Collapse, survive

Thoughts and ideas ran wildly and uncontrollably like runaway horses, breaking free from the constraints of time, transforming into a frozen miracle in that instant, and paying the price for that miracle.

In the dimly lit world, a light deeper than the deep blue shone in the depths of her eyes, like ripples spreading quietly across still water, chasing after the person running.

'Has it reached its limit?'

This was the umpteenth time she had fallen behind Fang Jie and had to 'cool down' before accelerating again, only to have her opponent slow down as well... leaving her hanging on.

Although the truth is the opposite, Fang Jie simply didn't want to be surpassed.

Therefore, Durandal refused to admit defeat, could not admit defeat, and accelerated, accelerated again.

If it were anyone else, well, an S-class, they would have long since fallen behind and been defeated in this kind of fierce battle where time and space had to be constantly fractured, looking at the retreating figures with dejection.

'No, I can still continue!'

She didn't give up, and once again broke through her limits, Durandal continued to move forward.

The world has once again transformed into something both strange and familiar.

Here, the ticking of the second hand is stretched out countless times, perhaps forever. Dust particles cease to drift, and the faint movement of air currents, or the shape of the wind, is frozen. Everything is coated with a layer of imaginary waves in our senses.

Through the power manifested by the Herrscher of the Void, and after being imitated and replicated, humanity was also able to fall into this imaginary world relative to the 'real world'.

Like insects imprisoned in amber, it is said that some people have witnessed their own brains slowly splattering under the night sky in this frozen world through this method.

Once again, Durandal approached him.

Even without turning around, Fang Jie could see that he was slowly and earnestly gazing at everything around him, his pupils trembling slightly as he acquired information through spatial perception, transforming it into images, rather than extracting information from images and then reassembling and understanding it.

In other words, the above diagram is unnecessary. He no longer relies on neural signals, but rather perceives the world through a process of 'soul dominating the body,' which is almost like quantum signal communication. It is even a philosophical perspective on destiny.

Compared to the self-destructive ones who could still be saved by the Chaos Physician with the 'Absolute Failure Prescription,' he was a Blood Sin Spirit...

The difference is that, compared to a traveler who embarks on an imaginary path from real reality to draw energy, he is closer to flowing out of reality from the path of destiny.

not much differences.

Therefore, the neural signals in perception are still compatible, thus allowing one to experience human senses. Although it is a kind of 'pretending', as long as one believes that it is reality, one can pretend that one cannot ride a bicycle.

If you believe you are weak, you will be weak; if you believe you are just an ordinary person, you will be ordinary.

Once you have the passion and motivation to express yourself again, your strength will continue to surge forth...

He described the origin of the impulse between being and non-being as rather abstract.

It's even more abstract than the "Fairy Boat Gene Training Method".

This essence transcends the Fu Shi Zhao Blade, which is why Fang Jie can bear them so easily, even though he doesn't really want to face this truth.

"To be able to keep up to this extent, even my light and pleasant night run has left me breathless. Durandal, you did a great job."

To accurately convey sound in a relatively still world, this seemingly ambiguous 'words' are also abstract.

At this moment, what are the sounds in Durandal's senses? They are the 'noise' of infinite imaginary numbers, the 'beyond cognition' of a massive amount that is difficult to filter through consciousness, and the even greater amount of information revealed by all things.

In this environment, one can say that one's worldview is breaking new ground every minute and every second, because beyond the five senses of observing the world, one can say that the existence of the sixth sense, or even the seventh sense, is within reach.

The night is as bright as day; the starry sky is within reach; life and death, time and space, revolve.

"But that's about it."

Fang Jie stopped and watched as the unconscious Yulandel continued to rush forward, unable to even grasp why she was rushing. She ran aimlessly without any direction and suddenly crashed into the mountains.

Literally, she stumbled in.

Oceania has plenty of open-pit iron ore mines, both in the mountains and underground, where the magnetic fields are very strong and the iron content is extremely high. Durandal just fell into reality, crashed into the earth, and was brutally trapped inside...

"boom--!"

The long roar ceased, and she plunged into the mine, melting into flowing molten iron in the bright passage, and solidifying herself into a fossil at the end.

Durandal remained motionless.

