A long time ago, the resistance of the air could be clearly felt when the speed sweep superpower was used, but this physical force gradually faded over time. With the deepening of the "mystery", you will perceive that more and more phenomena are moving closer to the direction of idealism, but even at this time, it can still be explained by quantum mechanics or philosophy and other disciplines, and after that, at what specific time, I don't remember very much, it was a dividing line, so that there was a difference between "mystery" and scientific theories that were difficult to deny even if they were not understood.

My gaze on "mystery", although it is still impossible to avoid the incorporation of scientific views and methodology, has become more and more inclined to an understanding that is more in line with the original meaning of the word "mysterious". As a result, the ability is getting stronger and stronger in actual combat, and I am the only one who is afraid.

Just like beyond the speed of light, the scientific theory of exceeding the speed of light will produce many incredible phenomena, and must follow the law of conservation of energy in a broad sense, but the speed of light is obviously completely different to me. It doesn't follow any laws, not just because I can't find the relevant laws, but because there's a hazy feeling.

I don't know if I feel right, but this feeling is undoubtedly terrible for people who have been baptized by science.

At first, it is true that it is exciting, but the gradual and deeper expansion of things that deviate from common sense and imagination only brings deep fear. It's like falling into the abyss, if you can still see the starry sky, maybe fear can still produce a sense of self-destruction beauty, but if there is darkness around you, you can't see anything, you only know that you are falling down you don't know how deep. I don't know where the head is, even if I know that the result is death, the fear that arises is definitely not just the fear of death.

My speed-skimming superpower is such a "mystery" that scares me. It can even be said that compared to the speed sweep super. The intrinsic ability embodied in the fourth-level demonic pattern—to a certain extent, to control the aftermath of the temporary data hedge—did not have such a strong sense of fear.

Whenever I reach a certain speed with a speed, I feel terrified if nothing stops me. I know very well that it is this fear that restricts my subconscious play, and even if no one else stops me, I have been preventing myself from reaching that speed. In this sense, in fact, I saw that there was someone whose power could have an impact on my quick raid and restraint, in my heart. Actually, I was relieved.

I was hoping that the SpeedSweep would allow me to defeat all the enemies, and I was subconsciously longing for someone to stop the SpeedSweep from going beyond the limits of what I could handle.

This time, however, I don't plan to restrain myself anymore. Perhaps deep down in my mind, the subconscious desire to restrain the Swift Sweep was still not completely gone, but my subjective desire to be faster and stronger was so strong. It made me feel like I was back in the hospital reality, the battle I fought before I died.

I want to defeat all the enemies in front of me. It's not about what he thinks, it's about his philosophy. His strength, but only a kind of simplicity, to do his best, as if to squeeze all his pain and resentment, abandon all despair and hope, and just want to fight like this.

Maybe. In psychology, this is a kind of rebound after extreme depression in the mentality, a kind of subconscious release of pressure, but such a theory, for me. It also becomes less important.

So, I did.

All of a sudden, unreasonable, and unreasonable reason, the body naturally began to work at its maximum load, even overload. The high-speed chain judgment made my brain feel as if it was about to tear apart, nosebleeds kept coming out, everything in front of me became distorted, trees, mountains and rocks were alienated, and people were no longer human. Only the outline is outlined by dots and lines, and the three-dimensional composition unfolds in my mind in a panoramic pattern, even the ashes that fall from the sky are described in its state of motion—not in a numerical pattern, but in an almost intuitive way, which makes me understand that the movement of all things has its own laws, and the same is true of the monster in front of me, known as the "child of fate".

Novsky wanted to say something, but the soldiers of Area 51 never even took their eyes off the magic array. I can dissect their state of mind, but it doesn't really matter, because at this moment, they are already frozen in the moment when they are about to make a movement, and what kind of movement they are about to produce is also presented in my mind with a kind of intuition that seems to be prescient.

Yes, they haven't had time to react yet, but I already know how they will react.

Novsky is rapidly distorted in the chain decision, and in the field of vision of the naked eye, it simply becomes light. Light is fast, and there aren't many things in this world that can exceed the speed of light, but that doesn't do much. The moment it turned to light, my serrated broadsword was already sweeping over its body. In my eyes, the sawtooth is "static" at this moment, and the light is also "static". Then, there was a cacophony of friction, sparks flew around, and the beam of light slammed into the rock behind it.

The light dissociated, and then revealed its human form.

Movement, speed and slowness, the operation of these phenomena became very strange in my eyes. They arise at one moment and extinguish at another, far less stable than they have seen in the past.

Yes, all of this, whether it is relatively slow or relatively fast, is unstable, but I don't feel that I am being affected, or rather, in fact, all this instability comes from myself. It's not that they're unstable, it's that I'm unstable, or rather, that the Swift Super is unstable. However, this instability did not make me feel "bad".

On the contrary, this instability made me feel as if it was an inherent characteristic of the Swift Sweep Super itself, and it was only at this moment that I felt it so clearly.

"Good...... Fast! "I felt like I heard Novsky's voice, but it was like an auditory hallucination, because I had never thought about paying attention to what it was saying. The moment I shot it off, I was already flying along the invisible highway, passing by the mysterious experts dressed as soldiers. The serrated broadsword sliced them through like cream, and I could feel that these mysterious experts had no way of escaping. When the serrated blade cuts through the muscles and bones, the slight resistance created can feel the blood splattering and remaining in the air.

