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Chapter 31 The Deep Sea of ​​Liquid Light

Even if all the lights are turned off, there is still this faint light in the theater.For example, the light reflected from the background, the light from some people’s mobile phones, and the scattering of safety signs in the passage.

The sudden darkness that most people feel is not the real darkness from the outside world, but is just a time for the eyes to switch and adapt.

One is to expand the iris muscle and the pupil to introduce more luminous flux, and the other is to switch the main photoreceptor in the eye from the cone cells responsible for bright vision to the rod cells better at dark vision as soon as possible.

But for Hui Yuanchu, there was no trouble at all.

After the power was turned on, he immediately felt that his eyes became clearer.His field of vision was of course dimmer than usual, but even with a pair of sunglasses on, he could still easily see any detail.

...It's not like using human organs, but using the eyeballs of nocturnal animals that are born with a high proportion of rod cells.

The human eye shouldn't be able to do this.Even if it can be pushed to the limit, the so-called "human physical limit", when compared horizontally in nature, in many aspects will only make other players laugh.

Or...the moment he activated his power, his body had undergone some incredible changes.

"The limit of flesh and blood" was never mentioned at all, it was just the limit of "human beings".

The limit is possibility.

Possibility is another direction that could have gone.

Although mankind has walked in the current direction, those original possible directions have not disappeared, they still exist.

The evolution of the entire biosphere is like a giant tree.Human beings are just a tiny branch above.

While Hui Yuanchu flashed fleeting thoughts in his mind, he didn't waste this precious dark time at all.

He easily held the girl in his arms and rushed out, aiming for the stage below.

Huiyuan didn't choose to walk through the aisle normally, because he didn't want to disturb the dozen or so crusaders in the aisle.And he didn't want to take a detour, because he didn't know how long the darkness used for cover would last. Once the lights came on, he would probably become the target of a dozen automatic rifles.

Between Hui Yuanchu and the stage, there were dozens of rows of spectators, without any space for landing.

But he still took the shortest straight line without hesitation - flying over the heads of these spectators.

Along the way, whether it was the back of the chair, the armrests, or even the shoulders of the audience in the seats, he fell down without mercy, stepped down, kicked back hard, and jumped up again with the help of his strength.

Of course the trampled ones screamed unconsciously.But in this dark emergency, these screams were completely drowned in the other waves of panic.

Thanks to the design of the theater, which gradually sinks as it goes toward the stage, it is as if the distance of gliding in the air is increased out of thin air. Haiyuan only jumped three times before landing on the main stage with Aoi Oriuru in his arms.

Just as we entered the curtain of the side stage, the theater behind us was already glowing again - the backup power supply was activated.

The side stage in front of me was empty.Only the front door leading to the corridor was open, letting in the light from the corridor.It seemed that the warrior captain and others moved very quickly and had already left the stage and moved to the corridor.

Hui Yuanchu continued to rush forward with Zhe Lukui in his arms, while listening to the noise coming from the theater behind him.

After the lights came on, there was a burst of noise, followed by a continuous sound of rifles that lasted for nearly ten seconds, and finally the theater returned to silence.

Hui Yuanchu's heart suddenly rose to his throat...and then he was suddenly stunned. He got "confirmation" - everyone was fine.

Perhaps because of his eagerness, the power of "Extreme Flesh" expanded to an unprecedented extent at that moment.

Hui Yuanchu turned his back to the stage and didn't see anything.But his remaining senses turned into waves in an instant and surged towards the stage.

No, just like the real ocean waves are composed of countless water molecules, the perceived ocean waves of Huiyuan are also just the appearance of the whole. Its real composition is countless tiny tentacles, which seem to make a "rustling" sound, vying to be the first Surge towards the stage, engulfing everything, not letting go of any "information".

The first thing the tentacles catch is all "words".There were nearly a thousand people in the venue, but all the words were completely unconfused.According to the difference in voice and speech content, thousands of "sound sources" were instantly classified into categories, and thousands of "sound sources" were fed back to his mind from the "end" in the form of touch, and a clear location instantly appeared in his mind.

Next, other voices could not escape.

There were angry breathing, low sobbing, and the back of the chair was hit with a fist.

Shivering, he tapped the screen with his nail-decorated fingertips in an attempt to dial a distress call, but what came out of the receiver was the ruthless announcement "You are not in the service area."

The metal barrel was tapped with impatient fingers.The bolt is pulled, the mechanism feeds, and the bullet is loaded.The heels of the boots hit the ground quickly, leading the owner from row No. 12 in the center aisle to row No. 30.

Countless tiny tentacles continue to caress these supposedly invisible sounds, outlining these locations with themselves.

In addition to the sound, they also caught the smell in the outline: the smoke of gunpowder, the oil in the mobile gun, the fur on the parents of the students, who finally peed their pants in fear.

Finally, there's airflow.Thousands of people raised their hands and feet.Most people squatted low and shook their bodies at a very fast frequency - they were trapped students in fear.Someone was standing, or running across a wide area, waving the ends of his limbs that were longer than others with a strong body - they were crusaders holding weapons.

