Too many legs...
In this brief moment, the gods who did not need to rely on breathing to maintain their lives felt suffocated.
Myrmena stared at Naratir. She felt that there must be something wrong with the huge, spider-like "similar" in front of her - this might be a disordered individual born based on wrong thoughts. , or it may be a "near-dead" who has reached the critical point of madness, and no matter which possibility it is, it is best for her not to continue to have contact with this spider.
The reason for being unable to escape from this spider's pursuit is of course not a child-like reason like "having fewer legs than others". Myrmina knows this very well. She is just too weak now. And she's just at a disadvantage in the field -
In order to plan today's bold action, she has split and reorganized herself too many times, and has been consciously controlling her " "Growth" is like a prisoner who relies on starving herself to get out of the cage. Her plan succeeded, but it also made herself weak. This weakness, combined with the disadvantage on the field, made it impossible for her to escape unscathed. Get away from this spider.
But she must leave, and as soon as possible - this is a weird "border of thoughts". The chaotic and shapeless wave of consciousness can be used to "wear off" the chains, but it can also affect herself. It caused great damage, and she could clearly feel that her remaining strength was being lost, and the loss was getting faster and faster.
"Listen, little spider, I have to get out of here," Myrmina stabilized her form while trying to divert Naratir's attention with dialogue, "If we change the environment and change the time, , I am interested in chatting with you more, but not today - please get out of the way."
Naratir's attitude was very stubborn: "I want to take you to see His Majesty, he said. You can leave only after I let you go."
"...That won't work," the lady who looked like a mist suddenly raised her mouth slightly and said with a smile, "I can't talk to anyone now. Mortal contact... I finally cut off the contact with them..."
Nariti frowned immediately, took half a step forward, and wanted to reason with the other party, but then In a second, the lady as huge as a clock tower in front of her suddenly changed - the changing shadows and mist were suddenly elongated into countless ribbon-like structures, and the grid formed by the ribbons Suddenly, countless mirrors emerged from nothingness, reflecting chaotic light balls and distant thick fog. Then those light balls and thick fog disappeared again, and the images in the mirrors turned into twinkling stars. , and the starlight was stretched and twisted into weird symbols, interfering with Naritiel's judgment...
Mirrors, lines, light balls, smoke, starlight, symbols - these are all mortals Props or symbols commonly used by mages when casting spells.
Naratir was stunned for a moment in this sudden chaos, but she soon realized that her long jointed limbs were turning gray.The colorful water surface was crossed, and the reflections corresponding to those mirrors immediately appeared in the water surface - the upper-level narrator weaved wrong facts, and reversely polluted the battlefield created by the opponent through the relationship between the reflection and the body. This pollution was very effective. Those hastily created things fell apart almost instantly, revealing the true form of the "legless lady".
Naratir immediately rushed forward - the white spider jumped high in the posture of a predator, and its long arthropods covered her head and face. However, she immediately felt something was wrong: the arthropods hugged her. A mass of unresisting things lived there, which quickly decomposed into a large number of flying fragments and gradually dissolved into the surrounding air.
Is it an illusion?
Naratir reacted and immediately began to capture the opponent’s real traces through the ubiquitous spider silk. However, the next second she received chaotic and huge feedback: there was aura everywhere, everywhere. They are all fragments after the energy body collapsed. Each of those seemingly illusory fragments was actually torn from the body. In order to escape from his own perception, the other party actually sacrificed more than 60% of his "body" to arrange it. This layer of "smoke"!
The white spider's long legs padded randomly on the gray-white water several times, but after all, she was unable to catch any trace of the other party. She stopped in frustration and had to accept the fact that the prey had escaped. . After a few seconds of frustration, she slowly began to move again and began to collect the "ashes" that remained after the fragments dissipated.
Those gray-black things are the only remaining evidence and clues after the intruders escaped. Although they are not useful results, they are at least some gains.
While collecting the remnants of a relatively large fragment, Naratir "heard" a somewhat distorted voice coming from inside: "...I borrowed your magic net, although this This is not the original purpose of building it... I owe you a favor. The 'Your Majesty' who told you this favor will be repaid one day in the future."
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Naratir was stunned for a moment after hearing this message, and then silently put it together with other fragments. Then she raised her head and saw that she had gradually returned to her normal state. "Unconscious zone", he shook his head in confusion and muttered: "Why can you run so fast without legs..."
...
Elaine ·Franklin sat with the senior students of the Magic Department in the lounge of the computing center, waiting for further news with some anxiety.
The door to the lounge was closed, and the corridor outside was quiet.
Elaven, who has been to the computing center several times, knows that next door to this room is a large immersion cabin machine room, where there are neat and brand-new immersion cabins that can connect ordinary people's brains to In the incredible neural network - he has connected it several times himself, and the convenience of that thing in accessing data and transmitting information is impressive.
He and the senior students came here today for the purpose of connecting to the Internet - but not for online entertainment or tutoring, but because the Empire Computing Center needed a batch of additional computing power.
For Elaine, responding to the call of the empire is his unshirkable responsibility as a member of the nobility, but there are many civilians among his classmates who have also taken the initiative to sign up... This is something he had never thought of before. .
Although he has long been accustomed to the rules of getting along with common people as equals, and he has no "aristocratic arrogance" himself, and even has several common people friends, this kind of thing... is the first time he has encountered it. .
He couldn't help but glance at the classmate closest to him. The big boy named Storm sitting next to him was one of the civilian students who took the initiative to sign up.
"Is there... any problem?" Storm quickly noticed the gaze coming from beside him. The young man who was always a little nervous immediately adjusted his sitting posture and asked in a low voice.
