The last time I met Novsky, I was still at a disadvantage, and if Tomie hadn't participated in the battle, I would probably have to run for my life, but this time when we met again, it was defeated in an instant. I don't feel like I'm stronger than I used to be, it's just that I did my best in the past, but I just tried my best, and it's hard for me to understand what Tomie's "simple fighting" looks like, but now I know it for myself. Even in the past, I used to fight under overload, but now I feel completely different from the past.

Overload can make people fearful, and the never-ending mysterious power will also produce great fear after every logical thought. This fear is so deep that it is sometimes imperceptible to the subjective consciousness, but every action of the body is curbed by this fear.

Fear, which is the embodiment of a self-defense instinct, resists every action that may destroy itself, and it is a safety gate for fragile human beings, for every normal intelligent life.

I know that this fear is extremely important for survival.

However, I deeply feel that when I break through this fear and go beyond the subjective consciousness of "doing my best" to fight, it actually means that I have really reached the point of exhaustion.

Even now, when I knocked down Novsky, I don't have any joy, and my great sense of fear has never been removed. This fear is so chaotic that I can't even discern the origin of each of its components, but the body no longer trembles, not because the fear has been overcome, but simply because there is no room for trembling.

In my body. Fear is like the strongest force. It transcends all thoughts, transcends pain, transcends despair, transcends hope, transcends all good and evil thoughts. I feel both body and soul in this fear**, if I can. I don't want to endure all this anymore, but isn't it because I don't have a choice?

It is precisely because it is something that cannot be done with all your might, so it is necessary to reach a deeper darkness than "do your best".

I heard Novsky's **. It's just as painful and full of unbelievable feelings. Only at this time, it was named Novsky more like a person.

I threw it on the ground and it felt like it was out of breath. Hysterically shouting: "Blame, monster! You monster! ”

I am so sensitive to emotions like "fear" that I can appreciate the intensity of this emotion in its heart more than ever before. It's a monster, but like a human, it sees me as a "monster". It is as if our position is reversed at this moment.

It suddenly became so fragile. It's as if it used to be powerful is just a joke. But for me, no matter how it behaves. None of them can make me shake in the slightest. Fear has filled my body and mind, making me powerless to think about these things.

I just flicked my wrist, and the incredible force swept through the ashes, and a new serrated broadsword condensed in my hand. I swung the broadsword hard, and the serrations made a sharp sound and began to spin.

Mars splashed again. I don't know if it's my delusion. The serrated broadsword on this side seemed to be more ferocious than the previous one, it looked like a monster chewing, and the harsh, sharp sound of metal grinding against each other was the sound of its teeth rubbing against each other.

I stared at Novsky, who no longer had features. But it made me feel like it was avoiding my sight. There shouldn't be much to frighten it in this apocalyptic illusion, but the fear it exudes at this time is like a cowardly person seeing something terrible.

My left eye was beating wildly, and the sound of silence sounded in my heart and in my ears.

I didn't pay attention to it, I just walked up step by step.

As if with all his strength, Novsky got up from the ground and fled. In the last battle, its movements were difficult to capture even with chain checks. Nowadays, however, its movement is a very straight line in the chain judgment, as if it can only escape along this straight route, and cannot turn left or right.

All its movements were so clear that the fear it had brought was as small as a speck of dust compared to the fear that filled my body and mind at this time.

It is becoming weak in fear. And I, who was suffering more fears than it, seemed to have become even stronger.

I wiped my nosebleed again, this time from the corner of my eye, and when I wiped it off, everything I saw in my left eye was stained with blood.

I don't feel any pain anymore. However, the very phenomenon of being "hurt" can calm my mind. The power that comes with fear is terrifying, it is impossible for it to appear in human beings, I have carried it, and I have survived, if there are no side effects, then, will I no longer be human at that time?

When I became like this, I felt that I was losing a lot of what I had to be human. When fear completely overwhelms everything, and people can no longer feel their own hope, despair, blood, and melancholy, and remain in a calm state where there is nothing but fear, then I myself am only the embodiment of terror.

Suddenly, I understood why Novsky, who had become a monster, acted more like a person in the face of me at this moment.

It must be because I'm more of a monster than I am at this moment.

I couldn't see myself as I was, I felt like I was still in human form, I hadn't changed into something strange from my appearance, but maybe what Novsky saw was not my appearance, but something more essential. This kind of thing, which I have become accustomed to, or rather, in the state of the moment, is considered normal, but in its eyes, it is not so.

So, at this moment, what kind of image is I in its eyes?

Novsky was running fast, however, in this straight line, invisible high-speed passages connected us to each other.

Where can this go? I asked silently. Of course there was no answer.

Armed with a serrated broadsword and shield, I galloped again.

Novsky's figure flickered, and every flicker made me feel that it was doing something, but, in observation. The effect of those things was not reflected at all. For its part, it may have avoided it as much as possible, and perhaps, in its perception, it is not running "in a straight line". However, in my observations, it was only a flickering figure, and other than that, it did not suddenly disappear. There was also no sudden change of direction.

In scientific theories, "dimensionality reduction" is very terrifying, although it can be analyzed by various formula theories, what will happen to the existence after dimensionality reduction, and what kind of situation will be faced. However, because no one has experienced it personally, the world after dimensionality reduction is only in the imagination.

