The struggle of ideology, the struggle of ideas, all the elements that make up the "self" are also fighting, and these invisible and formless wounds are more frightening than physical wounds. I don't know exactly how many Nazi soldiers and security guards I killed, they seemed to be never-ending, and the killing they brought was monotonous and mechanical. I became involved in this war, becoming a screw in it, and in the super-giant sacrificial ritual I imagined, the observation of the self and the logical self-consistency of the observation was becoming monotonous. There is a limit to a person's imagination, and the longer I stay on this battlefield, the more clearly I can feel this - every time I am logically self-consistent, every time I think, I am squeezing my imagination and logical thinking ability, when my imagination begins to dry up, logical thinking ability can no longer produce more contradictions, all the things that can be thought about are like being compressed into only a few problems - these problems seem to be the ultimate problems of philosophy, but I think, This is only the ultimate within the limits of one's own cognition and thinking, not the ultimate in the true sense.

I don't know how long it has passed, and it has become more and more difficult for me to find something novel from my imagination and thinking. Whether it's what you think you understand, or what you can't understand, it's repeating it over and over again. I just felt like a fish swimming in a drying waterway, and without a new source of water, I just felt that my shelter was getting narrower and more muddy. I could clearly feel that my mind was starting to stiffen, and the more I tried to think, the more I felt like my head was being caught.

My body was still breathing, my metabolism was still being strained, and all my physiological activities were not slowed down by the injury, but became more and more intense. On the contrary, all activities at the level of spiritual consciousness are like rusting machines, constantly crunching. I feel that my current predicament is unavoidable, but if I had more knowledge and more active inspiration, I would have delayed this feeling.

I can't solve such an attack, I can't see the enemy who launches it, all the mysterious forces can't lock on to a specific target. What was the use of killing Nazi soldiers and security guards? The pressure on me from the level of thought and consciousness has never been weakened by the reduction of the number of individual enemies. Self-observation cannot fundamentally expand the imagination and solve the problem of thinking and thinking, so it cannot reverse this invisible and formless danger.

This invisible attack was so effective that it even made me wonder if the Doomsday Shinrikyo had planned to defeat me in such a way, so it didn't send out the final weapon. I must admit that under such tremendous pressure, I would prefer that my opponent be a final weapon that can be seen and touched, rather than such an erosion of the ideological level.

I can't see the end anyway. I could feel the direction of my other self, but even if I kept moving in that direction — I don't know how long it had been — it was still the black Nazi soldiers and security guards who stood in my way. I felt like I was going crazy, my imagination, my thinking skills, my sense of self, as if it had been emptied, leaving only a shriveled outer skin. If you don't think about it, if you don't think about it......

If you don't think about it, why don't you take a break——?

I almost subconsciously stopped thinking and suddenly struggled out of this seductive behavior, and even then, I couldn't confirm how long I had stopped thinking, and when I looked back, I could clearly feel a blank insertion in my memory. What did you do in this blank time? And what was done? It's completely impossible to know. All I know is that when I forcibly came to my senses, I was still killing enemies in front of me, left and right, as if even when I stopped thinking, my body was still driven by a kind of inertia to do such things.

I knew that I was likely to suddenly stop thinking again and fall into the void of being unconscious. When all my conscious actions cease, even if my body is still active, my "Takakawa" will cease to exist. This fate may not have a direct impact on others, but the impact on the final Takakawa plan can be quite fatal.

In Dorothy and the color scheme, such a situation was certainly not envisaged, because, in every doomsday fantasy in the past, there was always only one "Takakawa". I hope now that when Dorothy and Seki were targeting "E" and denying that I was "Takakawa", they also imagined that I would disappear like this. Their final Takakawa plan should be strict, and they should know what the impact of my disappearance will be if I am not simply a puppet of "Jiang", but also a puppet of "Takakawa".

If before, I thought I was a fish struggling in a waterway that was gradually drying up, now, I feel that the waterway has completely dried up. My consciousness was blurring, not in the past as if I was in a nightmare, nor in the confusion of sleep, but a heartfelt and complete feeling that I was fading away. The self may still exist when one is unable to know oneself, but now, I feel that the act of self-knowledge is weak because the "self" is gradually disappearing.

Where did the vanished "self" go? What has become? I couldn't feel it at all, maybe it was ...... It is becoming part of the sacrificial ritual.

"I'm going to disappear......" In the depths of my heart, I heard the voice of my own weak heart, as if from the depths of the distant darkness of my heart, there were other voices, but I could no longer hear clearly.

I don't know when I have been standing in this darkness, I know that this is my own mind, and this space that is obviously dark is also becoming thin. It's not what I'm seeing directly, it's what I'm feeling, and it's fading. I tried to find the existence of the "river" here, just like in the past, at the bottom of that dark and deep abyss, to feel its pulsation. However, I didn't find it, I feel like it's always been here, and it always tells me with its presence that it's here. But now, I can't find it.

I'm completely left with myself, and now, it seems like I'm going to have to be gone.

I tried to think about it, but what should I think about at this time? When I was thinking, I felt like a mentally ill person, but when I couldn't even think, I wasn't even a "mentally ill person" anymore. If, if...... At the end of this last, I still have to say one word to whom, then, perhaps, it is:

- Eat me, Takagawa.

Eat me, and then I'll still be a part of Takakawa.

