Primitive life is really an extremely terrifying existence, excluding the hardness of its own structure, and the weapons it carries are at least close to the level of critical weapons, they are the existence of the collapse of the ruling bureau, and it is also a race that inherits the technical heritage of the ruling bureau and improves itself in a real sense. Their numbers are small and they cannot reproduce on their own, but their powerful "mystery" makes "quantity" lose its absolute meaning in front of their "quality". Preserving the information in my consciousness has always warned me of the power of this living being, but it is still at this moment in time that I really appreciate this power.

Directional Momentum Modification - The "mystery" brought about by the critical weapon held by this feminine physical creature in front of me makes my Speed Sweep Super no longer have an advantage, not that the Speed Sweep Super is no longer effective, but it is obvious that it cannot be used as smoothly as in the past. The invisible high-speed channel will be shattered by the flash of light that is emitted from nowhere, and even if the channel can be formed, the female body life that fights one-on-one with me can use the critical weapon in my hand to invade and eliminate the speed difference between each other. This is the first time I have encountered a situation where the temporary number jù hedge formed by my own superpower is corrected by another "mysterious".

It is no longer feasible to maintain the speed sweep super energy for a long time, and it seems that the counter can see through the formation of this invisible high-speed channel, and make targeted adjustments at all times. After obtaining the Speed Sweep Super, the rhythm that had been abandoned was picked up by me again at this moment, the fast and slow rhythm, the sudden turn, and the frequent turning of the Speed Sweep Super on and off through guò. It's like when I haven't obtained this super ability, I only rely on my own enhanced constitution to create the illusion of speed and rhythm gap, so as to disrupt the opponent's maneuver.

I walked up and down the platform, instinctively instinctively. Predict each crisis that will reach itself in less than a second, and then turn on the speed sweep super through guò, stretching this less than a second to complete more maneuvers. And the end of the speed sweep is also quite abrupt, if it is too late to close itself, the invisible high-speed channel will also be broken by the flash. Or it can be cracked by the critical weapon of the female body's life. From the moment I opened it to the time it was closed, I moved an average distance of about 100 meters.

At the beginning, I had to concentrate on adjusting the rhythm, and the attacks that came after me were not only the flashes of the same critical weapon power level and the critical weapons of the female body's life, but the wizards suspended in the air began to encircle and suppress me in addition to replenishing the vacancy in the magic array position. These wizards have seen the power and form of my critical weapon, and they are no longer concentrated in one place, they are scattered above the platform. And constantly bless each other with mobile spells. They are like electrons surrounding the nucleus of an atom, seemingly spinning, but their trajectories are formed in the form of "flashes". In my chain decision, their spawn position has not been repeated for thirty seconds, and their movement space is three-dimensional, not flat, and there are too many coordinates for them to exploit.

My chain of decisions can catch flashing wizards in the first place, and their movements seem to have no linear track. But it always has to appear in this space in a physical way. My sword-like critical weapon has a wide range of attacks, in terms of area covered. A single launch can always affect three or four wizards, and with the chain judgment, it can effectively grasp the coordinates of the plural number, as long as it is actually hit, the enemy has no chance of surviving. But the problem is that the formation process of the shock impact of the knife-shaped critical weapon takes a certain amount of time. Although it is fast compared to normal bullets, it is still not fast enough for wizards' ability to move.

There have been several times in the past when wizards have been at extremely close range. In fact, even if they use the Speed Sweep Super to directly slash and kill when they are unable to react defensively, it is impossible to kill every wizard 100% - just as only one of the two was killed when attacking the official wizard standing in the magic array before, there is a lot of evidence that although these official wizards cannot cast spells instantaneously, they have the ability to replace instantaneous spells in terms of self-protection. This ability may not seem to be much different from the inherent spells of elite wizards, but it should still be different in nature, and it must have greater shortcomings. However, if you can't find this essential shortcoming and make use of it, the shortcoming is equivalent to not existing.

