Star Empire

There is a "tumor" in the void.

This tumor is spreading and falling, and its shape is getting more and more crazy. The remains of the fault zone have deformed and expanded into an endless space-time structure during the spread.

It, and almost all the contents within it, are expanding, spreading, falling, becoming crazier and more indescribable. They cool together and evolve toward unspeakable extremes.

The life trapped in it and the bright colors worthy of attention are gradually extinguished.

Countless blood vessels surging with white, purple, and gold colors are forged in the void by fleets, facilities, wills, ideas, and countless lives. They are connected to the source of danger and the spreading madness.

"Commander, all preliminary detector teams have been destroyed. The chaos within this space-time structure has exceeded our current understanding. At the same time, the "collapse" phenomenon here is not limited to themselves. The self-maintenance here includes crystal energy. There have been holes in the foundation of the extraordinary creation." Among the countless flashing lights at the edge of the space-time structure, the investigation report is being passed to the commander of this rescue fleet.

"According to our current data, the probability of this fleet entering the deep surface of the space-time structure is less than 5%, and the probability of entering the surface of the space-time structure is less than 0.7%." A lot of information It is gathered, processed and simplified, and finally uploaded to the hands of all information processing groups and intelligence officers, and then summarized into a report and handed over to the fleet command.

"The time to set off is coming soon." At the right moment, the commander once again issued a preparation reminder to the entire fleet. As commands are sent, they are passed to various levels, and are converted and processed by the corresponding systems to form corresponding specific instructions. At the same time, deep in the commander's consciousness, a heavy weight that could not be dispelled was pressing down.

He knew that what he was about to perform was a mission that was meaningless and almost impossible to survive - the outer space-time structure was almost formed by the expansion of fragments and wreckage of the order field, and there could be no life in the empire's rescue sequence. It is almost impossible for your own fleet to break through this structure and enter the deeper structures where the life of the empire may be. And even if you can enter, even if you can find a target worthy of rescue, it is almost impossible for your fleet to evacuate from there. This would be meaningless. sacrifice.

However, all feedback and requests have been silenced, and all reports and adjustment requests sent to higher-level command systems have not received any reply. This means that as the departure time arrives, the fleet must enter this chaotic space-time structure. Even if the sacrifice is worthless.

The commander's eyes looked in a more distant direction together with the ship:

The ever-expanding, ever-expanding corrupted space-time structure is still spreading rapidly, crowding out and engulfing the originally normal world and order field structures in the surrounding areas, and engulfing various buildings set up by the empire in the void. It has already occupied most of " Vision”. And around it, behind it, periodic pulses came from the depths of the empire's network, from the direction of invisible distant field sources. They slightly dispersed their own struggles, worries and real fears, while at the same time encouraging their own courage. . In the more distant direction, there is a weak and thin field, and the weak and dim light is still shining here, and it seems that they are trying their best to penetrate the swamp of the existence attributes, trying to make themselves brighter.

I didn't get any feedback.

Time is up.

"Unlock the pre-connection state and fully activate the fleet matrix. The combination of joint shield and existential deflection beacon, virtual information iteration and real stable field start broadcasting, maintain all relationships between the power system and each ship, navigation matching system, all The shipboard host has entered an overload state, follow the flagship!"

The order was quickly and thoroughly implemented by all levels, and the rescue fleet dispatched here set off at the appointed time, heading for the boundless depths of abnormal time and space in front of them. Like all fleets near the space-time structure that were assigned the same or similar missions, they rushed towards the coordinates where the wreckage of the original logistics array was located.

Outside the frequency barrier that can accommodate countless jumping and bridging methods, countless golden light spots submerged into the cold white ocean, like a stone sinking into the ocean.

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"U789-N5656 fleet, please reply! Please reply when you receive the signal!"

"The clock system is disordered. We cannot stabilize the connection between the calibration and the main axis time. The time divergence and evolutionary freedom of each reference system are increasing! The time reference relativity is increasing!"

"No feedback - wait, what is this?! Why are there so many feedback prompts? Already dispatched? No response? This."

"Contact the upper-level command system to terminate the operation that has been classified as meaningless! Order all fleets on standby to cancel the rescue operation! Repeat, cancel the rescue operation!"

"The order is cancelled! The fleet on standby retreats! Retreat, the operation is cancelled, all regional fleets are ordered to retreat, cancelled"

The information tsunami roared silently, and in the face of the overwhelming waves, strange stiffness and silence spread among the nodes.

