Star Empire

Chapter 429 Dreams in the whirlpool? (superior)

"... Stirring the Sword of Variables?" Upon hearing such a weird title, a circle of question marks rose up around the impassioned sda45345.

"Yes, if you want to make things move, you need to enter variables for them. And this key is the last way to enter variables for the "dead" device!" As he spoke, sda45345 waved the long golden pole in his hand. The long pole drew an arc in the room, and bits and pieces of light scattered from the trajectory of the long pole.

"Wait a minute, sir, if that's the case, I have a question." Kriz asked, "If we are used as the final source of variable output, then if we encounter a real anti-paraphysical attack, then we will not follow the battleship Are you going to go down together?"

".No. The process can be settled like this, and every link in it requires verification and consideration." sda45345 hesitated for a while before answering Kriz's question. "All practices have sufficient reasons that can respond to "Why do this?", and the same is true if you ask "Is there any danger or hidden danger in doing this?" - the word "feasible" in all current practices, then All are supported by a large number of experimental results.”

"Because it has encountered an environment that can make the performance of extraordinary equipment almost lose, the empire will start to study content related to anti-parametaphysics. It is precisely because the coverage of the anti-parametaphysics field will not be targeted, so the equipment that can fight it and Materials can be everywhere. It is precisely because there are too many variables that the plan will become more and more capable of facing the tricky reality through countless logical confrontations. It is precisely because too many possibilities lead to complexity and difficulty in interoperability. It is precisely because of the unification of relevant standards and the unified handling of problems.”

"Sir, sir, I know, I know, I just don't understand it yet, I" Kriz waved his hands in a panic, and he felt that the words spoken by the person in charge in front of him seemed to have turned into countless words. The wandering dragons with entities, they shuttled through the void, they found themselves, and then they shot at themselves like thousands of needles and arrows, piercing themselves - they seemed to be threaded on a thread, a thread. A long line, a long line that ends in nowhere.

".Kriz?"

"xs4028?!"

"16-3-1-xs4028! Are you still awake? Answer-"

Everything around seemed to be covered. The scene became blurred, and the weak lights and the surrounding dim partitions seemed to gradually melt and merge into one. The words from the surrounding beings seemed to have gone back and forth in the pipes thousands of times. The echoes and distortions were mixed together. Except for the briefest words, I could not hear anything else clearly. The last scene that was relatively clear in front of me seemed to include the lighting pattern on the dome of the hall and a few faces approaching. As for what the people around said after that.

".Where is this?" Kriz woke up, surrounded by darkness again.

"Did I slip myself into a dream again?" Kriz frowned, "That's not right, what is this?" Kriz saw a long thread coming out of his chest. There are such long lines all around me, and their number exceeds tens of millions? Countless ones radiate from countless distant directions, heading towards a certain

"Center?" Kriz stared and looked over. The bright lines were getting closer to each other. According to this trend, they should converge in a certain area. Kriz noticed that the closer you got to this area, the more the lines were bent and stretched. So much so that their ends seemed to simply turn into a ball of mixed light, like ramen noodles that had been pulled countless times until they could no longer be thinned and then simply stuck back into a ball.

Wait, the line is twisted into a loop there - then that should be the "center". But what would that “center” be?

Looking at the weird white light group with countless lines, Kriz felt puzzled, but soon, a new feeling came to his heart. He felt that he seemed to be being watched, and the thing that fell on him The eyes are right around here. But no matter how hard I searched, there was no one else around.

"Me? Is it me?" After looking at each other again, Kriz felt that he seemed to have found the truth - the inexplicable sense of surveillance came from himself, and he was watching himself, which made him feel uncomfortable.

But he was clearly looking at the white ball of light that was twisting its lines.

"In that case, is that my true body? But what exactly is that ball of light? What is this thread?"

In an instant, there were so many questions that I was at a loss.

"The intensity of reality that cannot leave here is oscillating violently. I am not sure where this place is, and I am not sure how it is related to standard reality. I can only continue to move forward along the line."

"I still don't understand, if that lump is 'me', why can 'I' see myself outside of 'me'?"

Kriz continued to slide forward. At this time, he was inexplicably threaded on this thread, but what exactly was this thread?

"It's a bit...inexplicable." Kriz firmly grasped the line that penetrated his chest, and he focused all his attention on this strange line. Notes began to be peeled off from the lines by Kriz's power, and their contents were very messy. And after being torn off, they will fall everywhere.

".What are they?" Kriz stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of annotation that was floating by him. ".This is a short story? It seems to be a scene that was seen a long, long time ago. I don't know who saw it. The short scene has no beginning and no end but covers everything in detail. No wonder such a small fragment is so long.”

