，

The storm stopped.

The original port area has now become a large area of depression, completely stripped of the cement layer on the outer wall of the city.

In the middle of the basin, Scati still had no sense of relief, still wielding a great sword, and most of his silver hair was stained with blood.

But just by seeing Mr. Bai, she would unconsciously smile on her face.

Then, the string that had always been tight in his head broke, and the whole person fainted, and there was darkness in front of him, and his body immediately went limp.

However, Scati did not fall to the ground.

On the contrary, after fainting, Scati's body floated in an anti-gravity state.

Han Baiyi, who was standing in front of her, was stunned and looked at his hands blankly.

As soon as he saw that Scati was about to fall, the thought of 'holding her' unconsciously appeared in his mind.

However, what corresponds to this thought is not the action of reaching out to support the other person, but the spiritual change of the corresponding area.

At the moment when Han Baiyi had the idea of 'lifting Scati', an anti-gravity force field formed by a spirit appeared around Scati.

It's quite a bit like the effect of words.

No, it should be the mindfulness of the law.

Until now, Han Baiyi has not adapted to his physical state.

Is this the realm of the gods?

Han Baiyi had such a question in his heart.

It seems that there is still some difficulty in imagining that this is a power of its own.

While thinking, Han Baiyi looked up at the sky.

Above the high clouds, the formation he had carved out according to the arrival of his dependents had not yet dispersed.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to use this power that belonged to the gods to a certain extent.

However, the stronger this force became, the more jealous Han Baiyi felt in his heart.

Because these powers, strictly speaking, are only 'borrowed' by him.

When he was in that dark space, Han Baiyi had no way of knowing, but the moment he got out of that space, a large amount of information appeared in his mind.

The space he was in before was called, of unknown origin and function.

In that space, there is only infinite and infinite depth of thought.

There is no information about who made this formation, Han Baiyi only knows that this formation is equivalent to a gate.

When you enter this space, you will automatically extract everything in the world you know.

From the most basic self-knowledge, to the most profound philosophical thoughts, mathematical questions, and even ordinary thoughts such as what to eat in the morning, noon and evening, are all within the scope of extraction.

All the questions that Han Baiyi heard there were extracted from his cognition, the questions he had seen.

It's just that many problems have been separated for too long, and if you don't think about it, even Han Baiyi himself has no impression.

This one seems to make a living from this.

In return, Han Baiyi gained a terrifying power for a certain period of time.

What gave Han Baiyi a headache was that when he was watching the plot of Ark of Tomorrow before, he didn't remember that such a thing came out of this game.

Obviously, this thing is also an extension of the mysterious side of this world, and it has not yet appeared in the main plot.

In addition, there are the so-called dependents and gods.

Although I haven't seen it yet, in this world, I'm afraid that there really is a powerful existence like a so-called god, who is omniscient and omnipotent to some extent.

Otherwise, Han Baiyi would not be able to explain who created the Sky Array, let alone where this powerful force that even he could hardly control came from.

There are many thoughts in his heart, and his hands are carefully controlling the power, reining in the spiritual machine around him, and holding Skati from the air.

Scati, on the other hand, was already exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

It's just that the mottled blood-red lump on her body made Han Baiyi purse her lips.

The spiritual eye is opened, and the perspective is seen.

Scati's seemingly intact body was like a cracked porcelain in Han Baiyi's eyes.

Bones, muscles, internal organs, skin.

There are wounds everywhere.

The injuries in each place were not too serious, but the dense accumulation of numbers made Scati's body, which was far stronger and stronger than steel, difficult to return, and almost collapsed.

Han Baiyi looked angry and distressed.

Then, feeling the high condensation around him, he looked at Scati's body and pondered for a moment, deciding that he might as well give it a try.

He concentrated and stared at Miss Orca in front of him, repeating the thought in his head.

Sure enough, before he could feel tired, pale golden streamers peeled off from the sky one by one, falling on her like a little light feather.

The light feathers converged little by little, forming a slightly complex spiritual technique above Scati's body, but it was not difficult for Han Baiyi to understand.

Under the shroud of this spiritual magic, the wounds on Skati's body were continuously stitched up at a speed visible to the naked eye in the spiritual nourishing repair.

The entire recovery process seems to be sped up countless times over.

Han Baiyi himself obviously didn't know any professional medical knowledge, but the scene in his spiritual eyes made him realize that Scati's condition was indeed getting better under the healing of his slightest 'thought'.

It's just that this thought can't seem to be interrupted, otherwise it will interrupt the healing progress.

It wasn't until three or four minutes later that Scati's body became intact under the moisture of Han Baiyi.

The complexion gradually became a little rudder.

Han Baiyi held his old waist and straightened up with a tired face.

Although there was no action, if Han Baiyi used this power to do something that he couldn't do on his own, it seemed that it would make him expend more energy.

But even so, it also made Han Baiyi inexplicably have the illusion that this force seemed to be 'omnipotent'.

It's like doing a math problem.

The purpose that Han Baiyi wants is the topic.

The process of treating Scati is the solution to the problem.

The purpose of the treatment is the answer.

But now, the power brought to Han Baiyi has allowed him to omit the process of 'problem solving ideas' and directly obtain the 'answer'.

It's a power that can be called cheating.

However, if you delve into its essence, it is actually an envoy of inspiration.

