Xiling Empire

(I'm thinking about it, today I can get another wave of monthly tickets on the 5th ...)

Divine Realm, Book Tower.

This tall tower has a very weird space structure, and its weirdness is not just that the thousands of book towers in the **** world share a space. In a few fixed areas of the Library Tower, there are more than a dozen functional halls, including the Hall of Knowledge, and hundreds of "libraries" that are open to all protoss. These parts were available when the Library Tower was first established The oldest area is also the foundation of this high tower. Outside of these areas, the ancient spirits responsible for managing the collection towers created a larger number of "virtual storage areas" as needed. These large spaces that change at any time are erratic and elusive in the complex and complex internal structure of the collection towers. They may appear as an ancient library, or an empty castle suddenly appearing on one floor of a high tower, or even another library tower suddenly connected to the Hall of Knowledge. The virtual storage area occupies four-fifths of the "capacity" of the tower, and it can be expanded or contracted at any time: it depends on how the ancient spirit who manages the tower plans his recent growth direction. Only the most experienced Protoss scholars know the transformation rules of all virtual storage areas, and only one tenth of these scholars have the ability and authority to read the entire database. The intricate yet well-organized spatial structure of this tower is hard to describe, and I am sure that the largest database ever built by the empire cannot be compared with it: its history is so long that it is almost Beyond the scope of the concept of "time", the library tower records a lot of knowledge that cannot be described by time, even outside the world, and has nothing to do with the time axis. Therefore, we can use it to find that The oldest material that had not yet left their hometown in the Schilling ancestors.

Father God opened a portal. Under his introduction, I learned that the hall where I was originally located can only be regarded as the "surface space" of the library tower. This place, called the Hall of Knowledge, is like the public reading of a library District, if you want to get really deep knowledge. You have to go deeper into this "library".

Through this dark portal, I found myself in a twisted and weird space.

This is a place without up, down, left, right, neither the walls that should belong to the building, nor the ceiling and the ground. There is endless chaos around, and the faint color bands are like a nebula in deep space of the universe. Drifting everywhere, beyond sight. This place reminds me of the assembly hall I saw on the mysterious side mother star in the fifteen-day zone. The weirdness of this twisted space is always so similar. In front of my eyes, a light golden long bridge suspended in the air and extended to an irregular platform hundreds of meters away, and that platform extended more long bridges or stairs to open in all directions. Twisted roads, staircases floating in the air, suspended bridges that stop abruptly, and two broad avenues that I don't know where to go stretch in this strange space, at first glance looking like a mess. But carefully distinguished, they seem to have some kind of plan: like the capillaries in the human body. I set my sight in the distance and saw that most of these airways lead to some halls floating in the air: they look normal buildings, and that's probably the virtual storage area.

So this place should be like a space hub in the library tower.

God the Father and Sovaret were waiting not far away in front of me. Seeing that I reacted from being in a state of trance, the former beckoned to this side: "Come here and see, I will tell you what I think."

I quickly followed. Don't forget to turn your head to confirm: Bingtis' blank body is still behind him. Although it seems that he has lost his ability to think, this body still remembers everyone's explanations to her when he started, and he must stay with me.

"I have been to this place before," said Bingtis's soul. "This is the place where the library tower is deep, and the virtual storage area and the real storage area are at the junction. Generally only scholars will come here, and ordinary students are not allowed to enter Yes, but at that time I was the president and vice president of the Student Union, the study committee member, the student representative, the community administrator, the college representative, and the school tyrant. The towering spirit of the library tower let the body enter.

"You can look up some more abstract information here." Father God interrupted my chat with Bingtis. I saw a lot of flashing runes floating around him. These runes seemed to rise from the platform under our feet. Rise: It seems that any facility in the collection tower can be used as a "reading terminal", which is quite convenient. "I intend to start from the continuity of the timeline so that I can trace all indirect links with your home world. Universe. You can eliminate more than half of your targets at once. "

The timeline is an important clue that Father God just thought of.

Seeing my doubts, the Father and God explained patiently: "Time is a concept that makes sense inside the mathematical system, and it will end with the extinction of the universe: if the end of the world, and all the information in this universe is not Can spread outside the barrier of the world before the end of the world. Then the universe will become a 'black body', a completely closed and locked agnostic system, anything that happened inside it can no longer be known to the outside world, its History will also become meaningless, just like a person who dies before he speaks, everything he knows will be brought into the coffin with death. Doomsday is a more complete message than death, it will erase All the history that I have recorded is deleted. An object that is completely invisible and does not have any impact on the outside world does not exist to the outside world. This is the 'black body' on the information level. "

"However, if the universe is connected to other worlds before it goes out, then its timeline can continue along this layer and run in other closed systems. Even at the end of the world, even if everything in that system is affected by Erasing the fact that it once had 'contact' with other worlds will not disappear, so leaving its time record in other worlds is the key clue. "

I nodded bluntly. This part of the knowledge sounds complicated, but I ca n’t understand it. I had been bombed by Tavier with relevant theories before establishing the Space Time Administration. I do n’t know how many times, even if I ca n’t understand it Can understand a little bit.

