Xiling Empire

As soon as Sandora and I left the officer's rest area, we went straight to the research center and found Tavel who was preparing for the next phase of the resurrection project-her own body was responsible for this project, and the information we received from Anthers apparently There is also a high degree of urgency, so Sandora and I also hope that Tavill's ontology can help analyze it. It is said that Tavill's ontology performance is better than quality projection, so when it comes to a particularly important matter, it is not necessary to find her ontology. wrong.

The scientific madman, Tavel, put the work at hand for a while, and came to her office with us. After listening carefully to the information relayed by Sandora, the intellectually full-eyed spectacles fell into a long thought and her brows frowned. .

The little puppet wriggled restlessly on my shoulder: she didn't like occasions that were too serious now, but knew that she shouldn't intervene casually, so she could only wriggle to show that she wanted to go home. I took the little girl Drop it on the ground: "Go home first, we'll go back later."

The doll girl nodded obediently and opened a portal to leave the room. Sandora smiled slightly at me: "This child is getting more and more well-behaved now. I remember when she first came home, she was talking to a little mad soldier. Like. "

Tavel thought for a while, apparently clueless, she looked at Sandora: "Your Majesty, what do you think it is?"

"Whatever it is, it's definitely not the gate of the abyss," Sandora converged with a smile on her face, with a very serious expression. "It doesn't fit the gate of the abyss in terms of scale, morphology, or the original way of destruction." Features. The ancestors described it as if they were talking about something like a spatial crack: a physically measurable crack that presents normal geometric structures in normal time and space, rather than something beyond the geometric concept of the abyss door. The nature of that crack is also very similar to a tangible space crack. The ancestors said that it split a star and a planet from the middle, and this is not a description, or it is split, like a knife. The door is a two-dimensional plane image. As a picture, it cannot cut through anything in three-dimensional space. You know this better than me. "

"My subordinates started to guess that it was really a space crack," Tavel slowly said his guess. "There may be some kind of cosmic distortion in the hometown world, which creates a five-light-year-old crack somewhere in space. This The rift just leads to another place that is completely polluted by the abyss. The secondary abyss that emerges from the rip destroys the homeland world, which can partially explain the scenes seen by the ancestors. But this conjecture ... has a lot of holes, One such crack in space ... "

"A crack in such a space cannot produce such a terrible disaster as described by the ancestors," Sandora interrupted after waiting for Tavel, "only the pollution force leaking out of the gate of the abyss has the highest activity, if it is Pollution transmitted from another abyss-affected area through the world's passages. Its harm will be reduced several times, and the scope of infection is extremely limited. With the scientific and technological strength of the ancestors at that time, this gap can be closed by completely destroying that space. According to the description of the ancestor Anthes, the abyss that emerged from that five-light-year rift is extremely powerful and polluting close to the strongest abyss gate ever recorded in our history, so it must be a direct access to the abyss realm. ... some type of abyss gate that we have never seen. "

"Subordinates then set up a relevant model, and then let the top host simulate the conditions for the generation of this type of abyss gate," Tavel replied, "if it is really an abyss gate."

"If it really leads directly into the abyss realm, maybe we need to change its name," Sandora said with a grudging smile on her face. "That's beyond any existing abyss door and is extremely harmful. Something, maybe we should call it an abyss? "

My head is as big as a bucket. Scratching his hair and muttering: "Anyway, I hope this kind of thing doesn't appear again for a second time, and its scope of harm can be a bit sensational-the ancestors' exile fleet ran for hundreds of years and was finally caught up in the end Now, how many universes do you say that rift has polluted? "

"God knows, it's afraid it's tearing a mouth of that size in more than one universe," Sandora sighed deeply. "The ancestors encountered a large number of fragments of the world in exile, most of them from different worlds, and all of them were destroyed by the abyss. They have not found a stable and unspoiled universe for hundreds of years in exile ... I doubt all of them The universe was destroyed by the same disaster. Disasters of this magnitude are unheard of, and if anything, only the shock when the old empire fell down can be compared with it. "

I said nothing in silence, the two disasters are indeed similar: both were large-scale abyss eruptions, which led to the destruction of multiple worlds. I even guessed that the surrounding area of ​​the hometown of the old world would be the same as the current territory of the fallen apostles. The disaster suffered by the ancestors almost completely destroyed the Spirit civilization, and the disaster suffered by the old empire caused the Spirit ’s apostles to have been destroyed for almost a trillion years. What a satire and powerless thing, I think Sandora is now I must be in a bad mood--

Fighting for so many years, chasing the abyss in the void for so many years, I thought that even if I did not win the final victory, at least it had reached the point of glory, but as a result, fate made such a huge joke, and history revolved on the track of trillion After a circle, in the end everything returned to the original point, and the spirit was beaten again by the same enemies in almost the same way ... and the second blow was made by the spirit apostle.

