"...world line?"
Looking at the bronze metal machine, Jiang Chen murmured and asked.
To his surprise, he seemed to be able to hear his voice on the other side.
There was no real sound in the silent space, and the sound like metal friction seemed to resound directly in his mind. This kind of extra-dimensional communication is wonderful, too wonderful to be described in words.
The only thing Jiang Chen knew was that he could be heard standing here, and what he said standing here could be heard.
That's all.
"Yes, world line." The clang of metal gave the voice a hint of coldness, but there was no emotion of joy or anger in his voice. "If we define the time in our past as A, then you That is, there are thousands of C, D, E... two parallel lines that will never intersect, connected together because of a failed voyage. It also makes us non-existent and yet everywhere The ghost."
"Is this codebook your masterpiece?... If you can see what I have in my hand." Jiang Chen took out the codebook from the storage space.
"I said, we are everywhere, looking at the three-dimensional world from the void, everything here seems to be written on paper." The voice said with a smile.
"...How many dimensions is the void?"
"Void is not a universe where matter exists. It is neither the front nor the back, but an unstable factor wandering in the cracks. Therefore, we do not have the concept of dimensions."
There is no concept of dimensions
Jiang Chen felt a little overwhelmed. It was already a headache for him to understand the concept of dimensions. Now this person... This ghost in the quantum state told him that he did not have the concept of dimensions.
"Um...what do you call me?"
"You can call me Wu, or you can call me Gui, or Ghost."
"Then I'd better call you Ghost," Jiang Chen sorted out his thoughts in his mind and asked out the confusion in his heart, "I want to know why, why do you want to send Crane particle broadcasts to the earth in this dimension? Is there any purpose for doing it?”
"Of course there is such a thing as a purpose." Ghost replied in a plain voice, "We choose spokespersons to guide civilization in the right direction, to face the doomsday battle, and to ultimately defeat the heresy. This is our purpose."
"Heresy... you mean..."
A glimmer of enlightenment appeared in Jiang Chen's heart, and all the clues were strung together by a rope, finally completing a complete puzzle. The reason why these remnants of the void spare no effort to transform and guide the history of this world is to use bait called golden apples to incite the wings of butterflies...
"The neighbor 20.5 light years away set out at the same time as me, but met a heresy with a completely different fate than us." The ghost replied softly, confirming Jiang Chen's guess.
However, Jiang Chen was still confused about their motives for doing this.
"But why?" He asked out his confusion, "If you are already imprisoned in the void, what good will it do to you to interfere with what happens in the three-dimensional universe?"
According to the point of view Lin Ling once put forward, they were sealed in the void and no longer knew life or death to the outside world. There is no concept of time there, and they have long since become immaterial ghosts. In this form, their connection with the real world should have been severed.
"If you are asking about the motive, then we may disappoint you." The bronze machine was like a pair of eyes protruding from the void, glaring at the tiny person in front of it without sadness or joy, "No Any reason, just because when we die, I am a pure person. If you die, our meaning as ghosts will also disappear, so we hope that you can survive, that's all."
"We once selected a dictator. In our opinion, only a dictatorial regime has the determination to fight against heresy."
"Unfortunately, the support plan failed. The technology we gave them did not change the direction of the entire war. The gap between the electrical age and the atomic age is not only reflected in physics, but also in scientific research ideas. We The manufacturing process for the atomic bomb was given to them, but until the last moment, they only completed the purification of enriched uranium.”
When the ghost said this, Jiang Chen thought of the U-boat found in the New Zealand trench and the suitcase found on it. If the Third Reich had completed this "miracle weapon" a year earlier, or even half a year earlier, history might have slipped in another direction.
"If we guessed correctly, you should already know what happened next."
When he heard that this sentence was right, Jiang Chen could feel that eye looking at him through the bronze machine. Swallowing, he nodded slowly and replied.
"Yes."
The silence lasted for two seconds, and there was a slight tremor from the ceiling. Jiang Chen looked up suddenly, and a few wisps of wall dust fell down, making him subconsciously take two steps back.
Judging from the sound of the explosion, it seemed that there was a fight outside, but who could it be
"We don't have much time left. The Crane particles in the void have become thin to a certain extent. Sometimes one-sided confession is really helpless, but fortunately you found this place. Although I don't know why, But you can hear every note I say, even without the help of the golden apple." The metallic voice whispered the last words, "Then, since you are the only one who can find this place, we should give our last hope to you."
"The last hope? What are you going to give me?" Jiang Chen glanced at the ceiling. Large chunks of dust fell from it. It seemed that the battle on the ground was getting more intense.
"This is a special gift. It weighs about one gram. It took us half a century to send it from the void to reality."
The searchlight on top of the machine turned on, and its light shone in the corner of the basement. There was an old-fashioned suitcase there. But Jiang Chen had no doubt that there might be some N stuff inside.
"We call it antimatter."
…
The battle on the surface was extremely fierce. I don't know whose crow's beak showed up. This group of unknown armed forces really had reinforcements.
Although not as well-equipped as the Sea Lions, the weapons and equipment in the hands of this group of people can be considered elite. Not only rifles adapted to the snow environment, but also various grenade launchers, rocket launchers, and even mortars came forward.
Being caught off guard by being condescending, the team that tried to attack from the side was also beaten and lost contact. Unfortunately, one of the soldiers standing at the door was shot in the head and died. Forced by helplessness, Garrett had no choice but to order to shrink the defense line and pull the position from the snow to the archway.
The old German equipment piled at the side door of the archway came in handy, and the half-track engraved with the Iron Cross coat of arms was dragged out. Although the machine gun was no longer needed, it was more than enough to serve as a bunker.
"Shet! Did they inject chicken blood!" There was blood on his forehead. Garrett gritted his teeth and replaced the magazine. He stuck to the back of the shaking tracked vehicle, took out his rifle and fired back.
Out of ten people, only five are left now. Leon's whereabouts were unknown, so Cairns took two brothers to guard the flanks. It was probably a disaster. But the soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be unable to kill them all. At least ten people had fallen under his gun, but the other side had no intention of retreating.
Thinking of those dead brothers, Garrett's pupils flashed with anger, and his teeth were almost broken.
There was no doubt that they were cornered.
But at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the rear they were protecting.
The footsteps were heavy and powerful, accompanied by the sound of the collision of steel.
Looking at the thing that came out of the shadows, Garret's eyes widened blankly. Not only him, but other soldiers also stared at the figure deep in the tunnel, speechless for a moment.
"Don't look at me like that, you found it inside."
That's power armor!
Garrett recognized it because he had been trained in it.
Why is power armor here
There is no explanation and no explanation is needed.
Raising his arm behind him, Jiang Chen shook out the minigun on his right arm. The flying warheads only left shallow white marks on his front armor, not even damaging him at all. Glancing at the wounded man crawling behind the bunker and looking at the hole where bullets were flying, the corner of his mouth opened into a sinister smile.
"The game officially begins." (.)