Leora leaned forward, his vision uncontrollable, swaying like a sorcerer who couldn't help himself as the chronicles of the sword were remembered. His fingers tightly gripped the jagged crack in the broken blade of the sword, and his consciousness fled. In the blink of an eye, he saw that he was the shaman who had killed himself with a sword

"Smite me with thunder,

Kill me with starlight,

Hunt me with a sword of fire,

For you, Soloast, will eventually dismantle and be resurrected endlessly

Between obsessions, in the emptiness, on the corpses of the flaming snow...

[Occurring before the Word of Language, God's madness, white-blindness was not temporal. It does not happen in time – because, if the concept of time is already true, then we can also assume that this God has been freed from the wheel of his own insanity...

The mooring place of the "Wanderer" is the origin of the opal color in the five-dimensional space, and at the same time there is a linear rheological time series and the eternity of synchronicity. There, the starship's slender and smooth hull rests peacefully, like a sleeping cyborg waiting for an opportunity to move.

The navigation system in the main control room is skillfully automated. Just below it is a laboratory that occupies an entire chamber. At this point, its energy flow pattern is highly concentrated on the instrument floating in mid-air in the upper right: a large, glittering electromagnetic tube. The various delicate instruments gathered around the catheter are also busy working enthusiastically, recording numbers and instructions.

The operating procedure of the voice system automatically reports the data data: "The voltage is maintained at eight points to the power of ten; Volts start from ten to the negative quadratic and drop to an extremely low point at a rate of three logarithms per second; The temperature remained constant at minus 297 degrees Celsius..."

Two people standing next to each other with different expressions were looking at the "matter-energy" exchange process in the electromagnet tube with different eyes.

Lucifer has always been arrogant and mischievous, as if he was eaten by the "Black Hole of the Mother Goddess"; Instead, there was a look of doubt and surprise. He looked at Leola and involuntarily raised his index finger, rubbing the corners of his mouth slightly confused.

"Hey, you've really extracted that thing's 'living soul'! Do you know what that is? ”

Leora didn't really know how she did it. He is like a wading man who has lost his memory, diving into an unpredictable abnormal space, and at a moment that cannot be estimated in time, the biological message of the broken sword makes him incarnate various characters in historical time and space at the same time...

Later, he didn't know what the turn was, but he entered the "body" of the remnant, digging out a mass that resembled spinal fluid or spiritual thoughts—and in an instant, the thing entered his inner body and turned into a brilliant but painful command. At that juncture when he had to make a choice, the answer was predestined: he couldn't erase the suspense that was almost equivalent to heartache and love.

He leaned on a dark silver-gray photon lying bunk with his hands propped up, and his whole body was still in the aftermath of the extreme blending. I only felt that the cortex, internal organs, and blood veins had been lifted, completely shattered, powdered, and magically reconstituted into my current self, with excessive pleasure afterwards.

"Well, it seems that he has provoked an unknown God. The most rare thing is that this God is still in the throes of pain, and he is trying to incarnate himself. ”

Lucifer snorted a few times, not knowing whether to reaffirm his surprise or muttered to himself for some reason: "It turns out that before the world and light were named, it was possible to capture such a young tyrannosaurus-like god at the bottom of the remains of the debris!" Interesting and interesting. ”

"I really want to see what kind of virtue he will develop. But don't play another game of Genesis Heavenly Father and Adam and Eve! ”

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[I don't know anything yet.] I am an empty white field, a blank piece of paper, an egg that has not yet hatched. I haven't turned into a woman yet. 】

Can't tell the beginning from the end, can't make out the overlapping bodily fluids, wheezing, crying, or... the long, gentle sigh before the experience?

As he felt it, the palm holding the hilt of the sword twisted into an awe-inspiring arc similar to a falcon's wings. The figure in the Roman robe, the nervous bowstring, and the torch that swept through the field, like the bricks of the city when the Tower of Babel collapsed, flooded without heaven and earth until the sky was full of rain.

Xiu Wei is like the samurai of the first cherry dance in early spring, his hands are solemn and quiet, facing his love and enemies, he tightens his young lips and teeth and sword momentum, and shakes off a dragon-like sword dance in an uproar, liquefiing the sky into the protein slurry of the original universe, disintegrating the fiery emotion, and turning it into an inky landscape with water sleeves rolled up...

Generation after generation, like a series of violently undulating mountains, domineering and lustful to occupy an inch of cold autumn water-like bright skin. The pulsations that invade the bottom of the bones relax and relax, stirring up the irresistible depth...

Is it the tip of the sword that invades the flesh and blood, or is it the bone marrow that is frantically condensed, like a greedy sucker, melting the bright edge of the frozen for thousands of years into a speck of dew on the cliff of spring? Before and after, here and then, the perceptions and thoughts that surround them are all the crazy monologues of the magician of fire. The moment the sound accompanied the exhaustion of the seal, it turned into a murmur of ghost chirps, and it followed each other all the time in every moment of the long sleep.

From the moment the "I" was cast, the life and defeat of each envoy, the pass and the cliff, the solitude before the duel, and the withering of the corpse in the smoke of the beacon fire, were carefully cut and stored, and the birthmark remained. The deep entrance of the cave is like a galaxy tunnel that can never be broken... However, there is no longer anything called the "Blade of Fire".

Now, only I, who exists in the realm of too vain, coexist with every wave of thought that is unwilling to decay, tossing and turning together! What is it? That's who we are?! It's...

"The extraction purity of the electrons reached 100 percent, the vacuum tube was started, and the distillation process was timed for 3 minutes and 49 seconds. Launch. ”

So what is it exactly? Objects that are shaking and violently explode retrograde in space, quenching and colliding with each other, but full of pure rhythm. The sound of cymbals and shovels. It shook the bottomless soft darkness, and a once-in-a-kind crack was born from it. The particles are colorful, sometimes converging, sometimes extracting.

Finally, the turmoil of the material world is like a unicorn that has escaped from the leash, violent and pure, severing the eternal vortex of radical rotation that has offset the shape, tone and hue, and divides the "gaze eye" and the "vocal lips" of "me".