When encountering danger, a rational person must first determine the source of the danger.
The same is true for snake language.
First of all... and all the time, her attention was focused on the notebook: the burning state of the invisible flame really seemed to open a certain channel, as if a demon would come out of it the next moment.
But soon, the actual response was misaligned with expectations.
Even though the "invisible burning" of the notes stimulates the vision, it has no substantial power to penetrate it. Even the previous "screaming" does not seem to come from the notes.
She shifted her gaze and sensed:
The one that really filled the surrounding air with "toxins" and continued to radiate alien energy at this time was clearly...next to the notebook.
Sheyu's mind became tense, her pupils dilated subconsciously, and the nature of her vision changed. In her eyes, the normal world began to distort and deform. There were a lot of burrs and fragments on the edges of things, and there were ubiquitous, arbitrarily extending textures, and subsequent
Yes, the cracks that drive people crazy.
The cracks continue to peel away, exposing the ugly moldy inner layer and the new and more tragic "reality", and the above process repeats.
This is like the effect of the worst hallucinogenic drugs, which makes everything lose its beauty and even its expectations for the world, leaving only disgusting everything.
It was precisely this kind of vision that, after instantly sweeping across the large real scene around the cargo ship, it naturally focused on another person on the deck... Ronan, who was holding a single page and looking at the Burning Notes as well.
The latter frowned - it was so clear and vivid. Although it was a little distorted, it could still be embedded in an aesthetic range that belonged to normal people:
"Don't use this trick on me!"
Ronan, who has extremely high resistance to this kind of "vision", or can be said to have passed the test, seems to be a bit of an afterthought.
After saying this, he seemed to have some realization, and then showed his face: "So cunning? Is it a natural instinct, or do you really have a brain?"
Snake Language did not completely obey Ronan's instructions. She still maintained the pupil state that Ronan called the "Poison Demon Eye", but she no longer simply focused on Ronan, but broadened the scope appropriately.
In this way, the overall logical relationship of the current scene has a vague answer:
The invisible flame spread from the notebook to Ronan's body at some point.
Under the blessing of the evil evil eye, the invisible "flame" seemed to have a clear form, but the "flame" seemed to be decaying, so that it lost its vitality. It changed from restless flying to half
In a frozen state, it may even collapse.
And in this alien environment that seems to be about to collapse at any time, there are dark lines that are connected in series to form a particularly eye-catching outline, but it is impossible to analyze its meaning. I can only look at it, showing an almost excited state, surrounding Ronan,
It was tumbling outside of him.
By now, the situation is obvious:
If you have to choose a medium that comes from across the world, Ronan himself seems to be more favored by the monster from the unknown realm than the notebook.
The other party has locked onto Ronan and wants to infiltrate it, or has already contacted Ronan on some level.
Snake's judgment is very accurate.
Ronan can reversely observe his own state through the poisonous eyes of Snake Whisper, confirming that he has unknowingly fallen into the trap.
The danger probably occurs in the irritability caused by the noise...including the fatigue accumulated during this period, which has become the breeding ground for danger.
The monster from deep space, through intermittent noise interference, cast a "seed" in a way that Ronan has not yet understood, and it quickly grew and grew in Ronan's emotional environment.
And when Ronan tried to take the initiative to communicate and do something through the records about the source of the noise in his grandfather's notes, the other party took advantage of the situation and used this "ladder" to sink to his spiritual level in one fell swoop.
Hmm, maybe it's just a part of the claw that's reaching out.
In any case, at this time, Ronan's mental level did have an additional "source of pollution" - originally Ronan wanted to drag the other party to the local time and space of the earth in one fell swoop, but he did not want the other party to jump out of the car midway and insisted on reaching him.
Shadowing on the spiritual level.
This is interesting.
Ronan's mental level was filled with clouds and chaos.
In some professional texts of the Tianyuan Empire, the definition of the spiritual level and soul power has always been very controversial. The creation school and the fantasy school have completely different definitions.
But no matter what the foundation of spirit and soul is, and how it spreads, there is one thing that almost no one can deny:
They are the reflection of certain rules, whether they originate from people themselves or only serve as a transit of external social trends of thought.
To this day, Ronan is not sure whether there is a cognitive core that completely belongs to him in the complex rules structure of his spiritual level. But this does not prevent his cognition from continuing to deepen on this road.
Deep in the mist of chaos, the Wu Chen Chain and the Magic Talisman restrain and support each other, simulating the basic structure of the Sun Circle Prison, and also pulling the magnificent power there, and the destructive poison he accidentally brought out from the relay station, continuously.
Impact wrestling; also complete the dismantling and restoration of every corner of the evil, forming a broken fog of law, covering Ronan's spiritual level.
