The Las Vegas repeater is different from other repeaters, and if the Doomsday Shinrikyo repeater, the NOG's London repeater, the Area 51 repeater, and the Nazi lunar repeater are considered "standards", then the Las Vegas repeater is manufactured against the standard. So far, the best way to build Valpurgis Night as a repeater is the "Tianmen Project", and it stands to reason that the "Tianmen Project" of the Las Vegas repeater has been deliberately overhauled to weaken normal functions and strengthen certain aspects of functioning. Compared with other repeaters, this kind of customized behavior is not so stable and easier to hack than other repeaters.

This is also the reason why the "Marceau" at the heart of the London repeater control can hack into the Las Vegas repeater so easily.

This is my personal opinion.

But in any case, "Marceau", as the core of the London repeater, cannot fully exert its own power in the Las Vegas repeater, whether it is the limitations of the repeater itself, or the environmental factors, or the planned reservations, it will inevitably make her only exert her power to the point that "others will not notice that the repeater has been invaded by her".

Of course, this is also my personal opinion.

Is the power of the deliberately reduced repeater a fourth-level magic pattern that can be handled? I'm not sure, but I can't be sure of anything more without trying it out for myself. Although I never resent anyone, nor did I feel that Marceau was on the side of Se and Dorothy, it was a terrible betrayal, and I was not jealous of the attention of the other self, and I was regarded by them as "someone who should not be a zài", no, I should say, a "monster".

Their position is also good. Whether it's an idea, I can understand it all, and I can accept it all. However, that doesn't mean I feel like I should rest on my laurels. Just as they have their own ideas and plans, I have a reason to have to do it, just as they believe in their choices. I don't think I'm wrong either.

Conflict is inevitable, and I have no complaints about that. Even if it's a trick of fate, I'll carry it in my own way. As far as I'm concerned, breaking fate or something, there is no zài at all.

Whether you want it or not, whether you need it or not, you have to face it from the moment it happens, even if you have the power of a prophet. can't change it, this stubborn and unreasonable thing, this is fate.

So, carry it, carry it, carry it. A true warrior, even if he can't reverse his cruel fate, dares to face up to the dripping blood and bleak life. As far as I'm concerned. Only those who can bear the pain of their own body and even the pain of others. in order to be called a device.

"I'm going to go, don't be beaten down, Marceau." As I said it aloud, I could feel the calm emotion, boiling again, and then scorching. It is the fluid that rushes in the blood vessels, and it is the electric current that runs through the nerves. The observation of chain judgment forms a clear perspective in the mind. In a three-dimensional, completely black-and-white world, the lines are crisscrossed. Outline the contours of objects and the trajectory of movement.

The presentation of this qiē is only in the moment when there are not even "seconds".

Clear power poured from the fourth-level magic pattern. This is the first time since becoming a demon pattern messenger that I feel the power of the demon pattern so clearly, as if the power of the past has been accumulated, and at this moment, because of my own strong desire, like a torrent that opens the floodgates, it is instilled into every muscle of the body.

Thinking, thinking violently, like lightning, wants to explode sparks in the brain.

If not, it probably won't work in the face of the power of repeaters. In the past, I have also strengthened my abilities in a short period of time by exceeding my own load to deal with powerful enemies beyond my expectations, but this time, after reviving and being promoted to the fourth level of the Demon Pattern, it is the first time that I have to do this kind of scene.

The more he raised his strength, the more he could feel the strength of Marceau's now, which was similar to the feeling of facing the final weapon of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the past apocalyptic illusion. At the beginning, when I faced the final weapon, I always had the feeling that although it was strong, I could handle it, and then, I was killed. In high-speed warfare, it takes no more than five minutes from the start of the battle to death.

Similarly, it is also like in the reality of the hospital, with the remnant body of a disabled teenager, facing the hospital full of shady scenes, even if he feels that he has found clues, sees the signs of truth, and finds a way to win, it seems that everything is going on in an orderly manner, but he is still dead. Reasonably, unexpectedly, because of the deterioration of his body, he died in a hurry.

The arrival of death is always so natural, plain, reasonable but difficult to let go, it is like being played the worst joke.

The Marceau in front of me finally gave me the feeling that this is how she has become a woman who can make a bad joke on me.

Must survive. That's my only thought. Victory or something, it wasn't in my plan in the first place. Because, even if you can do it to defeat the current Marceau, you shouldn't do it. Instead, assuming Marceau is strong enough, then let me attack with all my might, and then retreat.

"Well, Achuan. See you alive and well. I don't know why, but I'm just happy. Marceau lowered her head slightly, closed the scarlet umbrella, still lapping by the storm, and in that calm gesture, unconsciously, released a frenzy that I could clearly feel.

Indeed, it can only be described as "madness". Wanton, dark and full of malice, as if to destroy reason, only instinctive restlessness and the most extreme emotions remain, pinching all the soft parts of human nature into a ball and making it hard. The invisible momentum did not tear the rain curtain, but it seemed to be soaked in every drop of rain.

I saw that her face was raised again, and there was a smile full of malicious emotion, which was the opposite of "calm".