Countless reports, countless missing feedback, and countless empty commands exploded at all command nodes. The command system responsible for the relevant areas quickly became chaotic, with countless requests, countless feedbacks, and countless reports of various types mixed with garbled characters, mixed with distortions and fragments caused by "falling". wreaking havoc on the terminals and network structures of the chain of command. And more and countless of them are still pouring in crazily, squeezing all response resources, squeezing the communication capabilities of every line and everyone's perception and memory.

"It is impossible to coordinate. A large-scale information vortex is forming here. From the actual command request to the mind and perception, it is becoming chaotic."

Here, at the top of this small "pyramid", next to the person responsible for maintaining its own interactive tentacles like radiating wings of light, the words of the field of life echoed in silence.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Facing the entire structure, facing the surging torrent of information in front of me, facing the fleet that may have been ordered to attack or be ordered to die before the order to attack was issued, facing myself, I asked The "death order" assigned to countless people, faced with everything starting to go into chaos, faced with a tragic situation that I had never seen before, and had never imagined, more and more blanks stuck. thinking thread.

"Part of the field structure is missing. Please mobilize void survey radar resources to jointly screen the extension direction of the current incoherent story, continue to assist the fleet in evacuation, and try to restore smooth information exchange. Commander, don't be stunned, don't lose your response just because of this. Ability - In the past, the empire has experienced far more serious crises and disasters than this!"

"." The tentacles were waving unconsciously, processing more and more windows surging out, processing the increasingly crazier wave of information.

"Alert, the "Spiral World Maze" has been detected. The fleet's attempt to break through failed and it can no longer escape the target."

"Asking for help, the fleet is attacked by an unknown entity. The current fleet has an unknown mutation. All materials are affected and the shield output is reduced."

"Not delivered, not delivered, not delivered, does not exist, does not exist, does not exist."

"Is this an illusion?" Facing countless workers around him, facing countless devices, countless turbulent information tsunamis, and facing the fields of wisdom that are expanding and contracting inside and outside the building, these weak words started from Countless tentacles came out. In his eyes, everything around him seemed to be cast in a hazy and dark shadow. Everything around him began to become nihilistic, hypocritical, and...

"What?"

"I feel a little cold."

The last impression left was that the mist seemed to begin to whiten.

"Your Majesty, the information exchange congestion has worsened. We have received a large number of requests, but we are unable to respond within an effective time. At the same time, there are a large number of commands that cannot be delivered to the corresponding targets in a timely manner."

"Resources are being allocated to build new large-bandwidth communication channels, but these channels cannot be guaranteed to be safe and robust, and their filtering capabilities and security cannot be guaranteed."

"The detection results of the void survey radar array show that the stories in this area are greatly overlapping and kinked, making it extremely difficult to sort out."

"Order the super flagship, position core flagship commanders and senior commanders to accelerate the completion of tasks related to fleet organization and functional reorganization. Continue to maintain the status quo and increase resource investment in related directions. Delineate the main task interval and the auxiliary task interval, and the auxiliary task interval Mobilize some flagships to disperse outside the target space-time structure to provide support and assistance to the basic rescue fleet and detection fleet."

Inside the Arcane Throne, Victorville's consciousness, together with the two giant ships, maintained the calibration of key targets and the struggle to maintain the attributes of existence.

"Unexpectedly, the efficiency of the fleet command system dropped significantly after the damage. The fleet used to fight the fault zone and the fleet dealing with the current environment need to complete completely different tasks, and the resources required are naturally different. This needs to be changed, and Mobilizing such a large-scale fleet to a single area, the command system cannot fully activate all channels due to dead wave pollution, and information exchange is blocked and the fleet is chaotic. These situations are almost inevitable. However, the current resource run on the bottom layer requires resources to cope with the instantaneous run. I’m afraid it’s far more than 50 million times.”

Doubts began to arise in Victorville's heart again. The figures from the future and the old self emerged one by one from the depths of his consciousness. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him blankly, and countless memories and perceptions poured into his mind - —

Why, deep in my memory, all the things I have heard, faced, and dealt with always have problems of this kind and that - the emergence of these problems makes everything seem like there has never been any preparation. ? ! It seems that from the past, handling affairs, improving abilities, running for election, holding office, handling crystal energy, evacuating, inspecting, settling in, expanding research, etc.

This is the case for all major events and experiences. They never seem to be based on stable rules. No matter whether the rules, norms and constraints are still there at that time, the process of the occurrence and progress of these things will be more like random execution and haphazard execution. planned. Even though in many cases, countless preparations and plans have been prepared for many years, once a truly major event occurs and these measures need to be put together systematically and effectively, they always appear chaotic and ineffective. Rules and regulations...are not only true in macroscopic overall plans and actions, but also in more specific events and more precise details.

