"Elizabeth, you are helping him, right?"
After Zhao Sida knocked back Giovanni with one punch, she did not choose to pursue him. Instead, she quickly distanced herself. When the latter saw that the opponent did not pursue him again, Giovanni also stopped and stood there, neither confirming nor denying when questioned. .
The doll girl narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of her. The accuracy of her prosthetic eyes was maximized, and the details that had been ignored in the past to save computing resources were revealed. Countless information pop-ups suddenly popped up in her field of vision - the other person's standing posture, demeanor, Small movements that were inadvertently revealed were highlighted one after another, and a large amount of fragmented information was summarized and integrated in the computing core for modeling and comparison, and finally a conclusion was drawn.
"Although he...that is, the body you are controlling now has good external skills, through previous battles, I have deciphered his strategic habits, move preferences, and behavior patterns during battles; what will he do in the face of that move just now? All strategies and actions have been taken into account; as long as he is still himself, it is impossible to neutralize my attack."
"And the time point for replacement...should be from after the Judgment Knight is dealt with to before he is about to be chopped to death with a sword."
"The evidence is that your demeanor, posture, and posture are completely different from before. Your breathing has become more efficient, your heart beating frequency is 30% higher than just now, and your explosive power and nerve reflexes have also increased by 100%. About twenty, at the same time, the center of gravity is further to the left than in the previous fight, and the body is tilted six degrees forward. In addition, the strategic habits adopted during the battle have also undergone earth-shaking changes..."
This subtle difference may not be distinguishable by most people, but in Zhao Sida's eyes, it is as simple as finding a bald person without a wig among a group of people with thick hair.
Giovanni (?) still didn't answer, he just looked at the doll girl in front of him quietly without saying a word.
"Aren't you going to answer yet?" Zhao Sida stared at Giovanni closely, her face expressionless but her mind was filled with thoughts, "Don't forget, collecting and analyzing information is my strength, you can't hide it from me—— You are the first Elizabeth, right?"
The Elizabeth she was talking about was not the silly girl she lived with, nor the girl she met when she came to this world, but the kind girl who had traveled with her from the memory of that other world.
Although the bodies were different, the figure of the friendly girl in her memory overlapped with that of Giovanni in Zhao Sida's field of vision.
She, or rather the she in the other world, would never mistake the characteristics of her former friend.
Numerous clues turned suspicion into certainty.
"..."
Giovanni (?) stared at the doll girl in silence, the indifference in his eyes quietly faded away unconsciously, and his eyes flickered. After meeting his best friend again, he seemed to have countless things to say to the other party, but in the end all the words were lost. For a sigh.
"Doll, you shouldn't be here."
His tone was cold and indifferent, no longer cordial or sunny at all.
Memories were quietly brought back, perhaps influenced by the memory of another world. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar people in front of her, Zhao Sida felt a little sad for some reason. Pop-up windows with running errors popped up in her field of vision. She shook her head, Close some module components and forcefully restore the calm opening of the past.
"You have the wrong person. I am not the person you are familiar with."
"I know that she died in that battle...dead forever."
Giovanni (?) nodded slightly, still staring at the doll girl: "But I only showed up for you."
"For me?" Zhao Sida paused, "How do you say?"
"He's coming."
Giovanni (?) had neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, and pointed at the sky above.
The doll girl raised her head as if aware.
I don't know when a huge, dark and deep crack tore through the sky, running across the sky like a hideous and terrifying wound.
As if some giant creature was approaching the crack in the sky to peer into the earth, a giant eye quietly emerged from the deep crack, looking down at the living beings on the surface and the Flying Mask God dancing in the sky.
His eyes were cold and indifferent.
The Flying Noodle Master also felt the sight from the sky. His chaotic body twisted, and two swollen fleshy pupils squeezed out of the noodles, staring at the sky.
As soon as the giant eyes appeared, they suppressed the negative effects caused by the arrival of the Flying Mask God. The people who had recovered from their mental disorder saw the eyes hanging high in the sky, and their eyes immediately showed a look of fanaticism and fear, and they all leaned down to worship. Psalms were sung aloud;
Eyes of Heaven!
The flow of data flowing in Zhao Sida's eyes suddenly stopped, and she instantly recognized the owner of this eye pupil.
