Snake Yu felt that this place was ethereal and far-reaching, transparent and pure, with no trace of dust at all. But it was also empty and had nothing to rely on, as if even the consciousness was melting into it and dissolving into nothing.
Extreme domain?
Snake Language is an insightful person. Even if she lacks direct experience, she can make judgments very quickly. On the other hand, it comes from her wonderful intuitive experience - she inexplicably used this void as a stronghold, looked around, and soon
After "overcoming" the initial discomfort, the perspective reversed and explored the abyss, spiritual ocean and material world that was currently in chaos.
This is an experience I've never had before.
The sense of transparency from the extreme realm has penetrated into the material world, so that it can be vaguely grasped that behind these endless turbulent appearances, there are several relatively stable axes.
I just don’t know if this is a natural experience after logging into the Extreme Realm, or if Ronan gave her this perception ability... or even the result.
Soon, Snake Whisper confirmed: it was the latter.
Here, her perspective completely followed Ronan, without any degree of freedom, and she was not given the opportunity to observe calmly. The direction of perception was shifted, pointing to a certain "extremely distant" place.
Saying it is "extremely far" is just a matter of feeling. Because observing this time is obviously more difficult than before. Some links and obstacles should be broken through before the area is finally locked.
But over there, the perception of "succession" of the snake language has lost the unique sense of transparency of polar observation. At a glance, it is a gray area, like clouds and fog, but countless "stars" can be seen, hidden in it.
Micro flash.
Perception was still adjusting, focusing on those "stars". After a while, Sheyu suddenly realized that she could "see" the fog maze where she "checked in for work" during this period.
The Mist Maze... at least part of the area inside it is indeed somewhat "distanced" from the Abyss and the Extreme Region, and the connection is not very close. The "battlefield time and space" that Ronan kneaded with one hand is like that.
Apollyon pointed out this trait last time, and this time he proved it in reverse.
Sheyu didn't understand the underlying reason, and she didn't make random guesses. She was already very familiar with the mist maze. If she was close at hand, she could see that in the maze, the mist, dust, and sand were beyond measure, strangulating foreign objects all the time, without any trace.
A place to rely on.
But at this level, looking at it from a distance, there is a gap, but it is such a situation, which is really strange.
Before she could understand it further, Ronan, with a clear purpose, completed a certain link between the Extreme Realm and the Mist Maze... To be precise, the link was to a certain area of the Mist Maze.
The "distance" between the two sides has not narrowed, but from this moment on, the chaotic and noisy sand and dust noise invades, making people instantly "dream back" to the time and space of the battlefield - which is also constantly hit by this external "sandstorm"
Friction will cause an "active star" to fall from time to time, causing various unpredictable consequences.
These are already the background sounds of snake language, so they shouldn't be affected too much, but this time, it feels a little different.
"Did you hear that?" Ronan's thoughts came in, as if he wanted to communicate with her.
"Probably... there are several strong sources of interference." Snake Yu tried to communicate with Ronan. But she was not particularly clear about her current state, and she didn't know whether her thoughts had been transmitted.
In any case, on the premise of "taking over" Ronan's perception, Snake Language did find that in addition to the daily background noise, there were several more sources of interference in this area... maybe a dozen or more sources of interference.
They each have their own characteristics, with ups and downs, but they are intertwined and never coordinated. They only highlight their existence - just like they are quarreling with each other. The louder one's voice is, the other will probably raise his voice higher.
Such "chattering", occasionally
They would also make noises in unison, with no rules or rhythm at all. After only "listening" for a moment, the snakes were so upset that they wanted to cover their ears, but how could they?
Snake Language also vaguely realized that these "noises" and "noises" were not transmitted by sound waves, but another kind of incomprehensible "waves"... or similar forms, which penetrated directly to the bottom of the heart and were kneaded into one without any structure.
The group makes people almost go crazy.
"Well, it's calmer than before." Ronan commented.
Is this still called "stopping"?
Ronan's thoughts continued to input: "The one who can clamor the most went to the earth to cause trouble... The number here has indeed decreased by one, but the overall status has not changed. Don't look at them fighting over each other, in fact they have already died.
It’s become a system.”
Combined with the induction results, the snake language can be roughly understood, but it is still difficult. Ronan ignored her feelings and directly came to the conclusion:
"It looks like I need to clean it up. You will be very busy in the future."
It's not my business?
Snake's instinct felt that something was not good, but Ronan's thoughts were particularly decisive: "Take care of the first one first... just be patient."
"Wait!"
Sheyu wanted to refuse, but it was too late?
The next second, her sensing direction was forcibly brought back to the Extreme Realm itself by Ronan. But the focus was not on the change of direction, but on this moment, some familiar chaotic and disordered elements were forcibly injected into it.
Horrible, ugly, dirty... all descriptions are pale. The snake language seems to have returned to the moment when Ronan was disturbed to "practice eye skills" in Bancheng, and even suffered a backlash.
She didn't know how Ronan created this great terror, or if he himself had hidden all this?
