The peninsulas of the Repeater World are overlapping with the peninsulas of the Deepest Night, I don't know exactly how they worked, but the mysterious organizations did. They pull the moon god from nightmare to nightmare and are about to bring it out of the nightmare. Now that the data hedge on the peninsula is so strong, the fourth-level magic pattern is like a sponge absorbing the aftermath, even so, I am not confident that in the next battle, I can complete the plan while ensuring the safety of Dr. Ruan Li.

Think about it, the guy who can stand on this battlefield and make a difference, no matter which one of them, has the power to resist or even defeat the fourth-level Demon Pattern Emissary, and even has the power of the repeater behind it. The reason why I was able to carry out my plan under their noses was entirely due to the conflict and contradiction between them, which was more intense than the conflict and contradiction between me and them. I wasn't their first target, so I was given the opportunity.

However, when it comes to mysterious battles, there is no absolute standard for who lives or dies. Although I guess that Dr. Nguyen Li is a special and crucial existence in this repeater world, I can't put her life and death on this speculation.

In the quick sweep, the temporary data hedging phenomenon that was taking shape became clearer, and the movement of many things became slow, but the mysterious things that meant the mystery were still born in my observations, growing, distorting, and finally becoming something different from what I had in my impression. They could have been trees, flowers, dust and rocks, or even ashes falling from the sky and winds blowing across the earth, but now, even if they look the same, they feel very different.

The despair, madness, and overwhelming liberation that pervades the night are sweeping the peninsula of the Repeater World. In a relatively macro way, the chain judgment presented the changes in the peninsula in my mind. A picture composed of details. It's like dripping ink on rice paper, and it quickly becomes a mass of imaginable patterns that cannot be described concretely. With each step, I feel like I'm stepping on a new ground, and this change seems to sink deep into every grain of sand, even the finer particles that make up the sand.

Perhaps this is a phenomenon that modern science can explain. But it's not the power of modern science to do.

There was no one in front to intercept me, but I had a feeling of "I can't get out of the two of you" for no reason, and I knew very well that my feelings were definitely not for no reason. The worst-case scenario is that my flash sweep still can't catch up with the closure of the temporary data hedging space. However, in the absence of a fast enough reference, I can only rely on the speed of the sweep to accelerate by its own power, and the acceleration in this state is much lower than the acceleration of the observation method. I want to use the phenomenon of temporary data hedging as an observation to get to the point where it is "faster than data hedging".

Data hedging and the speed of light. Which one is faster? Common sense, of course, is the latter faster, however, that is only common sense under scientific theories, and what is happening here is a terrible mystery. When I tried to choose what to observe, I realized that I couldn't observe anything. In other words, whether it is the naked eye or a chain judgment of the observed motion. None of them can be used as a reference for the quick sweep. It made me understand the mystery that is happening on the peninsula. It's very different from the mysterious time I've experienced in the past.

It's a restrictive mystery - the thought that pops into my mind, and it dawns on me why those mysterious organizations must use this as a battlefield. Precisely because, they are expecting, this restriction can further weaken the moon god. Even if there is a son of fate, Novsky. Repeater Marceau, Father Edward, and the red-clad Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts and other powerhouses, they have never underestimated the power controlled by the Nazis in this repeater world. They wanted to isolate an independent temporary data hedging space in this Nazi-controlled repeater world.

How much work have they really done? And how many resources are used? No. Perhaps the more questionable question is, what exactly did they use as resources to complete the construction of this independent battlefield? I can imagine it, but I don't want it to be the result of my own imagination - human sacrifice.

When I began to think about it, I began to guess that the inhuman result made my heart contract, like being immersed in ice water. I can't tell what kind of emotion I should be when this result is true. I've thought that maybe I'll do the same one day, but what should I think when that happens?

Even before the events on the peninsula, mystery had already begun to permeate this repeater world, and it was extremely fast, forming numerous electronic demon messengers. This mysterious spread seems to have only begun when we outsiders entered this world. While there are many indications that this mystery may be a Nazi tactic against us, there is no conclusive evidence. Earlier, the Nazis were supposed to have condensed the mysteries of the Repeater world in an isolated place like Nightmare Las Vegas, nourishing the moon god. After we came to this repeater world, the original ordinary world became a world full of mysterious events, and many electronic demon messengers even arrived in Nightmare Las Vegas, which was like the starting point of a chain reaction, which contributed to the subsequent situation.

The mysterious organizations of all parties are using people as sacrifices to pull the moon god out of Nightmare Las Vegas in the form of sacrifices, and are ready to pull it into the reality of this repeater world. Among them, pulling the moon god out of Nightmare Las Vegas and using up almost all the patients on the peninsula who can enter the deep night, then, can it be considered that pulling the moon god into reality will use up all the "disqualified" who cannot enter the nightmare of the deep night?

Can it be considered that the work of the seminar, for them, is only to create a "paradise", but for the mysterious organizations of all parties, it is to open up the entrance and exit from Nightmare Las Vegas to the deepest night, from the deepest night to reality, and at the same time provide resources for sacrificial rituals?

Since the people on the peninsula can be used as sacrificial materials.

So, in the wider world, why can't those who already have mystical properties be used as sacrificial materials? Why can't the spread of mystery in this repeater world be seen as a preparation by various mystical organizations to obtain more sacrificial materials? Perhaps, for the Nazis. The spread of the mystery is really their dominance, just as the symposium believes that their work is only under their own leadership, in order to counter the research carried out by Claudia White.

