I and the alienated right river are suspended in the air, opposite each other. I just felt that I was stepping on black smoke clouds under my feet, and my cloak was covering the sky, just like the fierce horn in the occult of the Central Duchy that harnessed the demon wind and came with a spear in hand. And the female body in front of her looked at it with that terrifying gaze, and the wind whistling between the heavens and the earth was also set off weak. The left eye twitched for a moment, and then it froze at the angle of facing me, and I seemed to see my own figure from the depths of the pupil, and the figure also had a left eye, and the glow revealed a little terrifying red light. My perception of myself was similar to the hallucinatory figure of my self that I saw in the pupil of my left eye, which was almost indistinguishable—I could scarcely distinguish between what I saw, what I felt, the first instinct that I generated, and the scene that I had in my mind as if it were real and which was illusory.

My hallucination and reality, as if from the distant past, have been confused. The world I see, no matter which world, is like the moonlight in a lake. However, even if it's just a mirror, there must be a real thing somewhere.

I can't see, I can't imagine, I'm struggling with this dream, but I have power. There is such a power that can play a role in such a world where it is impossible to distinguish between the unreal and the unreal.

Alienated Youjiang is like a monster in human skin, Sitianyuan Gacoco and Novsky and others, all of whom have become monsters after people go crazy, and now I feel that I am a monster who thinks I am a human being.

"None of the people here are complete people." I said to myself, holding up my spear. There are legends of various martial arts in the central principality, and Tomie's pure fighting style must be proficient in spears and spears. But I haven't practiced how to use this weapon, compared to the legendary gun-gun fighting skills. I only have speed and rhythm, I only know how to smash, block, poke, sweep, and only know the rough way that any child would use.

However, as long as you are a child of the Central Duchy, you must have longed for the style of lifting a horse and a horizontal spear, and it must be in fantasy. I have looked for the power that is like a dragon coming out of a hole, burning the plains, burning mountains and dividing the sea.

Maybe I'm fantasizing, maybe what I see at this time is just the illusion I want to see, to prove that I am very powerful, but these fantasies and illusions will inevitably be in this world where reality and illusion are intertwined. Be my power manifestation.

Therefore, when I felt that I was wearing armor and stepping on the wind and clouds, carrying this three-zhang red silk spear, even if the enemy in front of me was so terrifying and so incomparably powerful, in my heart, the will to fight was never extinguished. My heart lake. It's not water that's flowing, it's oil. And this oil, ignited by the fear brought by this enemy, burned brightly.

The quark is soaring, my chain judgment, with the help of its eyes and posture, looking down from the sky. Shroud the field.

Every trace of wind flows, every grain of sand floats, the rootless thing drifts, and every move of people and non-people, and even every breath. Every blink of an eye, every flutter of a hair, turned into information, in an indescribable intuition, to form the answer I needed.

Alienated Youjiang took off the red scarf that had been wrapped around her neck - even in the midst of the fierce battle before, she only hugged her arms, still hunting me and Novsky with this deep red wanton and arrogant, and now, she finally took it down, and I felt that she would use this terrible weapon for the first time, with her deep malice. I haven't forgotten that the prototype of this crimson scarf was a huge magic circle that once captured the moon god and forcibly transformed it, which was the same as the eye of the moon, and it was impossible to guess how strange it was.

The red scarf looks like a fabric, but it is not, it is just a phenomenon that is temporarily presented in front of people's eyes in this physical form. Even if it is regarded as a weapon, it is at least at the level of a critical weapon, and it is more likely to be above this.

I don't have a critical weapon in my hand, and I haven't seen the mysterious experts who invaded this Las Vegas repeater have brought it.

I've always felt that this is the flaw in my fighting ability, but now I don't feel that way. Just because, I think, after that mutation and pursuit again and again, I have gathered many "mes" that once existed, gathered quarks and Carmen, and finally became the self I am today, which is the strongest posture ever.

With a move in the hand of the alienated Youjiang, the red scarf seemed to have lost the texture of the real thing, lost its long shape, and turned into a hazy misty red. The red color quickly stained the space in all directions, like a drop of ink falling into water, and suddenly it dispersed, dyeing a glass of water its color.

I heard the crows chirping, as if only I could hear them, the hoarse, terrible, ominous, menacing cry.

I "saw" in my mind the process of being dyed red like an illusion. I saw that in this process, because of the chaotic sequence and different rhythms, the gaps in speed and range were created, so that fragmented and invisible high-speed passages were inserted into these gaps. The creation and disappearance of these gaps are disorderly, chaotic, and difficult to determine the specific time and place. However, the invisible high-speed channel, which is already broken and presented in fragments, appears synchronously at the moment when the voids are formed, and disappears with the disappearance of these gaps.

Each appearance and disappearance of this invisible passage fragment is an attempt to connect itself.

The process is very fast, and in just a snap of a finger, the pieces are connected together, becoming a passage that only exists between moments.

I threw myself into it at this moment, stepping on the gray and black smoke and fire, and rushed into the side of the alienated Youjiang in one go. With a wave of his hand, the spear turned into a crumbling afterimage and smashed down on the head. At this moment, the skill of the alienated right Jiang was slower than mine, but her left eye deflected a few times, but it was synchronized with my movements. I just felt as if I was in a trance, forgetting all the tricks I had prepared. But the image in my mind didn't disappear - there were a pair of eyes high up, observing the battlefield.

In the next moment, the speed of the alienated right river was the same as mine. With the help of the chain judgment that extended to Quark, I could "see" how she gave way sideways and brushed by the falling spear. As soon as she leaned over, she disappeared in front of her eyes, taking her place in her original position, leaving only the crimson that suddenly burst out.