"Even if it's a Takakawa that shouldn't be there, it's still Takakawa." Marceau said, "Let me see how strong Takakawa, the strongest in the past, is." ”

Before her words fell, I had already begun to sweep. Because. Even at the same time as the wild words, she couldn't find the relative weakness of her posture. Yes, Marceau is strong at this moment, I am sure again. And, that's extremely even. It is not disturbed by any emotional fluctuations, and it is powerful in all directions. As with the final weapons I've encountered in the past, there are no shortcomings that I can exploit relative to myself.

The invisible high-speed corridor was expanding, but from the beginning, I didn't feel that my speed could achieve the same crushing effect as I usually did against the enemy.

I guess even Marceau doesn't use the mystery of "no process". The speed of its movement itself will also definitely minimize the difference in speed of "relatively fast" - relatively fast is a very useful feature, but how much faster it is relatively fast is not predestined from the beginning. Against ordinary enemies, the speed is relatively fast, and it is very light to reach the point where the opponent can't even blink, but. Facing Marceau in front of me, I am ready. The relatively fast speed can only reach the line of "incomplete".

Aside from its own speed and time, timekeeping in normal conditions is meaningless. In a high-speed battle, even a second can divide a thousand points, and it seems like hours have passed, days or even years. I do not know. However, the so-called "speed of light" and "faster than consciousness" can defeat the enemy. That doesn't make sense.

So, I don't think about whether I have reached the "speed of light" or whether I am "faster than consciousness". I just want to be faster than Marceau.

The long knife unsheathed and slashed across the arc of the last quarter moon, striking Marceau's vital point in the cleanest way I could ever go. However, as I expected, Marceau's speed was almost the same as mine, and in turn, the previous sense of high speed completely disappeared this time. She retreated, scarlet umbrellas and blades clashing, levitating raindrops bursting in all directions with great force.

Except for the almost static scene, and the clearly visible droplets of water that seemed to hover in mid-air, I was told that I was at a high speed, otherwise, if I only used Marceau as a reference, I would feel that I was at a normal speed.

As the blade swung up, I approached again, slashing forward. There is no need to think, even the slightest hesitation, and Marceau will be caught by the Marceau in front of him. She is not the Marceau I have seen in the past. The instinctive alarm has been ringing in every brain cell. If you stop, you'll die.

A silent madness haunted me. I can't see it, but I can feel it, it's attacking my brain, my spirit, my soul, noisy, full of malice, trying to tear apart my reason, intensify my sensibility, as if to squeeze out every drop of my power, let me vent out all my qi ē in the uncontrollable expansion, and finally only an empty shell, a layer of skin and bones.

Yes, such a furious, unrestrained release will make you appear strong for a short time, but, after the past, there will be nothing left. In a short period of time, if you burn yourself out, you will only be left with a piece of gray. And this is the frightening, futureless despair.

I turned, slashed, then turned, slashed again. Soft turns, soft slashes, hard turns, hard slashes. It's not that there are more tricks, it's just that once you use more than these two moves, it becomes a flaw that can be caught by Marceau. And at the beginning of using "Slash", it can no longer be transformed into "stabbing attack", because the change in attack method will also become a flaw that is caught.

My instincts, so tell me. What made me have to be like this was the "mystery" that Marceau released at this time.

It was not a suppression of superior skill and speed, but a kind of mystery that was invisible, indescribable, but which had already worked, and that if I violated the "limitations" I felt intuitively, I would be punished.

The way I can attack, the way I attack, and the chain of details that extend from attack to defense are all limited by this invisible "mystery".

Marceau and I went back and forth, the blades and the umbrella sometimes intertwined, sometimes collided, and in the almost static rain, releasing a huge impact. Every stop and re-movement, every tempo adjustment, makes the things around us move, sometimes slowing down, sometimes accelerating, as if it has become chaotic. However, this is only my vision, the phenomenon I see, if there are other people watching, then, in their eyes, probably the movement of things around me is normal, and it is only me and Marceau who are abnormal.

The uncontrollable thought, even under such a fierce attack and defense, still kept flashing. Even if you try not to think too much, it will be difficult to stop. Luckily, I'm used to fighting like this.

Marceau's scarlet umbrella snapped open, spun at high speed as it was slashed by the blade. The rain on the surface of the umbrella is ejected, and the high speed gives it a powerful lethal force, and there is a certain "mysterious" effect on it. This time, not only could I feel it intuitively, but even if it was a chain judgment, I observed the abnormality of the rain that was splashing around.

Although it was observed, it could not be described correctly, as if it was overly bright and the color was obscuring what the painting itself was trying to express. The so-called putting the cart before the horse, that's it. But at this point, it becomes an unmanageable situation.

In a world made up entirely of contours and tracklines, the rain began to turn, as if with the ability to track, and unnatural traces connected to me. Although it is a predictable attack, if you don't adjust it in time, you will definitely be beaten into a sieve.

After all, there are so many raindrops.

The invisible high-speed tunnel twisted again, deviating from its original predestination, extending in another direction.

Speeding through the invisible high-speed passage, the moment before the raindrops reached me, I came to a position more than 20 meters away from Marceau.

Marceau has already made a gesture of pursuit, but I think that this tentative encounter has been well informed. The limit of what Marceau can use when he has to hide himself can already be confirmed. Although it is very weird and "mysterious", in my opinion, it is also a very troublesome thing, but it is probably the process of "trouble".

So before she could leap out, I had retreated farther away. (To be continued......)