I jumped in the shadows, which used to be a quark ability, but now that we're back together, we don't need to be demonic or electro-demonic anymore. In the same way, the power that Carmen once possessed was also circulating in my body. I am Takakawa, I am Kwako, I am Carmen, I am the Raven Knight of Doom, I am the agent of Doom, and I am the messenger of magic patterns who walks in mystery. The mystery that I possess, the mystery that I once saw as the possession of others and others, runs through a will, integrates in one body, and continues to exist in one soul.

Quark's wings, the transformation of demons, weaving through the shadows, the swift sweeping superpowers and chain judgments of the Messenger of the Demon Emblem, the immortality of agents of Doom, the consciousness walking of halftones, the power of the "river" that exists in me and Carmen, and the viciousness of the "virus" - that's all I have.

I am strong enough now, and everything I have done in the past to achieve my current strength is being rewarded in me who is so strong now.

Before I jumped out of the shadows, I saw Novsky, who seemed to be in a state of self-reduction. This time, I could finally see him clearly. Maybe it's because the shadow is also flat, and it's also a reduction in dimension, and when I make the shadow jump, I'm in a dimension similar to that of Novsky. I see the world from the same perspective as him, I can feel everything he can feel, everything he can do, maybe I can't do it completely, but intuitively, I can understand what kind of movement is happening in it.

When motion is generated, there is a concept of speed, and when there is speed, speed sweep must override it. I can't learn science like I understand science, I can't describe the laws of what I see and hear. Just like using technology, I can solve all the mysteries that happen in front of me and in myself, but when the mysteries happen, I know if and how I can deal with them. This is not a rational analysis, but a sensibility, an instinct, like a hand raising a foot, even if it is impossible to know the details of how it works, but it does not hinder the activity itself.

As long as the soul, the body, intuitively and instinctively knows what to do, and manifests itself in its own mystery, this is enough.

Among the people I know. Tomie was the only one who defeated Novsky with dignity, and the others were either scrupled or out of their strength, and the result of several collisions between me and him was that I was in fact at a disadvantage, even if he had retreated because of his concerns. He made such a powerful impression on me that I couldn't be sure until I was who I am. When his plan inevitably collides with him, what are his odds of winning.

And now. I suddenly had confidence.

The moment I stepped out of the shadows, Novsky's presence became blurred again. However, even if I could not continue to observe him holistically and effectively at this point, I no longer felt that he was still as powerful as ever.

A loud sound exploded in the air, and surging air currents roared from the air. The moment I came out of the shadows, the moon god had clasped his palms together as if to slap a mosquito to death, but it was still a step slower. No, it should be said. I can always go one step faster. The interval between my disengagement and its attack was less than a tenths of a second. However, for me, this length of time is enough for me to accomplish more.

Before the shockwave could spread to me, I was already in the rush again. In the state of the light man, Novsky is scattered and wandering, and with the normal naked eye, his trajectory is like an ever-extending curve, like the silk thread spit out by the spring silkworm gradually wrapping himself and the moon god. However, he is still an individual less than two meters in height, and can be seen clearly as long as he enters a state of rapid skimming.

What can he see in such a fast movement? I don't quite know. Even if it is moving at the "speed of light", what is seen is completely different from the observed state of light moving at the speed of light under normal scientific theory, and it is still true in the mystery. I used to be faster than the light, but I didn't see the "world going backwards" in the science fiction hypothesis. When I run through the invisible high-speed corridor, there is only a world that slows down and slows down, and outsiders observe how I feel at this time, and I can guess at most, from their demeanor, I can see some clues - I always see a demented and surprised expression, or even the expression cannot change, completely frozen in the face when I started. "They don't even have time to react" is the description I most often use to describe the state of the enemy I observe during the flash sweep.

Even if the other person is constantly moving, this movement will no longer be targeted in the face of the speed, let alone the movements that are not deliberately aimed at my state at a certain time.

By the time I caught up with the light-filled Novsky, I had been running through the invisible high-speed tunnel for a while, but Novsky's turn-around action had not yet been completed for a long time. His gaze misses my body, staring at where I was there a moment ago, but no longer there. I looked at his featureless face, but I had a very acute feeling that he hadn't seen me at all, maybe he had felt my coming, but he hadn't even reacted instinctively.

Now, in terms of common sense, it is true that I am "faster than light" and "faster than consciousness", and I have always been afraid of this rapidity, and it has not changed at this time, but when it is only faster than light, faster than consciousness, that I can defeat the enemy, I can also let go of all fear, suspicion and hesitation.

At this moment, any person or non-person who has movement and produces speed is like a stunned stake in my speed, the difference is only their size and mode of being. Even the moon god, in the face of such speed, as long as he is still doing regular movements, is just a stupid big guy. Even Novsky, in the face of such speed, as long as he is still doing movement in line with the common sense concept of "speed of light", he is just a wriggling crawler.

I had already come behind him before Novsky's observations caught up, and before his fighting instincts worked, I had jumped into the shadows beneath his feet. When he reduced himself again, I used this shadow as a channel to capture his presence. In the normal world. I couldn't grasp him as if he were only two dimensions, as if moving on a plane of infinitesimal height, and yet, the shadows connected to the shadows, and the shadows were also connected to the world where Novsky lived, in this shadow. I was already standing on the same plane as him, infinitely far away, infinitely low.

I'm flowing, and the invisible high-speed corridor has always existed even in a world without height. On this plane, there is movement, there are all the concepts and quantities that describe movement, although in the way they are expressed, they are not quite the same as the normal world. Both from a macro perspective and from a micro perspective. There is a wonderful, very different rhythm, different frequencies of the movements that are felt. Even in this state, the observed sky and the earth are different, but they are not shackled by Novsky's forced inclusion in the dimensionality reduction world.

In the past, I felt all kinds of inconveniences and discomforts in the confrontation with Novsky, but now it seems to have been washed away. I felt myself moving. Compared to the past, it seems to be a smooth curve. and a curve that is constantly out of place. All the forces used to correct one's movement in the past can be devoted to moving towards a single target.

Tomie can be upright and comprehensively crush Novsky, precisely because she has always maintained a "stronger" attitude towards Novsky, and devoted all her strength to the battle. I can't do Tomie now. But at least in terms of speed, it can already be unleashed without hindrance.

This plane is Novsky's domain, and I actively transform my own form of existence through shadows, using shadows as a bridge to invade in, so I can imagine. Novsky's observation of this plane is still comprehensive and efficient, and even my quick sweep can no longer cut into the blind spot of his field of vision as before. But as long as the advantage of the speed sweep remains, it is useless to be observed.

Because, observing does not mean that you can react.

There have been many people who have been able to capture my actions in the past through direct observation and passive perception, but most of them are still losing to me.

This time, nothing has changed in the results either.

If you can't limit my speed, you have to have a "no-speed concept", and one of the two is the last person I want to fight. In the past few collisions, Novsky's own mysteriousness has allowed him to do the former, and this time, he has lost that advantage.

As he turned, I approached right in front of his eyes, and by the time he was halfway there, I had already taken the initiative to get within reach of his attack, however, until I crossed his side and reached out to grab his neck, his turn was not complete. I grabbed his neck, and in the same form of existence, the touch was so real.

He tried to grab my hands and free himself, as if he wanted to attack me and force me to let him go, but before he could touch me, I had already jumped into the shadows with him, and out of the shadows, back and forth, back and forth back to the original battlefield. Luna's body had moved less than a meter before I entered the shadows, not because it wasn't fast enough, but because I was too fast.

Before Luna's second move, I grabbed Novsky by the neck, smashed him in the face, and pressed the back of his head before his body bounced up, clinging to the surface of Luna's body and galloping all the way. In the blink of an eye, I had already crossed the top of the moon god's head and reached its back. And at this time, all kinds of strange phenomena formed by the moon god in order to attack and defend have just chased after my heels.

The enormous friction would have been enough to kill an ordinary occult expert. But when it was put on the body of Novsky, who was in the form of a light man, it could not achieve the desired effect. However, this battle was not meant to end so easily, and I did not attack Novsky to kill him at such a time.

It can be said that although the Nazis should be given enough time to force all the power they have placed in this repeater world, and indeed all the control over the repeaters, to pour into this peninsula battlefield, into their own plans. However, with the silence of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts and Father Edward, the loss of any one of the mysterious experts will multiply the pressure, especially the failure of monsters like Novsky and Repeater Marceau, and the blow is even more direct, and it is likely to completely collapse the situation.

Moreover, once the Nazis complete their plan, which, as I suspected, would make the Alienated Right River a powerful final weapon that is difficult to describe in words, then we will be the only ones who will directly face the powerful Alienated Right River in a short period of time. Only then will it really die if you don't join forces, and only then will this messy Las Vegas repeater really have a chance to occupy Nestle.

My plan requires that I have to create a relative balance, or rather, to keep all the people and organizations in this repeater world who are fighting against the Nazis in a situation that is inferior but resilient enough. I'm not really good at doing this kind of thing, but I can only make it difficult.

It was this reluctance that Novsky was chosen to break through.

It may be said that Novsky was unlucky, but in fact, I am well aware that this choice was selfish.

In other words, it is this selfishness that makes me more willing to choose Novsky as a target to create a balance.

In a world where the speed is so high that the opponent can't react, and you can actually make contact with them, I have many ways to directly inflict heavy damage on the opponent. Even if this opponent is in the state of the light man, it seems that a direct attack will not be effective.

However, I just chose a way to make him lose face. Once again, before the luna's counterattack arrived, he swept down from the luna and threw the embarrassed Novsky to the ground.

Novsky rolled on the ground a few times, and before he could get up, the air around him began to surge, heating up to a terrible temperature in a very short time. I swept as far away from the moon as I could, and after a second, I began to trance, and when I felt like I was going to wake up, I realized that I was not stepping on the earth. I can't describe where I stand, I want to think, but I only know the concept of "thinking", but I seem to have forgotten how to go deeper, and the clearest understanding is the recognition of my own existence.

Then, a large, hazy figure appeared from the white expanse of eyes. (To be continued.) )