"I'll hold him back, and you go." Gith was the first to react, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed two rounds of [Fault Cutting] abilities.

The invincible killing weapon did not move at all, and it was expected that the opponent's chest should be torn apart by the overlap of dimensional space, but nothing happened. The other party didn't do anything, stupidly squatting on the beam of the house and looking at him, like a stupid pastoral dog.

Guise's face was as dead as ashes.

In the next second, Gith's left hand was torn apart, and the unstable spatial fluctuations oscillated in a very small range, and then collapsed into a black dot, if he hadn't reacted fast enough, it would not have been his arm, but his entire body. Black dots are tiny wormholes that can't exist for long, and after just a few tenths of a second, everything is back to normal.

"Power ——!" Harris, who had been half-crazy and half-conscious, suddenly staggered to his feet, his black sand constantly wrapping the "black dog".

The black sand close to the flames around the black dog made a bilible sound, and countless components that could not be seen by the naked eye were stripped away, and the black sand itself was a kind of high-end nano machine, and the original shell was as hard as diamond, but now under that flame, there was no ability to resist at all.

The sturdy armor was torn apart, revealing the tiny components that were densely packed inside.

Something floated out of the black dog's fuzzy core, small silvery parts. The sharp-eyed crowd is no stranger to this, this is a nanomachine!?

The silver-white nanomachines are like greedy insects, grabbing the black sand and dragging it into the flames.

The volume of the black sand storm outside was a big circle, but it also dragged the opponent for more than ten seconds, and the "black dog" was like a pet that had been fed food by the owner, obediently squatting on the beam of the house and not leaving an inch, constantly eating away at the surrounding black sand covered with thick clouds.

Harris's face was pale, but as the black sand he was able to control became less and less, his mental state gradually stabilized.

When that thing devoured the black sand, it devoured along with the curse?

This doubt is destined to be unanswered.

Precious ten seconds of time naturally could not be wasted, Griffin had already fled without a trace because of his own delay, and the three of them exchanged glances with each other, and their opinions were fierce and difficult to reach.

"Go, go, what are you hesitating about," Oruch urged, "Use [Beacon], hurry, leave me alone." ”

"But—" Guise was so anxious that he didn't say anything about it, "If we're gone, you'll die."

"If it is really power as Ha Shao said, if you stay, it is better for everyone to die together, and it is better to die one than to die a group." Oruch gritted his teeth.

A sentence of power dispelled the consolation on Guise's lips.

In fact, from the moment Harris shouted his power, everyone present was like ashes, and they basically knew that there was no possibility of being spared today.

To be honest, the annotation of power in the clock tower is a general term for a single ability, and in a general sense, Guise's fault cutting, spatial leap and other abilities can also be called power, but - the power in Harris's mouth is obviously not this broad meaning, then it represents only one meaning - god or god-like!

Only God has power over power. Neither man-made nor natural is something they can deal with.

Giss tapped Harris's back with his only remaining hand, and as his fingertips touched his skin, streams of spatial energy were transmitted, and at several points in Harris's hindquarters, there were several built-in devices that were convex and convex, which were devices that stored and activated spatial energy, which were precious.

Dozens of kilometers away, a desolate and ancient breath washed the sky. The entire cloud layer seemed to feel the magical aura from the ancient desolation, and they avoided it one after another.

The ancient ritual unfolds in full swing.

Giss gritted his teeth, a wisp of blood spilled from his lips, all the space-time nano-elements in his body trembled slightly, and the surging spatial energy fluctuations brewed in the small body, along the meridians, extending towards the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Giggle –

Harris let out a slight growl in his throat, completely out of the way, and the incompatible spatial energy roamed unscrupulously within him. Everyone's attributes are different, and the energy attributes that can be compatible are also different, just like no one can be compatible with two different blood types at the same time. Moreover, the difference between space energy and impregnated energy in the body is like oil and gas and water, completely different kinds of substances, which is much more different than the difference in blood type. I have never heard of a person who has lost too much blood by pouring gasoline on life.

Relying on the effect of several spatial oscillators and blockers on his back, although he has done his best to reduce the damage of the berserk factor, the taste is still unpleasant, like someone using a knife to constantly cut the flesh.

The aura in the distance is getting stronger, and the beacon that Dante has constructed has begun to take shape.

The surrounding space also twisted and twisted, and fine spatial cracks continued to form and annihilate.

Everyone was sweating on their heads, partly from pain, partly from nervousness. The black sand surrounding the black dog is close to running out, and it can't stop it for long, and the ritual can be completed in advance because the two of them are not in good shape, but they can't open the wormhole with warped space for a long time.

Harris gritted his teeth and single-mindedly, raising one hand, and the only remaining black sand suspended around his body frantically poured in, overlapping and condensing into a black sphere the size of a basketball above the palm of his hand.