The destruction of 21st Street was still vivid in her mind. She suddenly raised her voice and shouted to the Suoluomen group on the other side.
"Suoluomen! Organize an evacuation! Leave this neighborhood immediately before that thing in the sky launches an attack!"
The Suoluomen not far away gathered up the Dazuo Cult who was still lamenting about the gods, and pulled the Flying Noodle believers beside him into the chaotic crowd: "Quickly! Get away from here now!"
"Fight for the Lord!"
Although they reacted quickly, the Judgment Knights reacted even faster. Divine and dazzling light rose from their bodies. They chanted slogans and blocked the entrance and exit of the square. One of the Judgment Knights even took the lead and rushed to the Suoluo Gate. The sword cuts.
The rune sword burning with holy fire struck head-on, scaring Suoluomen to the point of death. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he made what he thought was the wisest decision in his life.
He loosened his grip on Da Zoujiao's hand, and then pushed him aside violently. The two of them quickly separated due to the interaction of forces, and the sword of light slammed down and hit the ground hard, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.
But Suoluomen rolled away like a lazy donkey, then hurriedly got up from the ground and continued to run out. While running, he shouted for help to the Flying Noodle God in the sky: "Cook it! It's a dog's life! Your divine choice. He’s going to be stabbed to death in the street!”
The Flying Face God hanging high in the sky may have heard Suoluomen's cry for help, or he may have seen the shameful situation of his chosen one through the channel of faith between gods and humans. In any case, this statue is made up of the faith of all living beings. The god did not ignore death, but followed his internal logic and took action.
The tentacles were pulled out like silk from a cocoon, centered on the huge body of the Flying Spaghetti God, and a dense fog with a bit of wheat fragrance quietly covered the entire neighborhood.
Countless tentacles poked out from the white mist like ghosts, and the knights of judgment who tried to light the holy flame to disperse the mist were entangled in the tentacles. Then they fainted directly after a shrill scream, and were finally dragged into The thick fog quietly disappeared and there was no more sound.
Judging from the shape and color of the tentacles... the thing that dragged them away must be spaghetti.
Although the scene looks funny, what is happening to them is not funny at all.
The gods are a kind of poison to living beings.
All living beings mixed the flour called fantasy with the clear water of common knowledge, and fermented it with the yeast of blind faith, and finally made a bowl of noodles called gods. The attacks of gods on others can generally be counted as sentient beings. The violence of thought imposed on a single individual by his/her cognition and fantasy.
And people easily succumb in front of the group.
Just imagine, if everyone around you is whispering in your ears: the pork you usually eat is actually beef, you can still shout out to everyone: "The meat I eat is pork, not beef." Is that so?
When a person is cut off from other sources of information and different opinions, and everything he hears and sees is obtained from the information cocoon, it is difficult for him to maintain his original opinions.
What the Flying Mask God did to the Judgment Knights was mostly based on this principle.
The noodles are delicious.
God is a flying noodle monster.
The world is the deformed product of a serious bout of alcoholism by the Noodle Monster.
The huge flow of information turned into whispers and poured into the minds of the trial knights, instantly overwhelming the fragile minds and perspectives of mortals. When they witnessed the indescribable information with their own eyes, their biological instincts triggered the brain's protective mechanism - allowing them to Passed out.
Even if the external image of this god is just a piece of funny noodles,
It does not affect the harm caused by His existence in this world at all.
The mere presence of an unfettered god can destroy people's cognition by the purest and most violent means, making a person crazy or becoming its identity. However, it was obvious that the Flying Mask God had restrained himself. He only launched an attack on the Judgment Knight, while the residents of those neighborhoods were basically unaffected except for visual obstruction.
Only believers in the Flying Spaghetti God can walk swiftly on this misty street, weaving in and out of the dancing spaghetti, without any hindrance.
"Praise...I'll cook! RAn!"
Not only were they not affected, some of the believers even picked up the spaghetti tentacles that poked out of the fog while escaping, chewing the cooked body of the god while escaping, and did not forget to mumble praises to the Flying Spaghetti God. miracle.
They were so hungry.
The protection of the Flying Mask God can protect them from torture, but it cannot protect them from hunger, and the inquisitor will definitely not let these heretics eat, so they have basically not eaten since they were arrested. Have enough food for the day.