Sheyu's whole body seemed to have been dismembered inch by inch and randomly spliced together in one place. His consciousness suddenly fell into a trance, but he couldn't pass out no matter what.
She was tortured to the point of collapse, but Ronan still forcibly took her with him, pointed his sensor at the void of the extreme realm, and reminded him in time:
"The target must be on target."
At this moment, Snake almost laughed, and then hissed hysterically at the soul level!
Strangely enough, perhaps due to the strong contrast, at such a crushing stage, Snake Language felt more information:
She clearly glimpsed a certain "external structure" that left traces in the magical void of the Extreme Realm. The same emptiness as the Extreme Realm may be called light and weak, but it is indeed a relevant reflection.
Snake Language is not sure whether this is his true feeling or Ronan's gift. But no matter what, it is this faint structural imprint, the distant mist maze, and the material world that he has experienced just now, the Abyss Zone
, and the "independent construction" of the "goal", forming a wonderful connection.
A core frame picture is also vaguely formed.
"Do you feel it?"
Ronan's thoughts continued to penetrate: "This person has already established an independent realm. In a longer period of time, there is a high probability that he has already reached the level of the 'inner universe'.
"Its core is not in the extreme regions of the abyss, or even on any side of the material and spiritual worlds, but it will eventually have its strength in these places.
"Establish rules and regulations on the extreme domain, project them, and evolve naturally, which is the most efficient. This is what it does... This context must be grasped."
She half understood the snake language, and she didn’t want to understand it. She just wanted to ask:
Why don't you do it yourself?
The pupil technique of the evil evil eye is actually copied from you!
Ronan seemed to hear the voice of the snake...as if this word could be removed?
"If it were me, the situation would be out of control. We have to do something.
But you can’t be the biggest sinner on earth!”
But you didn’t provoke this monster?
This last round of thoughts was drowned in the disgusting filthy chaos that continued to seep in.
Snake Whisper's nerves are no longer strong enough to support even the slightest burden other than this fatal "actor". She will soon be crushed by such an exterminating force, and she must find her next home...
Must, immediately!
In fact, there is no need for Ronan to emphasize those things.
Under his guidance, Snake Whisper only locked onto the "structural mapping" of the powerful demon in this illusory extreme realm.
This lock... actually has never been released.
The previous experience, which was like a dream in a wonderland, was nothing more than a process in which she was hit by the backlash, lost in thoughts, and then was injected with a large amount of information by Ronan.
This process has its own speed and rhythm, perhaps, it is just a flash of thought.
But since then, the "poison" in the Evil Eye has increased by more than ten times.
It was obviously snake language, but in fact it was Ronan behind his back, exerting force from a distance, and he even called it a beautiful name:
"Control the field!"
Sheyu didn't know how the demon opposite her would react. Because at this moment, she felt like she was just a smelly towel that had been soaked in a sewage tank for ten days and nights. She rubbed it casually a few times before being forcefully stuffed into it.
After clearing the gap in the monster's majestic structure, another fire was lit behind it, and it burned with a roar.
Is this how I die?
This was her last thought before she lost consciousness.
Ronan stood on the front deck, watching the situation on the north shore.
On the shore, an ugly giant suture monster was temporarily created from magneto-optical mica. It was like pinching a few deformed corpses at random to form a rough shape - probably a disabled octopus with several broken claws, squirming and pushing it up.
to the front line.
In the blink of an eye, it was blasted by the artillery fire spewed by the White Bone Fortress, causing blood to splash everywhere and debris to fly around. It was only because of its huge size and the strong replenishment that followed its destruction that it continued to push back.
In front of this "octopus", part of the Bone Fortress has been quickly activated. With the support of the blood flame infusion, it rumbles away like a giant chariot propped up from the soil.
There are blood-light networks connecting each other vertically and horizontally, and they can coordinate and adjust at any time, and some of them will decompose halfway and become new forms.
In short, the bone structure of the North Shore, supplemented by earth and stone, is becoming more and more obvious and thicker. Everything has its own mature rules, turnover is endless, and the rate of change is also increasing rapidly.
"Amazing!"
Ronan saw that the giant seam monster octopus had just smashed some of the skeleton chariots at the forefront, gaining a local advantage. In front of it, a giant fortress wall more than tens of meters high had already taken shape.
With the bones as the framework, the earth and stone were poured and burned together, and the blood flowed into it. From a close look, it looked like a mountain standing majestically. It was also growing rapidly, and the walls were built deep, almost like a fortress.
Correspondingly, the storm turbulence in the abyss is severely tilted—almost forming a tendency to solidify.
Such a miracle made Ronan look up unconsciously:
"What a pity!"
The next second, the roar from the opposite side sounded again:
"Zhanhe..."
But after only half a sound, the howl, which I was tired of hearing, suddenly stopped.
At the same time, the majestic fortress that had just been built opened up a huge gap in the middle, and quickly spread out in the middle, forming an irreparable dense network of cracks, which collapsed again in the blink of an eye.