I call this power of Novsky "dimensionality reduction". However, it is of course impossible to confirm whether it is the "dimensionality reduction" in scientific theory. Because. Where this power comes from is mysterious.

Because it is "mysterious", even if such and such a situation is happening in front of you, you can't really understand it, but you can only feel it and adapt to it. Think of it as a fait accompli.

When the entangled mystery exceeds a certain boundary, all phenomena are ambiguous, unreasonable, inexplicable, and cannot be analyzed by logic. This is me in this battle. The thing that I realized most profoundly.

Three breaths, I've caught up with Novsky. I don't think I'm speeding up, but I don't feel like I'm running too slowly. In fact, it is impossible to judge how fast he and Nofsky were, because there were not enough references, by observation. The only thing that can be confirmed is that "I caught up with Novsky in three breaths".

Novsky screamed, as if some curtain had been torn open to reveal something behind him. Once again, I observed the altar at the top of the hill, as if it had been hidden behind this curtain. Novsky's body deflected, and it finally changed direction, and the serrated broadsword I swung merely grazed his body. Even so, Novsky was still like a fluttering puppet, blown by a hurricane, and was immediately lifted to the ground more than ten meters away.

Novsky looked embarrassed. In fact, it can't make an "embarrassed" expression, and there are not many wounds on its body, so I can only say that I think its whole body exudes such an "embarrassed" atmosphere.

I didn't pursue it any further, because something else had already been seen in the chain decision observations. I can't describe what kind of expression it is, the three-dimensional image of points and lines in my mind is very complex, these points and lines are always changing, complex and regular, and this complex law will actually produce some kind of fluctuations due to new phenomena of motion. This kind of fluctuation, in this complex change, is like a log hidden in the woods.

I could feel new wood in the woods, but I couldn't tell where it was. If the new movement that is being generated is brought by a mysterious expert, then the other party must be very strong.

The source of the movement became clearer and clearer, for their movement became stronger by the proximity, and by the time I noticed them, the chain judgment observations had marked them separately.

100 meters, 80 meters, 60 meters...... Then, break into the clearest 50-meter range. They leapt from the top of the hill and occupy several positions, each taking several directions, overlooking the altar. At this time, even if I don't have to judge Liansu, I can feel that my eyes are focused on myself and Novsky, who is more than ten meters away.

I stuck my serrated broadsword into the ground and looked up at the new intruders. The Hilltop Altar is so important, and it's not something that can only be occupied by Area 51, everything going on here concerns all the mysterious organizations and every mysterious expert who enters the nightmare, so it's not surprising to me to see anyone else at this time.

A group of long-lost acquaintances. Including the NOG team, those characters who are regarded as leading figures, such as the commander-in-chief "Rivet", unexpectedly, he actually arrived here.

Marceau and Father Edward finally appeared.

They have different positions, different philosophies, and even hostile positions in the apocalyptic vision, but they have joined forces, and they have already joined forces to find trouble. I felt that their gaze, like a spotlight, swept back and forth with Novsky, and they spent the most time on me.

"It looks miserable, Destiny Child of District 51." The same NOG team, a former companion, but now can't be named by a female mystery expert said.

Novsky was silent, seemingly without any intention of justifying.

"What an unexpected deviation that led to a terrible monster." The man who looked like the torchlight stared at me.

"The ceremony is almost complete, and before that, we have an agreement." "No matter how big the deviation is, as long as the ritual can be done, it doesn't matter. ”

"However, it looks like District 51 still doesn't have the capacity to complete the ritual." Someone else said in a deliberately sarcastic tone: "We didn't come here to pick peaches of our own volition, it's just that if we don't come, you will look like you're going to be killed by Mr. Takakawa, Novsky." ”

Was this group there to ensure that the sacrificial ritual took place? However, whether this is the whole reason or not, it is also reasonable. Although the plan itself was carried out by mutual agreement, and as far as I am aware, there was no verbal or paper covenant to be agreed upon, I do not think it is surprising that anything has changed without my knowledge.

The appearance of this group of people here can prove that District 51 has run out of oil and dried up?

"I'll leave it to you." Novsky said this suddenly, and disappeared into light. I could catch up with him, but I had to guard against the new ones, and there was no shortage of monsters of Nofsky's level, or even more powerful. If you have to fight, it must be more dangerous and cruel than the battle you just had. However, judging by their attitude, as long as I don't continue to do things that are detrimental to the ceremony, they will continue to remain silent.

Indeed, in terms of the needs of the parties and the situation they have to face, the fighting at this moment is not worth the cost. So, when Nofsky first appeared, he also had the idea of talking to me, but I didn't want to talk to him at all. The previous battle had caused many cracks in the altar, and the huge magic array had been cut into pieces, and it was still running, but it was impossible to tell if it would be suspended in the following battle due to greater destruction.

"Mr. Takakawa, your anger is also out, how about you be quiet for a while? If you want to fight, you can fight more happily later. Rivet said to me first.

I didn't answer, but I drew my serrated broadsword, put it on my shoulder, and walked toward a corner of the altar. (To be continued......)