Fu Jiang's sense of existence is always close to my back, but her sense of weight is obviously disappearing. I flashed Billy's silver bullet, and when the bullet deviated from my perspective, the feeling of being hit by something appeared again. In the observation of chain judgment, the outline of the silver bullet suddenly appeared behind me. I did not observe the movement trajectory of this bullet, just as it appeared out of thin air, and some of its movements are no longer in the scope of chain judgment. Inside, and there is a taste that is not the concept of "speed"-of course, even in the battles I have experienced in the past, such bullets are not surprising. I have also seen many mysterious forces that are not constrained by the concept of speed or even beyond the concept of vibration and cannot be explained by superstring theory and quantum theory.

It's just that this level of mysterious power appears on Billy, and it's really a bit emotional. Compared with Billy in the past doomsday illusions, Billy today is a feeling of rebirth in terms of ability and experience.

Even so, it still couldn't stop me from killing him. His silver bullets have indeed been freed from the suppression of rapid swept superpower and chain judgment, but he himself has always been in a state of slowness and near static in such high-speed sports battles. Billy's own state is not synchronized with his ability and effect. Of course, it is also possible that this is a trap he deliberately arranged. Even the words that were said after successfully escaping my previous attack may also be a language trap. But if he thought it would make me use a mouse, it would be wrong.

In the battles I have experienced, it was never a person who could kill me. And as long as I can't kill me, all the counterattacks on me will eventually become my nutrients.

I flashed to the side, avoiding the silver bullet that came from behind, and saw with my own eyes that after penetrating my original location, it disappeared into the air again without warning. In my mind, there were a lot of Guessing, reasoning and imagining to try to determine what kind of situation the flash jump of this silver bullet was, but before reaching a conclusion, Fu Jiang's sense of weight had completely disappeared. And at this time, I felt a huge propelling force coming from the back, like being pushed by someone.

I drove at a faster speed. After the last three meters, the silver bullet appeared to be slower. Its trajectory was straight and monotonous. If it was just that, then it would not pose any threat to me.

The file seems to have felt something with her keen combat instinct, and has already taken a posture towards Billy. If her movements can be faster, maybe she can really use her magic pattern to create a "still" Protective layer, stop me Billy's attack, however, as long as their movement has not departed from the concept of speed, in front of my speed sweep, "faster" will never stand on their side.

Before the file completed the first step, I had come to Billy's side and took out a dagger to pierce his heart. The blow was blocked by the silver bullet that flashed again. When the dagger collided with the bullet, I could feel the huge reaction force transmitted to my wrist, making me almost unable to grasp the dagger. The kinetic energy carried by this silver bullet is far more than the kinetic energy of the bullet under normal shooting, and when I try to grasp the dagger with more force, this kinetic energy is still increasing, and the huge power increase is faster than the speed of my exertion Faster.

I let go of the dagger. Even if I didn't take the initiative to release it, the huge kinetic energy would allow the bullet to directly interrupt the dagger, and even make my wrist fracture. Its increment made me feel no upper limit. If things get to that point, they will appear passive.

The silver bullet that lost the confrontation shot straight at me and seemed to break my heart. However, I already had a rough idea of ​​its movement-this silver bullet would never flash out of my chest or out of thin air. In the brain, it directly broke my heart and brain. In the previous performance, when it appeared, the closest distance to the target was thirty centimeters, although I do n’t know whether this distance will increase or decrease due to certain factors. But as long as it can't reach the target directly, it still needs a short movement trajectory-even if it is only one millimeter, it takes only one second-it can't really cause damage to me.

The silver bullet did show signs of being out of speed control, but in fact it did not really do, and this is the biggest flaw. If Billy deliberately exhibited this flaw, making me mistakenly believe that the silver bullet is the same, and then launched a lore, then he really looked down upon me. What is the way he controls this silver bullet? An idea? A thought? An established procedure that deviates from one's own thinking? Or the tracking ability of the bullet itself? It doesn't matter, as long as I want, I can even use thinking and light as references, and then go beyond the speed of light and the speed of thoughts.

The reason why I did not take the initiative to reach such a high speed is simply because I fear that hiding behind this seemingly costless high speed will have more profound and terrible consequences, but this fear is not enough to make me completely reject this level. high speed.

Indeed, the file and Billy blocked my attack and showed their power as a mysterious expert. I must also admit that they are outstanding in both experience and ability. However, compared to the monsters I face every day, they still belong to the category of human beings. They are constrained by the limitations of human beings and only show the strength of being human.

It is not enough to be strong alone.

In my battles, in the enemies I face, in the infinitely deep and terrifying unknown, they are not unique. The defense they built with the will, blood, and life of desperate survival is also not strong enough.

I pulled out alloy wires that are as thin as spider silk, but tougher than steel-I certainly do n’t know what the specific material of these wires is, just like I was not sure about the blade on my armor before using Like daggers hidden in my cuffs, these kinds of equipment are not within my confirmation, but as long as I intend to use it, it is always there, just like a dream.

