"This is what's left of Loch Marton..."
Hao Ren said with emotion after receiving the "substance" that emitted a faint light from the singer Tuala.
It was a shimmering shard the size of a fist. The shard had a hazy texture as a whole, like a cloud of thin smoke without substance, but it was completely opaque and had a certain weight. With Hao Ren's knowledge, it was completely ambiguous. It is not clear whether this is a solid or a virtual body. At the same time, even though the owner of the fragment is dead, it is still expanding and shrinking regularly, as if it still retains the characteristics of life.
The silvery spider silk was wrapped around the fragment, but did not touch it, like a loose cocoon-like structure, and the fragment was floating in the center of this "cocoon".
The spider silk cuts off the energy exchange between the debris and the outside world, just in case.
"It's like the physical 'image' left by an extremely powerful soul after it's broken," Anthony, who also has some research into the soul field, stroked his beard and said, "The power of this 'Rockmarton' is indeed unbelievable. If it weren't for us, we could Directly borrowing the power of the goddess to attack it, it really poses a serious threat to ordinary censors."
The singer Tuanara took two steps on the spot, and her eight elegant and slender spider legs seemed to be dancing out of the rhythm: "When I attacked it, I felt a 'reverse shock' similar to the power of a real god, which is similar to that of the bomb benevolence. The information you mentioned is consistent. Others may not be able to perceive it as clearly as I do, but they should basically feel this way."
Tunara is an inspector whose qualifications are similar to that of the Dragon Queen. As a demigod promoted from the Nerubian, she has excellent perception, which is the enhancement and extension of her previous racial talent.
"Cough cough... Ms. Tuanara, my name is Hao Ren, not Bomb Ren," Hao Ren coughed twice in embarrassment, and looked at the "singer" seriously, seriously suspecting that she did it on purpose." If the vague impression I read from the slate of mantra is correct, Lochmarton does have part of the divinity of the true god, but it lacks the key information power and the real control over this part of the divinity, it cannot be called God."
Tu Nala folded her arms, and her red eyes, which were more slender and gloomy different from humans, were glowing with interest: "Is that so interesting. Give me a copy of the research materials after you go back and have results. I like to collect these materials very much." knowledge about it.”
"Maybe there will be some results now," Hao Ren fiddled with the spider's silk outside the shimmering fragments, "You two can do me a favor, protect the law."
Tu Nala was stunned: "Guardian? What do you mean?"
On the other hand, Anthony, who had a lot of communication with Hao Ren on weekdays, knew a little about this "Bomb Ren". The old mage suddenly remembered several special abilities about Hao Ren that he had seen in the database: "Are you going to start from Directly read Lochmarton's memory from the fragment?"
"The body is dead, and there are only fragments left in the soul. This thing should not be so dangerous." Hao Ren smiled and raised the "cocoon" in his hand. "Ms. Tuanara, how should I take this thing apart?"
"You can just call me Tuala. They are all in the same unit. Add a 'lady' to call me unfamiliar," Tuala said with a smile, and then swipe on the "cocoon", which originally required a powerful energy cutting device The spider silk seal that could only be broken broke open directly, "I probably guessed what you were going to do—don't worry, Anthony and I will watch for you, to be honest, I am very impressed with your legendary ability to read directly Quite interested."
Hao Ren regained his composure, and slowly reached out to the fragment of Lochmarton.
He felt that his fingers had come into contact with a cold and constantly rotating "air mass". The air mass became denser as it went deeper into the air mass. When the finger penetrated about two centimeters, its density reached the point where it could not be easily penetrated.
A slight dizziness hit, and then a large number of ancient memories that I don't know how many years have passed surged in like a tide...
At first, it was a hazy light, and then there were shaking things in the light, and the shaking images gradually distinguished different details, and then gradually became clear, turning into a red sea and a monotonous sky.
Such a boring sky and sea lasted for a long, long time, until a special individual suddenly appeared.
It was a figure protruding from the sea of red. Her body was shrouded in a layer of mist. Maybe it was the blurred face caused by too long memory, or it could be some more mysterious reason. Hao Ren couldn't see the figure's appearance clearly, but The moment this figure appeared, Hao Ren realized who "she" was.