"Why is that?"

More rapid reaction troops tried to break into this chaotic space-time structure. However, faced with the spreading space-time structure and the constantly collapsing existence attributes, these elite troops had no way to break through.

I don’t know how many of the fleets and people who live in the middle or even the bottom will choose to follow orders and die by following orders that are too late to respond, die from being squeezed, die from information that is too late to convert, and die from retreat orders that are too late to be delivered. , died of the responsibility that could not be fulfilled, died of this reality that is still full of shortcomings and shortcomings.

I know that different classes and different structures within the empire are currently different.

Looking at everything that happens within the empire from the perspective of the whole, from the apex of the empire, from the perspective of a super individual that vaguely replaces all the wisdom perspectives of the entire civilization, it can almost be said that everything is positive and everything is successful - as long as resources are invested, Problems that are still imaginable and encountered can almost always be solved. After solving the problem, as long as the foundation is not completely destroyed, the temporary cost does not need to be absolutely concerned compared to the empire which is still huge in absolute size. But from a micro perspective, from the foundation, from the countless lives that make up the greater structure of the empire, a slight fluctuation will bring about complete collapse and fall.

These thoughts and perceptions passed quietly through Vidoville's lower thinking threads, and countless pieces of information and data have been put into place, making preparations for future research, thinking, and development.

The most superficial thinking thread, the most massive attention, is used to maintain its own operation.

The power of the Arcane Throne and the Void Matrix is ​​used to maintain the existential attribute framework that barely exists here and to mark important coordinates.

The lack here is too huge, and the ever-expanding mouth is wildly devouring all the information and integrity around it, as if the red reality that was once possible is constantly diluting and diluting the soul and life. Everything here is declining, but everything here cannot collapse. As long as everything has not completely fallen, there is room for recovery.

There is nothing he can do to save himself. Even if there is still a sufficient amount of iteration of false information, the giant ship and the systems within it that have been greatly weakened and have exposed loopholes cannot fully fulfill their own will and the will of the empire - then maybe It takes the power of the sun to do it.

While supporting and transferring his existence, Vidoville felt another burst of dull pain deep in his consciousness.

I can allow myself to weigh various factors as balancedly as possible, use as much information as possible as evidence, and then make judgments that are as realistic as possible, but in my heart, as an individual, I may not be calm until now. It's not rational either. Even if one's own strength, one's own perception, and everything about oneself require many details and many details to complete the description, they still know how they are.

Civilization is no longer something that can be seen through by one person or a group of people, including yourself. Sooner or later, the super-individual formed by civilization may be truly and clearly revealed for a moment. Over a long period of time, over a long period of time, civilization itself is the protagonist, and civilization itself is the existence that sees everything and takes care of everything. I am just one of the brighter eyes.

This time, I'm afraid it will fail again, just like many times before.

Perhaps, such hugeness and vastness itself will lead to differences, and the content related to it can no longer require a high degree of integration and complete consistency.

A throbbing surged into my heart.

"Superbody?"

Vidoville turned his gaze with some confusion and looked in the direction of the center of the empire.

Over the empire, the former cloud tops have become infinitely thin, but until now, they are still visible. They are still surging invisibly. Every rise and fall, every surge, seems to involve many things between the visible and the invisible. Much known and unknown.

Under the cloud tops, the wind field was surging, and in the visible range, several flares were emerging from the depths of the vast earth.

Something is different.

In other words, I have been different for a long time, very different.

In the depths of the vast, blazing white ocean, all the prominences that once flourished have disappeared, replaced by countless tentacle-like structures. They are constantly waving, stirring up all the tranquility in the depths of the ocean. It was as if an endless sea monster had finally awakened, ready to drag everything into bottomless darkness.

Weisrifan stood on the highest stretched tentacle, looking down at the boiling sea.

Every time he encounters a major event, every time he encounters a problem that has never been recorded before, everyone, and he, will always fall into confusion, entanglement and self-doubt.

This cannot be denied, and there is nothing to deny in it - this is not a resonance within a level or a field, and there is no need to demand others at your own level. This is very simple, although many, many, many times, these simple Rationality and simplicity are very difficult to achieve.

In the distant void, within the familiar coordinate group, many bright points are expressing their existence.

Following the silent command, countless tentacles formed by the condensation of the ocean itself were raised high and then reversed in an instant, plunging into the depths of the ocean.

