"Ah, dear Mr. Frick Sierra Leone, I don't think you should act rashly now—this is advice for your safety. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

But the man in black, who was so strong that people couldn't help but marvel, saw through his thoughts, and leaned in and said: "Although because of the injustice of fate, you have seen the world in which those things exist, and you have also touched the part of our world that extends outward, but you do not need to pay too much for this knowledge, let alone on behalf of this poor seeker of knowledge. ”

With that, he approached Frick once more, pulling out a huge pocket watch from under his robe, six hands of varying lengths turning wildly on the dial. The silver metal had a similar texture to the nearby gate, apparently from the hand of an outside being, as was the metal ball in the other person's hand.

Just as William Kurt was called a "seeker of knowledge," these men in black seem to have a corresponding identity – they are part of the stage. It seems that if someone wants to explore the truth in the depths of the dream, they will use their own power to stop it.

Obviously, there is a clear class difference within their collectives, with those at the lower levels in charge of fighting and action, and the leaders with special props. They did not enter the deeper dream realm with the other men in black, but with a special power, they acted together.

It's just that for now, it seems that the lanky man in black is channeling the magic of the people, merging their combined forces into the picture constructed by William Coulter, interfering with the intelligence masses concentrated there. Even Frick, who only has mortal senses, can easily see that the power concentrated in the core is eroding little by little, and in contrast, Dr. Coulter's ritual is disintegrating little by little.

The consciousness of the people in black is being toned by the metal orb, and when their dreams are unified by the power of magic, the power of both sides will be combined. At that point, their highly refined magic will overwhelm Kurt and disrupt the rituals he has worked so hard to maintain.

"In fact, we are friendly...... In most cases. He stretched out his finger and gently flicked the frenzied hands on his pocket watch, "Maybe he was destined to get here, and he has the necessary 'ticket' to get through the gate, but we still can't let him through this door." ”

The words of these people may have been plain enough, but the metaphors or references hidden in the words were still a little subtle, making it difficult for Frick to understand what they meant. He wasn't sure that the words of these people were true, and he could only sense a sense of tension welling up in his heart.

He realized that the spear that had pierced his body had been drawn and that his body was no longer trembling with the pain, but the pocket watch in front of him caught his eyes. The feeling was hard to resist, and it was only then that he suddenly felt that all contact with his surroundings had been forcibly cut off.

For the first time, he finally realized how terrible it was to be completely filled with dead silence, both mentally and physically, as if isolated in the backtracking crowd. It was as if everything had settled in the deepest abyss, and the solidified silence had descended on everything.

Even earlier, he could feel the wonderful rhythms of the spiritual realm, the vague and mysterious scales that contained the deepest mysteries of the world. But at this moment, not only was he no longer able to feel the rhythm flowing in the spiritual world, but he even found that he could no longer perceive anything else.

Although he could still feel his body and could clearly perceive the trembling of every hair, he could no longer even hear the sound of his own breathing. The light projected onto him from his pocket watch gradually stabilized, and the halo that was not beating solidified around him.

A deep dizziness struck Frick, and the feeling of being lost was forcibly magnified hundreds or even thousands of times, and countless questions came over me.

What time was it, when was he, what was he doing—who was he before the question? Suddenly there was an illusion of remoteness around him, and Frick seemed so dazed that he didn't know what to do.

Immediately afterward, he felt as if he was drifting into the unfathomable abyss with a gentle wave, and a breathless smell kept hitting his nostrils. It was as if floating in a swamp full of decay, surrounded by the cold, foul-smelling smell of death.

Through the thick black that blocked his eyes, he could faintly see the gray tide crashing against the shore painted in black and white. It's a sea of rotten stagnant waters, where icy waves crash against the shores of illusory light and shadow, shattering into strangely shaped phantasmal fragments.

A feeling that is difficult to describe in words entangled his hands and feet like chains, and it seemed that he would never be able to get out of the cold backwater. It was a rare situation, and he vividly felt the malice from the world, which wanted to bind him here forever.

