Chapter 877 Patterns, and the grand wishes of the Father
Due to a little technical trouble, we still can't break through. It takes a few minutes to directly locate the Death Garden system to a "blank" void area. I took this opportunity to ask Artemis about the recent situation in Avalon.
I have been busy dealing with it for two days... Well, I don't seem to be busy with anything serious, but I feel like I have been busy. Anyway, I don't care much about this place, so I asked casually. "Avalon is in good condition. The monsters and Art are in good condition."
The Atlantis people get along very harmoniously. Most of the former like to make friends, while the latter have great trust in the "comrades" who once assisted them in retaking the city. The Atlantis people have inherited the excellent qualities of the Imperial people. They are extremely
Value friendship on the battlefield." The girl with the same name as the Moon Goddess pulled off the very worrying little note on her face, and spoke in a crisp and fast tone, looking particularly happy. "I need to mention it.
It was the Tengu named Shemeimaru Wen. She founded the Macro World Express and Avalon Daily, plus her own Wenwen Daily. A total of three sets of newspapers were published at the same time. Because the content was messy and the perspectives were all kinds of strange, so in the same mess
I am very popular among the heroic spirits. Well, I consider myself a very hard-working person, but compared with the tengu’s work enthusiasm, I feel inferior. Although there are tribesmen to help, how can that guy have so much energy to work?
?”
Artemis rubbed the center of her brows, showing an incredible look on her face, but she quickly put the confusion aside: "Then there are the heroic spirits, they are still the same. Although they don't drop their chains when going on missions, they still have the same attitude.
As lazy as they usually are, Fairy Lake has almost been regarded as an activity center for retired cadres by them. Yi Qiu and Andersen even opened a chess club deep in the Fairy Forest, because most of the tasks are not theirs.
"
I think about it, one plays Go and the other writes fantasy. What kind of apocalypse do you think two heroes like this need to save? Even if they become heroic spirits, they may not be able to fight. But the next thing I thought of
It was another question: "Wait a minute, I know Yi Qiu plays Go. Isn't Andersen a foreign writer of fairy tales? Isn't he also a national Go player?"
"He doesn't know how to go." Artemis shook her head.
"Then why did those two old men form a team?" I was puzzled. "It seems there is no career overlap."
"They play backgammon," Artemis replied with a dull face, "Both of them are equally good at this."
I:"……"
"Octavian and Caesar also jointly organized an e-sports competition to play "Rome? Total War"."
Me: "...Who won in the end?"
"Bubbles won. At that time, both Caesar and Octavian forgot to write in the competition regulations that 'Bubbles and any Xiling hosts are not allowed to participate.' As a result, Bubbles used infantry to bulldoze the whole world..."
Okay, let’s do it again—
I:"……"
During the chat, I discovered that the girl in front of me has completely adapted to her new identity and new job. Not only is she a "non-staff apostle" (which can also be called an honorary citizen, just like Uncle Z's temporary status in the Koprulu Sector), she is also
However, Artemis (permanent) handles her work very well, and has become a loyal dual believer of the goddess of life and the emperor of the empire - of course, I think the "emperor" is really not a creature like this.
It has the conditions for belief, but Dingdang, do you think you have it?
Artemis, whom I saw in the World Fragments at that time, was wearing dirty, paint-stained coarse work clothes, squatting like a tomboy in a weird and twisted large classroom, except for her long golden hair.
There is no girlish weakness at all, she looks like a female leopard waiting for an opportunity to counterattack in adversity. And now, although she still wears the vigorous golden long ponytail, she is wearing a very elf-style and prominent
The green, close-fitting soft armor with feminine lines looks a bit like a hunting suit, including exquisite long leather boots, a tight-fitting trousers decorated with golden dark patterns, and long soft leather gloves that archers like, but the upper body is made of one piece.
The style of the short war skirt was different from that of the hunting suit. This outfit looked familiar to me, but then I remembered that it was the uniform designed by Lilina for her own Vatican Guards. The girl copied it from a certain game.
I didn't expect Artemis to be so embarrassed to wear it - even though she looked pretty.
Of course, we have to try to ignore that she had put at least thirty little notes on her face just now. Her appearance was simply too impressive, but it was very different from the usual steady and serious Artemis.
Because the longest period of Lilina's life journey so far was as a blood elf loli, she liked elf-style clothes and asked relevant personnel of the church to dress similarly. Artemis resolutely implemented this.
Except for the fact that her ears are not pointed, she is almost qualified to be thrown into the elves of any other world novel and prepare to be the wife of the protagonist... Ahem, am I digressing again?
After chatting for a while, the adjustment of the Garden of Death was finally completed. The sound of energy turbulence that suddenly echoed in a low voice in the entire square interrupted my unreliable thoughts about Artemis and Mrs. Yazhai. The huge circle under our feet
In the ring-shaped information terminal, characters showing that the system had started running flashed by, and then a deep and turbid darkness covered the entire ground.