The radiance of the sun is reflected in the clear eyes, and the delicate and comprehensive structure of one's own "body" also exists.

Tens of billions of years ago, in order to build giant structures like world branches, which were formed by the interconnected combination of countless worlds, the empire used the technology of the Σ civilization that had not yet been destroyed to create national ignition devices. They extracted huge amounts of The Taichu information is transformed into a set of virtual information codes that can be rapidly expanded and iterated to bombard the core of the probability lightning chain to create a brilliant network.

The source of the "materials" they grabbed was the "void cloud field" formed by the outer debris after the blazing sun erupted.

It now seems that Σ may have left behind a lot of things intentionally or unintentionally. The parts of the cloud field that have not evaporated are gathered together again by the symbol of powerful weights, and they become part of his current body. And in the depths of the once boundless clouds and vast abandoned cloud fields, countless national ignition devices were buried within the body.

Abandoned, they have endured the test of time and harsh environments. But even so, it does not mean that everything in the past has been turned into wreckage and has completely lost its use value.

The "giant cannon" shaped like a heavy cone was wrapped and pulled by countless tentacles, and was lifted from the depths of the ocean.

Once upon a time, countless mechanical roots, or mechanical tentacles, extended from the bases connected to these giant cannons. These mechanical tentacles penetrated deeply into the vast clouds, providing the national ignition device with the ability to create world branches. Inexhaustible motivation.

But now, this process has been completely reversed - all mechanical tentacles are entangled and wrapped by countless veins composed of streamers, which penetrate all defense and closure measures, regardless of whether they are located in the physical structure. are still located in other areas. Their tips flow with dazzling, scorching white light, which is injected into the internal pipe network of the national ignition device, and these forcibly injected blood flows and boils in the blood vessels.

Under the shell that has been scratched and injured by countless "polarized knives" and is no longer smooth and solid, more and more parts are beginning to be filled with destructive energy that is almost boiling. As these energies were pressed into the former "patterns" and "tracks", the iconic rune groups began to take shape rapidly. They extended and aligned in circles, and the center of the heavy cone was aligned with all the The "center" of the circle is exactly in the same rank.

"Among them" through empathy, Weisrifan has the ability to retrieve the internal operating rules of these behemoths that may never be replicated in a short period of time.

She felt a kind of "beauty", an ideal, a comprehensiveness, a beauty that no longer seemed to breed endless worries. I don’t know if this is just my random feeling, or if I once had such self-confidence, and this self-confidence has not been completely eradicated until now?

Forget it, there is no need to jump to conclusions.

In the distance, countless beacons flashed together.

"--ignition!"

The silent command was recited silently, and the sharply compressed Taichu power at the tip of the heavy cone passed through countless rune arrays. They were quickly filled in with the necessary assignments, and they quickly established an order field that could maintain the covariance of their own existence. They flew to distant places with countless times of consumption and pressure to seal off the almost endless and still unstoppable resources for the empire. In the collapsed cave.

"The problem...I'm afraid that's not all."

Watching the order field carrying the light beam rapidly streak across the void, the uneasiness and helplessness in Weisruifan's heart did not dissipate at all. On the contrary, they gradually became clearer from being blurry and unclear.

I can't accurately predict the future now, and I don't know whether I can do it in the future.

But what is the future trend, what is the possible general direction of the future... I now have the ability to figure out part of it - but it may be a little late.

Inside the ruins that everyone tried their best to save, some unstable surges came from unknown sources. They... seemed to be spreading faintly...?

But actions must be carried out. Everything you do now cannot be stopped. Even if you stop, the future may be worse than facing the loss directly. Everything is slowly being gathered into a cluster. Everything is irreversible, no matter what you can do now.

And after that...

Weisrifan's gaze quietly extended. Driven by her will, false scenarios began to extend. They were reflections of reality, and these reflections were now being manipulated by the power of Vesrifan to simulate the possibility of changes in reality.

Has a body...?

"No, that's not right." Weisrifan's eyes sharpened.

There is a body, but this body is made up of countless shadows. They are the same sickening whirlpools they once were. Shrouded in the sky over the empire, all of them have countless non-existent tentacles, stretching out from the void, spreading infinitely in the network of existence, extending to everything, and connecting to everything.

"This is..." Wei Ruifan's eyes swept over this huge and strange figure that had not yet appeared. From the countless lines it released, the truth began to emerge bit by bit.

"So this is it, monsters are emerging..."

When the sight is removed, everything disappears.