"Wait, what's going on?"

I seemed to catch a glimpse of something different out of the corner of my eye - the stripped fragments did not completely scatter or disappear completely. Although they were floating everywhere, each fragment was not too far away from me.

They surround themselves, and as the fragments continue to be replenished, their formation becomes denser and denser to the point where they are simply connected together.

Such a scene gave Kriz a feeling - the lines running through him were enlarging, enlarging enough to fit him inside. And I am falling, falling into this line.

".Is this here? I can't recall where I saw it before, and I can't find the world number here. Is it an unrecorded space-time structure?" Kriz looked at this strange space. The scene here is very strange - there is no trace of extraordinary information, this world is "original", and all celestial bodies are born, exist, operate and die in accordance with the internal laws of the world. There's nothing wrong with that, but nothing here feels natural.

Kriz's sight goes deep into the depths of space. According to his current experience, a stable space-time structure should be stable or show periodic fluctuations.

But deep within this space-time structure, tiny distortions are constantly occurring, as if a creature infected by a plague is twitching and struggling. Tiny fluctuations in the depths of time and space are quickly amplified to a macroscopic scale and transmitted to everything in the world. The stars began to tremble, their light paths began to twist, and they trembled and scattered.

The frequency of light is distorted, and everything becomes colorful, first glamorous, then grotesque, and finally disgusting.

The celestial bodies deviated from their orbits, the grid across space was shattered, and the galaxies were scattered all over the ground like pearls that had fallen off the string. Seeing those galaxies, Kriz felt sick again - he remembered what he had heard before, about the scattered corpses floating among the stars and turning into nebulae.

Kriz noticed that since everything here was not blessed by extraordinary power, the broken matter and distorted stars seemed to still be trying to follow their original laws. Although the entire galaxy is dispersed at a speed that far exceeds the upper limit allowed by the world, the bones ejected by these celestial bodies that were shattered in the collision with the laws of the world are still splashing at the upper limit of their originally allowed speed. There is no doubt that The rules here have been broken.

"...It seems like things here will stay more or less the same for a short period of time. What happened here?"

In the distance, spots began to appear in the depths of the space that was being stirred, followed by black and red patches that kept flashing. If I had to say what it looked like, it would probably be like looking through a translucent window into the sky where a supercell thunderstorm is raging.

Bad memories were brought back from the depths of Kryze's mind - it is normal for such a phenomenon to occur when order fields containing a large amount of information collide with each other, but there are only two possibilities within the collided order field. Create black and red light and shadow. The first possibility is the invasion of a super civilization named "Σ", and the second possibility.

A large hole was torn out in the space-time structure, and billowing clouds and black-red lightning poured into the already crazy world from the hole. Black and red two-dimensional patterns appeared out of thin air, descending from lightning and thick clouds. As long as everything in the world is contaminated by it, it will be entangled in the breath of corruption and decay in an instant until it disintegrates.

"An impact with a fault zone. Wait, why am I looking at this?"

Although Kriz is not yet familiar with his power, after experiencing several similar incidents, he also knows that the scenes he sees in this way must be connected to some stories that shock him.

Think about the recent stories that shocked you, or the stories that attracted your attention and made you think. Maybe it was a shaker? propeller? The Sword of Stirring Variables and the corresponding anti-parametaphysical environmental coping mechanism behind it? But if it is really these things that drag me into such contemplation again, then what does this have to do with making them?

"Boom!" Between the lightning and flint, everything in the world has tilted, and they are falling towards the holes carved by the black and red patterns. In the twisted and ferocious time and space, brilliant beams of light that transcended the laws of the world tore through the darkness, and they penetrated the entire world.

"Beacon?!" Kriz recalled the military training exercise that just ended, but the beacon he used was definitely not comparable to this one. The light of this beacon spans every corner of the world. Kriz was surprised to find that the starry sky structure in this space-time can only be regarded as a partial display of the space-time structure.

There are other structures "above" and "below" this starry sky. I don't know whether it was the things emerging from those structures and fields that formed the stars here in normal times, or the stars themselves in those structures and fields. It left a strange projection...

However, they are not the point. The point is that now, everything here has been messed up, and destruction is close at hand.

However, the balance of the future was split in two before it completely tipped towards destruction.

Countless portals opened from space, it was like the starry sky opened countless eyes. The largest core flagship of the position was the first to arrive, and they had made preparations to the extreme before their arrival.