Compression: Compression, compression, compression.

The process of forming black rice grains is more difficult than last time.

He pinned all his hopes on this thunderous blow.

The grains of rice seem to have spirituality, come out of the chamber, shoot straight into the sky, and fall rapidly in the moment of suspension at a height of hundreds of meters.

Heavenly fire descended from the void and burned the earth.

The sky was stained with ink, the earth was shattered, and the prison beast let out a dying cry!

It's a pity that the script didn't go as planned.

Although since stepping into this battlefield, the original cognition has been constantly shattered, kneaded, and stuffed into the trash. But the strongest blow was so weak that Harris was stunned for a moment.

Even in my heart, for the first time, I had a sense of powerlessness in the face of the vastness of heaven and earth.

As soon as the rice grains fell into the range of the opponent's Black Flame Domain, they disappeared without a trace, and the fierce beast slowly turned its head. The faces of the three turned dark, and referring to what happened to Guise and Paulson, in the next second, the same attack would come.

The opponent seems to be able to reflect all physical damage. It's really hard to understand how it works, because it itself violates all common sense in physics.

Guise and Harris's faces turned pale, their eyes narrowed, and it seemed that they were ready to be killed, and they had given up resistance.

A figure came out of the crowd, it was Orucci!

Lonely, resolute, and unstoppable, the figure stepped on the streamer and crashed headlong into the black dog. Black flames burst out on him, and the earthy yellow shield collapsed instantly, staining his hair, his limbs, and his chest. No one had ever been contaminated with this flame, so I didn't know what it was like, but looking at Oruqi's contorted and twitching face, I could tell that it was an unbearable pain that was beyond the bounds of common sense.

Nanomachines can enhance human contact with pain and, of course, cut off neuronal cells that are used to receive feedback from the outside world. Rao is so, Oruqi is still in pain, this is not from the burning of the body, but from the burning of the soul.

With great perseverance, he plunged headlong into it. The fierce beast was suddenly pushed out more than ten meters, Lieutenant Colonel Oluqi opened his mouth wide but couldn't make any sound, his hair was open, his muscles were stacked like a block, the black school officer's uniform was torn, revealing the veins like piercing, and the veins thick of the baby's fingers at this moment were more like a pile of earthworms scurrying under the skin.

He roared in anger, his hair burned, his face burned, and his eyes flickered between the ugly flesh of the black hole, as vast as stars. He is burning with life, his limbs are only half amputated, his torso is riddled with holes, his body is surging with the potential to be stimulated, and the mobilized nanomachines are constantly fighting in vain against the outside world.

The black dog's eyes lit up, and black silk threads continued to spread out and pierce from his sturdy skin, and the nanomachines on Lieutenant Colonel Oruqi's body were like cream jelly, constantly pierced and sucked by straws. After sucking one place, the black line is pulled out, and then looking for the next better-tasting foothold.

The skin is peeling off, revealing the red and white muscle textures and blood vessels and fat underneath.

Incineration, incineration.

Smoking, smoking, smoking.

Even so, Major Orumi's heavy feet stepped into the ground, and the concrete shattered all around him, and he plowed a deep furrow in the ground with his feet, pushing the black dog back.

The black dog greedily ate the delicious nanomachine components on the other party's body, and was not willing to attack, so the two of them burned themselves and kept pushing the beast backwards, and the other greedily launched the black tentacles, in a vain attempt to peck at the last trace of each other's functions.

The white aperture behind him flickered more and more frequently, a sign that the beacon was about to activate.

The two of them in the aperture were teary-eyed, gritting their teeth, looking at the major who was gradually dissolving, and finally at the end, he turned his head as if he felt something, and grinned from a distance of hundreds of meters.

The light and shadow flowed, and the two turned into streamers and soared into the sky.

The Major had a split mouth without lips, a row of large white teeth exposed, and his eyes were bloody, and he couldn't see anything, but he knew he had managed to get the two children out. Decadent sleepiness came over me like a sea, and one stumbled, kneeling on the ground.

Pillars of fire soared into the sky, burning the last of his wreckage and withering.

.........

Black –

Boundless black.

There was a dead silence all around, and the mud under my feet was heavy, sticky, and cold.

Loneliness, loneliness, eternity, swept over like a mountain and a sea, completely indulging him.

Ye Suqin supported the ground on all fours, trying to get up. But several times in a row, I couldn't get up from the slippery ground. I can't see anything, only touch, and the haptic feedback is clammy, slippery, and slimy. It's like falling into the mud and can't be pulled out.

Is this what death feels like?

It's not as bad as it seems.

The memories in my head were shattered like glass. Fragments of finely disordered memories filled every nook and cranny of his mind that could be reached.

