Star Empire

Uncontrollable and unstoppable fire spread rapidly in the silent forest.

Under the crazy flames, countless civilizations and intelligent beings who had survived but were so injured that they could no longer move, or who were simply incapable of "acting" were destroyed almost instantly. Some of them were destroyed. Many of them don't even understand what happened. Even before they can react, their own history has been shattered into countless fragments of information that contaminate everything in the chaotic time and space.

Maybe...this is a kind of luck.

The fire shattered the original tranquility of the forest, and countless creatures fled in all directions or tried to hide.

But can they escape faster than the flames spread? Are their hiding skills really enough to survive the unstoppable blazing fire?

And further away, in the depths of the void that have not yet been lit by fire, there is a strange and rotten atmosphere, as if built by ghosts from the old world, inside and outside a huge network, there are corrupted black and red two-dimensional patterns. The battleships and facilities that have corroded countless metaphysical holes are also beginning to brew a new wave of corruption——

The underlying nerves drive them to attack the corrupted world and fault zone structures formed by accumulation and diffusion in the void. After this routine main action, everything may not be different, or it may have always been like this. A magnificent order formed by a once powerful civilization. The huge stable shadow formed by the shadow in the depths of the chaotic sea has been torn to pieces a long time ago, and what was leaked may not be the phenomenon of the chaotic sea itself. It may also be that some properties are somewhat similar, but in essence Transcendental phenomena that can still be found.

But this time, the action isn't over yet. Some facilities that have suffered severe damage but are still able to drive themselves to carry out ancient orders have discovered that there is a bright fire in the void. The raging flames are rapidly spreading along the ancient world structure and some of the new hotspots of order. And the hostility and madness in it even made these rotting corpses seem to be wary and... what?

Using the void power furnace, the remaining civilizational disturbance force that may have been deeply ingrained into the foundation of order, and the world like stars in the void as the basis, the giant facilities located in the center of the veins and the zenith of the branches began to charge. Their information structure may have been corrupted billions of years ago, but their own terrifying foundation and the strange black tide erupting from the endless eternal space may allow these ancient giant facilities to rely on themselves The power to withstand the decaying metaphysical pollution and continue to maintain functions, but if the time span has been so long, why.

In fact, there are problems. They may be problems that cannot be felt until now, or they may have always existed. However, if you understand their existence, you will not think of the profound research value of these problems without understanding their existence. .

If a system is chaotic and confusing, it once had rules, but as time goes by, these rules themselves have long become the source of accumulation of corruption and chaos and the expansion of pollution. Then the system driven by these rules How stable is the system itself? What will be the consequences of the large-scale spread of incidents that are irregular but can exist independently?

The flagship group sunk to the bottom of the broken world line and space order was awakened, and the fleets and armed groups scattered on the surface or deep of countless worlds, either virtual or real, were forcibly pulled up. They followed the instructions from the past 10 billion years ago. command, dragging the broken body towards the source of the flames and launched another attack. And behind them, on the surface of the dark dome that can cover the stars, the blood-red Σ emblem "on", like a septic black-red light beam passing through the order field, passing through the network that is already full of loopholes, doing abrupt things full of... Harmful wastage.

And deep inside their bodies, countless information annihilation missiles are ready, and countless detection systems and locking systems have already locked on the heat source in the fire - they will soon be removed from the fire. Completely separated from the entire order network, they will be completely stripped away from the linear order and turned into an area forever shrouded in shadow, forever still and helplessly watching the once bright, but as the order changes. A world where the torrent recedes and is forever dark.

The war has started again, but this time, it seems that... neither the two parties participating in the war, nor the many parties involved in the battlefield, can no longer explain the meaning of these wars.

The battlefield is huge - spanning countless worlds, spanning twenty-six quadrants, spanning unimaginable vast void intervals, burning countless branches of the world, including the most basic primitives and the void and advanced illusory positions that have ascended beyond the attributes of physical existence. All levels of hierarchy and metaphysics.

And the battlefield is very small - in many respects, the two sides who have reached this point have been so rough and wild that they have regarded hundreds of millions of worlds as the basic loss units caused by a confrontation and collision, but unexpectedly, in the burning flames of war, , no battlefield has been left alone in confusion. The side that was not crazy and did not have enough strength to search for all the details has now finally accumulated enough strength in the madness. The battle situation is so small that it exists. Any tendencies outside of existence will collide with each other and conflict with each other.

