Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 320 Another Logic
Slovendo possesses considerable military talent and operational planning skills. In terms of individual combat ability alone, as a sergeant major, he is naturally far superior to the ordinary soldiers under his command.

To assume the position of sergeant major, one must achieve an average performance level equivalent to the "gun" level of violence.

This is already at the level where, without interference from forces of equal strength, a large city block could be destroyed within days. Even the chiefs of those large city blocks often only reach this level.

Slovendo, on the other hand, wasn't a gunner-level officer; he was just a slightly stronger gang-level officer. He was able to become a sergeant major in a wave army group because of some connections.

Even so, his overall abilities are enough to convince people.

However, overall ability is not very helpful in this no-holds-barred fighting tournament; only pure combat power is the foundation for survival.

boom!
His uniform was torn to shreds, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from the wound.

Faced with the insolent remarks of the patchwork doll, as a pure white supremacist, he could only stubbornly refute it before being violently trampled and forced to run around.

However, he immediately seized the opportunity to use one enemy against another, attracting those who were trying to assassinate him or the puppets around him. He directly dragged everyone and the puppets into the rampage of the spliced ​​puppet.

Indiscriminate slaughter, with countless human and doll fragments flying around the scene.

Slovendo, on the other hand, used his most exquisite imagination to extricate himself from the chaos.

A bunch of fools with nothing but strength, Slovendo is definitely not going to die here!

Nourishes—

The sound of flowing energy filled the air, and Slovendo's hair stood on end. He quickly dodged an energy blast that grazed past him. Looking closer, he saw Rabi.

The culprit who caused all his arrangements and plans to fail, forced his plans to gradually fall apart, and ultimately led him to this predicament!
"I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you dare to come knocking on my door?" Slovendo's gloomy eyes pierced straight at him.

“You are also one of the people I am going to kill today.” The rabbi responded expressionlessly.

"Your powerful puppet is too busy to protect you right now. Do you think you can stand in front of me with just the toy in your hand?"

Rabbi glanced at Slovendo's disheveled state, his uniform now reduced to just a few tattered strips: "I don't think you're that powerful."

What a disgrace! An immense disgrace!

"You quick-witted brat!"

Slovendo gritted his teeth and charged straight at Rabi. The difference in their physiques was enormous; Slovendo was, after all, a robust soldier, while Rabi was considered petite among his peers.

Rabbi skillfully dodged Slovendo's punches and kicks, avoiding all direct confrontations, only using his black umbrella to briefly parry when there was no other way to avoid it.

Slovendo launched energy blasts from the tip of his umbrella in retaliation, but despite his apparent anger, he remained calm and collected in his pursuit of Rabi, avoiding reckless actions despite the difference in their strength. Rabi's willingness to clash with him indicated that he possessed some greater confidence.

It could be this strange black umbrella in my hand, which resembles a fantasy object, or it could be something else entirely.

The attacks continued to intertwine, and for the first time in battle, Rabi's eyes were operating at such a high frequency. The multiple Slovenians were even stronger than most advanced combat dolls.

In this worldview, a puppeteer fighting combat puppets is really asking for trouble.

At this moment, Radish is still battling with the assembled puppet, while Mr. Puppet is probably still watching the fun from the sidelines.

She has to rely on herself.

However, she had also prepared for this battle and had gathered information about Slovendo.

According to Mr. Puppet, most people's fighting power comes from fantasy factors. However, Slovendo himself doesn't have any exaggerated fantasy factors; he's a standard, simple type who just piles on physical abilities in various ways with a few minor special effects.

As long as it's not a complete "superpower" type, her chances are very high. Just like Mr. Doll said, you can play against this kind of opponent like a rhythm game using only your eyes.

After this exchange, her eyes had memorized Slovendo's movement patterns.

Her fleeing steps suddenly stopped, and Slovendo immediately unleashed a series of punches, thinking he could take her down in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, Rabi raised the black umbrella in his hand and accurately blocked every punch, finally stopping his arm at the last point. He managed to stop his fist in time, thus avoiding a cut on his arm.

master?

Sloven had this thought, met Rabbi's scarlet eyes, and sensed something was wrong.

He tried again, but the dazzling fist shadows were always caught by the tip of the umbrella. Finally, Rabi suddenly lowered his body to change the angle, took a step and cut into the blind spot. The black umbrella pounced on its prey like a black snake, passing through layers of defense and stabbing towards Slovendo's head.

The shield artifact carried by Slovendo took effect again.

But bright red lines also appeared on the black umbrella, piercing through the shield.

Fortunately, Sloven was alert and dodged in time, avoiding a ridiculous death by having his head pierced. However, one of his eyes turned red with pain and then quickly went black.