Yes, I can't parse the spell flaws in these official wizards' self-protection abilities, so I can only adjust my attack and defense plans based on a fifty percent chance. It must also be admitted that official wizards, if prepared, can escape the concussive impact of the knife-like critical weapon. Quickly sweeping to their near side, and then applying a concussive impact, is no longer the safest means, just use the knife-like critical weapon as a cold weapon, and always maintain a high-speed state to attack, but it seems more efficient. However, now that the Speed Sweep Super no longer has the advantage of being sustained, trying to kill these wizards after approaching at high speed has become a dangerous behavior, and in the process, there are too many factors that will lead to the interruption of the attack, and even in the trap consciously created by the wizard, it is possible to delay the adjustment of the speed sweep, and then be hit by the attacks of flashes, spells, and female body life.

Despite all the constraints, I still don't feel like I'm being left behind. Although it took several times more effort to adjust the movement state and formulate tactics, it is also an indisputable fact that the opponent still did not catch me with any kind of attack. I think that in today's situation, I can only say that my advantages are no longer there, and I am in a stalemate.

For me, this stalemate is passive, but for the Doomsday Shinrito and the physical life, it is active. In this sense, they do have a certain advantage. This less obvious, but indeed zài, advantage allows them not to accept provocations and continue to complete each step of the plan with their own steps.

What I need to do is to break this state and make them "have to" separate another physical life to deal with me. The actions of the Doomsday Shinrikyo at this time are no longer just "opening the door". Because, just to create and open the node to the world of repeater traps, they have already done it. NOG's plans, as well as the toilet freak in the world of repeater traps, are testament to this fact. For them, "opening the door" should only be the first stage, and their plan progress may have entered the second stage. Even at higher stages. Otherwise, it is not enough to explain their behavior at this time.

Only for a greater goal will we be willing to pay a greater effort and price for it. The Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Primal Life teamed up to attack the gathering place, and in the counterattack of the aborigines, they did not defend with all their might at the first time, but continued their "rituals". Yes. Their unwavering stance in the face of any attack, and the anomalies they have exhibited during this time, are very similar to the Doomsday Shinrikyo rituals I remember.

There is no fixed form of Shinrikyo rituals, but there is one element that is: those who perform the rituals and those who interfere with them are treated as "sacrifices". In the course of their rituals, the people who killed them were often unable to stop the ritual, regardless of the tragic sacrifice of either side. It will only strengthen the operation of the ritual. Because of this, in the past Doomsday Illusions, even the Cyber Sphere did not have a record of "the ritual failure of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion".

When the Doomsday Shinrikyo begins the ritual, the ritual will definitely be completed, but the final effect is not constant, and this impermanent effect. It is an opportunity that all those who oppose it can seize.

The rituals that the Doomsday Shinrikyo is undergoing at this time "will not fail", so. I needed a "deviation" so that the Doomsday Shinrikyo rituals turned out to be worse than they had predicted at worst.

If only Captain Sigmar, who was born from Torchlight, was here. At this time, I not only thought so, maybe NOG's plan. The members of the Torchlight were originally created for such a situation.

I held Mae in my arms and weaved through the enemy's non-stop pursuit, and the fragments of the structure that could act as an obstacle on this level were all crumbling in enemy fire. Half of the ground had also collapsed, and several times I had to step on the dangling debris to keep it from falling into the next layer. I have felt more than once that if I am knocked down this layer, I will probably be suppressed and will never be able to come up again.

Although he was chased quite wolfly, since the purpose from the beginning was not to completely destroy the rituals of the Doomsday Shinrikyo from the beginning, but only to weaken and interfere, he could also divert more energy from the magic circle itself to kill the wizard who acted as a "spare tire", and continue to contain the life of that female body. Running, dodging, counterattacking - the results came more slowly and more troublesomely than usual, but they were carried out in an orderly manner.

It's true that I can't kill these wizards as lightly as I did before, let alone kill a single body life in a short period of time, but that doesn't mean I'm powerless to fight back.

I wielded a knife-like critical weapon, using concussive impact to create large waves of air and smoke that obscured my vision, and used the crude use of chain judgment to outline a large humanoid silhouette. At the same time as the flash appears, it spreads out a quick sweep to dodge, and before the momentum and direction are adjusted by the female body's life, the process of estimating this adjustment, with the help of another shock impact, to force the wizards to adjust their own position - it is very complicated to say, this is a process of building a three-dimensional movement model in the mind to predict the state of movement, for others, it may be a fantasy behavior, but with chain decisions, continue to use chain decisions, I, who was more sensitive to the process of exercise than anyone else, really did it under the pressure of the predicament.