But Sandora was just depressed for a moment and she revived, and her face regained the indifferent and proud smile that was difficult to defeat: "Abyss, they will always have new tricks, and we will never fail anyway- —Tavel, leave these things to you. Give me a reply as soon as possible, no matter what it is, we must at least know what our next prey looks like. "

"Yes, your will." Tavel replied respectfully with a military salute, and then hesitated slightly. I saw that she had something to say, but that was obviously not good news: "What's wrong?"

"About Schilling," Tavel said of a name I didn't expect, "she's been in a situation lately."

I remember now that Hilling and Tavel are "living" together-but this is how we, the outsiders, think that Hilling itself does not have the concept of "where to live" in the real world. It can only be said, At present, Hilling ’s external interaction terminal is in Tavier ’s residence—they are already quite familiar. Hilling always goes to Sylvia ’s shop to help Tavier with some snacks, while the latter is more concerned about the former (of course (It may also be the kind of concern that scientists have for their subjects), and sometimes I think. Maybe another pair of lilies of the Empire will bloom next to this spectacled lady ... Alas, I think about it again.

"What could happen to her?" I shook my head and flung out the inaccessible thing, and at this moment I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation: because of Schilling's ordinary character and common sense Ordinary daily life makes it difficult for her to remember her identity, and the next second I widened my eyes, "Is there something wrong with her?"

"It's not a situation, but her subordinates feel that she has been disturbed by the recent movements in Rift Valley." Tavel told us about her new roommate's recent series of abnormal behaviors. "Hilling was originally quite afraid of Rift Valley. But recently, she seemed to secretly observe the changes in that place whenever she got a chance. Her subordinates asked if there was something wrong, but she always did not care about it and refused to say anything. That super cluster consciousness is in personality. She is a little different from the ordinary Apostles of the Spirit. She ... is a bit too liberal, and her subordinates find it disturbing. "

Rift Valley, Rift Valley again-I am afraid that many people will not be able to live without solving that mysterious thing one day!

"What kind of intervention port did you study and how is it going?" I waved a little anxiously and asked Tavel's project progress, and the other side apologized: "Sorry for your Majesty. The intervention port is still not stable. It is too dangerous to fully integrate the soul of an outsider into the spiritual network of the Apostles of the Spirit. The latter is too large. The super wave formed by hundreds of millions of thoughts can easily wash the will of a single individual. Except for Spirit itself, it seems that no consciousness of life can maintain itself in that environment. A recent experimental body only persisted for ten minutes ... "

I was shocked: "... wouldn't you already experiment with living people?"

"Yes," Tavel said for granted. "How can you know this phenomenon without experimenting with living people? But don't worry, Your Majesty, the subject you use is yourself ..."

I:"……"

"The quality projection only takes one thread, even if washed into an idiot, it will not affect the ontological thinking, and as long as the mass projection is reconnected with the ontology, you can immediately restore your sanity, in this kind of expensive project. Use your own quality projection "It's just too appropriate to be an experimental receptor," said Tavel with a cheerful expression on his face. "The only thing that's not so good is seeing his clone become an idiot like a single-cell organism for a short time, a little awkward ... "

I:"……"

I don't think I can communicate with this madman in a worldview at all: she is not enough to turn schizophrenia into an active skill. Now I still have a skill tree on schizophrenia! The next goal of this cute girl is to have a child with herself! ?

I let Tavel settle down, do n’t take the risk, try to get a lot of current scientific research tasks as safe as possible, and at the same time optimistic about the spirit, the other party really needs to report the first time, and promised to find the vague guy in the near future to do it After counselling, she left the research center with Sandora.

I'm afraid it's a bit late to go home for dinner at this time, so Sandora and I found a bowl of plenty in the Shadow City and the restaurant owner was strong and ate tons of rice. I also enjoyed the long-lost two-person world and a little date , Swinging here until nearly half past three in the afternoon before returning home.

As soon as I got home, I thought there was something wrong with the surrounding environment.

There was no one in the living room, and the house was quiet. Usually, at 3:30 in the afternoon, the fox girl would bask in the door. Now she is not seen in the yard. A large row of shoes in the shoe cabinet are neatly placed. : Apparently everyone went out.

Little ghost should be still at home, but she can feel her breath coming from the basement, but at this hour, what do other people do when they go out? This doesn't quite fit their biological clock, especially not the biological clock of that house girl ...

"Strange, where did everyone go," Sandora frowned, replaced her slippers at home, snapped her fingers, and changed her clothes into a simpler home dress. She listened to the movement around her. , Suddenly struck my arm, "Ajun, have you heard anything moving upstairs?"

I also heard it at this time. There seemed to be a very, very faint sound coming from the east side of the second floor, unlike the voice of a family member. If you distinguished it carefully, it would look like the breeze when the waves rolled over the beach. Deep and gentle, buzzing softly.

