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 body was in charge of the project, and the information we got from Ansers was obviously The urgency is extremely high, so Sandora and I also hope that Tavel's body can help analyze it. It is said that Tavel's body performance is better than quality projection, so when encountering a particularly important matter, it is right to find her body up.
The scientific madman Tavel put aside the work at hand for the time being, and came to her office with us. After listening carefully to the information relayed by Sandora, this intellectually full-spectacled girl fell into long-term thinking, her brows knit into a ball .
The little puppet wriggled restlessly on my shoulder: she doesn't like the seriousness of the occasion, but she also knows that she shouldn't interrupt casually, so she can only wriggle around to express that she wants to go home. Put it on the ground: "Go home first, we will go back later."
The puppet girl nodded obediently, opened a portal and left the room, Sandora smiled at me: "This child is getting better and better now, I still remember when she first came to the house, she was with a little berserker Like."
Tavel thought about it for a while, and obviously had no idea, she looked at Sandora: "Your Majesty, what do you think it is?" "Whatever it is, it must not be the gate of the abyss," Sandora suppressed her smile The expression was extremely serious, "No matter in terms of scale, shape, or initial destruction method, it does not conform to the characteristics of the gate of the abyss.
When the ancestors described it, it was as if they were talking about something like a space crack: a crack that can be measured physically and presents a normal geometric structure in normal time and space, rather than something beyond the concept of geometry like the gate of the abyss.
The nature of that rift is also very similar to a physical rift in space. The ancestors said that it cut a star and a planet in the middle, and this is not an adjective, it is cut.
Like a knife—the Gate of the Abyss is a two-dimensional image. As a picture, it cannot cut anything in three-dimensional space. You know this better than me. "
"My subordinates first guessed that it was really a space crack," Tavel slowly said his guess, "Some kind of cosmic distortion may have appeared in the home world, and a five-light-year-long crack was created somewhere in the space. The rift happened to lead to another place completely polluted by the abyss, and the secondary abyss gushed out of the rift to destroy the home world.
This can partially explain what the ancestors saw, but this conjecture... has a big loophole, a space crack like this..." "It is impossible for such a space crack to produce such a terrible disaster as described by the ancestors," Sandora said. Before Tavel finished speaking, he interrupted, "Only the pollution power leaked from the gate of the abyss has the highest activity.
If the pollution spread from another abyss disaster area through the passage between worlds, its harm would be weakened several times, and the scope of infection was extremely limited. With the scientific and technological strength of the ancestors at that time, it was completely possible to close this space by completely destroying that space. gap.
According to the description of the ancestor Ansers, the power of the abyss gushing out of the five-light-year gap is extremely powerful.
And the pollution is close to the strongest abyss gate we have ever recorded in history, so it must be a direct passage to the abyss realm, some kind of... type of abyss gate that we have never seen. "
"This subordinate will build a relevant model, and then ask the supreme host to simulate the conditions for the creation of this type of abyss gate."
Tavel replied, "If it is really a gate to the abyss."
"If it really leads directly to the abyss, maybe we have to change its name," Sandora said with a forced smile on her face.
"That's a very dangerous thing beyond any existing gate of the abyss, maybe we should call it the Great Scar of the Abyss?" My head was as big as a bucket.
Scratching his hair, he muttered: "Anyway, I hope this kind of thing won't appear again. Its scope of harm is a bit shocking—the exiled fleet of the ancestors has been running for hundreds of years, but it was finally caught up. , How many universes do you think that rift polluted?" "God knows, it probably tore a hole of that size in more than one universe," Sandora sighed deeply, "The ancestors encountered a large number of worlds in exile. The debris, most of the debris came from different worlds, and all of them were destroyed by the abyss. They have been in exile for hundreds of years and have not found a stable universe that is not polluted... I suspect that all these universes were destroyed by the same disaster. A disaster of such scale is simply unheard of before, and if I have to say it, it can only be compared with the impact of the fall of the old empire."
I remained silent. The two disasters were indeed similar: both were large-scale abyssal eruptions, and both led to the destruction of multiple worlds. I even guessed that the surrounding world of my hometown was the same as the current Fallen Apostle's territory.
The disaster encountered by the ancestors almost completely destroyed Xiling civilization, and the disaster encountered by the old empire almost destroyed the foundation of Xiling apostles for trillions of years. I must be in a terrible mood—after fighting for so many years, chasing and killing the abyss in the void for so many years, I thought that even if I didn’t win the final victory, at least I had reached the point where the results were brilliant. As a result, fate made such a huge joke. The trajectory of the year went in a circle, and finally everything returned to the original point. Xiling was beaten again by the same enemy in almost the same way... and the second blow was brought on by the apostle Xiling.
But Sandora cheered up after only being depressed for a moment, with that unbeatable indifferent and proud smile on her face again: "The abyss, they always have new tricks, anyway, we will never fail— Tavel, I will leave these matters to you, give me an answer as soon as possible, no matter what it is, we must at least know what our next prey looks like."
"Yes, your will."
Tavier respectfully returned a military salute, and then hesitated a little. I could see that she had something to say, but it was obviously not good news: "What's wrong?" "About Xiling," Tavier mentioned something I didn't expect name, "She has been in a bit of a situation recently."
I think that Xiling and Tavel are "living" together now—but this is the view of us outsiders. Xiling itself has no concept of "where to live" in the real world. It can only be said that at present Xiling's external interaction terminal is in Tavel's residence—the two are quite familiar with each other.
Xiling always goes to Sylvia's small shop to help Tavel take some snacks, and the latter cares a lot about the former (of course, it may also be the kind of concern scientists have for their research objects). Sometimes I think, maybe the empire Another pair of lilies will bloom next to this glasses girl... Well, I'm thinking too much.
"What could happen to her?" I shook my head, throwing out the ramblings. At this moment, I really didn't realize the seriousness of the situation: because Xiling's ordinary character and ordinary Ordinary daily life makes it hard to remember her identity, and the next second I widen my eyes, "What the hell is wrong with her?!" "It's not a condition.
But the subordinates feel that she seems uneasy about the movement of the 'Rift Valley' recently," Tavel told us about her new roommate's recent series of abnormal behaviors, "Xiling was originally quite afraid of the Rift Valley, but recently she seems to be Whenever there is a chance, I secretly go to observe the changes in that place, and my subordinates ask if there is something wrong.
She always acted like she didn't care, and refused to say anything.
That super cluster consciousness is a bit different from the ordinary Xiling apostle in personality. She... is a bit too liberal, and subordinates find this disturbing. "
Another rift, another rift—one day without solving that mysterious thing, I am afraid that many people will not be able to live in peace! "What's the progress of the so-and-so intervention port you studied?" I waved my hand a little irritably.
Asked about the progress of Tavel's project, the other party showed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, my majesty, the intervention port still cannot operate stably, and it is too dangerous to completely blend the soul of an outsider into the spiritual network of the apostle of Xiling.
The latter is too large, and the super wave formed by hundreds of millions of thoughts can easily wash away the will of a single individual. Except for Xi Ling himself, it seems that the consciousness of any life cannot maintain itself in that environment.
The most recent experimental subject only lasted for ten minutes..." I was shocked: "... You don't have to experiment with living people, do you? ""Yes," Tavel said as a matter of course.
"How can we know this phenomenon without experimenting with living people? But don't worry, Your Majesty, the experimental subject used by this subordinate is myself..." Me: "..." "Mass projection only occupies one thread, even if it is washed into an idiot, it will not affect it." Noumenon thinking, and as long as the mass projection is reconnected to the ontology, you can immediately restore your sanity. In such a high-consumption project, it is very suitable to use your own mass projection as an experimental receptor," Tavel said with a smile on his face. With an enthusiastic expression, "The only bad thing is seeing my clone become an idiot like a single-celled organism for a short time, it's a bit embarrassing..." Me: "..." I feel that I can't get along with this madman at all. A world view was exchanged: it was not enough for her to turn schizophrenia into an active skill, and now she even clicked on the skill tree on schizophrenia! The next goal of this cute girl with eyes is to have a baby with herself! ? I told Tavel to calm down, don't rush forward, try to get a lot of scientific research tasks safely, and at the same time be optimistic about Xiling, if the other party has any situation, he will report it as soon as possible, and promise to find that confused guy to do it when he has time in the near future Do psychological counseling, and then leave the research center with Sandora.
It’s probably a bit late to go home for dinner now, so Sandora and I found a restaurant in Shadow City with a lot of bowls and a strong owner to eat a ton of rice, and we can enjoy the long-lost two-person world and a little date , wandered here until almost 3:30 in the afternoon before returning home.
As soon as I got home, I felt that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.
There is no one in the living room, and the house is quiet. Usually, the fox girl would bask in the sun at the door at 3:30 in the afternoon, but now she is nowhere to be seen in the yard. A row of shoes, large and small, are neatly placed in the shoe cabinet at the door : Apparently everyone is out.
The little ghost should still be at home, but she could feel her breath coming from the direction of the basement, but what are the others doing going out at this hour? This doesn't fit their biological clock, especially that house girl Bubble's biological clock... "Strange, where are they going?" Sandora frowned, put on her slippers at home, and snapped her fingers casually, The clothes on her body were changed into a simpler home dress. She listened to the movement around her, and suddenly poked my arm, "Ah Jun, did you hear any movement from 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. It was not like the voices of the family members. If you carefully distinguish it, it was like the movement when the wind and waves rolled over the beach. It was low, gentle, and humming softly.