Fang Jie stopped running, having had his fill. He turned around, ready to leap away. Good boy, it's time for you to sleep.

Looking at the time, it took a full half hour to run.

It's over...

"Ah."

The girl, who had almost lost consciousness and remained motionless, moved.

No, she didn't move, what moved was...

It is enlightenment.

The young knight, who was full of resolve even before setting off, remained steadfast in this 'final' moment. The rhythm of life surged within her, and even though her body could no longer keep up with the chase, her heart remained burning hot and passionate just before it seemed to burn out.

Durandal's 'shadow' appeared in front of Fang Jie, finally catching up with him—no, it was about to overtake him and launch a direct challenge.

As if the world were listening to her voice, the trees, flowers, and rivers offered themselves to the sublime hero, and the shadow of light appeared before Fang Jie, holding the holy sword.

That's right, it's the Holy Sword, the Holy Sword Durandal.

This shadow was neither a fourth-generation armor nor a particle manipulation device, but rather something that encompassed everything before her, surging yet not chaotic, gently entwining around her enlightened will, radiating a sacred glow.

"I must say, as expected of you, you always manage to bring surprises."

However, there was no response. At first, Fang Jie was too lazy to listen and didn't understand anything. She was destined to uphold destiny and protect Otto. At this moment, Durandal couldn't say anything.

Right now, she can only manage to unleash one sword strike, and it seems that she only needs to unleash one sword strike.

—A sword is originally made of ordinary iron, but it becomes spiritual through wielding, moves with the heart, lives with blood, and dies without thought.

The golden light continued to gather, and Fang Jie waited quietly. Just as he had said, he would neither run away nor hide.

Even if Kevin wanted to get involved, he would have to be prepared.

More streams of light converged, and as the saying goes, Honkai is omnipotent. Countless light swallows entrusted to 'Durandal' returned to their nests, calling their friends and transforming into a torrent of light, bringing a golden storm and making the 'Holy Sword' even brighter.

Beyond the light, as if night had fallen, birds, beasts, flowing water, and gentle breezes all fell silent in an instant. All was still, and the entire space was frozen in place, forbidding any movement. Meanwhile, Durandal's holy sword, held high, shone with dazzling brilliance.

Something's coming.

Gazing at that resolute figure, Fang Jie extended his right hand to meet the challenge head-on, with utmost respect—even though the gesture of extending his hand was meaningless.

The torrent of light engulfed him, tearing everything in front of him apart; the torrent of light slashed out like a sword cutting through the world.

Therefore, it's only natural that, just as Fang Jie wouldn't think that Fu Hua, even in her complete madness, couldn't defeat him, if Durandal drew her holy sword and he still stood still to receive the attack...

Victims of the iron block!

The "indestructible" value is always a random number. Erasing a civilization only requires pressing a button. Even the ancient beasts will let out their final lament. The embers of the Extinction Lord will be forged into ammunition by the Sea Patrol Rangers. The remains of the Insect Emperor Taiyi Immortal and so on are all drifting in the Milky Way.

King Amber still remembers the day his wall was breached by the Star Train.

The answer is combat; it is not the problem.

"Click, click-"

A crisp, melodious sound rang out as the girl who had concealed the power of the holy sword revealed her true strength. The girl who had made a pact with her illuminated the darkness, determined to see more clearly...

A brilliant will shines forth.

So, darkness, here it is...

It reveals more darkness.

In the torrent of light, the shadowy outline was deciphered. Bathed in light, I approached the vanishing shadow, step by step, without wavering.

Even though the sound of shattering rang out on him, the force field was indeed broken through a layer, the attack hit his body, and cut him open, causing him to bleed.

So what?

Finally, he caught the fading shadow.

"This drop of blood is your spoils of war, Durandal."

Fang Jie's voice sounded quite pleasant. He liked this 'technique,' just like he liked the Taixu Sword Qi. He used his body to feel it, and this time he used his body to feel it even more, and thus he also learned the power of the Holy Sword.

There was still no response, no communication, and no way to see the result of the sword strike. Durandal had already 'crashed' before that, much like a defeated duck in a domination theater.

