In the previous period, in addition to "True Kill", my "Combat Concealment" has also made great progress.

The "Battle Concealment" that I used when I was late to deal with the lieutenant was just the result of my lack of proficiency, and now I have mastered this skill more deeply in my training. And in the battle with the fanatics at this moment, it showed a different effect from the past.

As the fight continued, I had quickly grasped the fighting style of the fanatic, and he couldn't do the same. In fact, although he is a scientist, he is also very skilled in combat, and my skills are quite rough, and with his eyes, he can quickly grasp my fighting style. But the reality is: whenever he fights me, he acts like he's facing my attack for the first time.

He couldn't accumulate the experience of fighting me, it was like his eyes were blind in his heart, and he couldn't even see into my three-plank axe routine.

This is the advanced effect of "Battle Hide".

Unfortunately, he'd seen me use "battle hiding" to cover up my big moves. Due to the sheer scale of the intended destruction, it is more difficult to conceal the opponent's awareness than a normal attack, and it is even more difficult to expect to be able to hide it a second time. But it's not completely ineffective, as long as I find his flaws, I can still give him a fatal blow.

The question was how to overcome his ability to manipulate spatial distortion, he could flash far away with a slight movement, and even if I could catch his flaws, I would not have the confidence to actually hit him.

Strictly speaking, my purpose in coming to this area was not to defeat the fanatics, but to find a way to take Jolipop out of the fog, preferably by tackling the fog itself. Is it possible to do this by defeating the fanatics? Not necessarily. But if you let the fanatics continue to operate, more problems will arise.

Although I don't know what his intentions are, the True Spirit Power Vortex above the Broadcasting Tower is definitely not a good place to hang there. Besides, the mirage was destroyed because of him, and I have no reason to satisfy him.

"This fog was also unfolded by you, and for your own purposes, you didn't even let go of the demon warlocks who followed you?" Because even if I kill him, I can't get information by reading his memory, so I can only use words to get clues in battle.

He squeezed into my intentions, "You want to know how to deal with this fog." But I didn't have the kindness to tell you about this fog, and you'd die without knowing anything. ”

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess something. After killing Wei Chi, Bite Blood took the wooden box sealed with demonic mist and handed it over to you, and then you somehow turned it into a fog that devoured the entire mirage, right? I tried to continue reasoning based on the clues at hand, "What is that 'some kind of means'?" To do this kind of thing, it definitely takes an extremely large amount of spirituality, have you used the massive amount of spirituality collected from Liucheng to multiply that little bit of mist to the current scale? ”

Even more than 5,000 spirits are definitely not enough to do such a thing, but fanatics seem to be able to use those spirits over and over again through dreamy immortal dreams. However, that kind of means is definitely not unlimited, and if there are those conditions, he can even do more, even if it is to unfold the fog that engulfs the whole earth.

Fanatics seem to disdain to lie and do not want to answer my questions, so they take a noncommittal attitude. I continued to ask questions to probe his reaction, "That True Spirit Power Vortex is also your masterpiece?" ”

"Have you ever wondered what logic this universe operates on? What is the nature of all things, where does it begin and where does it end? He listened to my question, and suddenly asked me in turn, and he didn't know what he was saying, "Is the world we live in just someone's dream?" If that's the case, or if it's not, then what would be the purpose of our existence? ”

I remembered many of Lieque's descriptions of this person, "You don't want to say that you are destroying the mirage in order to explore the truth." ”

"So what?" The fanatic said with an unchanged face.

"That kind of thing is troublesome for you to only study when you go to the toilet to poop, and there is no reason for other people to accompany your idiot dreams." Although I admire his obsession with pursuing truth as a scientist, I cannot identify with his evil.

"You are the dreamers. Interpreting the world with a plausible worldview is a fool's dream. He muttered, "I've had enough." Since no one can pursue the truth, it is up to me to pursue it. I'm going to wake up from this boring dream. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he activated the spatial distortion again and took a step back.

But this time, instead of appearing dozens of paces away, he disappeared directly from my field of vision. Of course he didn't really disappear, and even if he could do invisibility, I could lock him in with my awareness. And at this moment, I also used my awareness to locate his threat, and I captured his figure again with my vision - he actually retreated to the broadcast tower a kilometer away in just one step!

Immediately after, he stood in that position, unleashed the spatial distortion again, and smashed the mace with all his might aimed at me.

The concept of distance was severely distorted, and his weapon, which was at most a meter long, strangely crossed a full kilometer of space to smash my skull.

I countered him as I dodged. Distance is a relative concept, and since he can attack me, I can attack him too. But something strange happened again—the space between me and him was narrowed by distortion, and when he attacked me, he was close at hand, but when I attacked him, it felt like the end of the world.

I can understand if he used spatial distortion to distance himself after the attack, or if the two phenomena occurred in two unrelated locations that were close together. But the truth is that "extremely near" and "extremely far", two diametrically opposed phenomena, completely overlap at the same time, and even the most basic logic appears in the space between me and him.

He unleashed another all-out hammer full of nidal intent at me, and I still wanted to dodge, but this time I couldn't even dodge. I felt like the space around me was stretching and expanding endlessly, moving dozens of paces of distance, but visually only moving by a fraction of a second. I had to block and counter-attack. The block was successful, but the counterattack was still unsuccessful, unable to reach the broadcast tower he was on. After that, he unleashed another powerful nirvana attack at a fast pace.

