water, but at this moment, this vibration was like a reverence for the power poured out in the breath of the alienated Youjiang, the final weapon of the Nazis.

The expansion of the magic array has completely stopped, the texture inside is still refining, and the agitation of the black water seems to be trying to make the last ounce of strength to lay a stronger foundation for resisting the impending storm as much as possible. I saw the figures of mysterious experts one after another on the edge of this raging black stream. Novsky, Rivet, and Jointman, the three guys who sniped at the Alienated Right River with me, will not mention it for the time being. All the mysterious experts who had been hidden at the beginning of the appearance of the Alienated Right River also revealed their figures one by one. More people stayed on this peninsula than I had initially observed, from Area 51, from the various NOG alliances, and from the Repeater World itself. But at some point, he joined various mysterious organizations, and apparently started with Father Edward, but each did not belong to it...... In total, there are dozens of people.

I don't think the final number will be too different from the current number. Although, from the very beginning, there have been successive circumstances that have shown that it is impossible for me to find all the people who have survived on this peninsula. However, the war has progressed to the point where it is now, and each side's hole cards are probably almost over. All the plans that can give you an advantage should also be unsustainable. Although theoretically, the plan can be designed continuously, the resources available for its implementation are limited, and the height that the plan itself can reach is closely related to the height of the plan promoter himself.

I think, until now. Everyone is on the verge of the limit, and they are all in a situation where they are at this moment. The best you can be when you do your best. In this way, everyone who is in good shape will use the actual battle to measure their own best and the enemy's best, and which one will have the upper hand.

I closed my eyes and listened to the psychedelic sounds that permeated the temperature, the smell, the humidity. My brain can't understand it directly. However, the body naturally understands these vague signals. In the darkness, the observation scene of the chain judgment was not presented, but I felt that I understood the direction and movement of everyone in the distance. The emotions they exude also beat faintly in my heart in a way that seems to be felt.

The darkness is not nothing, but only covered by a deeper background.

The silence is not completely silent, but is only muffled by one's own voice.

I thought so. Then, I felt like I heard a crackling sound. I didn't open my eyes, but I knew that the increasingly fragile pillar of light had finally collapsed completely. In my imagination, it was a whirlpool of debris, a spill of light, and in a flash it pierced through all the gloomy and treacherous, making it impossible to hide from all that was hidden. The black water couldn't resist this impact, and the waves revealed the faces of wailing. The shock wave set off a hurricane, blowing in all directions, and when it picked up something that could not stand firmly, it fell into the distance, and there was a loud and crackling noise.

My cloak was swept up by the strong hurricane that blew it, and the sand lapped against my skin, and large rocks flew over my head and side, smashing farther away. The sound of gunfire, explosions, clashing, whistling, all kinds of sounds were like a storm of wind and waves, and in an instant they robbed all senses. I experienced it all in the dark, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but it was like a little bit of it.

The battle began.

Saya suddenly fell out of the deep hole in the sky, and it waved its arms like a hundred-story skyscraper sweeping, squeezing the air, and it shook its wings behind it, and there were more intense high-frequency sound waves that shattered the air. It was like a rampant natural disaster, and wherever she looked, there were more alienated flesh and blood breeding. At the same time, there are hundreds of wizards who concentrate on casting gray mist spells, and while all kinds of spell effects rain down, there are also lines connecting various wizards, using these wizards as the base point, outlining the outline of a large magic array like a battlefield. Dozens of figures were on the ground, either like a gale, or one step behind, galloping towards the core area of the super huge magic array, and countless ballistic trajectories rose from the ground, cutting through high and low arcs, gathering towards a center.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and in the violent turmoil, the invisible high-speed channel fragments were tumbling and connecting, and every second would be erased by the overly intense data hedging phenomenon, and every second was between the phenomenon and the phenomenon, between the creation and disappearance of the phenomenon, more fragments emerged, connecting into an ever-changing pathway.

The momentum of the encirclement is so fierce that it is hard to imagine what it is necessary to survive this offensive. However, even if it is a dense attack, there are still gaps, and even if the phenomenon is intense and secretive, it can still distinguish the moment when the tide rises and falls. The invisible high-speed passage of the swift sweep runs through all the crevices that I can feel and can be exploited. I felt that I could invade the near side of the Alienated Right River unscathed by just one leap. But I still resisted this impulse and observed the response of the alienated Youjiang from the perspective of a bystander.

Alienated Youjiang was in the midst of this attack in various forms, reaching out and grabbing the air. The red that permeated her surroundings instantly fell back into her hand and re-woven into the strange red scarf. Her movements were so fast, and the various phenomenal changes in her movements were commensurate with their swiftness, and in comparison, the fastest attacks were like a sluggish old turtle.

I think that only by jumping into the invisible high-speed passage immediately can I catch up with her shot. And no matter what kind of attack anyone but me is, it's only going to be a step slower. There's no evidence, that's what I think. The difference in speed was clear in my eyes, and before the attack arrived, the alienated Youjiang had already waved the reconstructed red scarf, like a silk ribbon in the hand of a beautiful dancer, the red scarf seemed to be extended and widened as if there was no end, although there was an obvious process, but this process occupied the upper hand of absolute speed compared to other processes.

I can't help but think of the myth of the Central Principality, the image of the one who can turn over the river and the sea and kill the huge monster with the red silk in her hand - the alienated right river did not turn the river and the sea, but the red scarf she wielded really turned the world upside down.

I don't know what kind of mystery is at play, I think it is probably the mystery of the red scarf, not the mystery of the alienation of Youjiang itself, in short, the phenomenon of heaven and earth turning is presented in front of me. The sense of gravity has changed, the sense of space has changed, and the sky is still overhead, but it makes people feel that they are standing upside down on the earth, and the sky below is endless. If it is described in a more scientific way, it is like the planet has lost its gravitational pull, and people seem to fall into the deep darkness of the universe if they are not careful.

At this time, the sky that can spread infinitely becomes an abyss that cannot be touched. As a result, all the attacks that have planned their trajectory are falling, and those attacks that seem to be able to change their routes on their own are also undergoing a huge shift, and the attacks that originally showed no signs are also forced to show their bodies, and there is such a power that is making things that are not traceable become traceable, and pulling away what is traceable.

Not all actors can always maintain their balance in this momentary change, and among all the beings who are not moved by this abnormal and violent phenomenon, the alienated Youjiang is the one who moves the fastest. She started a little earlier than anyone else, and no one could catch up with her after that.

Except, of course, for me. (To be continued.) )