It's just that there are some changes in the way of application, and some steps have been solved in the middle.

Everything still needs to be explored.

Luckily, there were plenty of targets nearby for him to experiment with.

While thinking, Han Baiyi put Scati flat on the ground.

As soon as the thought fell, first a complex spiritual magic pattern flashed, and then a pale golden shield immediately rose from the ground, taking a rectangular shape, just enough to completely envelop Scati.

Han Baiyi raised his head and looked at the golden towers around him that enveloped the entire Chernobog like a birdcage, and his right hand was out of thin air.

Tear pull –

The knife slashed through the air, making a faint cracking sound.

The golden tower, which was originally as beautiful as a waterfall and flowing water, suddenly froze.

The infected ones also coagulated.

It's like a cicada trapped in amber.

Immediately after, a strong and undisguised spiritual fluctuation bloomed from Han Baiyi's body, enveloping the entire Chernobog City in the blink of an eye.

Every corner of the city is presented in Han Baiyi's mind, forming an ultra-miniature three-dimensional image of the city in the blink of an eye.

Everyone who was still alive in the city, everything that happened, became clear to him.

It was obviously the first time to accept such a large amount of information at once, but Han Baiyi's brain didn't seem to have the slightest discomfort, and he quickly made everything clear.

"Hoo ......"

Han Baiyi let out a long breath and raised his spirit to the highest point.

The spiritual power around him, which had condensed to the point of almost materialization, could not stop revolving around him.

Then, step out.

The thought was just a flash, and the corresponding complex spiritual magic appeared under his feet.

The whole person then disappeared in place.

When it reappeared, it was already hundreds of meters away.

No sonic boom, no thermal barrier,

Everything happens silently.

......

......

"Snort......"

A miserable white palm stiffened and slashed open a handful of dirt ash.

Mephistopheles grim as she sat up from the ground with one hand on her chest and the ground with the other.

On his left chest, there is a bowl-sized permeable cavity that can be seen from the front and behind him.

But, even so, he is still alive.

As long as it's for Faust and Sister Tallulah, this little pain is nothing.

The dejected and miserable appearance in front of the Shining Spirit before was just to deceive her for a chance to escape.

Fortunately, there are too many strong people on this battlefield, and she doesn't have time to stay after defeating herself.

He was right.

Mephistopheles gasped for air.

The surface of the body is surrounded by the brilliance of the glittering source stone.

In the hollow of the chest, knotted blood vessels slowly grow and connect with each other, and then they continue to deform and change their state, and finally form a fist-sized heart.

The internal organs are followed by bones and muscles, and then by the skin.

Although it took more than ten minutes, it was considered to be good.

It's just a heart piercing.

Mephistopheles watched coldly as the organs in her body squirmed, not at all as miserable as she had when she was in front of The Shining.

Back when he was called 'Ino', he had endured similar pain countless times.

The calf was cut off, the palm of the hand was cut off, the finger was cut off, and a part of the organ was dug out to observe the growth time......

The torture and pain he experienced were simply unimaginable to ordinary people.

As long as there is still a chance to rescue Faust......

It's just pain and humiliation,

It's nothing.

The wound was only half healed, and the muscles barely covered the cavity, Mephistopheles gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet, ready to go.

However, before he could leave the place, the surrounding 'towers' suddenly turned from fluid to solid like rime hanging on the treetops in winter, making a continuous click.

Mephistopheles stared, but was dumbfounded.

He didn't even know in which direction Faust's tower was.

"This, what is this?!"

"What's going on! Why is this happening? What the hell are these things! ”

"If these things are shattered, what will happen to the infected inside?"

"Faust ......"

"Faust !!"

Just the thought of the unknowable consequences made Mephistopheles's heart suddenly so frightened that she couldn't stop calling Faust's name.

But, rightfully so.

No one responded.

Just as he was running around eagerly but dazedly, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Mephistopheles ran and shouted in the empty street for a moment, and unconsciously stiffened in place.

Han Baiyi stood in place, his toes surrounded by spiritual energy, about three or four centimeters from the ground.

As if hearing Mephistopheles' voice, she glanced at him with a blank face.

Just by looking at it, Mephistopheles had a sense of dislocation as if she had been crushed by a mountain, and her whole person seemed to have been stepped into the soil, so small and fragile that she was like an ant, and even her breathing was wrong.

The huge source stone energy that he was proud of on weekdays, in front of this man, he didn't even have the qualifications to be excited outside the body, and his whole body seemed to be suppressed by his momentum, and he couldn't even bend his back.

Just glancing at him, the heaviness made Mephistopheles uncontrollable to kneel.

Then, Han Baiyi seemed to recognize Mephistopheles.

Gently spit out a byte in your mouth.

Mephistopheles was stunned.

Without the slightest warning, a crimson spiritual magic suddenly appeared at his feet, and the intricate magic patterns flickered slightly for a moment, and then dissociated into the air like shredded paper floating in the air.

Han Baiyi didn't even look at it, and after spit out a word, his figure disappeared in place again.

Mephistopheles was still standing still.

The expression is still glazed.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of wind blew down from between the ruins.

Scattered in the air along with the wind, Mephistopheles' corpse collapsed like a pile of sand, decomposing into elementary particles.

After the wind passed, there was not the slightest trace of his presence except for the slightly scattered white sand on the ground.

A word of life and death.