The surging and compressed extraordinary power left a golden trail in the air, and when it finally gathered at the point between the keeper's buttocks, dazzling golden light and heat that burned everything burst out instantly!
The skin of the secret keeper was turned into charcoal, the flesh and blood was evaporated and burned to ashes, and even the transparent hose on the conceptual level was burned to ashes.
Originally, it was completely impossible for the weapons transformed by personas and shadow monsters to exert such power in reality. However, after Yandu experienced a series of events, the shadow world inevitably merged with the real world to a certain extent. This This integration not only further shortens the distance between the real world and the shadow world, but also makes the two worlds more closely connected and able to communicate more freely.
At the same time, it also strengthens the power of this kind of spiritual power, allowing it to cause damage to those transparent hoses to a certain extent.
The dazzling light gradually faded away. The secret keeper resisted the attack and turned into a withered skeleton. His flesh and blood, internal organs and transparent hoses were burned away by the heat that just burst out, but immediately the white bones began to squirm out. Countless granulations strangely began to weave nerves, muscles and blood vessels to regenerate the body of the secret keeper, while the burned transparent hoses also swayed out of his body!
"Newcomer! The surrounding area has completed the imaginary setting, and the high-density information aggregate can no longer affect the real world!"
At the same time, the clear and sweet voice of the liaison officer of the observation station came to his ears. Wu Ming waved the cracked golden sword in his hand, blocking the two transparent hoses flying towards him in a series of sparks, and responded through the auxiliary device at the same time. : "The technical support was promised! Doesn't the director want me to fight this guy alone?"
The liaison officer's hesitant response came: "Actually... that... the director was really planning to let you challenge him alone! She said that death is the accumulation of life experience, and this kind of small scene is basically to pull the opponent It’s a small problem that can be solved by changing the limit to one, and with her taking care of you, even if you die, she can pull you up and resurrect you, so if you get more familiar with it, you will definitely encounter these small problems more often..."
"..." The liaison officer's response was that Wu Ming was speechless for a moment and even the sword in his hand was two minutes too late. It wasn't until a transparent hose whipped over, causing sparks to fly out of the shield that he came back to his senses: "God damn often Small problems encountered!”
"Everyone is used to the director's random orders, and we are all prepared in advance..." The liaison officer said with a hint of apologies, "If you have good resurrection support, please hold on for three more minutes, and we will lock him in. Characteristic information and then send this guy back."
"I'll try my best to live until that time..." After hanging up the emergency communication with a heavy heart, Wu Ming looked up at the secret guard who had almost completed regeneration in just a few seconds. There were large areas of dark red muscle fibers on the body surface exposed to the air. people.
It would definitely be a lie to say that he is emotionally stable now and not panicking at all. Although the office has so-called resurrection support, and the director can pull him up and resurrect him when necessary, but...
Can anyone guarantee that the resurrection is inevitable? Can anyone guarantee that the director's resurrection will have an effect on the damage to the spirit and consciousness? Can anyone guarantee that they will be resurrected the next time they die?
——And after my resurrection, will I still be me?
No one can guarantee this, and Wu Ming himself has not tried resurrection and cannot make a judgment, so he does not dare to place his hopes on the illusory resurrection support that looks like a miracle.
At the same time, he is also very clear that fear and random thoughts will not have any positive effect now. If he is afraid and random at this time, it is better to stabilize his emotions quickly and devote his attention to the battle.
Captured by good dynamic vision, Wu Ming sideways dodged a transparent hose that was rolled towards him. He swung his sword and slashed the transparent hose that tried to sneak up on him from behind. At the same time, he opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath.
Breathe in.
The secret keeper in the distance finally regenerated his skin, and the dark man showed him his signature pleasant smile.
Exhale.
With a horizontal slash of his sword, he cut open the transparent hose coming from the front. With his free left hand, he simultaneously crushed the blue card, summoned a Jack-O-Lantern, and rolled up a small fire storm beside him, delaying the transparent hose from spreading from all directions. trend.
calm.
The fire storm only lasted for a short two or three seconds. When the flames gradually extinguished, the transparent hose passed through the flames, only to find that Wu Ming was no longer in the safe zone at the center of the storm.
concentrated.