Both my axe and his hammer are weapons that are absolutely offensive and therefore a shortcoming on the defensive front. I can still be evenly matched with him at a distance where we can attack each other, but in this one-sided situation, I am overwhelmingly disadvantaged. In just three moves, I was crushed by his sternum, and immediately regenerated at a super speed and continued to defend.

But at this rate, within three seconds, I would be dead.

The situation has reached such a point that I don't even have a 1 percent chance of winning, and I can't even escape.

It was I who misjudged. I thought that his spatial distortion was just a step into tens of steps, but it turned out to be completely different. Although it is true that I did not have the intuition to hit the bull's-eye when I made this judgment, in many cases, even if I did not have this feeling, it does not mean that my judgment is completely wrong, and it may be "not far away". I judged that he would be able to double or triple the range of maneuvers at best, but I never expected him to be able to do this.

After all, if he could do that, why did he come and fight me first, instead of doing it in the first place?

I quickly observed the situation and soon discovered something. At some point, I felt like I was getting closer to the radio tower. Obviously, I couldn't close the distance before. This change must have happened during my battle with the fanatics just now.

I realized, I was probably standing on the edge of the distorted space at first, so I still had time to escape. But he had just retreated continuously, luring me deeper into the distorted space. The reason why he didn't choose to let me go deeper while I was trying to get close to the radio tower was probably because it was easy to arouse my alarm about the spatial changes at the time, and I would have to withdraw immediately in a cautious manner, so he had to stealthily complete this part in the middle of the dogfight.

He's determined to trap me in this distorted space!

The three-second hour was fast approaching, and I was at the end of my rope as I watched his mace bombard from a kilometer away.

But there's no way I'm going to sit still. I gathered all my strength and swung the siren blade. Huge indigo blades burst into flames and blasted towards the broadcast tower with unparalleled destructive power. That's when the incredible changes took place.

In my perceptual perception, the huge sword made up of the power of the true spirit seemed to tear through the distorted space for a short time. It is said that it is torn, and there is no trace of destruction in the space to the naked eye, but the huge knife gang seems to have broken through the distortion of space and flew past in a normal movement mode. Even the fanatics seemed to be taken aback, and their movements slowed down.

However, the deeper you go, the higher the distortion density of the space. After spanning hundreds of meters, the huge sword finally fell into an endlessly elongated space only a hundred meters away from the broadcasting tower, and "stopped" in mid-air.

And taking advantage of this brief tear, I retreated without hesitation, and withdrew from the envelope of the distorted space in one breath.

——

I retreated to a place where I couldn't see the Broadcasting Tower and the vortex of True Spirit Power. During this period, the fanatics had no intention of chasing after them. This is also of course, he is not my opponent outside of the distortion space.

At the same time, I also understood that as long as the fanatic was still in that place, I would never be able to win him.

The "clue out of the fog" that Joe Licorice said was supposed to be in the broadcast tower, but I couldn't have approached the broadcast tower. Although I have understood that my sword can tear through the distortion space, it is useless for a hundred meters around the broadcast tower.

Admittedly, I tried only once, but that alone was enough to give me an ironclad awareness that there was no wall to cross.

Only, why can my knife gang tear through the distortion space? Because that's the power of the true spirit? But it's not that the fanatical believer doesn't know that I know the power of the true spirit, and he will only study the power of the true spirit more than me, and it is not the first time that he has faced my full strength, but he was so surprised at the time. And if there is any difference between my sword gang this time and last time, it is that the "true kill" link has been strengthened.

This enhanced "True Kill" is otherwise nothing new, and only has the potential to interact more with other True Spirit Forces. According to my speculation, the distorted space is probably also the product of the power of the true spirit, which is why it was torn apart at that time unexpectedly by the fanatics.

It's not going to be easy, and though I was able to escape thanks to this, I can't be naïve enough to think that a fanatic wouldn't be able to see it. In other words, my hand against the fanatic's Dream Undead has just been exposed.

In addition, when I was fighting, I also used my sensitive peak awareness to spy on the vortex of true spirit power above the broadcast tower, and I was able to come up with some simple observations.

That vortex of true spirit power seems to be a "dream".

I'm also not very good at explaining how I feel, and it stands to reason that dreams can't be seen in the real world with the naked eye. But that dream seems to have concentrated too much "reality"—that is, the power of true spirits—so that it can be observed even in the real world.

In addition, there seems to be a vague connection between the fanatical believers and them, so I preliminarily judge that the essence of the fanatics is probably in the vortex of true spiritual power.

These are just vague feelings, and I can't say that they are necessarily true.

That vortex of true spirit power gave me a special premonition, and at the same time, I could see visually that something was brewing in it. While fighting the fanatics, I could more or less feel his state of mind. Although he said that he had a desire to kill me, and he did so, the reason why he wanted to kill me was to "stall for time". As for what I was delaying the time, I had no more clues, so I could only temporarily suspect the vortex of true spirit power.

I regurgitated the intelligence that the battle brings. At the same time, I could feel a faint, inconvenient disappointment in the corners of my heart that I hadn't bitten blood.

It's a good thing that you don't get a bite of blood. In front of a super-main warlock, no matter how much I exhausted my skills and tactics, I was powerless. Now she wants to kill me as easily as a warlock wants to kill ordinary people. Still, I couldn't stop my heart from wanting to bite blood. If your desires are frustrated, you will naturally be disappointed.

All I can do is suppress my ulterior thoughts with all my might.

At the moment, I had no choice but to return to the site of the Security Service and think about the course of action after that. And at this moment, the siren, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sounded in my head.

"I've cracked the 'Modify Access Control'!" She said happily.

(End of chapter)