This is a speed and accuracy that cannot be achieved by using conventional technology to input the number of motions into a computer and calculate them in real time through an observation device. I wasn't using my brain, I was using my whole body, a hazy sense of consciousness and intuition playing the most critical role, a vague process, but the results were quite accurate. There are usually three or four wizards who are locked onto the target, and the coordinates are not necessarily close, but when they are within three concussive impacts, they will definitely appear in a very subtle position, even if I have entered the state of rapid sweeping, and have not yet been destroyed by the elemental life.

At this point, all I have to do is keep the speed and slay the wizard as I get past him.

All opportunities are fleeting. But I'm starting to feel like I'm used to creating this kind of opportunity. The enemy's hot pursuit naturally made people dare not let up, but in the harmony of dodging and counterattacking, I felt more and more free, and compared to the initial dryness, it was as if there was a force of inertia pushing me.

I shoot, slash, gallop, pause, steer, replace eye vision with intuition and chain judgment, and use the normal rush and speed sweep interactively. It's like going to waltz on a tightrope. I felt like my soul was gradually being swallowed up by this rhythm and rhyme. It was only when the enemy's pursuit suddenly stopped that I was freed from this state.

I stood in the smoke of gunpowder, and the violently flowing gray fog made every qiē in front of me in a state of confusion. Within the range that can be observed by the chain decision. The "redundant" wizards are all dead, and I don't know how many times this fierce and complicated attack and defense has passed, and how long it has been used.

The sounds of battle in the church ceased at this moment, whether it was on my floor or beyond. Are the natives all dead? Are the enemies they intercepted all gone? It was completely in ruins, and the cathedral, which was left with a small half-skeleton to maintain the height of the building, became extremely empty and silent.

The sound of the wind became clear. I heard the chanting of the wizards in front of me. They are ploring, praying, using incomprehensible language, singing about the end of the world, singing about the existence that leads a qiē to the end in the underworld—I think, that is the "virus". These voices, which I did not understand, were strangely condensed in my mind into prayers that I had heard many times. Or rather, while the shamans are chanting. This prayer came to my mind at the same time: "Flesh and blood are like grass and trees, glory is like an epiphany, grass withers, flowers wither, but death is not the end, just as the truth endures forever!" ”

The female body did not return to the magic array position. Instead, he stood by and confronted me in the posture of a protective ritual, and the flash no longer appeared, and I never found the source. I looked at them and suddenly realized. The rites of Doomsday Shinrikyo are about to be completed. Scarlet blood was flowing along the texture of the ground, creating a huge magic circle on the ground. The intricate and distorted lines and symbols seem to be steaming, constantly writhing in the vision. It came from the wizards I had slain, and perhaps from all the people who had died in the lower strata. The air was bloody, and there was a cursed malice.

The chanting of the sorcerers is sacred, but the malice that spreads in the air is also in the same proportion.

The Doomsday Shinrikyo is not afraid of sacrifice, because sacrifice is sacrifice, and the more tragic the death, the greater the help of the ritual, for whom death is not the "end", but only an inevitable stage in the achievement of the goal. Yes, I knew from the beginning that it could not be stopped, it was not stopped in the past, and it is no different now.

However, the results I wanted were not fully realized. I didn't get the equipment to open the door, and I didn't wait for the Las Vegas Special Operations Force, although I managed to keep only half of the official wizards in the outer ring of the magic circle, but only one of the physical life of the second ring was contained. In terms of the entire magic array structure, it probably still has two-thirds of its integrity.

I didn't know what was going to happen next, and whatever happened, I had to be passive. Thankfully, I've accomplished the most important goal. My left eye twitched constantly, as if it was jumping out of its socket, and the sharp pain stimulated my brain, making me unable to think, but it brought me an intuition that my city, the school I attended, my Sakuya and Hachisei, were safe.