A sphere of light composed of solid light suddenly appeared behind the secret keeper, and a luxuriously decorated golden sword pierced his chest from the light, but the secret keeper didn't even look back. The flesh and blood fell off the body like melted wax and fell to the ground, and then the flesh and blood jumped up and rushed toward the teleporting light ball behind him.
But the sphere of light formed by the teleportation jump has disappeared, and the conscious flesh and blood finally fell to the ground without being able to grab anything, and gradually spread out on the ground while squirming.
Forced into a desperate situation, Wu Ming used reason to lock away excess emotions and fear, allowing his consciousness to jump out of himself and become a bystander, as if he was manipulating a character in a game, and began to examine the situation from a God's perspective.
The trajectory of every swing of the sword, the position of every teleportation jump, the direction of every dodge, and every use of the persona to burn the pieces of meat spread out on the ground may not be the most correct choice in the long run, but at least it can help him survive. Those few seconds in the present moment.
Occasionally, the attack will not work, and there may be errors in dodging, and the driving persona may not burn the meat in time, causing the meat to multiply rapidly... However, Wu Ming can always quickly sum up the experience and learn lessons from the mistakes he has made, and the mistakes he has made cannot be ignored. I will do it again, and I will never step into the trap again.
But every time
Three minutes was neither long nor short, almost the length of time it took Ultraman to transform into a monster and fight. But as time passed, the whole room was covered with the flesh and blood thrown by the secret keeper.
There were soft pieces of flesh tissue everywhere on the ground, and large tracts of flesh and blood thrown by the secret keeper were also attached to the ceiling and walls. The burning of the Persona could no longer clean up the flesh tissue covering the room, and Wu Ming finally escaped. Inevitably, the secret keeper forced him into a position where he could not dodge!
With all the flesh and skin peeled off, only the bones were left in the palm of his hand. He stretched out a finger and pointed it at Wu Ming's forehead to compete with the shield spread out on his body.
At the same time, the secret keeper slowly spit out two syllables.
"moment."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The flow of time suddenly slows down. Time, a parameter created by humans to define the movement of matter and the occurrence of events, is being stretched indefinitely. An instant is turned into a second, and a second is lengthened into a minute. , one minute was delayed into a moment...
Time has undoubtedly been stretched. Wu Ming can see the transparent hose surging on the palm of his hand beating the shield. He can see that the various shield parameters provided by the auxiliary device in his field of vision are declining. He can see that the shield Cracks were appearing one after another, and one could see that the bare palm with only bones left was passing through the shield and approaching his forehead inch by inch.
Bang!
The secret keeper's palm pierced the shield on Wu Ming's body, and his finger bones lightly touched his forehead like a dragonfly touching water.
The connection at the conceptual level is completed as the finger bones come into contact with the forehead.
boom!
Wu Ming only felt that his head exploded the moment he was hit by this phalangeal point. He could no longer maintain his status as a bystander. His heightened consciousness suddenly dropped back to his own perspective, and chaos surged like a tsunami. A steady stream of information poured into his mind, impacting his shaky consciousness.
"Hold on, new operator! Technical support has arrived and the information aggregate is being repatriated!"
In the blur of consciousness, Wu Ming seemed to hear the emergency communication from the observatory, but he could no longer care about that much. His consciousness was like a fishing boat caught in a storm at sea, and could be overwhelmed by huge and messy messages at any time. The energy was swallowed up, and it was already exhausting all the effort just to keep his consciousness offline, and he couldn't spare his attention to reply to the communication from the observation station.
Through the direct connection of consciousness, nearly a huge amount of knowledge is constantly pouring into the mind, and the self is being dissolved. What I have seen and heard, and the concepts and thoughts I have accumulated in my short life of more than 20 years are reflected in such a huge amount of information. The power seemed to be vulnerable in front of him. No intelligent creature could maintain himself for a long time under the erosion of knowledge of this intensity. If the mental filter had not played its role in time, it not only helped him block most of the erosion damage, but also could not protect him. To suppress his wavering consciousness, I am afraid that Wu Ming's consciousness will be wiped out as early as the moment the two parties come into contact.
When he was on the verge of collapse, he used up his last bit of strength to lift the cracked golden sword in his hand and slashed it down at the elbow joint of the secret keeper!