From the airflow that was so messed up, countless tentacles finally restored the movements of each human figure.

All kinds of information were not captured by the tentacles in a strict order, and Hui Yuanchu did not control it rationally.They just sprouted together, and then intertwined in layers, as if they were entwined with each other, giant vines that supported and relied on each other to grow... The initial huge chaos evolved at a geometric speed under the guidance of the inner order.The final result was that in Hui Yuanchu's mind, a clear scene was formed in an instant as if his vision had never been absent.

Even, because of the residual sense of sound and smell, the sustainability of the action - all the scenes can be calculated forward along the time axis and back a few seconds.

Therefore, Haiyuan "saw" the entire process that happened in the theater in an instant: first, the impact of the sudden darkness on the crowd's psychology was delayed until the lights came on, and then exploded.Then the commander of the Crusaders immediately fired a warning shot.And in order to calm the crowd, he emptied a magazine before stopping.As a result, the crowd was completely subdued.

There was no subsequent gunfire or other commotion, and there was no mass bloodshed.

In the blink of an eye, Hui Yuanchu had already exited from that mysterious state that could not last long.

The power is still there, and the darkness in front of him still cannot stop him.
But the sea of ​​tentacles that had just invisibly stretched out to the entire world had retracted into his body, lazily accumulating strength.

——"Cicada of Souls".The name of this skill came to his mind with clarity.

But now is not the time to study it carefully.Hui Yuanchu just wrote down the name and turned his attention back to what Zhe Lukui was saying - just when Hui Yuanchu triggered the Zen of Soul, Zhe Lukui was also explaining softly in Hai Yuanchu's ear and waiting for the next meeting. The warrior commander's combat strategy.

"...we'll do it like this later." At this moment, Zhe Lukui's explanation finally came to an end, "Do you remember?"

Hui Yuan wanted to answer without thinking.When he spoke, every word Orokui just said, together with the clear voice and intonation, naturally appeared in his mind.

Afterwards, Hui Yuanchu realized even more: With his thoughts, any detail in the theater just now could be recalled by him at any time.

This is the cicada of the soul, it devours the vast ocean of information in the entire theater... its essence is that countless tentacles touch every drop of water.

Therefore, it... no, it should be said that they can restore any drop of water from it at any time.

...For example, on the girl in his arms...

Beneath the seemingly placid front fabric of the uniform shirt, the process of slime.

In fact, a functional expression popped up in Hui Yuanchu's mind, perfectly restoring the change process of that curve over time.

"...Did you hear clearly?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhe Lukui urged again in a bad tone.

"Remember." Hui Yuanchu quickly wiped away his distracting thoughts and Su Rong replied.

"Then put me down first."

So Haiyuan put her back on the ground in accordance with Oroku Aoi's request, and held her hand instead. The two of them crossed the empty side stage and continued running towards the door of the corridor.

In the corridor ahead, there was a dense exchange of fire.

"It's Zhang Ben. I asked him to mobilize some people to stop him for as long as possible." Zhe Lukui shouted out of breath behind him.Even if the frail black-haired girl who lacked exercise was dragged by his arm, she couldn't keep up with his steps more and more.

Hui Yuanchu heard something bad about the situation from her words.He used "Soul Zen" again without thinking, wanting to know the situation in the corridor immediately.

But this time, as soon as the wave of tentacles reached the door of the corridor, it suddenly crashed into pieces.

For a moment, Hui Yuanchu felt that his soul had been hit hard and he convulsed violently.

——Endless tentacles are the end of perception, perception is the end of consciousness, and consciousness is the end of the soul.Therefore, the side effects of the destruction of countless tiny tentacles were naturally transmitted back to the depths of Hui Yuanchu's soul through this series of links.

What caused them to smash was another erected wall composed of invisible pressure.

That's the "coercion" of the warrior commander!
Different from the ocean that is simulated by the tentacles of perception, on the opposite side is the real sea pressure that is truly cold and bone-chilling. The order of magnitude, scale - and most crucially, the density, are completely incomparable.

Fortunately, in addition to the pain, the countless small tentacles of the Soul Cicada all sent back the same vital "information" before being destroyed: what is this hard, pure, and cold thing.

Hui Yuanchu finally felt and got the most accurate answer.
— that is light.

It was cold, high-density light.Light should be invisible and qualityless, without "density" at all.But at this time, the light of the warrior commander is still invisible, and he can be in it.

But for anyone who is in it, or bumps into it suddenly, these lights seem to have real density.The light was compressed into a liquid state, and then formed the ocean, and finally accumulated a desperate, omnipresent pressure through the depth of kilometers.

This is the purest form of light.

Maybe she noticed something strange about him, or maybe she couldn't run anymore, Zhe Lukui screamed: "You go first!"

Hui Yuan nodded, let go of Zhe Lukui, and the figure ran forward twice as fast, and instantly seemed to turn into a white shadow.At the same time, halfway through, he cut off two steel pipes from the scaffolding on the side.

Finally, he burst into the corridor.

(End of this chapter)