But soon, the dead silence that enveloped him was broken, and Frick could almost hear the "wall" that had wrapped around him shattering, and through the raging cold waves, some indistinct voices echoed, and staccato words were sent into Frick's ears.

"Matter is a lie, illusion is a reality. The chanting voice was familiar, and Flick seemed to have heard a similar voice somewhere in his dream, "Uncovering the veil that obscures you, and passing through the doors of the three dreams, this is the only way to reach the heart of the mechanic's cycle." ”

The voice of the chanting was so ethereal that Frick even had to suspect that it was not a single voice that was chanting the words, but a group of people. Not only that, but the words they chanted were full of incomprehensible obscure phrases, and just a small part of them would have drained Frick's strength.

At this moment, the "chains" that had firmly bound him suddenly disintegrated, and even the stagnant water where he was shattered in an instant. Only the black and white world spread out into a multicolored fragment before his eyes, leaving behind a gray fog.

Frick realized that there was something at hand guiding him, as if it were an innate skill, an instinctive action. This power revealed to him a tabernacle connected to the real one, and he was instinctively blindly driven to float forward.

Frick was once a staunch atheist, and he never believed in the false gods of religious propaganda, even if the path is now. However, if you ask him if he believes that there are powerful beings in this world that are unknowable, he will answer that he thinks they exist.

As he continued to move through the gray space of nothingness, he felt like he was half-asleep through those unfathomable abysses in the spirit world. For a long time, he could feel a colossal force echoing in the infinite distant sky, and this kind of music that only came out when the celestial bodies were moving had an inexplicable sense of sacredness, and there was a faint hint of apocalypse.

Not only these grand celestial sounds, but he could also feel the wonderful sounds of many beings that did not belong to this planet, or even to all the galaxies they knew. He looked around, and there was rightfully nothing around him...... But it is full of things that are difficult to see with the eyes of mortals.

He felt his body be altered by those powers, and it took something out of his body and added something that wasn't his to the form called "Frick Sierra Leone". These subsequent additions affected his own identity, and as he had observed, Dr. Coulter was no longer an individual simply living in the world.

Frick may think that he still has the same physical condition, but he clearly has some connection to the ambiguous boundaries around him. As he continued to drift forward, he felt a strange sense of alienation, as if he was subjectively gazing at the world in countless objective ways.

The experience was more profound than just observing the changes that had taken place in William Coulter, and Flick was almost experiencing the feeling he had experienced from his own perspective. It's just that in the process, he is only an observer, not a leader of the ritual.

He uses his own power to observe the vast nothingness that unfolds before him, and the senses hidden within him dissociate it into different possibilities. He deeply felt that when he saw more and more things, the "self" that remained in his body was gradually changing.

Whether it is the death and destruction of the body, or the collapse and dissipation of the spirit, these pains are far from being comparable to the despair that arises from the gradual disintegration of the self. But in the midst of this deepest despair, he was still aware of the definite presence hidden in the deepest part of his heart, enough to distinguish himself from the rest.

Since he is aware of the existence of his self, how can he let himself dissipate into nothingness? He took out the strength to grasp the last lifeline, tightly grasped the innermost existences, and forcibly pulled the fragments of the "self" back into his soul with his strong willpower.

"Ah, I'm amazed that you're back. ”

Just as the feeling of nothingness had completely dissipated, and Frick felt once again the clear line that could separate himself from anything other than himself, he was greeted by the strange voice of the man in black. A crack appeared in the silver pocket watch in his hand, and the accompanying force caused irreversible damage to Frick's consciousness as it returned to the spirit that remained in the spirit world.

Perhaps, as he said, Flick's performance surprised him - but it obviously did not have a decisive impact on the big picture. Because even as his consciousness was exiled into the void, the other men in black had succeeded in hindering Dr. Coulter's ritual.

William Kurt was chained to a charred stone pillar, and several spears pierced his body, holding him firmly in place. And the man in black who was holding the metal ball had an extra big axe with a strange shape in his hand at this time, ready to be executed.

Frick couldn't do anything but watch the blades fall.