If, if it's still too late...... It turned out that this is the deviation of "Takakawa", which turned out to be here, in such a way......

The last moment when I can still feel myself is the little spark that swayed in a trance before the candle went out, and after the first light there was complete darkness.

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The heart is beating violently, no, it's not the physical heart beating, it's the center of the mind, the part of the heart that's throbbing. Takakawa felt that something bad was happening, but he couldn't guess what it was with his intuition. He knew that the battlefield was changing dramatically, for in that unknown corner, the Torchlight was completing the last ritual of deviation. This time, the torchlight has invested all its might, and it will inevitably create unprecedented "deviations", and it will inevitably affect every factor on this battlefield. Where it could have been predicted, what was logical, what should have been, all of which would have changed in some way and unpredictably.

Torchlight has always been a core member of the NOG, and Takakawa does not intend to doubt the position of those people in addition to creating deviations, and it is even conceivable that when they create this strongest "deviation", it is likely that they subjectively want to use the "deviation" to reverse all the factors in the enemy's favor. All the mystical experts who know about the Torchlight, and even the Torchlight itself, know very well that the "deviations" they create do not distinguish between friend and foe, and will not only lead the enemy into unfavorable deviations, but also their own own unfavorable deviations.

It's just that, even if you don't create deviations, the enemy now has an advantageous position. If you create a deviation, you may be able to have a kind of luck, and you can make the enemy suffer more seriously when you hurt others and yourself.

However, this kind of fluke has never been seen in the past so many years of Torchlight's actions. Prosthetic Takakawa didn't expect them to succeed this time, on the contrary, probably no one would have expectations for the Torchlight Deviation Ritual to be in a good direction except for the Torchlight itself.

The only thing that is certain is that the situation, which is gradually becoming clear, will once again descend into chaos. All the order that should have been formed will once again fall into chaos.

Prosthetic Takakawa never had the idea of being lucky, and felt that he would not be affected. And, as it has been proven, the impact is already happening. An incredible monster that has never been seen before, so powerful that even the Three Immortals Island can't handle it.

The sudden palpitations that appear now must also be the cause of the influence of deviation that has once again changed a bad aspect of my side.

The impact of "deviation" is such a surprise to people, because what can be prevented in advance is simply "deviation".

What's going on? This feeling...... It's like knowing what you have forgotten, but it is difficult to remember what you have forgotten in the first place.

Prosthetic Takakawa clung to the pipes that penetrated his body, and the pain from his body gave him a feeling that he could lighten the burden on his mental consciousness, which he felt was an illusion.

His will emerged from his heart, and transformed into a signal that shuttled through the prosthetic body and pipelines, spreading across the vast island of the Three Immortals. Countless pop-up windows of information that only he could see unfolded in front of his eyes. The response from the Three Immortals was so swift that the Nazi soldiers and security guards who had gone after them were crushed to death like ant colonies as they flew on the new route. The Three Immortals Island has an essence that exceeds the accumulation of the number of individuals on both sides, and without the Three Immortals Island, the prosthetic Takagawa would not feel that he would be able to easily survive on such a terrible battlefield.

The mysterious phenomenon that occurred on this battlefield seems chaotic, but in the statistics of the Three Immortals Island, it is complex and orderly. With powerful observation and computing power, as well as the height of mystery, 99% of the mysterious phenomena that seem to be produced in disorder on this battlefield can be classified, and although it is impossible to analyze the process of their generation, they can roughly identify the effects that these mysterious phenomena can produce within the observable range. Analyzing the results alone, there is no doubt that this is a super-gigantic ritual structure—for all the observable effects, and the meanings conceivable from them, are taken together to fill essentially the essential and extended nature necessary for a sacrificial ritual.

The whole battlefield is a part of the sacrificial ritual, in which the various acts of struggle, acts of rescue, acts of seeming madness, etc., all the actions and the meanings of the ways of acting, and even the meaning of each camp when distinguishing camps on a macroscopic scale, and the meaning of each individual itself. All the parts that can be observed and analyzed can rise to the metaphysical level, and then coexist in a contradictory and unified way, and become one in a philosophical sense.

It has been assumed from the beginning that this war is inevitable, and that the Doomsday Shinrikyo will inevitably use it, and what has been observed, understood, and felt today has all confirmed this conjecture.

Defeated and sealed the incredible monster, leaving the prosthetic Takagawa bruised, but after that, there was no enemy of the same level on this battlefield. However, if this incredible monster itself is regarded as a "deviation", then the prosthetic Takakawa has to wonder if he has really solved the "deviation". In this huge vortex of gunsmoke, death, and mystery, it is likely that something is happening somewhere else that cannot be observed, and is the act of defeating this incredible monster yourself also part of the "deviation"?

He knows very well that deviation will have a chain reaction, and any action that seems right may become a link in deepening it.

What is the depth and intensity of the deviation ceremony of the torchlight, if you do not participate in the scene of the deviation ceremony for the first time, you can only know from the subsequent chain reaction by bearing the pressure brought by it.

However, the current situation ...... Although it is difficult to imagine, however, the young Takakawa, who carries the "river", does not seem to be able to prevent the completion of the deviation ceremony.

“…… Young Takakawa? When this image flashed through the mind of the prosthetic Gao Chuan, there was a goosebump in his heart.