The peristaltic flesh did not respond to any of my questions. Although the right palm had a mouth, that mouth would only imitate me, or make an undefined and rhythmic voice, sometimes making people feel that it was really speaking, expressing themselves Meaning, but sometimes it only makes people feel that it is just a physiological pronunciation similar to the sound made when hungry. When I scratched the itchy face, a large piece of flesh fleshed off. The abnormal flesh was still beating in my hand, and I fell aside. The wound began to produce a completely different itching, and soon there was a This kind of recovery feeling, when touched again, the wound there has disappeared.

My body is more and more adapted to this harsh peninsula environment in this constant erosion and constant repair. As the fierce battles of the two monsters in the distance became more accumulated, the erosive power accompanied by the impact also became deeper, but this level of increase did not seem to exceed my adaptability as a Level 4 Mageweaver.

The alienation of the body surface and the alienation accompanied by breathing deep into the internal organs are at the same time. I sometimes feel that my internal organs suddenly have other consciousness, grow tentacles, and become another life independent of this body. However, when it was a toddler, it was strangled in the cradle by another force like immunity, and its body was readjusted into a normal internal organ, and the function as an internal organ was in this changing process. Medium, a little bit enhanced.

I feel that my breathing is stronger and my heartbeat is stronger. Although from the inside to the outside, it is always accompanied by a feeling of discomfort, and I cannot fully exert all my physical functions. However, relative to the same standard, the current body must definitely It is stronger than before, and it is getting stronger.

I created a new respirator with Level 4 Mageweave and set it on an existing mask. Even so, the closer to the creeping flesh and blood in front of my eyes. Those odors are still permeable, even if deliberately creating a fragrance to neutralize, it does not reduce this odor, but instead. Even the scent seems to be part of the odor. The only thing that makes people feel a little comforting is that it makes me feel that the odor that spreads around is finally not so pure. After the different flavors are mixed in, the air that I breathe into my mouth and nose It looks cloudy. But it is still stronger than the extreme and pure odor before, at least psychologically.

I have walked into the range of ten meters away from this monster again. The odor here is so dense that even the strong wind cannot blow it away completely. The purple and black is like mist and dust, and any light can find that one. The particles resemble those of candidates, tumbling particles. It is said to be "particulate", but it is only a description of a form that one can visually see, in fact. I'm not sure, is it a "particle" at the material level, or is it just a visual phenomenon. In front of them, they fluttered and rolled, but in the chain judgment, they did not exist.

Father Edward has taken out too many quirky handwriting. The mysteries I have seen from him are almost all strange, novel and unexpected. Even if it is understood from the beginning. "Mystery" originally means "anything can happen", but it is about the commonality of human cognition, to the things in the illusion of doomsday. Including "mystery" also has a macro effect, so most of the cases are "not strange", and things that really give mysterious experts a sense of freshness are actually rare.

Ninety-nine and ninety-nine kinds of demons, even if only designed through imagination. If you only rely on the power of one person, not everyone can persevere. In other words, almost no one would actually do this kind of thing, let alone make 990 kinds of demons into something that can be actually observed, touched, and possesses a real shape. I have never been able to understand how Father Edward completed the disguise. In terms of intelligence, this power does not seem to be inherent in him, nor does it rely on the ready-made "mystery" of the magic pattern to develop it further. of.

Father Edward's power is like being built from scratch, designed and constructed by himself, but this situation is in contradiction with my mysterious cognition of the mysterious doomsday.

Only in the closed world environment of Doomsday Illusion, the concept of "mystery" tends to "infinite unknown". Because of the infinite, it is also unpredictable and unable to grasp its context and principle. Any place that can be traced can be It is considered to be a superficial illusion, and all the most essential things are hidden deep in the conceptually inaccessible depth, which in turn prevents science from being essentially established. For science, "logic" is the foundation of its establishment, and "existence is both material and everything can be traced, and it can finally be proven from the mathematical level. When mathematics comes to an end, it will see philosophy, and And purely philosophical philosophy. "Such cognition is also the foundation of modern science. Then, when all "logic" can only be regarded as "surface" and "false", according to the method of scientific thinking, it is impossible to recognize "mystery", nor to explore and study in a true sense. mysterious".

So, instead of relying on scientific thinking and research methods, what does Father Edward rely on to complete the disguise? I am totally incomprehensible because the thinking angle is also deeply dependent on logic.

Maybe, excluding the reality of the prestigious hospital, and only from the perspective of "humans in the illusion of the last days", the existence of Father Edward is closer to me than the source of "mystery". If there must be an explanation, then I can only do so. Thought about it.

However, even if Father Edward is in the true sense, the genius beloved by the "mystery" is not comparable to ordinary mortals like me. However, from the current situation alone, I still feel that my odds are higher.

Because, the powerful Father Edward is gradually changing from "a collaborator of many people" to "a lonely lone traveler". As a "lonely lone traveler", I am being needed by more people as the situation changes.