"Maybe Bubbles forgot to turn off the bunch of game consoles in her room again." I said casually, thinking that there would be no major situation at home, while talking and dragging a grape from the fruit tray at hand to put it in my mouth. Here, as a result ... the grapes in my hand disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I stared at it, looking at the bunch of grapes in the empty hand and the fruit plate, and confirmed that I had no hallucinations just now. Then I grabbed another grape and stared at it tightly. The next moment, a green shadow came out of the fruit plate. I almost didn't see what it was, the grape in my hand was gone, only one slice. The grape skin fell on the table.

At this time, the usual hands and eyesight finally came in handy. I grabbed the little thing before the little green figure bounced back to the fruit plate, and finally saw that it was a big slap girl with the same pale green hair as Ding Dong, but shorter than Ding Dong. Wearing a beautiful green skirt, although it is not the same as Ding Dong's style, it can be seen at a glance that this is the favorite costume of the goddess of life. The two pairs of thin wings like a cicada wing exposed outside were flapping hard, and the owner of the wings supported my thumb with a slender arm like that of a toothpick, and pulled out of his body with force, while angrily Looking at me, I took the little boy and looked in front of me, then ... and then I was bitten.

Fortunately, under the attack of Dingdang's steel teeth, he tried hard, otherwise the other bite his nose on his nose. With **** of the other hand, I carefully squeezed the little girl's mouth away, and put the little guy on the table: "Ding-Dang's friend?"

"Bell!" The little girl jumped lightly to the apple next to her, raised her chest and looked at me with vigor, "The name is Bell! A friend of Ding Dong! Who are you?"

Yes, the sisters in Dingdang's mouth appeared—I felt the cold sweat on my forehead. The first three-inch Ding Xianfeng who appeared before me had become an army of 10,000 people in my eyes. I used Naobu select the small dot in front of you with the left button. Then ctrl + c, and then ctrl + V a total of 10,000 times, forming a sea of ​​people's war in front of his eyes, this wiped the sweat of his mind. The special kindly and warmly calmly stretched out an index finger to shake the three-inch Ding named Bell: "I'm Chen Jun, you probably heard this name."

"Wow!" The bell reached out and hugged my forefinger just two times. When I heard the name, I suddenly exclaimed. I saw the wings behind her were frightened. "Are you the Jun that Ding Dang said? Then Are you the brother of God the Father? Are you Emperor Hilling? "

I nodded, and saw the bell pop out several centimeters at a time ... a few centimeters away, pointing at me, looking serious: "The bell just bit you, should you forget it?"

Me: "..." Although the temperament and personality are very different, the degree of lack of mind is exactly the same as that of Ding Dong ...

Both Sandora and I couldn't help crying and laughing, and then I was soothing the little things in front of me, but I soon found out that this kind of soothing was superfluous, because after ten seconds the goddess of life named Bells had forgotten it ... she climbed After entering the fruit plate, I tried to pull a grape down. I didn't see what was happening. She had grape skin left in her hand, and then she patted her belly with a bell: "I'm full ... eh? Who was here just now? "

I: "You say my family? It should be out, why are you alone, others ..."

"Going out?" The bell bounced on the coffee table. "Sisters went out too, didn't you say you wouldn't let yourself go out? The bell just got into this big plate to eat grapes. At that time, many people were here ... ... "

As soon as I heard it, it turned out to be a mini version of food, but she was dropped because she was busy eating, and then she noticed that she had mentioned the "sisters" just now, and the cold sweat suddenly emerged again and again-the group of three inch dices had already arrived It's up!

I remembered what was happening on the second floor, and then I hurried up the stairs.

Wait until upstairs ~ www.readwn.com ~ The humming sound finally heard clearly, then what is the breeze and soft waves of Yingying's movement, all from the room at the east end is exactly Thousands of small noisy sounds may be mixed with their flapping wings. As soon as I reached the door, as soon as I twisted the handle, I heard that the movement in the room was all quiet for a moment, and then I hurriedly opened the door-facing Wu Yan, a large three-inch noodle.

On the table, on the bed, on the chair, on the floor, on the window sill, and on the chandeliers and wall clocks, basically there is a three-inch girl who sits or stands or lays in the place where the person can stand. Looking at a verdant green, I feel as if I have arrived in Inner Mongolia, facing the green light of the prairie under the sun-how long have these three inches of meeting been here? !!

I tried to find the figure of Dingdang among a group of slap goddesses, and the little buddies were a bit surprised by the movement of the door that had suddenly opened just now. They remained in a half-stiff posture and looked at me without blinking. In the middle of the air, I even forgot to incite the wings, but fell to the ground with a click, and the strange quietness was maintained for a few seconds, and then I didn't know which little point suddenly responded, and uttered a small call to me, suddenly ...

Suddenly I saw a sound visible to the naked eye pressing down on myself ... (to be continued ...)