"Ouch!" he cried out in pain as one of his eyes was cut.

Rabbi didn't let this opening slip by. He pressed his advantage, turned around, propped up his umbrella, and launched a flying kick that landed on Slovendo's head. Slovendo's neck twisted, his body spun backward, and he crashed to the ground, barely alive.

Beside him, Carrot's lance pierced through the surrounding chaos and precisely located the assembled doll, piercing its body.

A series of tearing sounds came from behind the assembled doll, and several arms rushed forward, grabbed the carrot, and slammed it into the shield next to it.

The shield barrier fluctuated violently as Carrot fired continuously from inside the spliced ​​doll. Blood flowed from the doll's mouth, but it ignored it, pressing one hand against Carrot's head. The flesh-alloy on its chest writhed, activating a turbine that spun at high speed, accumulating dense energy before finally detonating!
Boom!

The violent shockwave spread outwards, and people collapsed in droves.

After the battle began, they were in a dilemma: they couldn't escape, they were blocked by shields outside, and if they stayed, they would be caught in the crossfire and die at any time.

The shield absorbed most of the explosion, and after a brief flash, the barrier finally gave way and dissipated.

At that moment, those who still had the strength rushed out.

But the aircraft flying overhead did not hesitate to bomb the crowd as soon as the barrier disappeared.

In the chaos, Radish crawled up from the ruins somewhere unknown.

The violent explosion had just blasted it away from World Tree Plaza. There was another commotion nearby; the spliced ​​doll broke free of the stones pressing down on it and stood up, its jagged arms on its back making it look like some kind of evil monster.

It relentlessly walked towards the radish.

Radish was still getting a feel for it. At that time, it was under the pressure of Yishi, or in a sense, under guidance, that it directly grasped that logic.

That feeling still resides deep within its mind, but without that oppressive guidance, it cannot easily grasp it...

He didn't have any very serious injuries, but there wasn't a single part of his body that was intact. His opponent could also use extraordinary force to break through the radish's hard body.

The radish looks quite disheveled. Perhaps it should be handed over to Mr. Puppet...

But it has already overcome the logic of the world once, and now it has only encountered an external, stitched-together monster. How can it be so discouraged?
"Tick tock..."

Suddenly, it seemed as if it heard the sound of a pendulum swinging in its mind.

An illusion? No, how could a doll create an illusion?
Not only it, but even the illusory automaton in front of it was slightly taken aback: "My bait? Why are you emitting the reaction of my bait?"

Silvery-white energy veins flowed across the surface of the radish, just like the first move.

“Beep…”

If you can't grasp it directly, then learn the pattern of a single style.

Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Accelerate to the limit, and then grasp the logic left behind by the first move!

Whoosh whoosh!
The radish suddenly came to life, spewing out white steam and altering its body structure. Behind it, two pendulum-shaped wings, identical to the original, unfurled, only they were pitch black.

It is a puppet, so it doesn't need to limit its thinking.

Mindset is their upper limit, not their constraint.

The illusionary doll hurriedly caught up with the carrot, initially managing to hold its own, but after a short while, the carrot accelerated again with a burst of speed. The illusionary doll's arms scrambled to grab at it, but only managed to catch a fleeting afterimage.

"Damn it!" it cursed.

boom!
An arm was suddenly severed.

boom!
Article 2!
Bang bang bang!
With a series of crackling sounds, all the arms were removed from its body by streaks of light flashing through the air. It was like a trapped beast having its claws and teeth pulled out.

No! This cannot be done!

"Mere bait!" it roared. "I forged this body by crossing the barriers between illusion and reality, and you dare to turn on me with a mere bait! I am your..."

boom!
It was shot in the head, and its body jerked backward. Before falling, it took a step back to steady itself, then stretched back with all its might, and all its severed arms stretched out, instantly regenerating in a menacing manner.

The mangled face twisted and grew, transforming into a monster that screamed, "Aaaaaah—!"

But the pendulum has reached its limit.

Another logic!

Zizzi——!
We caught a radish.

Conquer time, transcend reality, and traverse the impossible limits of evolution.

Thousands of afterimages erupted, but Radish saw that one of the afterimages was not himself, but the shadow of Itsuki. It turned to face Radish, did not speak, but simply pointed forward.

"Beep beep..." Radish responded.

Illusion breaks down the barrier between reality and illusion, but this is the limit of this reality.

It is also the limit that you once created but never truly looked at.

The moment when everything settled down.

As the afterimage faded, the illusory composite doll also shattered into pieces behind the radish, turning into ashes.

(End of this chapter)