As the silver bullet approached my heart, I had thrown out the alloy wire, and the cut air showed misty wounds in the slow world, and I knew this was not a natural phenomenon. Before the bullet touched my skin, the alloy wire had wrapped Billy's neck, chest and limbs. In the next moment, while the bullets were only 0.001 mm from my skin, I was already backing away-my speed completely exceeded the silver bullets, and the distance between us was again extended to A centimeter, and the alloy wire pulled by me also cut Billy's body at the same time.

I feel that at this moment, if calculated from the perspective of the file and Billy's observation, his withdrawal speed must exceed the speed of light.

The thread penetrated Billy's body completely and retracted in the direction of me. The silver bullet suddenly burst out with kinetic energy dozens of times higher than before. Even if this force didn't work out, it would make me feel clearly. Because of this outbreak, the connection between Billy and the silver bullet became obvious at any time before, just as Billy's life was being injected into the bullet along this connection.

To describe it, I just think that the silver bullet at this moment is "than the last bullet fired with all life". Billy is dead. This intuition is so strong that people will never doubt it.

The first time I felt a fatal crisis strike, the previous silver bullet was only part of the trajectory out of the concept of speed, and now my instinct is issuing a strong warning that this "Billy's last bullet" will Because of Billy ’s death, he completely broke away from the concept of speed. Perhaps at some point, it will appear directly in my heart and brain. I cannot contain a terrible thought. This thought is trying to show a specific picture in my crazy divergent thinking. I naturally know that this picture is about the "last silver bullet", The impression that "I will be penetrated by this bullet" is an omen and a mysterious attack.

The silver bullet is changing from an exact entity to a certain ideological existence. It was at this time that I remembered suddenly. I have also experienced it before, and it should not be forgotten, but I really did not remember the experience-it was the conscious intervention that allowed Billy to escape from my first raid. This time, this interference of consciousness also existed when I launched the second attack, which made me ignore the existence of the interference itself.

Billy apparently did not use this conscious power to further protect himself, but chose a more extreme way to complete the increase in the silver bullet.

The mystery of the silver bullet is no longer under the speed of super power at this moment.

Because of this, Billy's death is even more certain. It is for this reason that the silver bullets have indeed exceeded my defense and dodge range. All I can do is try to prevent the idea of ​​the silver bullet in my mind from becoming clearer, and I also realize that I ca n’t stop thinking about it, I ca n’t eliminate the impression it brings, in my own uncontrollable In the thought movement, the presentation of this silver bullet is almost inevitable.

I can't stop imagining, I can't stop the crazy thinking, I can't stop the deadly picture in my mind. I saw it, and I felt that the outline and strip texture of the silver bullet, as I have been looking at it, has become increasingly detailed and clear. I know it will run through my heart, and I can't stop myself from recognizing this result.

An incomparably strong and irresistible inevitability is building a bridge between the silver bullet in my mind and my physical heart.

The next moment, I entered the conscious walk and tried to meet the silver bullet in this way. All the world around me fell into a boundless darkness, leaving only my perception of my own existence, and the only silver bullet that floated in the darkness and bloomed with the only light. The bullet of the silver bullet was already aimed at me, and I could even see the straight trajectory, no matter how I shifted myself, it was always connected to my heart. This level of consciousness walking obviously cannot get rid of the lock of this silver bullet.

I will continue to dive deeper into the depths of the consciousness that the silver bullet can interfere with, or into the collective subconsciousness of human beings, and use that chaotic environment to hide my existence and interfere with the silver bullet. Lock.

However, this is not something that can be done casually. I'm not the kind of natural conscious walker that appeared in this illusion of doomsday. I don't have this kind of ability. All the conscious walks I have performed in the past use the power of "Jiang". However, this time, I lost my deep feeling of this power. Although I successfully entered the ideological world, I couldn't seem to go deeper. A layer of invisible isolation keeps me always in this infinite darkness. Even if past experience tells me that I must "fall", the abyss is directly below me, and falling into the abyss is the process of entering the deeper subconscious, which I cannot really do.

I did not feel that I was "falling", which is the best proof.

Moreover, this is the first time I am in the darkness of this ideology, but there is no sense of falling.

—Did you look down on Billy? This guy……

Billy's self-sacrificing performance reminded me of the Jung who easily gave up his life earlier. Although the behaviors of the two are quite different, they are very similar in nature.

I did n’t become a hero ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I also have the consciousness of being a villain in the eyes of others, but this is the first time I have such a strong feeling, even if I am deciding to use a Las Vegas repeater to hit five The eleven-zone repeater, which caused billions of people to die or sleep due to consciousness shock, had never felt this way. This kind of feeling is not good or bad, but it is so strong that it makes my heart, brain and even soul seem to twitch.

This extremely strong feeling, like the shackles, made my consciousness and body unable to move. Obviously, I was about to be penetrated by the silver bullet. There was no emotion of fear and resistance. The survival instinct became dull and indifferent. It is no longer sensitive. A kind of willing sentiment is breaking through the defense of reason. This is a fatal blow through the flaws. It is this strong sentiment, my rational defense that I ca n’t resist. In front of this strong sensibility is almost zero.

Are you going to die? I couldn't help having such a thought.

Just as I killed Billy in the past, this time it was a causal cycle, should I be killed by Billy?

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