Information primitives are extracted from the decay of the void. They are infinitely chaotic and can be anchored and inserted into countless variables. They are constrained, directionally assigned, and used to drive various devices. Countless equipment and structures were put together to form one spaceship after another. They were controlled by cold and efficient puppets, and they followed the instructions thrown out from the center of the chaotic vortex to determine their own thinking and actions. And countless of them, as well as countless ships, formed the oldest imperial combat unit "Moving Territory", forming complex matrix primitives spanning multiple world orders. They have the ability to be almost arbitrary and self-consistent. The merged borders, and that ancient code name has become meaningless with the development of time. After the deeper and further battle groups from history began to form, the frontal battlefield also expanded, the world, the world's veins, the world's branches. Stem, the possible large-scale world structure of the void, all this...

The pain and tragedy of the past took shape tens of billions of years ago, but now, it is so huge that it has formed a network that can drown everything. They have never faded, but have been covered by too many of the same things. Even at this stage, the pain and tragedy, the foundation that carries them no longer exists, or the object of their function has long been changed... …

War has long ceased to be a problem that one of the parties can completely handle and solve through an idea, an emergence ritual, some transcendent arrangements, or even a high-intensity narrative bombardment.

The war between the two entities had to turn to reality, and the price of such a turn was to burn countless worlds, condense all those worlds, and the world's past and present, into a torrent of information, annihilating the world. Power is fully gathered to charge the weapons of war. The former Star Empire, now the chaotic Star Alliance, swept the entire empire with that chaotic scream. As of now, let alone the mind, there is almost no one left who can freely understand reality outside of the control of the preset program.

Whether it is a field life or an actual life, they have long been involved in each other in the chaos, forming a huge tide - they, and their opponents, have long since turned into the Σ of the undead after the death tide, who Will you suffer from this?

The existences that will feel endless pain and torture are now those civilizations and beings who are trying to escape in the cracks. However, under the huge difference in strength that is as vast as the abyss, in the final analysis, they can really do it. What, what can be done? No matter how hard a piece of dust works, can it really grow enough to destroy a huge quasar?

Maybe it's not impossible, but how many dusts are there that can catch up with such opportunities and take advantage of such opportunities, and how many dusts can support themselves to truly walk all the way?

Such a probability is so small that it has basically lost all possible value.

The Fleet Matrix fights within and outside the world, and within and outside the Fields of Order. All the tactical objectives and tactical deployments that once existed have now lost almost all meaning. Fighting is only for destruction, and all other precise instructions are meaningless.

In the all-pervasive battlefield of nothingness, the wide-area fusion field of life and order correction collides with all eyes and sights. The information field serves as another construction mode of the basic elements of existence, a kind of covering existence "above ascension". The field that can be occupied is far broader and more profound than the field of real information, and perhaps also more nihilistic. But when a disaster strikes, the field structure will often suffer a powerful blow before the real information structure, and the mutations they erupt will be faster and more violent than the real information.

In the void, imperceptible weak fluctuations flashed across the order field, leaving behind clusters of rapidly evaporating debris. The wreckage was in pieces, and it seemed that more than half of the structure, along with the once solid protective system itself, evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace left. All their connections with the linear order have been completely broken. They have been exiled into the shadows. They can no longer provide the slightest support for the order of reality and can no longer have any impact. Any description is actually invalid for those beings. , because any description is based on the current linear order itself, and they have been completely exiled long ago and no longer belong to the current reference system, let alone have any contact with the current reference system.

Purple light flashed, and the infinitely extending celestial axis exploded. Under the name of the Arcane Throne, countless huge evolutionary matrices were connected, and they formed an almost physical storm. Every flash of purple light represents tampering and loopholes in the original continuous order story. Some loopholes may be filled, while others cannot be filled. They do not actually exist, and cannot even be actually perceived. , although they can indeed be called loopholes, and may even delineate their clear boundaries.

In addition to the firepower network formed by the fleet itself, there are also direct attacks from many void fortresses.

They should have followed more guidance and acted early, but now, the future has long been turned into a mess. No eyes can see where the other side is, so what is left is endless chaos.

ΣVoid Fortress, World System Overview Seat, Holy Sound Praise and World Branch Zenith Seat

The sky held up by the light will also shatter, and the impact may spread as the support collapses. These huge facilities are located at the most critical nodes, at the source of the "breathing" of uniform information correlation pulses. Once they are broken, the consequences will not only be the loss of important facilities and the extinguishing of nodes, but also once they are broken, the former core is likely to be broken at this moment, and the huge world structure has lost its binding laws. Once it collapses, the consequences are unimaginable.