"Maybe Bubble forgot to turn off the pile of game consoles in her room again."
I said casually, thinking that there would be no serious situation at home, and while talking, I grabbed a grape from the fruit plate at hand and prepared to put it in my mouth. As a result... the grape in my hand disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I stared blankly, looking at the bunch of grapes in my empty hand and fruit plate.
Confirming that I didn't have hallucinations just now, I grabbed another grape and stared at it closely. The next moment, a green shadow sprang out from the fruit plate, and I almost didn't see what it was.
The grapes in my hand disappeared, and only a piece of grape skin fell on the table.
At this time, the hand strength and eyesight that I usually cultivated in catching jingle bells finally came in handy. I grabbed the little green figure before it rushed back to the fruit plate, and finally saw that it was a girl the size of a palm. , with the same light green hair as Ding Dong, but shorter than Ding Dong's, and wearing a beautiful green skirt.
Although the style is different from Ding Dong's, it can be seen at a glance that this is the favorite costume of the Goddess of Life. Behind the slap girl, two pairs of wings as thin as cicada's wings are exposed, and they are flapping vigorously.
The owner of the wings supported my thumb with the slender arm like a toothpick, pulled out his body forcefully, and looked at me angrily.
And then...then got bitten.
Fortunately, I have been tempered under the attack of Ding Dong's steel teeth, otherwise the opponent biting my nose would be really scary.
I carefully squeezed the little girl's mouth open with two fingers of the other hand, and put the little guy on the table: "Ding Dong's friend?" He raised his chest and looked at me proudly, "The name is Bell! It's Ding Dong's friend! Who are you?" That's right, the sisters that Ding Dong was talking about appeared—I felt cold sweat start to break out on my forehead. In my eyes, this three-inch pioneer has become an army of ten thousand people. I used my brain to select the little guy in front of me, and then ctrl+c, and then ctrl+v for a total of 10,000 times. A vast ocean of people's war was formed in front of my eyes, and then I wiped the cold sweat from my brow, and extended an index finger to shake hands with a three-inch man named Ling Ding very affectionately and calmly: "I am Chen Jun, you probably have heard of this name."
"Wow!" Ling Dang stretched out her hand to hug my index finger and shook it twice, when she heard the name, she exclaimed in surprise, and I saw the wings behind her were frightened, "Are you the Jun that Ding Dong said? Are you the brother of Father God? Are you Emperor Xiling?" I nodded, and saw the bell jumping out several... centimeters away, the little one pointed at me with a serious expression: "The bell just bit you, you should Have you forgotten?" Me: "..." Although there is a big difference in temper and personality, the degree of lack of thoughtfulness is in the same line as Ding Dong... Both Sandora and I couldn't laugh or cry, and tried to comfort the little one in front of us, but soon I I found this kind of reassurance unnecessary, because the goddess of life named Bell forgot about it after ten seconds... She climbed into the fruit bowl and pulled a grape down with difficulty. I didn't see what happened. Only the grape skins were left, and the bell patted his stomach: "I'm full... eh? Where are the people who were here just now?" Others..." "Going out?" Bell was bouncing on the coffee table, "Sisters are out too? Didn't you say that you are not allowed to go out casually? Bell just got into this big plate to eat grapes, and there were still a lot of grapes here at that time." People are coming..." When I heard this, this was actually a miniature foodie in front of me, who was left behind because she was busy eating, and then I noticed that she had mentioned "sisters" just now, and the cold sweat broke out again—the group of three Cun Ding has arrived! I remembered the movement on the second floor, and then ran to the stairs.
When we got upstairs, the buzzing sound could finally be heard clearly. It was nothing like the gentle breeze, soft waves, and warbling songs. What came from the room at the east end was nothing but thousands of little ones. The sound of chirping and chirping may also be mixed with the movement of their wings flapping.
When I came to the door, as soon as I turned the handle, I heard the movement in the room quiet down for a moment, and then I pushed open the door abruptly—looking at each other with a large group of three-inch men.
On the table, on the bed, on the chair, on the floor, on the window sill, as well as on the chandeliers and wall clocks, basically there is a three-inch girl sitting, standing or lying in the place where a "person" can stand in the room. Looking at the emerald green from a distance, I feel as if I have come to Inner Mongolia, and the prairie under the sun is covered with green light—how long have these three-inch men been meeting here? ! I tried my best to find Ding Dong among a group of slap goddesses, but the little ones were a little startled by the sudden opening of the door just now. They maintained a half-stiff posture and looked at me without blinking. Some of them were flying around. The little one in mid-air even forgot to flap its wings, and fell to the ground with a thud. The eerie silence lasted for a few seconds. ... Immediately, I saw a wave of sound visible to the naked eye pressing towards me overwhelmingly... RT