According to their current physical condition, even if they managed to escape before, they would not be able to run very far before being caught. However, after the intervention of the Flying Spaghetti God, even these weak Flying Spaghetti believers can escape the pursuit of the Judgment Knight.
"They can't escape far."
"As long as He is willing, he can annihilate the entire neighborhood in an instant. Unless you can escape from the Holy City, there is no point in escaping any further..."
Giovanni's (?) eyes pierced through the fog, watching these people take advantage of the chaos to get into the crowd and evacuate towards the alley. He slowly shook his head and poured a basin of cold water, then turned his head and focused his attention again. On the doll girl, she pointed her hand at the latter with a gun, pure extraordinary power condensed at her fingertips, and instantly turned into an energy projectile and was launched.
The projectile almost grazed Zhao Sida's cheek and flew past.
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Sida just stared at the other party closely, without evading, and her eyes did not waver at all.
Behind her, a Judgment Knight holding a rune sword high looked at the hole that penetrated the breastplate in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on his face, and deep confusion in his heart.
We are about to fight to the death, why do you surrender first, sir?
But before he could think about this problem clearly, the second energy projectile penetrated his eyebrows, ending his last thoughts.
"There is no way a sneak attack of this level can be successful."
Zhao Sida sighed and retracted the puppet silk, avoided the rune sword coming from her side, and slapped the other attacker away with a backhand: "I had already discovered him when he tried to get close... "
"I'm used to it." Giovanni (?) slowly raised his hand and fired several more energy projectiles, killing the Judgment Knights who surrounded and attacked Zhao Sida.
The boss's rebellion without warning caught the Judgment Knight off guard, and he lost many of his companions. But soon something strange happened. The Judgment Knight, who was obviously killed by a single blow, stood up again, his flesh buds squirming. The fatal injuries were quickly repaired as before.
"Be careful, these guys can come back to life quickly when He comes." Giovanni (?) and Zhao Sida faced the enemy back to back. Each side guarded the other's visual blind spot, and the Judgment Knight was chasing after him. He turned around A series of energy bombs were fired, breaking off the hands and feet of more than a dozen trial knights. "If necessary, try to break their hands and feet and lose their ability to move."
"It seems that you know the enemy's information better than I do." Facing the Judgment Knight blocking the road ahead, Zhao Sida jumped up high, stepped on the face of the Judgment Knight in front of her with hidden strength, and then ran forward without stopping. , when dirty fireworks exploded behind her, the girl asked, "Where did that thing come from?"
However, Giovanni(?)'s answer was shocking.
"it's me."
"?" The amount of information contained in the opponent's two short words was so great that Zhao Sida even shut down her computer. As soon as her movements stagnated, the Judgment Knight seized the opportunity to bully him, and the long swords intertwined to form a sword net. will tear her to pieces;
Giovanni (?) did not expect that the news would have such a big impact on her.
It was too late to rescue him, but at this moment, the noodle tentacles quietly emerged from the fog, cleverly accompanied by a maddening whisper.
Soon, after Zhao Sida's eye breathing light flashed rapidly for a few times, she completed the emergency restart and suddenly woke up. The puppet silk was flying and dangerously stopped. She raised her hand, and the transparent silk thread turned into an arc-shaped flash like a shadow. Sweeping away the remaining enemies: "What did you say?"
"It's a long story. Anyway, it's a kind of existence after my body was taken away."
When Zhao Sida came to her senses, Giovanni (?) spoke again.
"We will talk about these things later when we have the opportunity. Before His attention comes here, we should leave..."
He kept his hands on, using energy projectiles to open a gap in the encirclement. At the same time, he grabbed a Holy Light grenade from his body, pulled the ring and threw it into the sky.
Zhao Sida was speechless, her prosthetic eye light flickering like a rapid breath: "..."
The holy light grenade exploded, and then the ocean of light composed of thousands of rays of light engulfed the two men and the figure of the Judgment Knight.
At the same time, the pupil of the sky that occupied the sky moved.
If a real eye scans the neighborhood, no secret, no thought, no small action will be hidden from Him.
He saw the Flying Face believers fleeing in all directions, the Judgment Knights who fell into madness, and also saw Giovanni (?) and Zhao Sida who were constructing spells in an attempt to escape in a small ocean of light.
But in the end, the sight of that eye was fixed on the body of the Flying Mask God.
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