If you observe the void through conventional means and equipment, you can only see absolute darkness. This does not mean that the void is black. In fact, due to the rule of "everything is zero", the void has no color, just because you cannot
That place feeds back a little information, so it is considered to be dark. By observing the void through the Garden of Death system, we have discovered a very interesting phenomenon, that is, the void in the eyes of this system sometimes presents an uneven state:
Even if it is darkness that also represents no information feedback, there are uneven colors, with light and dark. At first, no one could understand this, until later, Tavel used a theory called "creation probability" to explain this unevenness.
Uniform color spots.
"Creation probability" refers to the probability that a small calm area suddenly appears in the void, and the world structure appears in this area, as well as the information enrichment phenomenon accompanying this probability. We all know that many worlds are born directly in the void.
Since everything in the void is possible, under an infinite base number, the probability of the birth of a world will jump between infinity and infinitesimal. A world may suddenly appear in every "place", or it may never appear. This probability cloud can only appear in
The world can collapse into reality at the moment of its birth. It can be said to be a process that is countless times more sophisticated than quantum physics. After all, quantum physics only applies to the macroscopic world, but the "creation probability" directly uses a percentage to determine whether the entire world is born.
And what it will look like after birth. By studying this process, Tavel discovered that the void is uneven at a certain moment, that is, when a world is about to be born or a world after destruction has not completely evaporated, they will
Information is enriched in the void and triggers a turbid scanned image. This scanned image is a precursor to the collapse of probability. However, so far, such scanned images can only be observed in the Garden of Death. Tavel is trying to copy the Garden of Death system.
But progress is slow.
What appears before our eyes now is a picture of chaos. It is definitely not the birth of a new world, because it is a moment with almost no time unit, so it must be the embers of a destroyed world left in the void.
.What needs to be explained now is why this ember has not been swallowed up by the void until today, more than 700,000 years later, and has become an invisible devourer.
In the absolutely dark background, there is a large continuous gray and black texture. If you don't observe carefully, you won't even see these textures, which are almost indistinguishable from the background. Artemis skillfully adjusts the information of the Garden of Death.
The processing module makes the picture a little clearer.
Those textures look amazing. You should know what snowflakes look like, right? They are complex and beautiful hexagonal crystals, and what appears on the picture is this hexagonal structure that is repeated and extended.
The flower patterns are one after another, and the six corners are connected to each other, extending to the entire picture, like a gray-black spider web covering the earth.
"Snow huā?"
I was surprised, and then glanced at Shandora in confusion, "Why do regular patterns like snowflakes appear in the void?"
"I don't know" Sandora frowned, "I have never observed this phenomenon before. It does not seem to be a natural formation. Orderly things do not appear alone in the void, and this pattern, no matter how you look at it, is there.
Based on orderly combination..."
"And more importantly, it will not be observed through conventional means. Even our observers from the Protoss have never reported that the information here shows an orderly state." Bingtis did not continue to joke heartlessly now, and straightened out
His expression changed, "Now that I am almost certain, what happens at this coordinate can only be observed by your products of psionic energy... If it is correct, this should be what little Viska left back then, and it will be useful to all those who are not familiar with it."
Everything that belongs to its own system is invisible."
We silently turned our heads and glanced at Viska. She was squatting on the grass not far away catching ants...
"Let's work hard on our own." Bingtis patted Sandora and I on the shoulders grandly. "The appearance of orderly information in the void shows that this place has been transformed. It should not be the state before the birth of the world, but should be
It was after that world was destroyed that the Destroyer artificially transformed it into this state. Now I guess, you must be planning to go there yourself, right?"
"The conventional reconnaissance force is no longer of use." Sandora fiddled with her blond hair charmingly, with a firm light in her eyes. "And no matter what Huisca left behind, it will never be
It can threaten the two emperors joining forces, not to mention the void there. In a sense, the void is Ajun's home field."
Speaking of this, Sandora glanced at me, and I nodded immediately: "It is safer for me to act in the void than in the real world. At least I am familiar with the environment there. Well, I am relatively familiar with it. Most people are there.
You can’t beat me.”
"Shit, let's have another fight?" Bingtis immediately glanced at me, and I shivered all over. This female gangster's Black Tiger Heart-Eating Thirteenth Series suddenly reappeared in my mind, and then I saw the other party taking out the heart from her pocket.
He took out a shiny golden rectangular object and threw it over. It felt heavy in his hand.
"This is a gift from me. To fight in the void, you need suitable weapons. Conventional weapons are ineffective."
Bingtis said seriously.
When I took a look, it turned out to be a very heavy hard-covered book. Of course, there was nothing wrong with the book. The problem was with its cover. I really didn’t know that a book had an inch-long book on all eight corners.
Why are there three rows of barbs on the back of the corner book? Should I stab my buttocks with an awl when I'm tired of reading? Believe it or not, this thing will fly sideways and die within a hundred meters. I'll take this to the train station.
Can you believe it if you can’t get out of the community, you have to let the Pian’er policemen take you to the police station?
Of course, the premise is that the policeman can twist.
Holding back the veins on my forehead, I threw the brick, which could cause at least 10,000 injuries in a second and might have a bleeding effect, into the portable space, put it together with the weird pillow Bingtis gave me, and then connected it with my spirit.
I contacted An Weina at home and asked what Lin Xue was doing now. The answer was that the girl was giving Little Bubble a bath because Little Bubble secretly drank ink and got all over it. I used my strong personal will to refuse the ghost maid’s request.
The screen was transferred to Goodwill in real time, and he turned to Shandora and said: "The prophet is playing with the child, heartless."
"It seems safe." Sandora breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll go get someone to prepare the spaceship."
After a while, after everyone had left, Bingtis asked secretly: "Is this how you usually use the prophet?"
"How else can it be used?" I shrugged. "It is definitely better to use it to measure earthquakes than the seismological bureau. Usually when there is any action, I secretly let people see what she is doing. If nothing happens, I will take action. Nothing has ever gone wrong."
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"No wonder you often do such risky things but never have any problems." Bingtis glanced at me with envy. "It is very dangerous to develop with an aggressive attitude when nothing is waiting for something to be done, but you have a
Baby. But to be honest, you wasted it."
me?"
Bingtis smiled mysteriously: "It's okay, it's useless for you to know now. On the contrary, it may affect her development, so just leave it like that."
After a while, Bingtis seemed to remember something again, glanced at Artemis who was busy not far away, and said directly through mental connection: "That girl doesn't seem to be a Xiling apostle."
I thought about it and told Bingtis about Artemis. In fact, Avalon is indeed a special place. It is one of the most important military and political cores in the world, the capital of the empire, but the owners and residents here are
Most of them are not from the Empire, such as those artificial gods of Atlantis and Artemis. After hearing what I said, Bingtis showed a look of surprise and suddenly realized: "No wonder, I feel like that girl
It seems like she is dead. It turns out that she is really a ghost, just a ghost of the world... Does that mean she is one with this world now?"
I nodded. Artemis and her classmates who survived the fragments of the world were rebuilt as the world was rebuilt, skipping the step of dying with the end of the world and registering directly in the new world, which is equivalent to the old world.
The last fragments of the world directly became part of the new world without being reprocessed. It is completely correct to say that they are ghosts.
"So you would hand over such an important strategic weapon as the Garden of Death to an ordinary life manager who is not an apostle." Bingtis rubbed his chin clearly. "In this state, she is equivalent to a part of Avalon, absolutely nothing."
Betrayal is possible, and she is more suitable than anyone else to control things in this place. It is not easy for that rigid researcher to safely hand over his hard work to outsiders."
Bingtis shook her head and finished speaking, but I gave her a strange look, and finally couldn't help but ask: "I said, why do you feel a little weird about you? You are not someone who usually cares about such trivial matters.
Bar?"
Yes, Bingtis usually doesn't care about what is going on with the Xiling armaments that are increasingly difficult to understand in her opinion, nor does she care about what kind of people my commanders are. She cares most about them.
The only thing that matters is how many snacks there are in the world that she has never eaten, and how much she spends her nights in front of the TV watching Happy Camp. This eldest sister, who usually does nothing but lead her band of gangsters around, is so angry today.
Having said so many ethical and serious things, this is so scary.
Bingtis looked into my eyes and suddenly laughed, then shook his head, and the long silver hair that almost reached the ground swayed slightly: "Father God is right, you are someone who never takes the initiative.
Those who are worried are like his old man. I am afraid that all void creatures are inert... But there is no need to think so much. I just stopped by to see Father God when I went home to meet my parents. He gave me a body
I talked about some things, mentioned you, and things that happened around you, so even I became curious about you."
I said "Oh" slowly, and I didn't feel too surprised. I have come into contact with Father God myself. Although he has supreme authority, he is a very easy-going, like the big brother next door. He likes to talk to others.
Chatting, it is said that Father God can become familiar with anyone except that stupid Dragon God, and Bingtis is the one he has watched since childhood. It is normal for the two of them to chat, but I did not expect that they have a common topic.
It turned out to be myself.
"As a void creature with only three known people in the whole clan, and among them is a guy who may not be able to see each other for hundreds of millions of years, Father God has actually been paying attention to you since he knew of your existence. He is very curious about you and his
The difference, and he made a lot of guesses about how you will develop. He also told me that after discovering a few more similar species, he will start to study the racial characteristics of the 'Void Biological Tribe'. Well, he said that his biggest wish is usually
He just wanted to find a few more void creatures, and then find out whether all the void creatures could become a group. He formulated a five-billion-year plan for this purpose. Of course, if the situation requires it, it can be a five-billion-year plan. Anyway, you will not die like him.