Epoch of Twilight

Luo Yuan is ready to renovate the knives.

Luo Yuan first probed it with his will. The material of the knives is a complex of metal atoms and bio-polymer structures. It is not a mess, and it looks quite regular and exudes a sense of beauty.

This is undoubtedly an excellent material. Although it is not comparable to a critical substance, it is excellent in both ordinary physical properties and chemical properties. At least with human technology, it is impossible to manufacture such strong properties with ordinary materials. s material.

Of course, for Luo Yuan, this material can be copied completely easily.

Soon, another knives appeared on his other palm.

The two knives look exactly the same, as if they are coming out of a mold, even if they are subtle to each atom, there is no difference, but in Luo Yuan’s feeling, this is totally two different knives, and he can instantly distinguish between the two. The difference.

A stretch of flesh and blood is closely connected with himself. It seems to be breathing. It is like a living thing. When ordinary people are close to each other, they can feel the chill of the bones. One is a dead object, and there is no breath of life. There is no special feeling except for the same sharpness.

And the replica does not have the ability to cut space.

In fact, Luo Yuan did not feel much accident, his copy is not thorough, his micro-operation of the will only goes deep into the neutron level, for even smaller quark- or lepton-level particles, there is nothing to do.

Like the imprint of the will, it is a deep quantum entanglement effect of material. With his current strength, it is far from being able to peep into its essence. The space cutting ability possessed by the Madao knife obviously comes from the deeper energy wave of matter.

He remembered the original "synthesis" ability of the system, and even if his thinking is now dominated by reason, it is inevitable that micro-microwave will be paralyzed.

When I first used it, although I felt magical, I didn't think much about it. But at this time, it was a deep jealousy. This kind of ability is behind a powerful and desperate technological ability.

The more you know about the unknown super civilization of the manufacturing system, the more Luo Yuan can feel its power.

To his extent, the powerful definition is no longer the amount of energy, but the ability to control the microscopic particles. Whoever can master the deeper microscopic particles, whoever knows the essence of the universe, is stronger.

In this respect, human science and technology can be traced to the molecular level. Compared with the unknown super civilization, if the ants face the elephant, they can easily crush the dead and flesh and blood.

Even Luo Yuan is just a little more powerful ants.

His brows were wrinkled, and he soon didn't think about it, because it was useless to think more.

In the next moment, the two knives were immediately disintegrated. At the same time, a large amount of material was incorporated. After a second, a new knives knife reappeared in his palm.

The new knives collapsed more than 60,000 and weighed 1,000 tons.

Just in his hands, it is still obviously light and nothing, no effort at all.

Luo Yuan looked at it for a while and put the knife on the nearby weapon rack.

In fact, the weapon has little meaning for him. For the half-four-dimensional creature, the will is the most powerful and fundamental force. This time, refining the knives is just an occasional whim.

The news of the upcoming arrival of the Bolivia, Luo Yuan’s innermost unimagined wind and light, has more or less affected him.

This is an impulse to fight. It is the desire of life to counter the threatening instinct, so that Luo Yuan is subconsciously preparing for the war, whether it is useful or useless, whether the other party is strong or weak.

......

In the afternoon, Chen Xinjie and Luo Jun overtook Luo Yuan.

"Jun Chao, call Dad!" Chen Xinjie looked at his son, and he was slow to talk, and could not help but urge.

"Dad!" Luo Junchao shouted, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

This is how he has seen his father again in the past few years. However, this father has been extremely strange in his eyes. The porcelain white color is not human, the imposing atmosphere, the temperament of independence, everything, let him to his father. Full of fear and strangeness.

Luo Yuan saw the two nodded. "What are you looking for?"

His tone of indifference seems to be just two strangers in front, not his own woman and adopted son. Besides Luo Junchao’s first time to see this situation feels different, Chen Xinjie has been used to this character’s Luo Yuan for so many years. Dead heart.

She said coldly: "Your son is going to join the army to die, I said but he, do you care?"

Luo Yuan did not answer, but turned to Luo Junchao: "You want to join the army! Why?"

Luo Junchao was too scared to look up. He said: "The Bolistars are cruel and ruthless. They want to destroy human beings. I think... I want to be a father-like hero and save humanity!"

During this period of time, conscription and propaganda was everywhere, and the atmosphere of encouraging fanaticism was filled. Luo Junchao was also affected. He was already 14 years old. He was qualified to join the army with the temporary wartime decree.

"But you don't have my strength. You are just an ordinary person. You can't be a hero. After you get to the battlefield, you are just a cannon fodder. You will die at any time." Luo Yuan's tone is not fluctuating.

Luo Junchao was still in a rebellious period. At this time, Luo Yuan was unrelentingly demeaning, and his heart suddenly rose up, but he still dared not look up. He said reluctantly: "I am not afraid of death, now Human beings have reached the point of life and death, and no one can escape. As your son, I have to lead by example. Even if I die, it makes sense."

"Do you really want to join the army?" Luo Yuan asked.

"Think!" Xie Junchao said without hesitation.

"Luo Yuan!" Chen Xinjie can be a mother, no matter how powerful Luo Yuan is. As a mother, since her son was born, her son is her heart, especially after Luo Yuan became cold, his son has become everything in her life. See you at this time. Luo Yuan seems to have the intention to agree, can not help but anger.

Luo Yuan looked at his face full of anger, Chen Xinjie, with no expression: "I can't convince him, because this is his decision of free will. I respect this choice. Maybe I can modify his memory and put an end to his thoughts, but I I think you should not agree, and he will not accept it."

Luo Yuan said in a plain voice, but the meaning in the words is enough to make people feel scared and creepy.

In fact, if the feelings of each other still affect Luo Yuan's thinking, he will not consider so much, and will not patiently ask, just like Meng Junhua, directly input and modify the memory, not only saves time, but also works better.

Chen Xinjie took Luo Junchao with anger and went away. Luo Yuan looked at the figure that the two disappeared in the doorway. There was no action for a long time.