A loud noise not far away brought the man and the cat who were still arguing back to reality.
"That's outrageous. A monster fell directly from the sky and hit District 11 over there."
They did not live in their own private world, but chose to live on the Daqian leader ship.
"It should be a monster with three heads and five levels." After a flash of light flashed in his eyes, Lin Zilan found out the enemy's situation.
"We shake people."
Lin Yuedong took out the communication terminal and said while pulling Lin Zilan to fly in the opposite direction of the loud noise.
"good!"
The two guys complied without hesitation.
Lin Yuedong knew his situation very well. He was a fifth-level rookie who was forced to use resources by the empire.
He hasn't had a fight in hundreds of years and has been working hard at the Imperial Academy.
He has the lifespan of a fifth-level power, but has no experience fighting against the same level.
In terms of true combat effectiveness, it may only be as good as the standard fifth level of the combat effectiveness evaluation system.
Relying on the level difference, purely relying on strength to overwhelm others, punching at 10,000 kilograms versus punching at 1,000 kilograms, running 100 meters per second to bully someone who can run 30 meters per second, the hard data is far inferior to my own.
If you want to deal with monsters of the same level, you are thinking too much.
He actually doesn't like to practice, nor does he like to fight, but he has no choice. The practice system is currently the only way to significantly extend his lifespan.
Immortality is the source of all desires.
He can be an ordinary happy person without power, but he doesn't want to die and wants to live longer.
Within the scope, the ceiling of life-extending technology for mortals was still too low. Even in the white land where he was at that time, ordinary people who chose not to practice would live for more than two hundred years.
This is not a physical or medical problem. Cloning technology has been very mature in the empire, and consciousness transfer and uploading can also be easily achieved.
In the empire, many poor people who had no money for cloning and recovery surgery after serious physical injuries even chose to give up their physical bodies, ascend to the "second dimension", and live in the data world from then on.
But for the conscious body, there is still a problem called "passivation".
As time goes by, new memories will continue to be generated, and new information will be pressed into the memory endlessly, until the conscious body cannot fully bear it and begins to randomly lose the information stored in the past.
It's like a hard drive that is already full and you have to forcefully store information in it.
You can actively choose whether to write or not write the information on the hard disk, and stop writing when it is full, but the conscious body cannot.
As long as you are awake, your consciousness is perceiving and thinking every minute, generating new information and becoming part of the memory storage, constantly stuffing it into it.
In the end, random memory loss will become more and more serious, until even the existence of personality cannot be maintained, which is equivalent to death.
Or choose to sleep forever, stop inputting information, and wait for the day when technology achieves a major breakthrough.
The latter is the choice of quite a few Imperial people.
Imperial officials also provide corresponding services.
But Eternal Sleep comes with a cost, and you have to pay a maintenance fee every year, which is about 10,000 imperial gold dollars a year, and the price will be adjusted with inflation, which is not a small number in the long run.
If it takes a thousand or two thousand years to achieve a breakthrough, the maintenance fees alone will bankrupt most people.
As for whether the contract can be fulfilled after a thousand years, no one is worried about this.
After all, there are many old monsters in the empire's upper echelons who can live for thousands of years.
Maybe the administrative officer who stamped the seal to confirm that he had entered the cabin to sleep forever two thousand years ago would be the same person who stamped the stamp of confirmation when he came out of the cabin two thousand years later.
…
"boom!"
There was another loud noise.
This time Lin Yuedong knew exactly what was going on.
Because the source of the loud noise was himself.
They still couldn't run fast enough and were overtaken by the first wave of monsters that came and were shot down from mid-air with a claw.
Of course, this is also due to Lin Yuedong being too cool. When running away, he actually hugged the cat and subconsciously flew at low altitude at the speed of sound.
The result of this was a loud sonic boom that resounded for dozens of miles, directly attracting the pursuit of monsters.
Moving at the speed of sound seems powerful and domineering in the eyes of low-level monks, but the effect of attracting monsters is also really first-rate.
Lin Zilan detected three fifth-level monsters, and two of them chased after them.
At the fifth level, moving at the speed of sound is a basic exercise, and it is not much different from ordinary people running.
But there are obviously differences between people. They are both fifth-level runners, and he is far behind the two monsters.
"Fortunately, the Xuanhua layer is thick enough..."
Lin Yuedong, who was holding the cat in his hand, patted the non-existent dust on his body, looked at the mess around him and said.
The inexplicable claw just struck him, who was flying at high speed, to the ground like a bug.
However, he is a fifth-level psychic monk after all, and he has an absurdly thick layer of turtle shell Xuanhua that can be activated at any time.
Therefore, even if it hits the ground at an instantaneous speed of thousands of kilometers per hour, it will remain unscathed.
"You're not dizzy, are you?" Lin Yue shook his head and the cat turned back to its original shape.
Lin Zilan is essentially just a fourth-level cat demon. She can barely join in the battles of the same level, but in this kind of battle between higher-level monks, she is just cannon fodder.
It's better to transform back into cat shape and lie on Lin Yuedong's head as a pendant.
"It's okay, just focus on finding opportunities to escape."
Lin Zilan also became serious as the enemy was facing the enemy.
At this time, they were not well-informed and did not know that the world within the empire had been turned into a huge game field by the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman.
Even if you are killed now, you will not die, but will be reborn an hour later.
…
Standing a few hundred meters away from Lin Yuedong were two silver beings that looked a bit like liquid metal robots.
They have the shape of a muscular man, but seem to have no head.
Or maybe the "muscles" in the arms and shoulders are so overly developed that they swell to the point where the head is submerged.
Two pairs of arms are drawn on the back like a big cross, and at the end of the arms are only three finger-shaped claws.
For fifth-level beings, a distance of several hundred meters is not much different than being face to face.
In just one second, the fist transformed from the claws of the "liquid robot" could hit Lin Yuedong's face.
…
Lin Yuedong suddenly felt blessed and began to shrink the Xuanhua layer on his body crazily.
At this moment, he, who had no experience in fighting at the same level, inexplicably recalled a book of the War of the Strong that he had read one day when he was bored in the White Land hundreds of years ago.
Those are the notes of a fifth-level monk.
It says that the spreading Xuanhua layer is too fragile when faced with martial arts enemies, and can be destroyed easier than cutting butter with a knife.
As a mage, a psychic monk must shrink the Xuanhua layer to the extreme so that his defense is enough to withstand their attacks.
ps: Ah, I’ve been so decadent lately.
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