From Lockmarton's point of view, this figure approached quickly. She seemed very pleasantly surprised and excited. She kept going around in circles. After more than a dozen laps, a voice came directly to Hao Ren's heart. Sounded, no, sounded in the heart of Lockmarton back then:
"Ah—it's moving! This one is moving! It's done! I've done it!"
Great joy spread along the spiritual connection, so this emotion became the first emotion in Lockmarton's memory: joy.
The birth of life is to be joyous.
"You will stay with me from now on!" The figure understood by Loch Marton as "mother" quickly said, "I want to give you a name... A name is necessary, it is very useful!"
It was said that it was a name, but in fact, the mother thought hard for a long time and did not come up with this name, because she herself didn't seem to understand what a "name" was.
It was given the name "Rockmarton" after the glowing fireball flew thousands of times in the sky.
Slowly, Lochmardon learned a lot about his mother and how he was born.
"Mother" seems to be the only life in this world—not counting the words of myself who was born later.
She lived in this place many, many years ago, she didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know where she was going. Her mother never explained her origin, let alone why the whole world couldn't see the second and She is a similar individual. She wandered around on this endless red sea, aimless and doing nothing. Before she came up with the good idea of "making a gadget to accompany her", her greatest hobby was lying on the sea and observing the sun The movement and the stars at night. Among them, observing the sun's movement is a most boring thing, because it is always the same, but looking at the stars is more interesting, because there are many stars, and they are always changing.
Occasionally, some more interesting things will happen: burning boulders will suddenly fall from the sky, making huge, huge splashes on the sea.
Mother can be excited for thousands of days and nights because of these splashes.
But watching the stars and waiting for meteorites to fall on the water is not very interesting. At last, my mother began to get bored and bored, and the growing sense of loneliness made her depressed.
After a long time, she finally decided to create something that could accompany her, something similar to herself, or at least something that could move and communicate.
She failed many times, and finally, after a lot of fiddling, she succeeded in making it, Lochmarton.
A blindly squirming, bewildered lump of meat.
This is how Loch Marton was born.
Hao Ren saw Lockmarton in his "childhood" from some wonderful and detached perspectives.
It is a small dark red lump of flesh, only the size of a human head, with no organ divisions or symmetry at all visible on it, it floats lazily and ignorantly on the water, and is sometimes held in the arms of its mother , using clumsy grunts and tremors to communicate with the mother.
Mother took it to visit the whole "world", chasing storms in the red ocean, chasing the sun, observing the stars, going to the bottom of the sea to find glowing fissures, and even drilling into the fissures to explore among the scorching lava. They are still at sea level It was the only land in the whole "world", and my mother built a small house on it with stones, and the open space around the house was filled with my mother's collection: things picked up from the sea Stone flakes, crystals, and the metallic nuclei left behind by the burning of fallen stones.
In the most primitive memory of Lockmarton, everything has a warm feeling.
However, after countless years of precipitation and wear and tear, many of Yan Yuan's memories have already faded away. Hao Ren read the memories of Lockmarton, except for the deep joy at the beginning, most of the content was empty and cold.
It coldly records these extremely long-term events, like an emotionless machine, archives these memories and stores them in the corner of the soul.
In memory, it gradually grows up.
Mother also grew up gradually.
Mother slowly discovered some of her own powers, and began to master them and try them little by little.
She seemed to feel that her children should also learn these skills, so she poured her own divine power into Lochmarton's body.
After that, the memory seemed even colder and paler.
The power of the gods was too much of a toy for Lochmarton, and he was fascinated by it.
It begins to squander these powers, whatever their consequences—creation or destruction—will satisfy it.
It is gradually dissatisfied with the control of its mother, and dissatisfied with this monotonous world.
Mother likes to observe the stars, and then came up with the idea of going to those stars. She learned how to enter space, and even flew around the surface of the glowing and hot fireball in the sky. After returning, she told Lockmarton that it was a very bright fireball. Very bright place.
Lockmarton felt that this was an opportunity to leave this tedious red planet, so he became obedient again, hoping to explore the stars with his mother.
The memory was even colder, and even those moving pictures were gradually covered with a layer of black mist.
Something terrible seemed to have happened on that expedition, and it would explain the utter distortion of Loch Marton, and some of the secrets of the Creator, whose memory was buried deep.
Hao Ren continued to dive into the depths of his memory. (to be continued~^~)