By the time the "River" engulfed the equipment of the Las Vegas Special Operations Force, turning it into an anomalous form and standing in that unknown corner, the initial goal of entering the Victorian Heavy Industries Materialization Zone had been achieved. Everything, with the achievement of this goal, and the things that are lost, can only be said to be small regrets - maybe I care about it, such as Dorothy's attitude, and the disappearance of Jiang Chuan, and in front of me, it seems that I can't fulfill my promise to rivet them after all, etc., are things that can't really be let go, but when it comes to the end, this feeling of concern has not destroyed the peace of mind.

I confronted the qiē anomaly in front of me, without any disappointment or anxiety. I just accepted the result of the moment - this time, I was probably going to fail.

I no longer try to interrupt the ritual of Shinrikyo of the Doomsday, I just hold back the female body's life, waiting for the final result of the ritual. I am well aware that what happens here may be necessary and important for the apocalyptic process by which a longer time is standard, but it is not decisive. My plan continues, Dorothy's plan continues, and the plan of Shinrikyo Doomsday continues, as always, every role plays an indispensable cog, and every cog has a way of operating that they feel they decide for themselves, but not entirely for themselves.

The world is so complex, so complex that any nook and cranny collision of any size seems insignificant—only in relation to the individuals affected.

I heard the sound of the bell, I couldn't tell from what direction it was coming from, it seemed to be ringing in my head, not through my ears, or even more so, like an unprovoked imagination of the chime. However, if it is merely imagined, the timing and manner of its appearance are too subtle, and it does not change according to personal wishes.

With the ringing of the bell, the flow of gray fog accelerates again, as if in this environment, all the states of movement are accelerating. The quick-moving footage spreads all the way outside the church, all the way to the burning complex, and then, the ever-beating flames are extinguished, leaving only a larger piece of ruin.

The magic circle made of blood began to speed up, producing more complex changes, and the patterns and symbols were multiplying to the power until they had to expand to accommodate the number of these patterns and symbols. The expansion of the magic array, in the blink of an eye, had already exceeded the scope of the church itself. After that, the magic circle rose from the ground and gradually passed over the ankles. This sense of ascent is very heavy, as if there is an invisible and huge resistance that is stopping the process, but it is only in vain to stop it.

What will happen next? I couldn't predict that none of the effects of the ritual would hinder my actions. If you want to get out of here, you can do it with just one thought. There was no harm or interference to my body or consciousness, as if it were just some grandiose but harmless phenomenon.

However, I could feel that the malice that permeated the space was growing. Mae was also trembling, I couldn't tell if she was scared or excited, I guessed it was the latter, it was intuition, just as she had been murmuring before: It's coming! It's coming!

Now, perhaps, as she said, something is really coming!

The space above the head was more distorted than ever, as if it had been torn apart, as if it was dissolving, as if it had been filtered in the process, gradually becoming transparent, as if it could allow the gaze to penetrate the past and see something in the other. And underneath the feet, there is also a situation at the same time, the ground is dissolving, although it feels tactile, but visually, it seems to be about to be suspended in the air. No, to be precise, we no longer seem to be standing on the floor of one floor, but on a huge mirror, and on the other side of the mirror, there is a very different scenery.

What's that, exactly? I looked closely, and above my head, it seemed to be a vague landscape, not in the ruling bureau, but more like the normal world, and under my feet, it was like a violently surging sea, we were gradually sinking into the sea, but the violent swelling could still be felt, and deeper, deep and dark depths of the seabed, there was a huge stray zài swimming, the outline of which could not be described. However, even that gigantic silhouette is not the deepest existence. Before it, there was a vague abyss, and although the outline was so vague that it could only be confirmed by guò feeling, from there, full of inclusive, corrosive and overwhelming evil, it was so intense. It reminds me of the hallucinations I had when "Jiang" was active, and the malice that made my soul tremble.

It is also an illusion of the abyss, and it is also an incomparable evil, but between the two, it is not completely consistent. No, the description of "inconsistent" does not explain my true feelings, but I can only reluctantly say that under the premise of "personal subjective feelings", there are indescribable subtle differences between the two, and even make me wonder if I am wishful thinking to believe that there is a difference between the two.

I see, what the hell is that.

This is the first time that I have observed a "virus" so subjectively, intuitively, and up close, or in other words, the most intuitive embodiment of observing a "virus". (To be continued......)