"That is to say, the ancestors left the world of their hometown and touched other worlds, so they added some marks to the normal timeline of other worlds ... Follow these marks to find the hometown world?"

"No," Father God shook his head. "If it's that simple, don't you find the hometown coordinates directly from the ancestors? With timeline markings, we can only confirm which world has had an information intersection with other worlds, and the approximate time and extent of the intersection. Sovaré, Now list all the suspected targets just now, and then shield all the timeline traces left by the Protoss ... "

Sovaré nodded, and a crystal column more than one meter high appeared beside him. He touched it slightly at the top of the cylinder. Suddenly, the mass of information and star-like snapshots of the world that I saw in the Hall of Knowledge were presented again. Several of us seemed to be enveloped by a rotating nebula. Sovaré seemed to have entered something on the crystal cylinder (I can't understand how these Protoss facilities are used), and the vast data tables refreshed quickly.

Large tracts of golden "starry" are losing their color and turning into gray spots. Then it slowly dissipated in the air, and those charts that were almost urging quickly were covered by gray footnotes. I saw it: the targets marked out in gray were excluded targets.

"There is only one mark in the timeline records of these worlds, which is left by the gods who have managed or observed these worlds in the past," said Father God, pointing to the files that are being classified at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. There is no record of timeline disturbances, indicating that they have not contacted visitors from other worlds, and civilizations in this world have not been able to jump out of the universe before the end. These must be ruled out ... eh? "

God the Father said that he was suddenly silent in the middle, and his eyes fell on a file in the distance, his expression very puzzled.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't understand the Protoss's operating system, and I didn't find anything abnormal about those data.

"This part of the record is not quite right, there are some inexplicable footnotes here," Father God stretched his fingers forward, and a group of data immediately moved in front of us. "Here. 'Observer extra log. Report to the commander of the Twelfth Army of the Expeditionary Force: found a large number of native Exogenous information of unknown origin appears in the universe. The amount of information is very small, but the complexity exceeds the threshold, and it is determined that it is likely to come from higher intelligent creatures. All information is homologous, and it comes from the same group of intelligent creatures. The information source is abnormal and does not belong to any Smart Species in the Known Quadrant. Follow-up Investigation. '"

"The information was left by the ancestors?" I immediately felt hope.

"No, that's not right." Bettis' brains suddenly flexed at this moment, and she rushed to deny my conjecture. "These materials must have been left before the ancestors of Schilling, so they have nothing to do with the apostle's old ancestors."

I raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

"You are stupid--the abyss shock had already occurred when the old ancestors of the spirits fled. According to their description, the scale of the shock was probably larger than that of the old empire when it collapsed. Such a large-scale shock may be caused to all the surrounding world. How much wounded-none of the records here mentions the discovery of the abyss, and all of them report normally, which indicates that they must be the information before the old ancestors of Schilling escaped from their home world. "

I'm oh, Bingtis makes sense. Then I started thinking: what does this record mean?

It means that those worlds have all been "patronized" by a civilization capable of shuttle freely, then this civilization must be quite powerful. But ... this message also seems to be useless, because it cannot prove that these "patronized" universes are on the path of exile of the ancestors later. I looked at the Father in puzzlement, and the other thought back from my thoughts: "I feel weird is something else, it has nothing to do with the ancestors of Schilling ... If this record is true, then the expeditionary army 12th Army There should be a very civilized mortal civilization passing by, at least a group of civilizations that can freely travel through the void. Do you know how rare this is?

"... you didn't find this bull race later?"

"I'm sure there isn't," the Father God said firmly. "There are only a few mortal civilizations that reach this level. Each one has a record, but I don't remember any civilization found by the expedition on the road. Leave this One record is an observer. In the expedition, this is a scout soldier who acts alone. He must have reported this information to his superiors, but the Twelve Legions did not find this unknown civilization. Here There don't seem to be any more reports left by that observer. These are the places I feel weird. "

The Father said, shrugging suddenly: "Ah, of course. This should not have much to do with the information you are looking for, but I suddenly became interested in this record. This is a record that is too long, too long ago, maybe in the past. Those who do this have forgotten it. I have to pay attention to the Twelve Legions when I have time. They should have been reorganized countless times over the years ... "

"It's not easy to make you feel that time has passed," I said heartily, and now the master who can treat the 500 million-year plan as a short-term plan finally realizes that the vicissitudes of the sea are difficult. "In short, it's a good thing that you have a way to screen, probably ..."

As soon as I said half of it, I heard a sudden hissing noise from all around, and then the surrounding images flickered as quickly as the short circuit of the monitor disappeared.

I:"……"

Not to mention that even the operating system used here will crash! My last hope for the Protoss is all here!

"Beyond the screening threshold, it seems that the processing power of a single ancient spirit is still limited. The rest can only wait for Sovaré to debug the superior system before continuing," Father God shook his head with regret. By the way, what exactly is the "Old Spirit" he mentioned many times? "The ancient spirit is the manager who evolved from the collection tower itself. It is invisible and intangible. It is not life. They are the embodiment of information and knowledge. One, it is probably similar to what you call an “operating system”. Usually a single ancient spirit can complete the general retrieval work. But this time the workload is too large, let's wait until the staff and ancient spirits are in place.

I think today's work can only be here. Although I wrote a few days ago to ask Starfield to prepare the huge library of data, it now appears that these ancient records of countless years ago still exceed the expectations of God the Father, and are used to process the data. Can't get busy at all. No one can do anything about this regrettable situation. I can see that Sovaré has done his best, so he waved to the Father: "Don't worry, don't worry, slow work. Take care. It is really troublesome for you this time. I didn't expect it to be so dynamic when we checked the information. "

"It's okay, but idle is idle anyway," Father Father smiled warmly, "Now, I'm going to the Icetis's house today, right?"

I remembered the ice daddy and ice mom who had fled decisively before, and somehow I suddenly felt a coolness flowing from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. After a cold war, I just got rid of this unexplainable feeling. He showed a helpless expression to the father and god: "No way, the girl is still tied to me, and I must let Bingtis go home when I come to the world of God."

"See you tomorrow, then," Father God's gaze fell on Bingtis (the body) behind me. With the elder expression of seeing the bear child crying, "I wanted to keep you for a meal-I studied for several days and finally knew how to make egg cakes."

I hurriedly left—the chives box with egg filling, you said that I crossed the void and came to the realm of God. If there were three meals a day, that would be a tragedy!

When I came out of the library tower, I noticed that it was already night. It seemed that I had been delayed in that magical space for too long, and I didn't know if Bing Da Bing Ma would think that I would take their daughters forever.

The night of the Divine Realm is not dark. The surrounding temples and those castles and palaces suspended in the air release a soft halo under the night, which contrasts with the mysterious floating light bands in the sky. I jumped to the outskirts of the "Garden" city through space teleportation under the guidance of Bettis. Looking at this huge circular city on a small hillside, the "garden" filled with glow was like a round reflection on the ground. The bright moon, and those isolated temples suspended in the air are like particles of light floating from the moon: no matter how many times you see it, you can't help but admire it ...

"it's beautiful--"

The obsidian palace appeared silently behind us, and the dark red light leaking from those narrow stained glass windows came from behind me, only to notice that the Bettis family had appeared: her home was in a different space The drifting temple will only stop for a while in reality when people come in and out. I turned around and saw a young woman with short silver hair standing in front of the Obsidian Palace. She was in a housekeeper's costume with a meticulous expression. It was the housekeeper of the Bingtis family, Mo.

"Welcome to visit www.readwn.com ~ Your Majesty the Emperor. Welcome back home, Miss. Dinner is ready."

The housekeeper said with the most decent manners, and then stared at the dead fish-eye Bingtis standing next to me, and looked at it until Bingtis's soul couldn't help but cry in the spiritual connection: "Don't watch! I'm here! "

"Miss, are you?" Mo asked curiously, it seems that Bingdaddy Bingma hasn't told her what happened to Bingtis.

"It's stuck. I haven't seen the magic out of control."

"Oh, Miss, you are studying those weird things again." Mord nodded suddenly.

It seems that everyone knows the dark history of Bingtis' "scientific research" in the past, so that the housekeeper was not surprised to see her young lady stuck in someone else's body.

We walked to the palace under Mo's leadership. The face-facing door at the palace door seemed to wake up from snoring and whispered hello: "Oh, welcome, welcome, Duke Blanche and Elias Ms……"

This stupid door never called the right person! (To be continued ...)