Luo Yuan prepared to modify the Zhanma Dao.
Luo Yuan first used his will to detect it carefully. The material of the sword is a complex of metal atoms and biopolymer structures. It is not a messy ball. It looks quite regular and exudes a regular beauty.
This is undoubtedly an excellent material. Although it is not as good as critical substances, among ordinary substances, it is excellent in both physical and chemical properties. At least with human technology, ordinary substances cannot be used to produce such strong performance. s material.
Of course, for Luo Yuan, this material can be copied completely and easily.
Soon, another Zhanma sword appeared on his other hand.
The two horse-zanting swords looked exactly the same, as if they came from the same mold. Even down to every atom, there was no difference. However, Luo Yuan felt that these were two different horse-zanting swords. He could distinguish the two instantly. difference.
A handful is like an extension of flesh and blood, closely connected to himself. It seems to be breathing, as if it is a living thing. Ordinary people can feel the bone-chilling chill just by getting close to it. A handful is a dead thing, without the slightest breath of life. Apart from being equally sharp, there is no special feeling.
Moreover, the replica does not have the ability to cut space.
In fact, Luo Yuan didn't feel much surprise. His copying was not thorough. His microscopic manipulation of will only went deep into the neutron level, and was completely powerless against smaller quark-level or lepton-level particles.
Like the Will Brand, it is itself a quantum entanglement effect at the deep level of matter. With his current strength, he is still far from being able to see its essence. The space cutting ability possessed by the Zhanma Sword obviously also comes from the deeper energy waves of matter.
He recalled the "synthetic" ability of the system back then. Even if his thinking is now dominated by rationality, it is inevitable that there will be slight fluctuations.
When I first used it, I felt it was magical and didn't think much about it, but when I think about it now, I feel deeply afraid. Behind this kind of ability is a powerful and desperate technological ability.
The more he learned about the unknown super civilization that made the system, the more Luo Yuan could feel its power.
At his level, the definition of power is no longer the amount of energy, but the ability to control microscopic particles. Whoever can master deeper microscopic particles will have a better understanding of the nature of the universe and will be more powerful.
In this regard, human technology can only reach the molecular level. Compared with that unknown super civilization, like an ant facing an elephant, it can be easily crushed to death by raising its soles slightly, turning its flesh and blood into mud.
Even Luo Yuan is just a slightly more powerful ant.
He frowned and soon stopped thinking about it, because it was useless no matter how much he thought about it.
The next moment, the two zanma swords were immediately decomposed, and at the same time, a large amount of material was integrated into them. A second later, a new zanma sword reappeared in his palm.
The new Zhanma Dao has a collapse ratio of 60,000 and weighs a thousand tons.
But in his hands, it still seemed light and effortless.
Luo Yuan looked at it for a while and put the knife on a nearby weapon rack.
In fact, weapons no longer mean much to him. For semi-fourth-dimensional creatures, will is the most powerful and fundamental force. This time he refining the sword is just an occasional whim.
The news that the Bo Xing people were coming, Luo Yuan's heart was not as calm as he imagined, and it had an impact on him to a greater or lesser extent.
This is an impulse to fight, an instinctive desire to fight back in the face of threats, which makes Luo Yuan subconsciously prepare for war, whether it is useful or useless, whether the opponent is strong or weak.
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In the afternoon, Chen Xinjie and Luo Junchao came to visit Luo Yuan.
"Junchao, call daddy!" Chen Xinjie looked at her son, who was speechless, and couldn't help but urge.
"Dad!" Luo Junchao shouted timidly, not daring to take a breath.
This was the first time he saw his father after several years. However, this father was already extremely unfamiliar to him. His porcelain-white and inhuman complexion, his depressing and majestic aura, and his independent temperament all made him dissatisfied with his father. Full of fear and strangeness.
Luo Yuan saw the two of them and nodded: "What do you want from me?"
His tone was indifferent, as if the people in front of him were just two strangers, not his woman and adopted son. In addition to Luo Junchao's strange feeling when he saw this situation for the first time, Chen Xinjie had also gotten used to this character of Luo Yuan for so many years. Give up.
She said coldly: "Your son is going to join the army and die. I can't control him. Do you care?"
Luo Yuan did not answer, but turned to look at Luo Junchao: "You want to join the army! Why?"
Luo Junchao was so frightened that he did not dare to raise his head and said cowardly: "The Bos are cruel and ruthless. They are coming to destroy mankind. I think... I want to be a hero like my father and save mankind!"
During this period, recruitment propaganda was everywhere, and there was an atmosphere of agitation and fanaticism. Luo Junchao was also affected by this. He was already fourteen years old, and according to the temporary wartime decree, he was already qualified to join the army.
"But you don't have my power. You are just an ordinary person. You can't become a hero. After you go to the battlefield, you are just cannon fodder and will die at any time." Luo Yuan's tone did not waver.
Luo Junchao was still in the rebellious stage at this age. At this time, he was mercilessly belittled by Luo Yuan. He suddenly felt angry in his heart, but he still did not dare to raise his head and said in a stubborn tone: "I am not afraid of death. Now Humanity has reached a critical moment of life and death, and no one can escape. As your son, I must set an example. Even if I die, it will be meaningful."
"Do you really want to join the army?" Luo Yuan asked.
"Think!" Xie Junchao said without hesitation.
"Luo Yuan!" Chen Xinjie doesn't care whether Luo Yuan is strong or not. As a mother, her son has been her heart and soul since he was born. Especially after Luo Yuan became more and more indifferent, his son has become everything in her life. Seeing her at this time Luo Yuan seemed to have the intention to agree and couldn't help but said angrily.
Luo Yuan looked at Chen Xinjie, who was full of anger, and said expressionlessly: "I can't convince him, because this is his free will decision. I respect this choice. Maybe I can modify his memory and eliminate his ideas, but I I don’t think you would agree to it, and he wouldn’t accept it either.”
Luo Yuan said in a calm tone, but the meaning of his words was enough to make people's hearts tremble and their hair stand on end.
In fact, if their feelings for each other were not still affecting Luo Yuan's thinking, he would not think so much at all, nor would he ask patiently. Just like Meng Junhua, directly input and modify the memory, which not only saves time, but also has better results.
Chen Xinjie took Luo Junchao and left angrily. Luo Yuan watched the two people disappear at the door and did not move for a long time.