"As long as multiple people exist in an environment at the same time, social mechanisms will work." I walked step by step toward the flesh and blood of the flesh and said to him: "Father Edward, when you are a human and think of yourself as a human, you need Recognize, face and obey the operating mechanism of society, but even if you become a monster and do not consider yourself as a human again, you also have to face the operating mechanism of human society. The only difference is that the previous you are One of them. You can follow the trend, and now you seem to have been excluded, and you have to face all the pressures it brings. I am fighting you here. I am alone, but you really Do you think I am the only one? "

"Look at you now, look at the two monsters in the distance ... Maybe you think that everything at this time is still in your plan, but you really think. Is this just your plan? Do you really think that other people ’s plans are just a part of your plan? Can you really think without pressure that you can adjust your own plans according to others ’plans to make up for the errors caused by the deviations? I have always thought that the closer you get to the result, the less you can make changes. If you want to advance one hundred steps to reach your goal, then the most important choice is not the first ninety steps, but the last ten steps. "I stayed five steps away from the creeping flesh and blood. This is the distance that the right-handed monster can grasp as soon as it reaches out." Let me see what more amazing things you can do, Father Edward, because , Your remaining steps are no more than ten steps. "

Creepy flesh, flesh-like inorganics, constantly changing shapes of monsters possess these three descriptions of Father Edward's demon disguise, and finally in my gaze. Started further changes. I do n’t think I should stop this kind of change. To go deeper, I do n’t think I can stop this kind of change. Because, visible behavior. Perhaps it is just an illusion, the real change is on a level that I cannot observe.

It began to autophagy.

The mouth of the monster in the right hand is attached to the constantly changing body, biting down bit by bit, swallowing, from the intestine connected to the right hand. Can see bursts of bulging, making people think that what was swallowed by the mouth is being transported back into the peristaltic flesh. It bite and swallow so fast, the previous breath, this mouth is only the size of the palm, but the next breath is already larger than the head of a normal person, and then it becomes able to swallow half of the body, just like a snake swallowing Similarly, the bigger and bigger mouth is far beyond the proportion of the right hand, grunting, swallowing the whole body into it.

As a result, something that looks like an intestine is connected to the right hand at one end, and the other end is bitten by the mouth of the right hand, becoming a more weird thing.

What is the use of this? I really can't understand it, but such behavior and form seem to have some metaphysical meaning.

Then, this weird, I do n’t know if it is the existence of the gray fog demon, and gradually turned into a gray, white stone hard thing. I couldn't understand it at first, but soon I confirmed that all the maliciousness and aggression from this thing have disappeared. To be more precise, it seems that the things in front of me have become a dead object.

I was a little surprised and cut it directly with a long knife, but when the blade touched it, the grayish-white stone easily shattered, as if it had been weathered for a long time, and it turned into a pile of sand particles.

Transferred? This is my first thought. I do n’t think this is the performance of Father Edward ’s death. Since it ’s not death, it can only be considered as a transfer.

The next thought is: where did it go?

The answer to this question may not be so difficult to guess. I looked at the four-day courtyard of Gazao and Shaye in the distance. If Father Edward was to be moved to any place, he would have to go there.

After all, what did you say before, still failed to provoke this terrible guy? I still have some psychological preparations for the current situation. Whatever effect the previous words had, I could not have had the best expectations. Father Edward was not an ignorant person, and what I said was not unique. With the unknown ability in disguised form, it is necessary to be psychologically prepared at the outset that "Father Edwards has a thousand ways to break away, and I am powerless". It was able to allow Father Edward to take observable attacks and fight back against me, but it was one of the easiest ways to limit his actions.

However, no matter what I said or done, it didn't seem to be able to mobilize its actions in the way I envisioned.

It's a pity, you guys, what I can do for you is only this level. Although I do n’t know, how long do those people in the online ball want me to entangle Father Edward? They did not give an exact standard. I just proceeded from my own feelings and felt that what I did did not reach myself. The desired degree. However, this is the fact. Even without the mutations in Jiangchuan and Zuochuan, I can't do better.

The Heihe in the distance has been completely boiled, and no ship can pass through this roaring Heihe. The huge waves it lifted, some even over a hundred meters, completely blocked the sunlight outside the peninsula, and its heavy posture seemed to beat on any piece of land ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ will cause terrible damage. Whether it is a natural creation or an artificial building, even if it is buried deep underground, it will be devastatingly affected. The black water was manipulated by the coconut palms of Sitianyuan, rushed up the river bank of the peninsula, leaped into the air, and swooped toward the Saya superpolymer, and every piece of land, buildings and forests eroded by the alienated flesh and blood of Saya.

It is not the sea that surrounds the peninsula, but the scene in front of it can still only be described as "black tsunami".

I jumped onto the treetops and continued to leap to the sky with the elasticity of the branches. Using the fourth-level magic pattern to transform my coat into a gliding wing, I circulated in the air on a strong wind, only to see the black wave spread out in a burst, and broke down the giant trees and buildings. , Engulf all the colors of the ground, and turn them into a black vortex.

Only the sound of waves surging, tearing, and destroying all left in my ears. The huge lumps connected to each other because of the erosion of alienated flesh and blood were also submerged by the black water. The black water is so huge that even if the entire peninsula is flooded, the entire Heihe River will not dry up. The Saya superpolymer is standing in the black water, fighting against the turbulent four-day courtyard gamma coconut. All the sounds it made were completely extinguished by the surge of the Heihe River. It was so brave, but it made people feel that the lights had dried up. (To be continued.)

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