Five hundred and fiftieth chapters mica body (seven)
In order for Meng Chong to make better props and better approach the design situation, Ronan put a lot of thought into this and brought out tangible benefits.
"Then you should experience it again. Remember, you are now a big irritable guy, irritable, extremely irritable! Your instinct is a desperate desire to destroy, and everything is your fuel!
"This is not a high-level thinking or a plan to destroy the world, but a low-level instinct, a need for survival! This is your basic requirement for survival. It is a unique driving force based on a specific physiological basis, just like the eating of animals and the eating of plants.
Photosynthesis…”
There is no doubt that what Ronan is describing now is the Tyrant of Hell. The king-level extraterritorial species that once appeared in the "dream" situation and almost destroyed the relay station.
As for why this is the case: of course it is to restore the battlefield at the relay station.
Of course, it is not to completely restore the scene, but to infer from the dynamic changes against the impact, the basic environment of the Avant-garde 4 planet that carries it all - that is the only thing Ronan can find.
valuable frame of reference.
Everything is to deal with people's greed, which is vaster than the Pacific Ocean.
In order to restore that scene, Ronan carefully sorted it out and roughly classified all the elements in the memory into 5 parts:
The first part is naturally the Tianyuan system represented by relay station defense troops, various facilities, and even the space-time fortress structure.
The speeding cars, debris, and piles of sand that appear to be placed randomly on the beach are actually a "sand table" restoration based on strict control of the internal and external layout of the relay station.
The dark blue walker at the front of the beach represented the highest combat power of the forward position at that time, Sir Shi Yuan who gathered the power of the "standard array" and other systems, and Lieutenant Luander who succeeded him.
The second part is the biggest opposite of the relay station, the monarch-level magneto-optical mica with its own massive army of servants. At present, it appears as thick fog surging on the sea surface and waves pushing ashore.
The foggy sea water looks chaotic, but there are complex configurations flowing and changing inside. It is constantly combined and decomposed, and attempts are made to rationalize the hierarchical structure. Therefore, it is very sensitive to external stimuli. Ronan is not joking with Zhang Yingying, what he said is all the truth.
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The third part is the Hell Tyrant that Ronan now asks Meng Chong to play. Although that guy was summoned by the magneto-optical mica, he has relatively independent characteristics, and in the situation at that time, he also supported the three-legged situation, affecting
The battle situation of the entire forward position was affected, so it was placed in a single row.
The fourth part is no longer a substantive existence, but a deadly environment that cannot be ignored in the context of the Hanguang Galaxy - poisonous pollution. Whether it is the elite troops of the Tianyuan Empire or the fantasy species of the Great Lord level,
, extraterritorial species are all continuously affected by this environment.
The fifth part is the ultimate goal pursued by Ronan, which is the space-time environment structure and specific parameters that carry it all.
This "sand table" model of structural reduction and comparative deduction was the inspiration Ronan got from the "fantasy mimicry" technology and the "superconfiguration" theory, and it was also an experimental requirement that he couldn't get around.
While digesting and absorbing the "fantasy mimicry" technology and theoretical basis, he broke it apart and crushed it into pieces, and gave instant guidance to Meng Chong in a way that the "inner world" of the earth could understand:
"You have to have confidence that the magical power displayed by the big guy I described is very close to the nature of the extraordinary power of your sect. In other words, there is likely to be a certain similarity in the underlying structure.
"So, I'm not asking you to imagine, guess, or imitate out of thin air, but I'm asking you to calm down, use the method I taught you, patiently and meticulously slice it up, and find the 'Blood' and 'Fire' of the Blood Flame Order.
'If you adjust the underlying structure of power, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
While Ronan was speaking, dozens of slicers were flying around and up and down outside Meng Chong, helping him experience this feeling.
Meng Chong's brows were knitted together, his face was tense, and blood flowed in his eyes. It seemed that it was so strong that it could explode at any time, but in the end, that "burning feeling of hunger and thirst" still only appeared in his fantasy.
"Chi!"
A long sound similar to the evaporation of water vapor sounded, and Ronan immediately stopped: "Slow down, the corners of your eyes are cracked!"
Only then did Meng Chong feel that there was something strange in the corners of his eyes and cheeks. It was probably because blood was slipping from the burst corners of his eyes and was immediately evaporated by the high-temperature blood flames.
Meng Chong didn't care about this minor injury. He took a breath and said, "Come again."
Ronan shook his head: "We still need to slow down. We need to reflect the elements of structure, level and leap. This cannot be achieved by relying on blood and courage."
While talking, Ronan took away the slicing instrument.
Meng Chong's thinking was not very clear to begin with, but it suddenly became much more chaotic.
I really can't hold it any longer.
Meng Chong closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath. The smell of blood was clearly stuck on his lips, teeth, and throat.
He was injured, and not seriously. This was the price for helping Ronan conduct experiments.
It was not that Meng Chong had not doubted it, but now, with his eyes closed, the clear mark still engraved in his memory naturally emerged.
These were several fragments that Ronan presented to him in "configuration" mode before he helped him do the experiment. At this time, they seemed to be stained with blood red. Of course, what's more important is that those structures are even transcendent.
The imagery on it, even if it is intermittent, still has a breathtaking guiding force, a very high degree of fit and an incredible sense of... intimacy.
Every time he looked back, the energy and blood all over Meng Chong's body was boiling, as if he was trying to muster up all his energy to complete the incomplete parts and make them appear complete.
But in the end, he still didn't touch that level.
Even if he desperately tried to catalyze his energy and blood, so much so that he accumulated hidden wounds, there was still an insurmountable distance between him and the level where those several configuration fragments were located.
But no matter what, as a senior practitioner of the Blood Flame Religion, Meng Chong can assert that: any successful practitioner in the Blood Flame Religion may have doubts after seeing these fragments of configuration, but they must also become
The awareness of jokes.
Even if these "fragments" do not represent the inevitable development of the Blood Flame Cult system, they have already played a "beacon" role, clearly marking a way forward.
At this level, truth and falsehood have lost their meaning.
If Ronan can manipulate this kind of thing to this extent, he deserves to be manipulated by the Blood Flame Order and treated like a horse...
Well?
Meng Chong suddenly had a realization. His eyelids trembled a few times, and he opened his eyes again. He looked at Ronan and saw that the man was controlling more than a hundred slicing instruments and making shadows around his house. He was as focused as if he was addicted to games.
child.
In fact, he is only sixteen years old.
Meng Chong felt quite absurd, but his thoughts were quickly washed away.
He hesitated for a second, and finally spoke: "Sir, I am unable to handle this matter alone. Can we brainstorm ideas in the religious group..."
The "flying ants" buzzed around Ronan, and he didn't even turn his eyes, but his voice was very clear: