Star Empire

In the vast void, there is a bright color that is based on the attribute of existence and rises upward.

This "bright color" seems to be quite defective as a whole - it should have had more and finer structures. They might have been more like large-scale filaments that existed in the void and spread in different directions. structure. But now... not only is it possible that only the tiny wreckage in the middle is left, but even the edges of this tiny wreckage are still covered with "fog" of a chaotic nature.

These fogs are like random graffiti. They cover the original rhythmic structure, breaking the original sense of harmony.

In the center of the existence wrapped in countless incomplete hands, in the void space surrounded by countless fragmented feathers, there was a huge illusory figure. Now, it is struggling silently, squeezing its body into the first quadrant specified by the empire's standards, and squeezing back into its most "favorite" environment.

The "swollen" body seems to have caused a huge drag on it. There seem to be omnipresent barriers and screens in the boundless and invisible darkness, and what's even more "strange" is that it may be underneath him, which could have allowed him to The unconditionally extending web of consciousness and perception... They no longer seem to be a highway for their own expansion. Instead, now, they seem to have sticky glue attached to them, hindering all their movements...

Tired, confused, panicked...and "sleepy".

Thousands of years ago, or perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, "I" woke up from some huge stimulus. I had infinite power, and just the aftermath might be enough to clear away all the obstacles in the far reaches of the empire. The waves splashing away from the emergence are insubstantial but dangerous. If the tiny particles among them hit a specific world, it may be enough to destroy countless lives and even the order structure of the world itself...

As for now...how everything turned out like this, who knows? !

"Its" "sight" turned to the center of the empire.

For a long time, I didn't understand the details or the mystery. I can't see through it, I think it is a blazing debris, a monster that cannot be directly controlled by existence and connection, and it, or they are resisting me...

These feelings are vague, confusing, and confusing to me.

In fact, those "feelings", those knowledges, those "perceptions"... I don't understand, I don't know, and I don't know how to use them. Their appearance is nothing more than some deep disturbances, and some of the nodes that make up themselves seem to have other ideas. They "pull" these fragments and present them to themselves...

As if it had a "telepathic connection", "it" suddenly turned its attention. In the thick fog of "fatigue" and "drowsiness", it tried its best to turn its attention to the light source that it had been difficult to look at - that The light source seems to be getting more and more dazzling, and it also seems to be getting blurry...? ?

This is not an illusion, and there is nothing wrong with it - there is no doubt that the light source is actually getting brighter! !

A "subconscious" violent sense of crisis swept over, and this sense of crisis had... swept away several times, and after this sense of crisis erupted, all that was left... was chaos.

The violent stimulation brought by the sense of crisis finally made this chaotic and huge life "wake up". It "wanted" to escape, but everything around it seemed to have turned into a dragnet with countless sharp blades. No matter how hard it struggled, the only result was that its "body" was cut into countless pieces. Movement seems to be impossible, and everything around seems to be swallowing and dismembering everything that one can notice, even one's own reality...

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On the blazing sun, the pair of giant black wings existed in the center of the matrix. Around it, there are countless neatly arranged elements, providing the general flagship with endless mapping paths and powerful virtual information amplification power. The enhancement and feedback of "Guo Shi Wushuang" make iterations faster and faster with constant oscillations.

At the focal point formed by the fleet matrix and the world management facilities, above and below the huge flying wings, the two pairs of iconic and glorious celestial axes have been fully formed. Countless logical structures, detailed descriptions, operating rules, and some binding entities that can only be formed subconsciously and are now unquantifiable revolve around the central light. They become brighter and brighter, and gradually merge into one as the process continues.

"It" is not located in a specific world. "It" can actually be thought of as floating in the void. As a specific manifestation of the projection of some existential attributes, "it"'s body is actually mixed with countless frequencies and countless twisted protective structures, which makes it even more difficult to target it.

Targets in the void are always so difficult to deal with, from all angles such as tracking, determination, pursuit and attack - the void is the best natural chasm for isolation and contact, and the void itself has various attributes that contain everything and can melt everything. , and the divergent structure caused by infinite possibilities constitutes layers of difficulties on the road to achieving goals.

Although the VHF nonlinear radar manufactured according to traditional thinking can lock the order field floating in the void through extremely high detection frequency, as the detection range expands, the operation of the radar itself and the analysis of the detection results require more calculations. The overall growth rate will exceed the rate at which the algorithm can be iterated - and at that point, there will be no point.

But now, or... a long time ago, this was no longer a problem, and everything now can prove that it is still not a problem. The difficulties and unresolved pain of the past drove the empire's power forward. Even if it suffered setbacks, they never disappeared!

The void survey radar arrays deployed throughout the blazing sun, whose number has been increasing over the past thousands of years, have locked onto the target. They use the fluctuations of the void field, use all the details, and use the seemingly real and illusory fluctuations in the void to condense and form. Countless stories, either true or false, constantly squeeze the boundaries of uncertainty and force them to compress closer to truth and accuracy.

As the target detection interval decreases, the calculation pressure growth rate of VHF nonlinear radar decreases significantly. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the target in the void is quickly abstracted and transformed into a series of void coordinates that can be understood and utilized by "people".

These coordinates were passed to two groups of existences - one group was the Fleet-World Management Facility Joint Matrix with Vidoville and the General Flagship as the core. The other group is the "Holy Music Praise" void fortresses surrounding the blazing sun.

The web of existence that was once used to seal off the borders of the world and prevent Σ ships was now used together with the wind field to block the movement of targets.

Vidoville further adjusted his perception. Enveloped and blocked by layers of structures like a net, the trapped beast, which had been weakened from its foundation time and time again by the wind field, was no longer able to fight effectively against all this. Its details were peeled away layer by layer, giving Vidoville a panoramic view.

Countless information that once flowed along the celestial axis turned into streams of light, which were grouped and condensed to form a bright spear. The spear was dropped by the general flagship, and it blew out like a breeze, crowding out all other irrelevant existences on the target path, aiming the spearhead directly at the huge monster, maintaining its own "inherent tendency" of independent existence.

After all, the goal of this operation is to calm down the chaos, to calm down the abnormally highlighted attributes of the empire's existence, to make the entities with abnormal thoughts disappear, and to break up those who rely on direct means in some aspects. There are some super-organic structures with "big tails that can't be removed", and they are not just for killing and destroying.

The spear locked onto the target in the void. It followed the rules given to it and crossed the void, hitting the huge and bloated body that could hardly be called tangible in full view of the public.

The spear disappeared into the bloated light and shadow, and the gorgeous explosion tore apart "it"'s body. The stream of light follows the nested logical rules and reality laws and spreads. They tear apart the restraint and consolidation of the body on itself, tear apart the deformed trend formed by the surge of unstable thoughts, and tear apart countless There is a vague connection between consciousnesses. Invisible sharp blades scattered in all directions in the boundless body. They picked apart all the "cells" and scratched all the "cells" at the same time.

"Lil!" Vidoville quickly determined the time window needed for the next stage. This active stage is chaotic. Although these possibilities have been considered and confirmed by many calculations before the action, but after Before the specific changes are completed, no one can completely predict how the details that need to be precise should be built at this moment.

Fortunately, the previous calculations are not too different, and the estimated "strokes" can correspond to the current situation with just a few adjustments.

The connection between consciousness is activated, and the required information is quickly passed to the executor of the next stage.

At the two "poles" abstracted by the order rules of Lieyang, a pair of alternating upward spirals penetrate the realms that one empire after another can set foot on, and penetrate all things in the unified information world.

In the sky under the order field, pieces of activated solar matter condensed in the sky, forming a vast star network that spread infinitely. The "stars" composed of flowing light are connected to each other. In the looming network, countless brushstrokes and countless stories seem to be pulled into taut strings, and the tension they contain is extremely strong. The stars are ready to go, just waiting for the final order.

"The "window" is already open!"

The "stars" were ejected in an instant. They left the order field far away, far away from the blazing sun itself. Together with the long-standing wind, they flew into the distance on the invisible current.

After the target was dispersed by the first narrative attack, the countless light spots splashed out corresponded to the consciousness and thoughts of countless imperial beings. At this moment, they are scattered throughout the empire's network of existence attributes, and are quickly pulled back to their true nature by the inherent connections. However, before the complete return, the second narrative attack from the blazing sun had swept across the debris that collapsed from the beast's body.

The attack from the scorching sun sweeps across these scattered light spots on a macro level. As they sweep across, this majestic ocean tide rushes across and submerges the past information structure, making the historical iterations that have been formed take root for a long time. The huge structure of history is completely revitalized and changed.

And in the microcosm, in the story, at the level where the precise and standard rules are no longer so solid, they are like performing countless most precise surgeries - they fly up and down, pulling every consciousness that is being pulled back. Carefully cut, insert, adjust and sew.

Some memories are not expected to be preserved meticulously, and some experiences do not need to be engraved with absolute clarity. This is not for everyone's absolute "good", they exist to ensure the smooth restart of the story in some directions.

There are some arrangements that everyone needs to accept, and there are some things that everyone needs to work together to deal with. Everything in the past needs to be dealt with, and new arrangements need to be implemented...

Soon, a second narrative attack from the sun swept across the Empire's reality.

Now, most places are quiet.

They were briefly stalled, but the trend they had was still there. Just wait for a command, and those unfinished stories can start writing themselves again.

Within and outside reality, countless indescribable dim pink lights are flickering quietly.

"Has been completed……"

As the scorching sun storm gradually subsided, Weisruifan felt a strong sense of fatigue coming from all directions. The exhaustion from his soul was no longer strong enough to resist with his will.

"I need to rest... Next, everyone, I need you to finish it."

"Um."

"yes."