If we use the temporary number jù hedging theory to look at this strange phenomenon, then it can be understood that the temporary number jù hedging space is radiating its own abnormal information all the time, and the world constant produces the number jù hedging, this hedging is continuous, as long as the temporary number jù hedging space has always existed, these fragile hedging phenomena will always be maintained. The stability of the temporary hedge space itself is difficult to be exploited by the fourth-level magic pattern, but these hedges generated by radiation information should be able to be used. Thinking so, I carefully savored the anomalies in the silence, and used chain judgments and my own intuitive perception to concretize in my mind the temporary number hedge space without a concrete image.

It was something that was difficult to describe in objective words, and if there were multiple fourth-level demonic messengers sensing the same temporary number jù hedge space, the images they sketched in their minds would be completely different. For me, it is a rhythm, a fluctuation, a string that is constantly broken down and composed, where the strings and strings converge at a certain point, and the pulsations of the intersection spread along the string itself to another point of intersection, which in turn causes other strings to intersect to produce pulsations that are completely different from those of the previous ones.

The number of times strings are born and changed, every millisecond is indiscerning, perhaps tens of trillions of times, perhaps even more. All I could feel was their movement itself. Even just feeling it made me feel hot, as if my brain was about to burst out. I'm familiar with this kind of pain, and similar side effects occur when the observation of movement in a chain judgment exceeds the limit of one's own load. Perhaps the existence of the temporary number jù hedging space that I can feel today is closely related to the observation form of chain judgment.

I am very aware that my current perception of the temporary hedge space cannot describe its true form, but only a very small aspect. Just like in science, after the discovery of the four fundamental forces. After discovering other forces, including the four fundamental forces, he realized that the world described by the four fundamental forces was only one aspect of the complete world.

The promotion of the Demon Empowerary to the fourth level of the Demon Embrasion is like a scientist obtaining a more advanced instrument, but even something more advanced than in the past. For what is to be observed, the gap is still incalculable.

Even so, it can be observed without the normal contact of the hedging space itself, and it can be hedged by the unstable dìng, which is of course stronger than not being able to do these things.

It is also natural that the fourth-level demonic pattern envoy is stronger than the third-level demonic pattern envoy in terms of the mystery that can be contacted.

I think that although it is not possible to directly manipulate the relatively more stable dìng temporary number jù hedging space, however. It should be possible to make a key by using the relatively unstable temporary number jù to hedge the number jù of space radiation information.

A key that opens this temporary hedging space.

Under normal circumstances, the premise of touching the number jù hedge space is that the number jù hedge space is embodied in a way that can be observed and touched, and the normal way to enter this space is to follow the way of entry that was inherent in this space when it was born. But the key I'm trying to make is meant to ignore this normal way. It's like opening a door in an invisible wall, which may not have existed in the first place. However, when the key is inserted, it is forcibly formed.

Such a key involves the temporary hedge of the space itself, and the hedge caused by its radiation information should contain this part of the information.

I want to take advantage of the number jù hedging phenomenon. However, I personally don't know much about the specific operation, let alone understand its work and process. Even so, just like I did when I used the Demonic Super. There is no need to pay too much attention to the principle, essence and the whole process of the formation of this superpower, it is normal to be ignorant of this, which is the embodiment of the original meaning of "mystery" itself......

As soon as the consciousness turns and the magic pattern is activated, the super will work and the result will be achieved. It's the same way to make keys.

The convenience of mystery relative to science is here, when achieving the same effect and phenomenon, science always goes to the bottom of it, and feels that the foundation has been laid, and the mystery has never been said to be "foundation", the power of mystery is inexplicable, maybe not in line with scientific principles, but it is also existent, even if it is considered by science, it is only that science has not developed to the point of interpreting this mystery, but it is impossible to infer when the mystery can be truly interpreted.

Mysticism is an absolute concept, which is based on the "infinite unknown" and is placed in the infinite unknown known to relative science. It is dynamic, and the distance between it and the unknown corresponds to the depth of the known diffusion of science. In this absolute concept, "science can never touch the mysterious" becomes a theorem, and such a theorem does not exist in the objective physicality, but is more inclined to metaphysical philosophy.

Therefore, the mystery always converged with philosophical speculation, religious beliefs, and even spiritual cognition at the end of science at that time, and at the same time that people could not explore the mystery theoretically, they coined the word "mysterious".

Even if there were no zài "viruses", no "rivers", and no incredible experiences in the past, I think that while I find psychology interesting, I must be fascinated by the occult. No, if you are a teenager, you must be fascinated by the "incredible, subverting scientific reality" and fantasizing about the meaning and journey it gives to itself. Then, become a hero.

I have long been convinced that although I am disgusted with the despair behind this layer of mystery that has been peeled away, I cannot deny that at some point, I do feel that in this mysterious and desperate story, although there are too many mysteries that cover up the truth, and people think that they are mentally exhausted and their brains are dry, and they cannot find the most real and unique answer, the whole process is still exciting, and at some times, it is also interesting and exciting.

If there is no person who must be saved, a world that must be saved, and the dream of becoming a hero, you may indulge in it until you drown. But, on the other hand, if there is no one to save. The world that must be saved does not have the dream of becoming a hero, so what is the need to become a mystery expert and not an ordinary person. What about living an ordinary life?