He sent the light and the drop of blood back into Durandal's body. As for treatment, Durandal, who possessed the Black Abyss White Flower and the power of the Holy Sword, did not need his treatment; her vitality was incredibly tenacious.

Before leaving, Fang Jie glanced at the sky, at the trails of falling water droplets and dust, the ripples stirred by the cold wind, the direction of the rotating stars, and the aerial fleet that had boldly ventured into Oceania.

Of course, fate wouldn't allow Durandal to go to the battlefield alone.

The accompanying support troops, especially the Undying Blade squad whose captain and vice-captain were lost, and more Valkyrie troops had already rushed here.

However, just as Durandal couldn't keep up with him.

This time, Fang Jie, who wasn't planning to use his "iron block" elbow to strike everything, was just going for a night run and saw some nice scenery before the end.

He then vanished into the rainbow and went to sleep.

Then everything that had solidified began to function again. It wasn't high-density air or solid ice, but the 'power of the Holy Sword' that reinforced, stabilized, and solidified the space itself.

Yulandel could still transform into a stream of light and dance with him for a short distance. These were merely faint, inconspicuous flames, spreading outwards in subtle ripples like the backdrop of mountains, rivers, and vegetation. Perhaps they could give rise to new miracles, or perhaps...

Nothing can be done.

In the silent darkness, Fang Jie left.

A Valkyrie squad arrived shortly afterward and began excavating...

Especially Rita, who had been dragging her tired body along for some time now, had also joined the night flights.

"Lady Durandal, Lady Durandal!"

She wielded her scythe, cleaving the earth in two.

"boom!"

Unsure whether rescue or calling for help was more important, the mine exploded, and Durandal emerged from it, her eyes and expression weary, yet she resolutely continued scanning her target.

"Rita, I'm so glad you're alright."

"I'm fine, Lady Durandal."

Despite the lingering pain throughout her body, Sister Tazi remained nonchalant, her eyes scanning her up and down: "Lady Durandal, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just... I've already left."

After confirming Rita's safety, Durandal continued her search. Faced with the fact that she couldn't find anyone, the honest Durandal understood the simple and direct message of the situation.

—You're not qualified yet.

Even she couldn't help but feel lost.

Like a dream, like a shadow, it appears and disappears, always out of reach.

Perhaps not; she did hurt him, drawing a drop of blood.

Durandal gazed at the 'blood droplet' that fell into her palm with the light. The Black Abyss White Flower automatically analyzed the DNA blueprint within, but it was not fundamentally different from the one analyzed before. It was a blueprint of information factors contained in Honkai energy that was embedded in aliens who had suffered Honkai damage, unlike the genes of the Holy Mark.

It just contains more and more complex factors.

'This is... no mistake, the DNA blueprint of Joyce, the Herrscher of Reason, with an extremely high degree of similarity in basic framework, just like the Stigmata gene, only more numerous, more complex, and more complete...'

It has a certain aesthetic appeal.

For Durandal, who wields the Black Abyss White Flower, manipulates fundamental particles, and considers gene modification as just one way to become stronger, this pattern possesses aesthetic appeal.

And there are eleven other frameworks that are redundant but cannot yet be deciphered, as well as parts outside of genes that require imaginary number docking for expression. These are 'black boxes' that current civilization cannot decipher and can only understand through authority.

More than words, it confirmed Durandal's conjecture that the opponent possessed twelve Herrscher powers.

How can we fight against it, and deal with the manifestation of power that is only the tip of the iceberg? How can we fight against an opponent who has gathered all twelve Herrscher powers?

During the Second Great Collapse, Sirin reached the sixth core level. Regardless of how well she used her powers, her basic attacks were enough to make the current civilization scream in terror.

This is the third major collapse, and a being at the twelfth core realm has arrived.

This growth rate is reasonable, roughly.

That was a suffocating terror for Otto. Anti-Entropy dared not act rashly at all, and the World Serpent immediately quelled the turmoil that affected the entire current civilization, making the whole world extremely quiet.

Durandal insisted on fighting precisely because she understood all of this.

There is no need for a reason to fight; the fight itself is the reason.

However, however...

In the darkness where light and shadow shifted, the girl, whose trial intensity was vastly different from others, did not waste much time. She could not afford to waste time, and she meditated on the burnt-out earth.

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