It's like — like a million puzzle pieces, scattered randomly in a square inch of space.

You know, you're never going to be able to put the pieces together.

You wander in the dark, giving up groping, giving up on moving forward, clutching your knees in a daze, but your mind is empty.

Time has no meaning here, it seems that so does thought.

I don't know how long it took, but it was like a moment.

Something tore a small hole in this dark space.

Whew-

Ye Suqin held his hands on the ground and gasped, sweat all over his body was like a spring, constantly dripping on the smooth marble floor, and soon, the sweat gathered into a small pool.

Sleepy, tired, as if every bone in his body was screaming, every inch of skin was aching. The hot pain was outflanked in all directions, and his thoughts trembled subconsciously.

It was an indescribable pain, and it was so painful that he was about to roll on the ground, but his consciousness was very clear.

The clothes on the chest were torn with a big hole, and the parts that were originally flying were completely complete and new. The heart is still beating vigorously, the spleen and lungs are intact, and fresh air rushes down the trachea into the alveoli.

It should have been damned!?

Why are you still alive?

The moment of being killed by Shabana is still engraved in the cerebral cortex, but the next paragraph is blank.

No, not completely blank, there are a lot of memory fragments, chaotic, intricate, fragmentary, there are small moments of a few tenths of a second, and there are also scenes that are minutes long. But - it always doesn't stick together.

It's messy, it's messy.

He tried to stand up, but his feet were so weak that he only wanted to make deep contact with the ground.

The whole person is like a puddle of mud.

The mud wastes all the energy and mobilizes the nano elements in the body to deploy muscles. Wait, nanocomponents!

What's going on? How has the number of nano-elements of the Nibelungen increased, and there are also a bunch of dense attachments to the central spine, shiny, as if it has also become a crystal texture along with the spine.

Along the nerve lines, the elements that are as small as dust, those elements that have been lazy from beginning to end, are running along various central nervous systems, various muscle textures, and various small pipes today.

The machine, which was originally called for for a long time, is particularly powerful today. A single thought can be used to deploy thousands of components.

The efficiency of the nerve reflex arc increased by 7.3 percent, the density of muscle fibers increased by 9.3 percent, the brain cell hub junction line increased by 4.3 percent, and so on.

The bodily functions have expanded so much invisibly.

Ye Suqin glanced at the internal mechanism in surprise, originally he had control over his body to the smallest degree, but now with the assistance of nanomachines, this function is even more subtle.

He could feel every trace of blood flowing in his body, every trace of qi flowing. It can even direct them to any part of the body.

And so on –

His subtle observation allowed him to spot the abnormality for the first time.

He had been fighting with the Shabana couple in the ruins of a three-story building, where was this?

The light of dawn is refracted and the darkness recedes.

The eyes adjusted to the glaring at the beginning, and the originally blurry picture gradually became clear, and everything in front of them gradually revealed.

A familiar smell came over the place.

Crumbling walls, broken fences, peeling tiles and half of the steps missing.

It slightly matches some of the buildings in memory, but it is completely unrecognizable.

There was a faint sound of early reading in my ears. The children's immature voices matched the desolate and ancient ruins, and a strange feeling greeted the heart.

No—not an illusion. There is really the sound of reading, as if it has passed through the shackles of time and come to his ears.

He looked for prestige, and it was still the familiar classroom, and the familiar faces.

How can it be?

He stood up in a daze, and walked towards the end of the corridor with vague steps.

This is the No. 5 teaching building of Lanshu Middle School, which is a distant memory that I dare not touch in the deepest part of my sleep.

But the decaying scenery around him reminded him that everything was fake, that this was a wasteland, the end of the world.

But the familiar sound of reading aloud, like a needle, kept stinging his memories.

In the classroom, the dilapidated desks and chairs, the torn blackboard, there are phantoms shaking, one by one familiar students sit upright, one by one look up at the blackboard, the lecturer who is over the age and gray hair is holding a ring ruler to compare pictures and explain on it.

But, everything is unreal.

The phantom outlines this unreal "memory". Light and dust pierced through the shadows without hindrance. It's still the same face as it was at the beginning, and it's still a familiar taste in my memory. But these are gone, and they will never return.

Ye Suqin smiled bitterly, feeling that he must be too tired, too tired. will produce such ethereal memories.

He walked blankly among the shadows of his classmates, between the desks, there were too many green traces on his green faces, and he searched for the past, wanting to see himself at his desk.

It was a sassy girl with short shaved hair, with her back to herself, and her face could not be seen clearly, but her body was petite, revealing a youthful vitality.

Hey—my memories seem to be mixed with memories that don't belong to me.

He was slightly stunned, reached out and gently pressed it on the girl's shoulder, as if there was some telepathy, and the girl turned her head blankly