Ash and blood droplets staggered in the air, but blood splattered from the corpse. It's more like being pulled out of the corpse by a force. Static and moving, both with the naked eye and in interlocking observations, seem to be separated around their concept of "speed" and manifested in different forms of phenomena.

Novsky broke away from the rock mass, turned into light again, and swooped down on me. I could feel that it was full of mixed emotions in this action, doubt, incredulity, surprise, and even a little hesitation. However, all this did not slow it down.

It's just that my speed is still faster.

The serrated broadsword whistled through the air as I turned, colliding with the glossy Novsky again, and then the light spread out in all directions. Disappear in an instant, as if across space. Suddenly the condensation behind me. It's a spear, a blade, a fang, trying to pierce me and tear me to pieces. But even if it wanted to hit me by surprise. It is still impossible to do this with the difference in speed sweeping.

I slid forward, my body propelled by the force inherent in the invisible high-speed channel, and more power, once again, was placed on the rotation of my body.

It's spinning harder than any time before. Let the sawtooth broadsword fly, colliding with it once more before the light pierces through the body. The swirling sawtooth was like a shark, entangled and bitten with the light, and in the sputtering of sparks, scattered points of light and fragments of sawtooth were constantly ingested into the air and solidified in the air.

It was as if the movement of the whole world was stationary beyond a certain distance except for me and it.

My strength is not comparable to Tomie's, and even so, this light is still crumbling, and the silhouette of the human figure is like a shadow, as if it is trying its best not to be repulsed, and stubbornly resists, even so, it still can't stop the bending of the body. The fully exposed human form, losing its cautious and wild expression, rooted its legs in the ground, but inevitably plowing deep ravines in the ground.

I've completely turned around. I could feel the resistance from my arm, and the force made my arm tremble, as if there was no more strength to continue, but even so, I just wanted to move forward, I wanted to knock it down. Am I still in the midst of a quick sweep? I can't imagine what kind of state I'm in. I forgot about the speed, I forgot about the observation, and there was only one monster in front of me.

I breathe, breathe hard until my lungs are also overwhelmed, let out **, and then let out a roar. The next moment, the stubborn resistance was gone, and the figure named Novsky was cut in half from head to toe, and each flew to the sides, as if fleeing. I didn't pursue, the ashes on the ground were hit by an invisible force, spraying in all directions, and the serrated broadsword that smashed on the ground also broke at this moment.

The head of the knife slowly swirled in mid-air, and the white ground beneath my feet, the ashes were long gone, and the haze around me was deeper, and nothing was visible to the naked eye, except for the scene of the dots and lines constructed by the chain judgment changing in my mind. I observed that one of the two beams of light that escaped disappeared and the other changed back to human form.

Novsky's facial features had completely vanished, leaving only a sunken head, which was slowly rising from the ground, trembling as it crawled. Even if it didn't speak, I could feel it exuding fear all over its body.

"How...... How can it be? It said, "You, you monster ......."

Monster? Me?

I don't know why, but when I heard it say that, I didn't agree with it at all.

The ground was full of cracks, and the magic circle of the altar had become dilapidated, but even so, the bonfire was still burning. The "Takakawa" of the hundred ghosts who travel at night is still endless.

I galloped again, and before Novsky could retreat, I reached it again, and slashed away with only half of its jagged broadsword.

The moment before the blade touched Novsky, the hazy scene around him flattened, and the image constructed in his mind by the chain judgment stretched, and then Novsky appeared three meters away.

The knife swung into the air.

Everything in front of me, even my own limbs, has become different from the original, but it is difficult to describe how it has changed.

Novsky had already taken out enough power to suppress me earlier. In fact, it should have understood a little earlier, if it did not have such power, it would not have been able to defeat me. No, even now, with this kind of dimensionality-reducing mystery, I don't have the slightest feeling that I'm in a disadvantageous situation.

I didn't think about how to turn things around and create an environment that was more favorable to me, even if it was in the face of an area that had suppressed me in the past.

I threw down half of the serrated broadsword, and the blade shattered before it hit the ground. Even in this realm that seems to be reduced to dimensionality, the wind of despair and madness is still blowing, and the ashes that fall never stop.

I carried my shield and walked forward step by step. Novsky's form doesn't seem to me to be good at all, even if it seems to feel like it's gaining the upper hand. Indeed, I have not come up with any way to decipher this state of dimensionality, and I am very clear that it has incredible power in such a field, and it is more likely that the power of the repeater will support it.

I just don't think about it.

I just walked forward in silence.

It still wanted to say something, however, it no longer had a mouth. There was no more sound than the howling of the wind.

I wiped away the nosebleeds that kept flowing.

At this moment, it disappeared, and the chain judgment could not be locked, and the next moment, it appeared in front of me. There is no movement at all when it approaches, but the attack that unfolds after approaching produces a movement process, even if it works extremely fast, but as long as it exists, it cannot be faster than me.

As it reached out, I grabbed it by the neck, pulled it closer, and slammed my head into its sunken and featureless face. Its body shook, as if it had loosened for a moment, and this state was very clear, along the arm that was holding its neck. So, I hit it in the face with my head again.

This time, I finally heard it. It's 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 listened to it cry hysterically as if it was out of breath: "Blame, monster! You monster! (To be continued......)