Chapter 533: My time was cut off?

The epitaph of the Crimson King shows the future without exception-
The tortured earth is about to be exiled again, the mental and physical exhaustion will reach its limit, and the blood of the professed emperor will be scattered freely ...
Under great pressure, Diablo's control of the epitaph has made great progress. He can clearly see a completely different future between each movement, every posture adjustment, and even every thought change. The trajectory, but the myriad possibilities, always converges towards the only end point-
death.
Diablo was breathing quickly and heavily, and in the face of imminent death, his performance was no different from the mortal he despised—
My heart was bewildering, my face was all ridiculous, my trembling arms conveyed a hint of hysteria, and mysterious fear dotted the pupils ...
--I lost? Failed? I haven't even seen the enemy, I'm going to die? No ... this is ridiculous!
"... Who the is ..." After murmuring, Diablo raised his chest and yelled at the dark ruins with open arms, "Stand out and face me! Who are you ?!"
There is silence in the ruins that appear to be relatively flat because the material is crushed too finely, and the distantly intact building stands there like a dark giant, quietly watching the roaring man.
I do not know where the enemy is hiding. Obviously, there is no intention of showing up at all. The battle between the ambassadors has never been fair and fair. Now that we have the advantage, we must insist on and consolidate it and turn it into a victory.
With his wife and daughter, Cheng Taro, who is quite sane, is no longer as young as he would be to vent his anger and breathe for his enemies.
The relentless passage of time, the reality is moving closer to the future of death.
Diapollo suddenly lowered his arms, and his green pupil shook wildly for a moment, his eyes reunited after a brief disintegration, and the undulating emotions were suppressed by rational thinking.
"... Time stops ..." There was an inexplicable change in the tone of voice, and Diablo stood to himself in the darkness, "Yes, this is the only possibility ... the substitute circle has been As for the legend of the time stopper, I did not expect that I would face him in this situation ... "
I have been carefully hiding my true identity, and indirectly control the development of enthusiastic organizations involved in the field of substitutes through various methods. Is there any potential reason for stoppers?
"Wait ..." Diapolo shook his head fiercely, and when he looked back, he clung ugly to his beating heart, "hidden identity ... passion ... that It ’s not my purpose at all, I do it for ... for ... "
As if two icebergs were crushed together in the soul, after a short sobering, Diablo's consciousness was hazy and fuzzy again, and began to change to another form uncontrollably.
But in the next moment, the shock wave and the ubiquitous rubble shrapnel that came as expected again awakened the consciousness of Diablo.
Hit a diabolian, and instinctively control the crimson king to protect the whole body. According to the predicted trajectory, the crimson fist tore a piece of living space in the chaotic air, and the size of the non-lethal part of the body instantly appeared. Diablo snorted.
Diapolo, who walked a few steps under the impetus of strong force, fluttered his eyes with a very high frequency, and then stood still, an angry growl came out: "... ?! You When ... am I the master of this body! Don't mess it up! Tobio! "
The peak of the offensive passed, and Diablo did not care about fragmentary shrapnel and wounds on his body. He pressed his fingers over his beating temple, and in a severe headache, he tried to use the willpower to name another soul in his soul. The erosive influence of Tobio's juvenile personality has been squeezed out.
However, even though Diablo's split-like performance was rather weird, the next offensive of the stopper was not delayed.
"Abominable ..." Diablo, who was on the verge of collapse under both internal and external pressure, suddenly noticed that the strange feeling of rolling in his soul had completely disappeared. He immediately launched his substitute ability and tried to extend his life. "The King of Crimson ! Time is cut! "
Layers of ghosts emerge from everything, and countless movements and ghosts transform the world into a chaotic starry sky.
The chaos weaving through countless possibilities collapses only in the part that interacts with Diablo. In Diablo's normal field of vision, the gravel carrying huge kinetic energy penetrated his body like a shadow, unable to give He does any harm ...
...temporary.
It took more than ten seconds to remove without any effort, which was enough to let the dying Diabolo breathe slowly. This period of time may keep him away from the center of the ruins full of barrage, and may even allow him to break away temporarily. The enemy's sight.
But no matter where he flees, the rolling thunder that tears the air will bite his traces, and the overwhelming attacks will follow in the future.
Think of the thunder shock that crushed nearly a kilometer before ... the short time he was cut off, he could n’t leave the incredible chase range of the stopper. When the time returned to normal again, the time-removing ability used to the limit required cooling. He recovered, how should he deal with the stopper as if the endless pursuit?
The sense of despair not seeing a more distant future gradually infects the backbone of consciousness in chaotic thoughts. Diablo, standing in the chaos, has not moved a step, watching the time as the time cuts the end of the end.
The crimson king with a strangely narrow face on his forehead, suspended quietly behind Diablo, four eyes slowly turned towards the man below, and a hint of disappointment and self-deprecation flashed through the green pupils—
[... ugly ...]
Diablo was stiff, and the familiar and indifferent voice from behind was like a pot of ice water pouring from the head to stimulate his consciousness. He turned back sharply and saw ...
An empty taxi back seat ... and a highway retreating rapidly outside the rear window ...
"This ... I ..."
The huge mistake made Diablo unable to control the movement of the body for the first time. I do n’t know when the steering wheel held in his hand turned sharply as he turned around, and the taxi's head turned straight into the On the fence of the road!
High-speed taxis broke through the guardrails in the sound of harsh metal friction and twist, and spun in the air and fell to the cold water.
The strong sense of weightlessness and the rotating pier and water surface in front of him made Diablo revive from the stuns caused by the time and space switching and the impact. The crimson king's arms extended from his shoulders, as if torn. The torn door was shattered like white paper.
With the help of a stand-in, Diablo, who slammed on the car, safely escaped from the car during the fall, and grasped the raised steel ladder on the surface of the pier with the crimson arms that extended.
The horrified Diablo took two deep breaths. He looked at the taxi quietly sinking into the bottom of the water under his eyes, and then set his sight on his own body.
"... what the is going on ..." Palms brushed the intact skin of his side waist, and Diablo frowned deeply. "... Strange, the wound on my body ... wait, I When was it hurt? Before ... before I ... "
A huge sense of contradiction, like a storm that was gradually taking shape, swept through his mind. The clear and clear memory, surrounding a huge fault, split into countless incompatible and conflicting fragments.
Between 恍惚 ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Diapollo saw a completely different past—he saw that he had left without hesitation after observing the assassination squad's battle with Jokorat. Stuck in the quiet outskirts of the city to find a functioning transport, speeding down the road away from the city.
But at the same time, he saw that he himself tried to test the shadow behind Risout and them, and then fierce fighting broke out in the dark city.
The parallel history overlaps, and the human's special memory mechanism prevents these conflicting memory fragments from forming a context that can be clearly understood and recognized by Diablo. He struggled to dig his mind in the uncontrollable headache. But in the end, it can only stop in the face of an abyss-like fault--
Whatever past is incomplete ...
The memories of the past are blurry and broken, and those closest to the "now", the most critical memories, have not left even a trace of traces. Only the abruptly changing scenes and the flashing moon can prove its existence.
Diablo has never experienced this phenomenon, but he knows exactly what this phenomenon means--
"... My time was cut off?"