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    I closed my eyes, and the sound began to form a vague outline in my mind. The vibrations were transmitted in the material medium and spread in the air. Every movement that could be felt by the chain judgment was for the initial vague outline.  Outlining the details is like applying color to a simple drawing, deepening the shadows, and the lines begin to become complex and differentiated into thick and thin.  When different movements are expressed in more vivid pictures in the mind, their shapes and dynamics are also different. Although they are different, they are not completely divided.  At the boundaries of different images, some ambiguous homogeneous images begin to emerge and change in a very regular way.

    In my mind, every ¡°line¡± has a different meaning, and no ¡°point¡± is meaningless.  The scene composed of points, lines, and surfaces continues to expand in a three-dimensional shape. Even with my eyes closed, I feel that I am overlooking this scene from the sky, and at the same time, I am observing this scene from various angles, including front, back, left, and right.  I actually don't fully understand the meaning of the outline of the scene in my mind. There are too many meaningful details, and they are increasing every second.  Even so, my intuition is still telling me some simple answers. Every thought I have comes out of nowhere rather than logically. These sudden thoughts are describing something to me, making me wonder.  I knew what kind of place I was approaching.

    I can even distinguish some large-scale phenomena from the pictures in my mind, and even some more essential things.  For example, in an extremely remote place that cannot be described by common sense, the repeater of the network ball is sailing quickly, and they have fallen into natural trouble. Since Dorothy is there, it is almost impossible for them not to run into trouble.  Yes, in this doomsday fantasy, Dorothy's role is completely different from that in other doomsday illusions. She is no longer just a "imitation of the ultimate weapon".  I am also certain that what Dorothy wants to do is probably completely different from what other people in the online world want to do.  The two sides seem to be in the same camp, but in fact they have different goals.

    In the three-dimensional scene of points, lines, and planes reflected in this chain judgment, although the deformation caused by the deviation ritual is not obvious, it still exists in the constantly changing contours. Because there is no clear reference object, it is necessary to  To specifically identify where the deformation occurred due to the influence of the "deviant ritual", we cannot use the logic of common sense to judge.  It was with the intuition of an occult expert that I discerned what was affected in these first sightings.  Even so, I cannot go into specific details, but can only judge the influence of "bias" from a rough and general perspective.

    I didn¡¯t open my eyes and slowed down.  I tried to see clearly this battlefield that was still outside the field of vision, and to focus on every part marked as a key point.  The soldiers of the Nazis and the security guards of the ruling bureau, the two sides collided together like a torrent flowing toward each other. Limbs flew up every moment, but rough physical smashing was still the rarest of all destructive phenomena.  Another, more complete, more indescribable "death" is taking place in these two torrents.

    Both sides waved their claws like wild beasts, opening their bloody mouths to chew everything in front of them.  And this entangled, seemingly endless torrent is just part of a larger battlefield.  The observation of motion can be spread to very distant places. If it were in the past doomsday fantasy world, when "quarks" still existed physically, I could even use "quarks" as a transfer station to spread my induction to a larger place.  distance.  Nowadays, "quark" is just an illusion of mine. Even if this illusion can produce all kinds of strange effects due to mysterious power, it can't do any better than before.

    When I think of "quark", the crow of a crow can be faintly heard in my ears. I seem to feel a crow passing through the darkness and disappearing into the distance.  After the feeling wears off, it becomes more of an illusion.  Even so, the outline formed in my mind seemed to have undergone new changes.

    It is difficult to accurately describe the scenes that are happening in my mind with words, so I have to use some ambiguous metaphors to describe them, but this does not mean that my understanding of this scene is also vague.  I believe in my intuition, I believe in the ideas that suddenly come to me, and I believe that there must be some more accurate essence hidden behind these feelings.  I

    At this time, it seemed that my action of using chain judgment to feel the battlefield was noticed, and the tightly entangled large troops began to flow in my direction.  In this feeling, compared to these two torrents, I am simply more inconspicuous than sand.  At other times, avoiding them would be the right choice, but my intuition is whispering that going forward, all areas are occupied by these two torrents. I cannot avoid them at all. The other me  Already heading towards the center of these two torrents.?? hair.

    I immediately understood that, even though there was no evidence, I still believed that this was the case: the surviving mysterious experts at this time, including Cyberball, had launched a final decisive battle against the Nazis.  There are even all kinds of sudden thoughts in my mind describing how the outside world evolved into this decisive battle when I rushed into the underground hall of Torchlight and tried to use or prevent the deviation ritual.  Of course, there must be a connection between "Gaochuan" and "Gaochuan" as a bridge to produce such descriptive thoughts. Every thought in my mind seems to come out of thin air, but in fact it never comes out of thin air.  produced.

    I believe that the other me, the prosthetic Gao Chuan, also knows that I am about to pass.

    ¡­¡­I've already arrived.  I thought silently in my mind, and the fourth-level magic pattern on my right wrist began to feel hot.

    When I opened my eyes, the torrent of invisible boundaries emerged from the end of my field of vision. At first it looked like a point, and then the point turned into a line. The line continued to expand to both sides, beyond the field of vision.  , the line becomes a surface.  It was like a huge tsunami, pouring out from between the outlines of strange-shaped buildings.  In front of my eyes, there are ruins of structures everywhere, many of which are taller than the so-called "high-rise buildings" in human society. Compared with the buildings I have seen in the past, every building here can be called a "wonder".  However, the gaps between these wonders have been filled with surging fluid full of viscosity. If you look closely, you will find that this so-called "fluid" is not smooth, but countless human shapes and shapes.  The non-human shapes are intertwined together. They seem to be a whole, but inside they are facing each other, constantly colliding and destroying.  It's just that there are too many of them. When one is eliminated, another one is added. The sparks generated in their relative fighting are submerged in their numbers almost at the same time.

    How many tens of millions is this?  Tens of millions?  Hundreds of millions?  Unable to count.  Except for the "Shitenyuan Coconut" in Heishui, which is said to have a total population of more than 4 billion people, I can't find a scene that can rival what I saw before me.  Even the Nazi fleet that was stationed on the moon did not have such a thrilling momentum.  If you get involved, you will be doomed. I believe that everyone will feel such fear when they see this scene.

    Of course, it is impossible for me to remain indifferent to this horrific scene that seems to be sweeping across the world. I am absolutely sure that there is absolutely no shortage of "fear" in the boiling heart.  Even so, I also know that if I want to contact my other self, I can only choose to penetrate this torrent of war that does not know where it ends.  No one on both sides of this endless war is my friend.  Needless to say about the Nazi soldiers, even the security guards have difficulty distinguishing their positions. Even if their manufacturers have a clear position, it is useless. In this battlefield full of mysteries, there are always some  Mystery can make your own people become enemies in an instant.  There is also an incredible wide-area phenomenon, causing damage regardless of the enemy or ourselves.

    The terrifying thing about this battlefield is that the chaos in it has made it useless to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Even our own people are trying their best to launch their strongest attacks, just to kill as many enemies as possible before they die, and they can't  Don't worry about hurting your own people.  Besides, what you see is either Nazi soldiers or security guards. Both sides are pure killing machines that never care about who is their own.

    This torrent seemed to be slow, but in fact it was flooding all the visible buildings in front of it very quickly. Facing it, I just felt that I was so insignificant that I couldn't even describe it as "a drop in the ocean."  Even so, I have to open my eyes wide, break away from the macroscopic perspective, enter into the microscopic view as detailed as possible, and analyze the "pathway" that I can travel through from the intricate laws.

    There are more or less gaps between Nazi soldiers, between security guards and security guards, between Nazis and security guards, but some gaps cannot be exploited, and even with the fastest speed, they cannot be avoided.  Among the countless mysteries, there is the mystery that ignores the concept of "speed". Similarly, where there seems to be a gap, it is impossible to say that in the next second, or only a few tenths of a second, or even less time, there will be  Filled with new destructive forces.  These gaps are all natural traps. I know very well that the biggest test of whether I can pass through this battlefield is whether I can identify from these gaps which ones are traps and which ones are passable places.

    In my mind, the three-dimensional outline generated by the chain judgment has undergone drastic changes.  The chain judgment is locked within the "fifty meter" range, and the accuracy obtained is the highest. Under this highest accuracy, the motion state that can be observed is also the most complex.  In the past, I have had the experience of liberating observation limitations and overloading myself to obtain the highest possible resolution.

    No matter how strong you are?, overload means pain and stress, and is a state that can clearly feel "self-destruction".  To be honest, I wouldn't want to try it again if I could.

    However, in this world, there are always many unavoidable situations.

    I stood there, looking up at the destructive "giant wave" that soared into the air, covering all the places visible to the naked eye.  It will swoop down and swallow me whole.  The huge shadow of death seems to be eroding this space. Even if the terrifying power of destruction has not yet arrived, the pressure of its existence already makes people feel that the distortion visible to the naked eye has arrived at their side as a vanguard.

    Once the air current stirs up, it quickly turns into a hurricane, making it almost impossible to stand.  This wind even blew away the scattered objects, turning them into terrifying sharp weapons and sweeping them forward.  I used magic patterns to shape the gray mist and create layers of defense. I could also feel that these defenses were getting thinner every second due to material cutting.

    I was pushed backwards by the hurricane. Even so, my retreating speed was still not faster than the huge torrent rushing in front of me.  In the outline formed by the chain judgment, I have already seen a fatal movement trajectory, spreading towards me.  Originally there were only one or two tracks, but after I avoided them, they became three or four. If I avoided them again, the number would increase. In less than a second, some of these deadly movements were like "solid lines"  , some are like "dotted lines", like a mess, trying to wrap me up.

    When there was still a gap between these intuitively fatal movement trajectories, I had already launched a rapid sweep.  As the invisible highway took shape, I was already moving along a trajectory that intuitively would avoid the deadly threat.  In my mind, chain judgment has incorporated my movements into a detailed model, allowing me to more accurately know the situation I am facing at the moment.  I have not completely given up the observation ability of the five senses, but intuition and chain judgment are more timely and accurate, making the observation of the five senses almost a "lag supplement".

    I rolled, sprinted, and jumped into this huge torrent of Nazi soldiers and security guards.  The dense mysterious phenomenon followed me immediately. In a way that was completely incomprehensible, it completely shattered the invisible highway in one second, taking with it the Nazi soldiers and security personnel within fifty meters around me.  The guards were crushed into pieces, not piece by piece, not bit by bit, but piece by piece, as if they were stacked up in sheet-like materials.

    I had almost no time to think, so I could only follow my intuition completely and act in a way that was close to a hunch.  Even if you think about it, you can't understand it. Every phenomenon on this battlefield is the synthesis and interaction of multiple phenomena. Even chain judgment cannot analyze what kind of movement produces a chemical reaction.
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