And at this time, the front ......

Once again, the blood pupils rushed into the twisted blurred passage. While making a rapid leap, he cast his thoughts. Sharp pains reached his nerves like pins and needles, but his face changed. At the same time, the speed was too fast for him to teleport, appearing and disappearing endlessly.

However, this does not confuse the enemy, so the blood pupil is constantly intercepted as it advances. In just a few seconds, he suffered no less than thousands of high-frequency blade slashes.

By now, the attempt to force a breakthrough has completely failed. If you don't break through this interception blood pupil, don't think about going any further. Not only that, but it seems that this vague fog also has a blocking effect, making it impossible for Robbie and others in the rear to be contacted. It also made the blood pupil fall into a state of isolation. Thousands of slashes in a matter of seconds were nightmarish intensity, and if he hadn't gotten used to it in the nightmare of the battlefield, he wouldn't have been able to hold out even for a second.

He couldn't ignore these cold sword lights. I don't dare to use my body to try the other party's sharpness. The High Frequency Blade, the main weapon of the Colony, is more familiar with its properties than anyone else. It is also known better than anyone else that it is terrifying.

Don't look at his flesh, it has long surpassed alloy, but it is no stronger than a piece of paper in front of this blade that vibrates hundreds of millions of times per second. This is the crystallization of the cutting-edge civilization of Crodir, and even now it will not be imitated by many civilizations.

But this is not the reason why the blood pupil is blocked, the reason why he has not been able to break through is not to intercept. It's in this weird fog.

He was injured again...... This time it was his right elbow.

In one of his counter-attacks, as in the previous encounter, his right elbow was suddenly dislocated. Even strained ligaments because of overexertion. The blood pupil was almost slashed by a cold light, and his movements were also greatly deformed, and an elbow blow that had been good turned into a hammer blow to the elbow.

It's the same weird as the previous times, the same surprise. It's as if there is a big hand at the mercy of the bloody pupil's body, allowing him to make a mistake at a critical moment.

However, this time the blood pupil did not show surprise, just silently closed the joint, and once again threw himself into the battle. He kept trying. Constantly casting a sense of thought. He is also constantly traumatized.

Hands, elbows, ankles, and even necks, little fingers. In the ensuing battle, almost every joint was inexplicably damaged. It's just a dislocation, and in severe cases, it almost breaks. And in these strange mistakes, the blood pupil finally caused the first result.

He twisted one of the warriors around the neck.

Watch as the squire slumps limply at his feet. A cold light finally flashed in the eyes of the blood pupil.

He finally knew what was wrong with him.

It's space!!

The space here, is wrong!

It's like a whip leg he missed before. Looks like everything is working fine. But that's all from the normal senses of the blood pupil, but what if the place where he kicked out of the jaw wasn't the same latitude as where he was before?

This situation is complicated, in fact, it is like a mirror, if a mirror is punched with countless cracks, even if it can still reflect the shadow of a person, but the shadow falls on each part of the mirror fragment is no longer a whole...... And if a person puts down one of the fragments in a different position with the shadow, then the shadow ............

Blood Pupil didn't dare to think about it anymore. But I felt a deep palpitation.

What a terrible means.

Grafting. Hand to star!

Through the mastery of space, make enemies fall traps. Thus acting as a puppet. Or this method is not terrifying, but it is this kind of subtle and silent change that is the most terrifying, like a deadly poison, which is obviously extremely poisonous, but often makes people fall into it quietly.

There was no doubt that Lestero was the one who started the match, but what terrified Blood Pupil even more. He was able to control the blood pupil in his hands, obviously more than just the use of space.

Smell. Temperature, light, magnetic field. Everything is obviously used as a pawn by him. He took advantage of these conditions to blinded his blood pupil's senses of sight, smell, hearing, and even intuition...... In this game, the Blood Pupil fell into his control from the beginning. Even constant shocks won't help.

Come to think of it. Blood Pupil's thoughts became clearer and clearer, and his face became paler and paler.

He suddenly thought of the scene of the charge, and then thought of the vague fog. There is not only one possibility in mind......

That is, his impact so far has not been successful, and he is still spinning in place. He ...... from start to finish None of them actually broke into Lestero's array. All of this was just an illusion made by Lestero, who had confused himself with a phantom array. And throw yourself into an endless loop.

No wonder he couldn't contact Robbie and the others, no wonder he didn't get support for so long. It turned out that he had never entered at all. I was just confused by the hallucination, and in the eyes of Robbie and others outside, I'm afraid it hasn't been a second!!

As soon as he thought of this, the blood pupil not only took a deep breath, but also the pupil suddenly contracted to the extreme.

This kind of encounter is probably the weirdest and most bizarre encounter in his life. Not to mention the previous battles, even the battlefield nightmare he feared the most was unattainable. This can no longer be described as more than weird, it is simply terrifying.

Blood Pupil is not a timid person, in fact, he has survived until now precisely because he is strong-willed. He crawled out of the pile of the dead, and every bit of his skin, every inch of his bones, every pore, exuded the dead silence of the end of the world.

Still, he felt a hint of jealousy.

A ray of sword light lit up on the side, and the blood pupil was about to accelerate, but suddenly stopped. In a flash of his gaze, he did not retreat but advanced, and grabbed the cold sword light of Nasen.

The indestructible edge of the high-frequency blade.

"Huh!?" On a boulder in the distance, Lestro suddenly let out a startled voice. Looking at the chessboard in front of you. I saw that a chess piece he had just dropped suddenly shattered and turned into three pieces. But the strange thing is that these three pieces jumped away like living creatures, and actually jumped out of the chessboard.

This is!!??

Lestero's pupils contracted suddenly, and a look of horror, surprise, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He stared at the fragments of the three chess pieces. There was a lot of sparkle in his eyes.

And next to him, the squire said strangely. "What's going on? My lord, how did the chess pieces run outside? ”

"A chess piece is a chess piece, and it never runs outside the board." Lestero looked at the chessboard quietly and said suddenly. "The only reason to let it run outside...... It's that it's no longer a pawn. ”

As he spoke, he carefully picked up the three fragments into his palm, and examined them carefully, and a smile gradually appeared on his wrinkled face. "A pawn can never decide its own fate. So my child, how does it jump out of the chessboard and stop being a pawn? ”

"This ......" the warrior looked confused. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't know."

"Of course you won't know the Dao, and you can't know the Dao." Lestro replied. Use two fingers to twist the shards and flick them gently into the air.

"Because, this is fate......"

"You, my destiny."

The debris flew out, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was free from the shackles of the rules of the universe. Escape from the mercy of fate.

Lestero looked in the direction in which the pieces had disappeared and couldn't help but be stupid.

"But not his fate......"

………………

At the same time, the blood pupil's hand had already grasped the blade. However, the strange thing is that it is obviously an indestructible blade, but at this moment, it is curled up in the hand of the blood pupil like a baby, and there is no threat at all. Looking at the root of the sword, where are the warriors who follow? Where are the repulsors who spit out decomposing yeast?

"When the false is true, the real is also false." The blood pupil glanced at the sword in his hand, and closed his five fingers.

He already knew the secrets of Lestero. But he still couldn't crack it.

Lestero is terrifying, his maze includes not only the spatial factor, but also a series of conditions such as temperature, smell, light, and even time. Through a series of intricate arrangements, a never-ending cycle is formed. Not only is he unable to escape in this loop, but any movement can be interfered with.

The interference of smell will make his sense of smell wrong.

The interference of temperature and light will make him unable to discern the environment.

The interference of space will make him move out of order.

And the interference of time will make him fall into a dream.

Each of them alone can't trap the Blood Pupil, but if they all come together, it's a nightmare that the Blood Pupil can't get rid of. He could keep charging the battle, but he would never be able to break through that fog. Because from the moment he took the step, the space in front of him was replaced behind him. He would never be able to escape the pursuit of the High Frequency Blade, because the sword light he saw was an illusion of light, but even the Blood Pupil did not dare to try to break it. He can't afford the consequences of a high-frequency blade attack.

Everything is a game in the hands of Lestero, he is playing chess, playing chess with himself. But who is not a pawn on his chessboard?

Blood Pupil, or these tens of thousands of legionnaires?

Suddenly, the Blood Pupil stopped in the vast fog and gave up the attack for the first time since the charge. He looked ahead at the endless blur, a flash of realization in his eyes.

No one wants to be a chess piece, but has the chess piece ever thought about whether the player is voluntary?

When the chess pieces are put on the chess table, the chess player actually has no more choice. A chess piece is a chess piece, and the player is also a chess piece. The difference between a pawn and a chess player is only an active and a passive. But in the face of the dark fate of the universe, even if you are an active chess player, what is the difference between it and a passive chess piece?

In this world, there has never been true freedom.

Yes, just chess pieces.

You are, and so am I......