I woke up from my trance, the mist-like crimson had already rushed in front of me, and the newly created invisible high-speed passage fragments were also connected at this moment, stretching this thrilling moment to a safe range. I turned and walked away, sprinting away. The world is slowing down. The alienated right river had disappeared before, but had never left Quark's observation, and when she arrived behind Novsky as if she had teleported, I also followed the invisible high-speed passage, in what they felt as "instant", behind her.

The range of the three of us, what quarks had observed, was in a mirror image of my mind. It's like it's collapsing from a three-dimensional to a flat surface, and it's at the junction of this change. Invisible high-speed corridor debris also penetrates this gap at the junction. And what also seeped into it was the dark red that seemed to be in a no-man's land, like a mist and a phantom. Gaps, penetration, rhythm overlap, velocity presentation, etc. can be experienced and observed. There is a strong sense of immediacy. I suddenly felt that once I was touched by this crimson, even the invisible high-speed passage would produce some kind of out-of-control anomaly.

The invisible high-speed passage is inserted in the form of fragments, in the form of fragments, in each change of the crimson that spreads out, and exists in the gaps of these changes. However, the phenomenon of Novsky's dimensionality reduction is inevitably impregnated by this red at the time of change.

At this moment, Novsky had turned into a light man, and he didn't even look behind him. Although it was half a beat slower than the speed of me and the alienated Youjiang at this time, it still moved to the junction of the plane and the three-dimensional before the alienated Youjiang made further movements. My spear pierced the vest of the alienated Youjiang to surround Wei and save Zhao, but she grabbed it with her backhand and pinched the blade.

As soon as I twisted the shaft of the spear, the pole rotated sharply, and the red silk of the three zhang turned into a shadow, enveloping the alienated right river.

At this moment, Novsky broke into the junction of dimensionality reduction, but at this junction, which had been dyed red, it was like walking into a photograph, and he himself became a flat image. On the contrary, I and the alienated Youjiang, who broke into the dimensionality reduction range, did not produce any abnormalities in the quark's observations, just like the dimensionality reduction phenomenon of the original huge range, which reversed and contracted at this moment, all focused on Novsky.

I didn't bother to complete the offensive, and when the alienated right river was surrounded by the shadow of red silk, I jumped into the newly created invisible high-speed passage, and at the same time as Novsky became a plane, I pierced through the obviously abnormal crimson plane, and dragged Novsky out of it. While dimensionality reduction is Novsky's forte, I'm not sure if he has the ability to get out of that apparently different plane than usual.

"You look like you've become a card character." I still have plenty of time to speak. However, it is not known whether Novsky can hear clearly. He was just a little dazed, as if his head wasn't working yet. I don't think it's because of the frustration of his confidence, but because of the ability to "lock in his mind" at the same time.

Before Novsky woke up from his trance, I fell into a trance again. Even so, there was still a new vision in my mind, which prevented me from falling into complete ignorance - the alienated Youjiang figure fluttered, saying fast or not, slow or not, in the blink of an eye over the crimson plane, reaching out and picking it up like a card, and on this special "card", the image of a monster was being formed.

I don't know what she's doing, but it's certainly not a good thing. The image of that monster is familiar to the eye just by its outline. Before my trance ended, another will was transmitted from the quark far away in the sky, and the body was like a marionette, moving at a high speed in the observation of the quark. It was as if the quark and I were divided into two complementary parts of a unified will, and when one was targeted, the other could continue to function.

I feel that I wake up from a trance, but I don't feel alienated from the puppet-like behavior in the trance, which is a very strange feeling - I know that I can "see" myself in a trance, what kind of trance feeling, I also feel it personally, and I also know that when my head is in a trance, it only receives information, but does not function, but the perception of "knowing" is contradictory to the feeling of "trance".

Perhaps, others will have an explanation, but I have not thought about whether there is any truth in the essence of this contradiction.

In the acceleration, I took the lead and swept the spear towards the cards in the hand of the alienated Youjiang, but I adjusted the speed and angle of the shot in a slight amplitude halfway. Alienated Youjiang had synchronized my speed before I caught up, but she couldn't catch my rhythm at the first time, and her reaction was not unpleasant, it was the last moment, the fastest speed I reached, but in this moment of adjustment, I was determined to observe the route by chain.

The acceleration after observing the route was only produced by a fraction of a distance, and at this moment, I was still faster than the Alienated Right River. Because the distance is so short, even if she synchronizes this speed in the next moment, it still can't make up for the shortened distance, and there is no time to adjust the route that has been locked by observation.

Her wrist slammed, and although she let go of the blade of the spear, the card-like plane in her hand was swept away. As soon as the three-zhang red silk on the shaft of the spear was rolled, it blocked her vision, and it still fell from the card-like plane to the ground a few meters away.

At the moment when the plane and the ground touched, the plane cracked like fragile glass, and the monster on the "card surface" stretched out its claws from it, and as soon as it pierced through the crack in the plane, it immediately became three-dimensional and fierce, clenched into a fist, and smashed towards the alienated right river mercilessly.

Of course, this blow was ineffective, and the figure of the alienated Youjiang was once again replaced by crimson, and the claws of the clenched fist smashed into the crimson, and in less than a blink of an eye, it was impregnated with a thin layer of red, and the joints involuntarily broke in reverse, making a tooth-souring sound. Even so, the card-like plane was completely shattered by this blow, and the monster manifested itself in the three-dimensional world, which made people realize that it was a full ten meters tall.

It wasn't the "luna" I thought it was, intuitively more like the more familiar Grey Mist Demon.

A thought crossed my mind, and I thought that this guy was Father Sissen. (To be continued.) )