If my experience is regarded as a story, then there is no person who must be saved, there is no world that must be saved, there is no dream of becoming a hero, there is no consciousness to face suffering, but just an ordinary high school student, living an ordinary life, such a story must be prosaic. Everybody is going through it, and no one wants to see it.

The story that people expect, the adventure that everyone looks forward to, and the protagonist that everyone looks forward to lies in the places they can't reach. It is precisely because the story tells what he doesn't have and what he can't do, so it makes people feel envious at the same time. In fantasy, I want to replace and transcend. Because. Everyone knows how cold it is to have an objective and realistic world without mystery.

So, when I look at myself as "a protagonist of a story". You will feel that although your life is full of misfortune, despair and horror that others cannot understand, as well as unbearable mental oppression, it is still wonderful.

Yes. Takakawa's life, whether "realistic" or not, is wonderful.

There is no doubt about that.

Therefore, if you are as wonderful as me, you will definitely be able to do things that are difficult for others to do. I said this to myself, drew my long knife and, following my instincts, stabbed somewhere in the air in front of me. I don't need to make the key to the temporary hedging space, but the key is already starting to take shape.

It is simply a mid-air air, with the blade as the center to generate an air current. In just three seconds, these air currents expanded into a terrible hurricane, blowing corpses tumbling and artifacts rattling and falling from time to time. I was under the pressure of the wind, and I felt that if I hadn't clutched the long knife, I would have been blown away. The long knife seemed to be held in mid-air by a force, and instead became a support for me to stand firm.

The swift air currents distorted the qiē in front of me, and like a surging tide, it filled my field of vision. I couldn't see anything other than these visible twisted winds.

The next moment, the wind twisted to its maximum, as if it had been twisted into a whirlpool, with the blade as the center and kept spinning—this whirlpool was full of immediacy, and I remembered that in the past apocalyptic illusion, the portal to another dimension was not exactly what it looked like. Similarly, the portals used by the wizards of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito are also very similar.

I was finally able to pull out the long knife, I'm not sure, it should be at this time, but my gut told me that I did.

After drawing the long knife, I stepped into this huge maelstrom. Suddenly, I felt as if I had been stretched and stirred by the power of the vortex, but unexpectedly there was no pain.

When the vision became normal again, the surrounding area was still the first floor hall of the building, however, the corpses on the ground had disappeared, and with it, explosions, crashes, shouts, laughter, crying, and all sorts of inaudible sounds that felt great malice in other floors and rooms. There are people fighting here, and there are only a few people left. It is clearer and larger than the previous one, and it can be clearly felt that the malice that envelops the entire building makes people feel a little breathless and want to gag.

The original cement walls and floor tiles, which were obviously inorganic, all gave people a living feeling, as if they were made up of countless wriggling tiny things, although they had similar shapes, textures and textures to cement and tiles, but it was clear that they were not inorganic dead things. Stepping on it, although it has the same feedback texture, but on a psychological level, it still feels disgusting.

It's not just inorganic matter that is wriggling, but also shadows that seem to have gained life. I looked out the door, and the sight of the storm had not gone away, however, when I tried to push the door, I realized that it was impossible to get out. Probably not only the doorway, but all the windows are fixed as if the space is fixed, and they are closed and immovable. This is a formed temporary hedge space, with the original building structure as the main body, but it is a relatively independent space.

The battle in this space was fierce, but it seemed to have passed the climax, and the side that was fighting deliberately judged that it lacked stamina just from the movement it created. The shadows are dripping like ink, and I wonder what it will become, monster? Before it could take on a more concrete form, though, I had launched a swift sweep towards the place where the fighting was most intense.

Across floors and rooms, the strong impact makes the human body fly in the air like a puppet with a broken line, and in the invisible high-speed passage, you can see such a scene. There were three people in total, two adult men and one adult female. But only an adult female and an adult male were still saved, and the remaining one had already split into two in mid-air. The man was slightly behind the first two, so the big face made of gray mist opened its mouth and bit the two parts of the corpse, and it was this thing that tore the man in half.

This brutal scene is still going on slowly.

The face made of gray mist can also be found in the memory - the face of black smoke.

Was it the accident caused by Area 51? No, it is also possible that as John Bull said, it is the person who pretended to hunt the NOG team under the pretense of an accident.

I jumped to my feet, drew my long knife, and easily slashed the monster with only the body of the gray mist in half, but since it appeared in this form, it basically meant that the slash was ineffective against it. The corpse that was bitten off by the monster was one of the five people I needed help from John Bull. Even with the corpses of the women that appeared in the halls of the building, which were relatively normal, there was only one woman and Marceau.

The face of the monster that had been slashed open by the long knife had gradually taken on a furious look, but before its demeanor had fully taken shape, I had already grabbed the surviving males and females and dragged them towards the rooftop.

Wherever I passed, there were many shadow-like dark things, which were born in the shadows of water droplets. I just wiped out all the monsters in my path, and violently fought my way to the rooftop.

Of course, there were also many shadow-clad monsters on the rooftop, and there were even streams of gray mist, shaped like tornadoes, whistling from downstairs during the observation of chain judgment. In the blink of an eye of the other person's senses, I slew all the shadow monsters, and then lifted the quick raid, and was about to talk to the two people who were rescued. I saw them staring at the sky with a blank expression.

I couldn't help but look up too.

It was the face of a girl who was incomparably gigantic, taking up the entire sky, overlooking us standing on the top of the building. It made me feel like I had shrunk and locked up in a matchbox-sized model room.

That's, Marceau. (To be continued......)