"Uh...it's nothing," Elaine coughed twice. He felt that the idea he had just had was a bit inappropriate, and might even be part of aristocratic arrogance, so he immediately threw it away. came out of his mind, "I'm just a little worried. The teachers have been following the first group of people in for a long time..."
"The teachers are more experienced than us, and didn't they say it before? We just need some It's just extra computing power, and there is no risk in itself," Storm whispered, "The really difficult things are handled by more powerful experts."
"The really difficult things..." Yi. Levin suddenly thought of something, his face became a little gloomy, and his fingers clenched together nervously.
Ordinary students probably still don’t understand the situation clearly, but he can vaguely guess some things.
Today is the day when the magic network throughout the empire is connected to the grid, and the events that can make the teachers in the college nervous are probably related to this "connection" - after all, those teachers Unlike teachers in ordinary schools, they are all leaders in the academic field, and are even named in various research departments directly under the Supreme Government Affairs Department.
Not long ago, he heard a strange, vague whistling sound coming from the direction of the Magical Technology Research Institute. While walking through the academy square with his classmates, he saw The largest Magic Network terminal in the square seemed to be malfunctioning. Several teachers were checking the equipment there with nervous faces. When he was leaving the academy to go to the North Shore Development Zone, he glanced in the direction of the Magic Technology Research Institute. , he saw that the newly built hub tower seemed to be restarting, and several mages were using flying skills to check the magic device on the top of the tower...
This may point to a terrible accident, and His father, Baldwin Franklin, Duke of the West... is one of the leaders of this "grid connection" project.
The more Elaven thought about it, the more nervous he became. He even wished he could find a working Magic Network terminal right now and contact him.Shilin City checked the situation, but he himself knew how unrealistic this idea was, so he could only sigh quietly and grab the hem of the college uniform with some force.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting his random thoughts: "Don't worry, it will be fine."
Elaine raised his head, Unexpectedly, he saw that it was Storm, who was always nervous and introverted, talking to him. He shook his head and wanted to say that he was worried about other things. However, the other party then added: "I'm talking about the magic network." Things... I know your father is the Duke of the West, and I think he will be fine."
Elaven's eyes suddenly opened wide: "How did you..."
He. I didn't expect that the other party could actually tell me what I was thinking - although the connection of the Magic Network itself is not confidential, as ordinary students who have nothing to do with it, they should not think of it at this time. As for this Storm , he is usually taciturn and even a little dull, and he does not seem to be the type with particularly keen observation and association skills... How did he associate with the magic network?
Storm looked at the son of the Duke in front of him. Two seconds later, he smiled a little cautiously: "My father is the tower keeper of Luan Junction..."
Elaven was stunned.
Before he spoke again, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room. After startling the students, his signature loud voice rang out: "Students, Everyone, go back! It's over!"
Elaine and other senior students suddenly looked at each other, and some of them stood up in shock: "It's over...what's over?"
< p>"The incident has been settled in advance, no more computing power is needed," Magnan waved his hand, "Let's all go back. There will be no classes for half the afternoon, so everyone can rest freely."Then he seemed to suddenly appear again Thinking of something, I added: "By the way, although the incident has calmed down in advance, your initiative to sign up is still worthy of encouragement and praise - I will personally add two points to your comprehensive evaluation at the end of the term."
The students were confused and surprised, but the teacher’s last words were understood by everyone. The two-point score quickly calmed down the confusion of all students. The students in the lounge expressed their opinions loudly as if they were afraid that Magnum would regret it. He thanked her and left quickly without hesitation.
Elaven also stood up, preparing to leave with the others, and planned to find a chance to confirm the situation on his father's side as soon as possible. But just as he was about to walk out, he heard the man speaking with a stern voice. The famous mentor yelled angrily from behind:
"Elaven, Storm, you two stop for a moment."
Elaven and Storm were confused. And stayed a little nervously.
Magnum floated in front of them like a ghost. After looking at the two students up and down, he waved his hand and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "You guys are fine at home—— Go back quickly."
......
On the large holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the map of the entire empire flickered with light. The white light spots representing the effective nodes and the lines connecting the light spots were crisscrossed and intertwined with each other, forming a different map. A dense network that covers the entire empire.
Solin Castle, Shilin City, Winter Castle...the main hubs appear on the map in the form of miniature projections, and they are running quietly.
All communications are restored and all networks are connected.
"The hubs at all levels have been successfully online and connected to the grid...successfully?"
Rebecca stood on her own podium and reported the current situation to Gao Wen, but When the report came to the end, she couldn't help scratching her head and making a long and confused sound.
Gawain still looked solemn. He looked at the holographic map in front of him and said nothing for a long time.
The grid connection was indeed successful. At least all the current data and evidence have achieved the expected results. However... this inexplicable success did not make him feel at ease.
He is waiting for further news from the neural network.
This time he did not wait too long - just a moment after Rebecca finished her report, the small magic network terminal placed on the command podium suddenly lit up, and Duarte's figure appeared in the terminal. above.
The "Humanity of God" bowed to him: "Your Majesty."
"How is the situation over there in Naratir?" Gawain immediately stepped forward. Asked, "Have you caught the intruder?"
"The intruder was severely injured, but still ran away," Duarte said with a look of regret and frustration on his face, "Naratir I only brought back some 'embers' that were difficult to analyze..."
"Run away?" Gawain immediately frowned and asked subconsciously with his heart sinking, "What is the intruder? Can you tell the identity and origin?"
"Yes..." As soon as Duarte said a syllable, his figure suddenly flickered as if disturbed, and then he was pushed aside. Naratir squeezed in from the side.
"She is a woman without legs," Naratir gestured with gestures that no one could understand, and said words that others could not understand even more. "She ran faster than anyone else..." "
Gowen: "?"