The purpose of the two sides is different, however. However, it is possible for the processes to overlap or even to obtain the same fruit, but there are differences in how the fruit is used in the end.

It was a terrible thought that made me feel more truly that the end was coming:

Just pulling the moon god into reality has consumed so many people. So, how many people would it take to create a temporary data hedging space that could shield Nazi control and weaken the power of the Las Vegas repeater to a certain extent?

When I think so. The information of the ruling bureau could not help but come to mind.

The reason for the destruction of the ruling bureau is that the large-scale use of "people" as expendable materials is a key link. So, what is the difference between what the mysterious organizations are doing today and the Ruling Bureau? How is there a difference between turning "people" into "gray mist" that produces mysteries and using "people" as "sacrifices" for sacrificial rituals?

If you think so. The weirdness that appears in this world of repeaters today, and what remains of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau. There are many similarities. For example, in Nightmare Las Vegas, isn't the process of Area 51's creation of the Black Smoke Face similar to the "nightmare" that was born at the same time as the Ruling Bureau was creating a gray fog?

Indeed, this is mere similarity, with many details that seem to prove that the two are two different things. But it doesn't make me feel irrelevant.

We, they, everything in this repeater world, seem to be on the path that the Governing Bureau has already taken. The end of the Domination Bureau. It's like a prophecy of this repeater world, and even of the apocalyptic vision. If the Governing Bureau is also history, then what I see, think, and feel is just like the saying goes: everything we have experienced is nothing but repeating history again and again.

The end comes, in this repetition over and over again.

Thinking makes me breathless, and makes me feel that in the mysterious time and space and the unpredictable human nature, there is indeed an unknown virus that is tormenting everyone. It is lurking in everyone's genes, in everyone's mind, in the civilization of a society, and people can't see it, because it's too big, people can't feel it, because it's already a part of "people", and people will be surprised by chance, because people record history, and history records laws. It is accompanied by the birth of life, the development of civilization, and is passed down from generation to generation. However, it doesn't always fall asleep, or rather, it's something that's cyclically active.

Once it is active, people will usher in the end of the world, which is another cycle of repeating history.

It's like, this is a congenital genetic disease, and I can only use the term "doomsday syndrome" to describe one or two of them.

I began to wonder if I was galloping so eagerly towards the border of the peninsula with Dr. Nguyen Le at work. Is it that I am in fear, subconsciously rejecting to carry out my plan? Perhaps, the plan that I subjectively perceived itself violated the ideological stance, moral concept, and survival instinct that I must have as a human being.

I was afraid of this so-called "virus", afraid of approaching it, afraid of coming into contact with it.

I don't think this fear is shameful, but it exists objectively, and it is not because of my own subjective will that it can be ruled out.

The closer I got to it, the more terrified I became. Because of fear, I think, I describe the other person, describe myself, and find a reason. Fear is also the source of my contradictions in my thoughts and actions, and all kinds of mental abnormalities.

My foot suddenly kicked something, and my body staggered, but I still stood firm. Dr. Ruan Li behind him let out a trace of **, and it seemed that he was about to wake up. I ignored it, just hung my head looking for something that almost tripped over me, but there was nothing on the ground. Of course, it is also possible that it is caused by temporary data hedging. But I still can't help but wonder if something really tripped over me, or if my legs went weak because of fear of my own thinking.

I don't know if my thoughts have captured the truth, but it's clear that whether it's the truth or not, it's already entrenched in my mind as an idea.

But in any case, the most important thing now is to bring Dr. Nguyen Le to the border as soon as possible.

Just now, Dr. Nguyen Li's state changed a little. I put her on the ground and examined it, but I didn't find any physical injuries, and judging by her sleeping expression, she was probably out of the nightmare. I don't know when she'll wake up, but now that she's feeling like she's been infected by White Claudia, she'll be able to observe the mystery and not make a fuss about the strange phenomena.

In a way, Dr. Nguyen Le says he has been "eroded", and it is.

Will Dr. Nguyen Li's change bring more surprises? I don't know, because, I don't care anymore. As long as Dr. Nguyen Le leaves the peninsula, no one will have eyes on her until the battle on the peninsula is over, and when the battle on the peninsula is over, if I have not won, then I will surely die.

I picked Dr. Nguyen Li on my back again and strode in the direction I had set. The invisible high-speed channel began to distort in the violent temporary data hedging, as if it had been bent by an external force, and it did not spread exactly in the direction I thought. Soon after, the passage broke abruptly in my senses, making it difficult for me to stay in a constant state of speed.

The tower of the deepest night is outlined on the right, and the mosaic that obscures something in the sky is gradually disappearing.

A blood moon, gradually revealing its figure, hangs high in space, suggesting some kind of ominous deepening.

Then I heard the bell ringing again, and I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and I looked along the way, and saw that on another high ground, the chapel where the night would gather, was located. As if stimulated by my gaze, the ground began to crack, and countless sand and gravel slid down the rock wall.

Some of these changes are slow, some are rapid, but even when observed in a fast-grazing state, they do not get slower. I continued to gallop forward, and I didn't know how far I had run, when I saw a group of people in view. (To be continued......)