The ancient facilities displayed in the void can block the blazing golden flames, but even they can only block it for a moment.

Tens of billions of years ago, after the death wave natural disaster that may have destroyed the entire Σ swept across the country, all that was left of Σ was only the remains of the body, while everything else had long since stopped and no longer had any chance of life. The storm swept away most of the "vital forces" that could still be mobilized in the remaining facilities. After that, there were no reinforcements, no industrial support, and its own existence attributes continued to drain. The Σ equipment located deep in the storm was already just a shell that could not be disturbed.

Even though the new existences are still relatively weak compared to themselves, the waves they form are actually given by Σ's last will in accordance with its remaining wisdom and command. And these are just facilities that execute basic orders on the surface, and it is impossible for them to go against their own will and wisdom.

The more important point is that reality is not stable.

Red reality may not be the lie that envelopes the soul.

Once upon a time, in order to escort the bridge-building operation, the Σ creations all over the void gathered almost all the power. They were transported to the endless eternal space to fully charge the decisive battle flagship team, and the information that was taken away has never been available since. It has never recovered, and for tens of billions of years, the creation and worlds that have been filled with death waves have continued to destroy and squeeze the former stability and reality intensity, so that now, the gap that has been drawn has never been restored.

There is a very serious question - how are weak and strong defined, and how are they distinguished?

When a rule is so weak that it is impossible to tell that this rule still exists, can the delimitation elements it once dominated still be in effect, and can it distinguish the weak from the strong as before?

When the standard of distinction between the weak and the powerful is completely broken, will the weak existence be unable to defeat the powerful existence?

no?

Who is leading all this, and who will see it, remember it in their heart, and record it in history?

Many existences have fallen, and together with a large number of wreckage, they dragged long flames, slowly crossing the no longer dark night in the void with no basic movement rules. The fragmented ones died together with their own stories. In this After that, I'm afraid most of the memories related to it will be forgotten, as if everything here never happened.

The raging fire has reached the limit of its expansion speed.

But the crazier it gets, the slower the so-called expansion speed will slow down - along the way, the branches of the world belonging to Σ and the chaotic void abyss are still the best isolation zones.

Relying on the Praise of Holy Sound; and the World Branch Zenith, countless attempts to burn out all the story networks have been carried out, whether it is the golden light of meaning of the World Branch Zenith, the powerful imaginary bombing of the fortress, or the Arcane Throne itself …

The story in the void has been tampered with and deleted again and again, but these violent changes have not been able to eliminate all the monsters that have made the empire tear apart and go crazy. On the contrary, these blows weaken the narrative network with such intensity that the fire is extinguished before it reaches the next pile of fuel...

After this, there shouldn't be any more wisdom, and even if it exists, it shouldn't be seen again, but I don't know why.

There are actually similar stories in the ultra-deep void fluctuations captured by the Void Sky Survey Radar Network, as well as lives and vitality that are constantly escaping! The intensity of those narratives and stories is already very weak. They just flow out abruptly through the narrative radar. They can't be found. They are nowhere to be found. They are like poems made up from false fantasies with chaotic word order and are as difficult to understand.

It is as if it can manifest and deliberately resist the empire's will that has long become withdrawn and crazy, as if it is mocking this collective, their chaos and corruption, their incompetence, and mocking them no matter what environment they are in, No matter where you are, you can never accomplish anything, and you will never be able to achieve any ideal and reality you expect in any period or in any environment.

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For some reason, it seems that the guy who has always been calm and even resigned, even if he degenerates into a villain one day, he doesn't understand how to do evil, how to really make himself completely bad, bad enough to satisfy himself, bad enough to let everything else go. despair.

Or, the current crazy storm is no longer enough to support these higher modes of thinking. Or it is possible that the ends themselves may appear to be meaningless.

But this time, the boiling hatred and madness may still be able to settle and solidify in the cleansing of the void, but they may never fade away.

Industrial primitives began to differentiate and differentiate into a series of super-dimensional boxes. The structures they can present are similar to the appearance of normal high-dimensional objects in high-dimensional space and the corresponding projections in low-dimensional space, except for the densely packed surface. Other than the fenders and pits, there's not much difference.

Inside they are loaded with countless missiles.

There are not many targets that these missiles can identify.

One type is "dream" and the other type is "knowledge".