A tiny part of it can be used as cumulus clouds turn into rain, becoming the main source of his mental strength at this stage.
This is almost enough for Ronan, and there is rarely a time of shortage. Therefore, a lot of time, Ronan almost forgets the essential reality of his spiritual level. In fact, it is a battle that may be unbalanced and fatal at any time.
conflict.
Well, maybe it's really not suitable to get to the bottom of it, or maybe it's an underlying construction that doesn't need to be asked.
Oh, by the way, there is a magnificent palace floating in this fog. Ronan is usually not able to grasp its location, but when he wants to "enter", he can always appear there as soon as possible.
That palace was transformed into a magnificent masterpiece by the Lord of Zhanhe. Now Ronan highly doubted that the words used to write in it were beyond the limit of divine script, or some variant of divine script.
Although the Mist Palace has an extraordinary origin, just like the position of the book written by the Lord of Zhanhe, it is only used as a basic tool, floating in the mist, gathering the disassembled and usable law dust in the mist.
, restore them into concrete life structure templates.
Of course, because it is too fragmented, the effect of collection and aggregation is not particularly obvious. The main displays in the hall are images derived from Ronan's personal experience and supported by relatively sufficient data.
Including but not limited to magneto-optical mica, shadow cockroach, etc.
In addition, the standards of the Mist Palace are also very high, and ordinary cats and dogs are not eligible to enter. The combination of the above reasons has led to the fact that no new images have been added here for a long time.
But at this moment, there is a dark shadow in the hall, which is slowly taking shape.
As a reference entity for the Mist Palace, the guy who was pulled down from the depths of the Mist Maze by Ronan and jumped out of the car was now more or less confused in the chaotic fog.
Even if Ronan is the master of this spiritual world, he is often not able to find the right direction. This evil guest who comes in without warning is even more confused...if it has a brain.
At this time, it followed a certain behavior pattern and tentatively dived into the depths of the fog of chaos, but quickly lost its way.
It felt the red light hidden in the mist, which seemed a little friendly; but when it approached there, there was another "shushing" vibration in the air.
Although this was different in intensity from the terrifying abyss that had imprisoned it for a long time, the pattern was similar, making it highly vigilant and hesitant for a while.
But when it stayed in this fog for a long time, another layer of the essence of the fog, that kind of absolute chaos and distortion, without rules and regulations, to the point of destruction, crazy power, seeped in layer by layer, almost making it...
The little aura core that it had finally recovered over a long period of time was mixed and collapsed.
This is incredible!
The evil guest was shocked for a moment, but at this time, it finally felt the nature of the continuous high-risk conflict and confrontation in this chaotic fog:
The red light, chains and the power of destruction are wearing each other out all the time, leaving no room for buffering. The only reason the current structure can exist is the fragile balance maintained between them.
In such an environment, even if one's own power has an absolute advantage, in the end, at best, it will be a common death...or another cycle of despair.
You must not stay here!
Whether it was due to intelligent judgment or instinctive drive, the evil guest's follow-up actions were very resolute.
It turned around and ran away, not even using the pre-set "ladder".
But at this time, under the heavy barriers of time and space, there is only one way for it to retreat: follow the originally open passage, wrapped in a force that has been worn out for most of it but is still strong, and go to the place that is several levels lower.
A material world that allows it to be used more widely.
"Seems really smart..."
Ronan's judgment was not particularly clear, but at this time, one thing was very clear: the burning notebook in his hand finally passed a certain critical point, and the invisible distortion turned into a substantial flame.
The notebook is burning, although the fuel is not the notebook itself.
The blue-grey flames radiated an astonishingly high temperature, forcing Ronan to stay away from it for a while.
He retracted his hand. He lost his grip, but the notebook was still suspended in the air. Even without his interference, the use of energy became smoother.
In the blue-grey flames, hundreds of piercing rays condensed in an instant, buzzing and flying in all directions.
Ronan, who was in the nearest position, had his body blurred and solidified, allowing him to pass the direct front of this wave of rays. Sheyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the piercing rays directed at her collapsed.
But in fact, a considerable part of this wave of piercing rays did not directly show any lethality, and some directly passed through the hull of the ship. The body of the "predator" on the ship showed no trace, and the damage was like a phantom.
But some of them hit targets on the ship and even targets on the shore further away. The people who were hit, mostly those with peripheral aberrations, suddenly became stiff. In the space of another breath, those aberrations, including a small number of
The "Hunter"'s body suddenly swelled, directly breaking through the upper limit of what it could bear, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
The farthest point of its influence is even tens of kilometers away. And the farther to the periphery, the more intense the color of the blood mist is.
In this moment of blood-stained colors, the dark lines that had been tumbling around Ronan before completed their transfer and reorganization, and emitted an extremely excited howl: