"According to the predictions of the early warning system, the storm will reach the outermost leader ship No. 056 in ten days."
"The intensity of the storm is currently difficult to estimate and has exceeded the upper limit of the current measurement range..."
In the Hall of Mirrors, all the nobles of the Imperial Council received summary messages from the frontline observation outposts.
"Is it possible...that this is a real drill?"
"But this simulation is too real...even we can't tell the reality of the world."
There is also a developed virtual reality simulation system in the empire, but the generated world can at most allow monks below the fifth level to be immersed in it without being able to tell whether it is real or fake.
After entering the fifth level, the monk undergoes a second transformation, and the accuracy and breadth of perception are completely different concepts from those below the fifth level.
In their eyes, the virtual world generated by the simulation system will have many subtle deficiencies, and they can easily detect the difference from the real world.
But now, they are clearly seeing themselves being pulled into the "dream" with their own eyes, but they are still unable to break out. This is very scary.
"I guess he used his own power to simulate what would happen when the flesh-and-blood Galaxy invaded in the future, so that we could learn how to deal with it," Ramdo said.
As someone who has hated Bai Mo for many years, his understanding and research on Bai Mo's thoughts is probably better than that of other old acquaintances.
"But why can't he say it openly..."
"have no idea."
"Perhaps this is also the rule agreed between him and the three corpses." Ye Zi added.
She also has a similar incarnation of special obsessions and knows the existence of agreed rules.
"If it is really like what we suspected, then we must not miss this opportunity for a drill."
"In this Yuanmeng, if you are killed by those invading monsters, will you really not die?" Several guys with the lowest combat power in the same level asked a question weakly.
They were all among the first batch of people to die as shown in the white ink "death notice". Many of them were directly killed by the test officer in one move during the test just now.
For this group, survival is the biggest problem.
"..."
This question that hit people's minds caused the scene to fall into an eerie silence for a while.
Yes, even though it is a dream, what if you die in the dream and your body dies in real life too?
It's not like the empire doesn't have such assassination techniques. When the victim dies in a dream, all functions of the real body will automatically stop.
"Then do your best, you losers, and try your best to survive, Jie Jie Jie!" Tiqi on the side made a round of taunts.
People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
Most congressmen who can assess the situation are very clear.
Now it is actually Bai Mo's own consciousness fighting within himself, and they are just pawns involved in this storm.
A Bai Mo wanted to kill them by the way.
The other Bai Mo seemed not to want them to die.
That's all.
"The fat black man is right. We who are involved in this storm of upper-level struggle, all we need is to do our best to survive." Ramdo said this sentence almost through gritted teeth.
He has always been unwilling to admit the huge gap between him and his enemies, but when things have reached this point, he can only temporarily accept the reality. As one of the people with the highest cultivation level in the empire, he needs to stand up and lead others out of the predicament.
After all, Ramdo, who majored in Shinto, was honestly the person who least wanted the empire to be slaughtered.
All the believers are dead, how can he still practice the Shinto?
But maybe only he who is in the late seventh level dares to call him Fatty Tiqihei.
Edward Teach, shrouded in the aura of human despair, is a great threat to human monks, and there are few beings at the same level who are his opponents.
"After all, I still haven't escaped from his shadow." Bahamut, the blue dragon, one of the four sacred beasts of the Empire's Demon Realm, sighed softly.
It took them hundreds of years of hard work to successfully escape from Bai Mo's clutches. Unexpectedly, they would be implicated again after enjoying less than four hundred years of freedom.
…
Gu Xi
Not to mention that the upper echelons of the empire have begun intensive preparations for general mobilization war. For ordinary people in the empire at this time, daily life is still continuing in an orderly manner.
Of course there are some exceptions.
For example, Lin Cheng was shivering at this moment, wrapping his head in a quilt and wrapping himself tightly in the quilt.
Through the tiny gap between the quilt and the bed, he peeked at a woman in white sitting in front of his desk with her back to him.
Lin Cheng remembered that because he had to take a long-distance running physical test the next day, he chose not to stay up late for fear of sudden death, and instead went to bed at ten o'clock.
When I woke up, there was a woman lying on her stomach in front of the desk for no apparent reason.
Looking at the sky outside, it seems to be only three or four in the morning...
"Where did this woman come from..."
This is a single dormitory rented by Lin Cheng himself. Logically speaking, no second person will come in.
It was eerily quiet all around.
Somehow, although this was his own room, Lin Cheng didn't have the courage to lift the quilt and question the other party loudly.
Instead, he only dared to peek under the covers.
Suddenly, the woman in white stood up.
She pulled up her chair and turned around.
Lin Cheng, who was hiding under the quilt, could only see the other party's legs looming in the white gauze.
The woman in white walked slowly towards the bed step by step.
She didn't know whether she was tired or drunk. She walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and her steps were fluttery.
Lin Ben instinctively felt that an inexplicable danger that could threaten his life was approaching.
It's that woman!
"……I……"
The soundproofing of this rented dormitory building is average. Normally, Lin Cheng can often hear certain sounds of great harmony in life, but now he feels that poor soundproofing is not a bad thing. At least when he screams for help, the whole building can hear it.
.
He was about to shout, but was horrified to find that he couldn't make a sound!
The threat is getting closer and closer, or in other words, there are only a few steps between the desk and the bed.
Lin Cheng could feel that the woman who made his instinctive alarm buzz, had already walked to the bed.
The distance between the two at this time is probably less than one meter.
It's just a quilt apart.
He tried to relax his body as much as possible, trying to lie down flat, trying to prevent the woman in white from noticing that there was someone on the bed, but that it was just an extra-thick quilt.
But it seems to fail.
An incredibly powerful hand pressed down on a corner of the quilt.
Four fingers, which I don't know whether to describe as tender white or pale, stretched out from the gap in the corner of the quilt, which was exactly where Lin Cheng was peeping.
He watched helplessly as four fingers dug toward his eyes...
"Tear!!!"
He was so frightened that he just closed his eyes and waited for death, but he never thought that his quilt was lifted open by a hand with great force...
…
"Ah! Who are you?!"
The woman in white's words instantly shattered all Lin Cheng's fears of seeing ghosts.
Of course, the other party's appearance must also be added. She is actually more beautiful than any girl he has been in contact with before.
"I should ask this question. This is my dormitory. Who are you, Miss?!"
"I am Zhao Zilin, a foundation-building monk. Why are you, a mortal, breaking into my cave?!"