Ronan knew what Archbishop Lanier wanted to ask, but he couldn't care about it for the time being. He hurriedly responded and looked at the interface of the virtual workspace.
At this time, the inner universe simulator's analysis and loading of the psychic diagram has ended. There is no more photocopy of the psychic diagram in the interface, but the meaningful parts of it have been incorporated into the simulator's construction of the earth's local time and space.
middle.
There seems to be a change, but it's not obvious.
While Ronan still had some ideas in his mind, he quickly sketched two strokes on the inner universe simulator interface, but all he got was an error message in the background.
He sighed dejectedly. In a system like the Inner Universe Simulator, inspiration without a clear structure to support it really doesn't count.
In fact, the inner universe simulator is really a good tool. It has a strict and standardized definition of the description object, but the editing language has almost lost its boundaries. You can use its internally defined professional language, you can also use Tianyuan Common Language, or you can use Tianyuan Common Language.
There are plug-ins that support ancient ritual characters; others include hand-drawing, the function of thoughts, etc., and there is no problem.
In this way, you can express the structural relationship of space and time in the most free way on the simulator, and you can even integrate your own induction and the imaginary space and time formed by ancient ritual characters into it, which is really convenient.
But free expression must ultimately be put into practice.
If you draw one stroke at a time, describe or even add or subtract a dimension in the void, you must find a real support point, otherwise you will only get an error.
It is still necessary to calm down and analyze it carefully. However, the inspiration that has just been triggered needs to be captured again and concluded...
Ronan struggled for a while, then looked up again, looking at the soap bubble that seemed to be about to collapse at any time, feeling a little helpless:
"It seems like it's not easy to stop..."
It was obviously Archbishop Lanier who started the topic first, but at this time he did not follow. The communicator was quiet for a second or two before the following words came out:
"Sorry, Professor Luo, would it be presumptuous if I wanted to take a closer look?"
"No, project cooperation should be like this."
"Then, excuse me."
As soon as Archbishop Lanier finished speaking, the door from the bottom warehouse to the deck opened with a creak.
Quan Minhyuk, who had just gone to the warehouse to investigate not long ago, walked up from there and still bowed to greet Ronan, but when he straightened up again, the energy flowing in his body and the eyes he projected towards him
, all changed their appearance.
So Ronan knew that the core there had now been replaced by Archpriest Lanier.
This scene is familiar to Ronan. It was this way that Lanier communicated with him on Xiacheng Beach. However, the carrier used to place his soul power now has been replaced by a businessman whose potential was forcibly stimulated.
A genuine sacrificial knight.
The relationship of sustenance and carrying between the priest of the Order of Justice and the priest knight is a subject worthy of study, but Ronan is not in the mood to delve into it now.
The person in front of me, who I don’t know whether he should be called Quan Minhyuk or Raniere, climbed onto the stern, walked to Ronan, and took the lead in extending his hand:
"Now please call me Lanier."
This was more considerate. Ronan also stretched out his hand and gave him a brief shake.
"I hope I didn't disturb you." Lanier glanced around the virtual workspace, not hiding the interest in his eyes.
Ronan's answer was more candid: "I won't be able to calm down until the trouble is solved."
He did not switch interfaces or close the virtual workspace, letting Lani
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Let me visit and take a look.
Lanier still knew how to exercise discretion. He quickly withdrew his gaze and stood side by side with Ronan, smiling and returning to the topic.
"It's really not easy to concentrate on a project. Geng Huai's work is very tiring, and he won't give up until he achieves his goal. If he is blocked for a while, if he goes back and tries again, the situation may become 'worse'."
Lanier’s homophonic jokes are used skillfully.
Ronan just smiled and didn't respond.
Lanier didn't mind either. The two people on earth, who were almost in the top five in terms of pure spiritual attainments, were standing behind the rusty railings that could fall at any time, and together they cast their sights on the soap bubbles floating on the river.
The seemingly deformed and fragile structure has no fixed structure at all. Sometimes it is even twisted like a towel, as if it will reach its limit at any time, but it must be unbreakable. The seven-color oily light flows on the surface, which actually makes the Geng inside.
When I was pregnant, my body suddenly grew bigger and smaller, and became more and more strange.
"It's like something out of a fairy tale."
"well enough."
Ronan combed his hair again, hoping to get further ideas as quickly as possible by stimulating his scalp. Of course, it had nothing to do with the soap bubble guy.
"70 seconds." Lanier raised Kwon Minhyuk's arm, looked at the watch, and then counted the number.
What he meant was that Ronan used this soap bubble to block an extraordinary person like Geng Huai for 70 seconds, and the time continued to extend.
Using this excuse, Lanier turned the topic to the technical aspect: "This length of time is enough to play a decisive role in a high-level melee... I would like to ask, is this the effect of space fault? Or is it a kind of
A special extraordinary realm?”
"It just depends on how much preparation I have done in advance. In fact, the effect is not that great. The man inside is much more cautious than he looks, and he is also observing. Well, I can't blame you... I mean, it would be better if it were like this.
Already."
Ronan was pragmatic and said what he said without paying much attention to the logical relationship between the sentences: "As for the effect now, it should be regarded as a project exhibition hall or a visiting passage."
"Um?"
"Since we are doing projects, isn't it the same way we do all kinds of large-scale project inspections? If the visual effects are stunning enough, aside from the bells and whistles, wouldn't it be easier to attract investment?"
Ronan's response may sound a bit irrelevant at first, but Lanier keenly captured the core information:
"So this is part of...a project?"
His finger traced an imaginary circle around the deck of the cargo ship.
"Ang, this is a temporary development based on the project. Your sect has invested so many people, and you will probably know the overall structure of this experimental site soon."
"I didn't notice it at all just now..."
Raniere's tone sounded like he was regretting having called Kwon Min Hyuk back early.
"It won't be too long."
Ronan said nonchalantly, while facing the sun's rays, squinting his eyes and observing carefully for a while - this was probably the most serious observation he had done since Geng Huai appeared.
Lanier originally wanted to say something more, but when he saw his appearance, he temporarily stopped talking.
However, not long after, Ronan took the initiative to ask him: "Mr. Lanier, have you ever played games?"
"Game means..."
"To be more precise, have you ever played the game Ten Days in the Wild?"
Lanier was silent for a second, maybe longer, before responding: "When I have free time, I
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been touched."
"Do you usually play more immersive games, or do you play more chess games?"
"Let's play chess."
Ronan snapped his fingers: "That's it. If Mr. Lanier doesn't mind, can you take advantage of the opportunity to observe the project and do me a favor?"
Without waiting for Lanier's consent, while Ronan was speaking, he swiped his finger from top to bottom in the middle of the virtual workspace, activated the clone function, added a new workspace next to it, and sent it to Lanier.
.
Chief Priest Lanier looked at the blank space and was confused for a moment.
"Hold on."
Lanier vaguely remembered that Ronan had said this before.
This time he did not have to wait long. As Ronan operated in the virtual workspace in front of him, new content appeared in the fluorescent area in front of Lanier, and some relatively complex light and shadow effects were filled in.
It looks like the settings and selection interface before officially entering the game scene, with three choices of mode, scene and monster marked on it.
Among them, the mode is temporarily unselectable, and there is only a "war chess" mode; the scenes available for selection are relatively rich. Although there are only a few sketches, at a glance, you can see grasslands, deserts, bases, and even starry skies.
and so on, can be clearly identified at a glance.
Then there are the monsters. There are so many of them that you can’t even pull them all the way out with just a swipe of your finger. They are also in the nature of drafts, and each structure is twisted and ferocious, yet extremely vivid. There is one type that can be transformed from a few strokes with just a few strokes.
The movement and tension emerge from the light and shadow.
"Referring to the interface design of Ten Days in the Wild, I drew all the pictures myself. It is not finalized, I can only say that it is very different.
"Similarly, it's also because it's not finalized. Don't switch too frequently, otherwise it may cause a rule conflict. Before the other side can break free, we will blow up the battlefield ourselves."
Ronan's explanation was somewhat unreasonable, but Lanier also knew that it was impossible to expect Ronan to give him a complete instruction manual.
He vaguely knew something now. He did not refuse or choose. He relied entirely on instinct and followed the logic of "human-computer interaction" in the interface. He chose the default first scene, a featureless wilderness grassland; as for the monster, it was also the first one.
One--you can't even tell what kind of alien they are.
After the selection was completed, the interface changed. From above, he saw the distorted image of "soap bubbles" floating on the river. Soon his perspective was driven and penetrated inside.
First there was a distorted afterimage of chaos, and then Geng Huai was seen.
It is a way similar to God's perspective, condescending, looking down at the new extraordinary species who may be on the "deck" in the next version, clear and intuitive, and detailed in detail.
His face, filled with worry, irritation and excitement, was gradually being eroded by suspicion.
Because at this moment, the solidified and distorted scene inside the "soap bubble" began to change. The mountains, rivers and rivers that had been changed beyond recognition by him completely collapsed, but soon they were replaced by vast grasslands and a vast blue sky.
Even wider than before.
At the same time, at the end of the field of vision, a ferocious alien squeezed in from the twisted and broken residual scene of the previous period, and confronted him in the air. Behind it, the time and space with green grass and blue sky as the main theme formed a perfect closed loop.
The above is exactly what Archbishop Lanier saw and the game scene that seemed to be controlled by him. He took a shallow breath, and Quan Minhyuk's body cooperated perfectly: