Swim against the tide and go back in history.

If it had been "today", Amy Ulysses would have thought of this idea as a wild imagination born out of madness.

But after the chase not long ago, he has become more and more proficient in his control of his own abilities, and he has become less and less in awe of the river of time.

It can be done –

If it's him.

Little by little, the fist clenched, and the young Glory One finally made a decision.

So take a deep breath.

- The Cradle of Tranquility, the Ring of Stagnation.

Unfold!

The world fell silent for a moment, and froze like amber.

Sigh softly.

Amy Ulysses' will is upward.

One step –

The world collapsed into a point at the foot of the feet, and the mighty river of time and space flowed before my eyes.

"Sure enough......"

He turned around and looked at the node where fate began to fork not far behind him, his expression did not change much, and he was even calm and a little terrifying: "This is the past." ”

The past that he made up.

Behind him, there was a piece of the past that had to be made up for in the Crazy Zone, and he could feel the call—as if he was caught by a magnet, as if he was being entangled by an octopus, unable to move no matter what, unable to get out of it no matter what.

Of course, this is just a delusion.

Although no one told him, he knew that it was only this dream that he could not get out of, that he could not leave—at least until the missing history was filled in, he could not wake up from this ambiguous realm between the real and the unreal.

But now......

It's not something to worry about.

Forward.

All he wants now is to put aside unnecessary concerns and just move forward.

Along the long river of time,

- Swimming against the current.

Scenes of familiar or unfamiliar pictures flickered in front of them, and some surprises, the glorious ones found that the long river of time is not a literal description, but a ......

It really is a river.

The shallowest and most accessible is the surface of the river.

The fragments of time that appear in front of him are almost all his first perspectives.

And if you sneak deeper.

The horizon begins to distort.

The world I see is not only black and white, like a sketch scribbled with a pencil in art class, but also like a child rubbing it, blurry and distorted.

I can only barely tell what is happening by feeling.

- Interestingly, all the scenes in this part of the "history" took place in the middle of the night, all in the expeditionary force, and there was not a single scene that he had personally experienced.

The deeper layers were more and more blurry, and it was dim to the eye, if it weren't for his familiarity with some scenes of Hemtika and the present Canaan, he would not have been able to tell what this black lump was.

Of course, the so-called "deeper" is only relatively speaking, and Amy Ulysses can clearly perceive that he is only at the shallowest level of this long river of time, and there are indescribable undercurrents surging under the "bottom" that he can touch.

Maybe it's a time and space from another region, or maybe something else?

He wasn't uncurious, he just couldn't go any further.

The further down you go, the more viscous the water becomes, and the harder it is to go deeper - by the time you reach the second level, when you reach the period of time that happened in the expeditionary force, it is already very difficult, and if you want to enter the fragment layer where Hemtika and the real Canaan are located, the energy required is even more staggering, even if it is an unbearable burden for him.

It's just a shallow hiding.

Then cast his consciousness into the fragment associated with the Cardinal Inquisitor that he had searched for earlier.

Though...... In his eyes, the figure in the fragments was just a blurry, distorted, and even deformed figure, but he could know that he was not looking for the wrong person.

It's just somewhat unexpected, perhaps because finding it isn't far from where he was before, and this history is fresh.

Shortly after the end of the trial.

With the gradual deepening of consciousness, the original black and white sketch world gradually stabilized and lived, but it was still not so clear, the world and the figure in the middle of the world, still blurred, unable to see clearly, although there was a sound, but like the communication of an old-fashioned contact device that had been disturbed, it was full of noise, intermittent and inaudible.

But what puzzled him the most was that-

In the empty tent, there is a third party.

- A third party who cannot be perceived.

"****, the fog is about to break. ”

He was certain that there were other people in the scene because of the endless dialogue—the red-clad adjudicator who seemed to have a problem with him seemed to mention a name, but there was so much noise that all he could hear was the second half of the sentence.

But......

The fog is about to break, what does this mean?

Signal?

Amy Ulysses increased his attention, and then he heard the other man answer.

A voice came from the empty space.

"It took less time than expected. ”

I can't tell if it's a man or a woman, I can't tell if it's an old man or a child, it's so weird, no matter how and no matter how you define it, the sound is in the ambiguous range of "maybe", "maybe", "probably", "maybe", "maybe", etc., making it impossible to distinguish between them.

Is it some kind of cognitive interference?

If he was in person, he might have been able to find the corresponding clues, but what he saw now was only an echo of the past, and the pictures and sounds were still seriously distorted, and his inferences could not be confirmed at all.

So, he gave up thinking for a while and just listened quietly.

The conversation unfolds again.

"The damage was smaller than expected. "That's why they're very resolute. ”

Who are "they" referring to?

Doubts arise unconsciously, but the Glorious One suppresses his curiosity, allowing himself to maintain a relatively focused state, without missing any possible clues.

"When is it going to be pulled?"

After a brief pause, an inquiry was made from a voice from nowhere.

"It was supposed to be the next day. ”

The adjudicator of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith gave an answer.

The next day?

Amy Ulysses couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, judging from the conversation just now, "they" seem to refer to the expeditionary force?

The solution of a doubt is often accompanied by the arrival of more doubts.

If it really refers to the Expeditionary Force, then who is talking to the judge, the top of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, or ...... Something else?

Also, why did he use the divisive term "they" to refer to the expeditionary force, and why did he delay the start of the army?

Mysteries, accumulating more and more.

However, the "history" that this fragment carries is limited.

After all the information was read, the "world" burst like a bubble, and the young glorious man was in a trance, and he didn't know when he had been on the river of time.

A sense of drowsiness arose.

Although no one said anything to him, he clearly knew that it was a necessary drain to trace history.

Therefore, even as he became more and more suspicious of the position of the judge who had been targeting him, he did not dive into the river of time again, but only allowed the unfinished history behind him to drag him into it.

Then wake up.