They built the strongest foundation in the storm of chaos, followed closely by various super flagships, which quickly expanded and connected the fragmented defensive positions into one.

The last ones to enter were various types of battle carriers and small logistics platforms. Their appearance connected the solitary peaks located in the valleys to each other, forming a solid and vast plateau. The United Shield condenses from the depths of resonance, splitting the already chaotic fabric of space and time in two. On one side is the Sea of ​​Death where the tide of death rages, while on the other side is the frontline of order resisting destruction. There is no possibility of coexistence between them.

"Well, what this means is that it was the death tide that led to the emergence of the anti-paraphysical realm, forcing the empire to face such an abnormal environment?" Kryz was still thinking about the possible connection, and was ready to die with him. The battle between the tides has already begun.

"Is this a positional battle?" Kryz noticed that when the fleet's joint shields were completely closed and various field structures were raised for protection, most of the ships in the fleet entered a state of relative stillness with each other. state. Apart from regular job rotations, they will not make any other maneuvers.

Kriz still couldn't understand the various details in the battle. Even if a large number of notes were continuously generated, it would be difficult to put them together into a complete description system without systematic guidance. Kriz zoomed out and saw the main body of the battlefield - the thick clouds were still advancing in the void, and the "breakwater" propped up by the empire's fleet in the void was gradually being compressed.

It does not look like the fleet is anchored in place to resist the incoming fault zone, but more like the fleet is advancing at high speed in the fault zone against a huge shock wave.

"So. What does all this mean?" Kriz felt a little confused. He saw the information fluctuations on the edge and periphery of the joint shield that were constantly being eliminated. However, based on the knowledge he learned in the movie viewing class, this It should be a normal scene when fighting against a fault zone. If

In this short period of doubt, the black mist in the fault zone advanced and retreated, and the imperial fleet's position rotations were carried out countless times. Just when the fault zone seemed to be showing signs of decline, the "rear side" of the Imperial Fleet's order field began to light up, indicating that something was approaching the Imperial fleet from the "rear side" at high speed.

"Wait, what happened?" Kriz instantly locked onto the "spear" flying at high speed from the void - it was another fleet, but Kriz could spot this sudden appearance at a glance. The fleet does not belong to the Empire. They belonged to another civilization, a powerful civilization close to the empire.

Kriz couldn't see the name of that civilization, and even he could only see a very vague shadow of the corresponding number of that civilization within the empire. But there are some connections that show up across time and space. Kryz can see that the predecessor of that powerful civilization is the "seeds" sown by the empire. Those "seeds" left the empire on the virtual point jump ship and floated into the depths of the void. .

"They are here with bad intentions. What are they going to do?" Kryz's eyes swept across the spear that was rapidly approaching the imperial fleet. He quickly noticed that there was an area in the spear that was blocked by an independent order field. , the interior of the Order Field seemed empty at first glance, but as long as Kriz wanted to take a closer look at the details, an overwhelming number of questions and interrogations would pour out. And the power source of this order field moving in the void is actually using a phenomenon similar to world resonance!

The notes that flowed out and the knowledge I had learned before told me that although doing so can also promote the order field to change its position in the void, this is undoubtedly a complicated and inefficient way, but this way can The "isolation" effect is very good - this shows that no matter who is the leader of this thing, "it" is desperately trying to keep itself away from this field of order.

At the same time, the imperial fleet fighting against the fault zone also discovered this team with ill-intentioned intentions. The redundant troops on standby in the rear quickly launched a counterattack after receiving the attack order. However, this uninvited guest arrived too quickly. At this time, they were already too close. In addition, although they themselves lagged behind the empire, they were using huge power to attack a "point" in the rear where the imperial fleet should have been stable. .

After all, the intercepting firepower failed to completely interrupt the spear. The "cargo" they transported, in other words, the "conspiracy" they planned hit the boundary line between order and death.

That independent order field hit the wreckage of the world, the barrier was torn apart, and the "contents" in the barrier flowed out.

Kriz didn't know how these "contents" would change when they came into contact with other things. He could only see the scene in front of him - although the boundaries of the space were not obvious, one comment would involve thousands of different things. The field of questions is expanding. Such fields stop at the edge of death, but they are spreading crazily in the field of order.

The surrounding space-time structures will be assimilated as soon as they come into contact with them. It is as if they are constantly removing the foundation of everything in their path, causing everything to collapse to the same level as them.

There is firepower directed at these inexplicable areas, but as soon as those firepowers come into contact with those areas that will pour out dazzling information, they will immediately become as sluggish as if they were stuck in a swamp. Kriz saw that facing the unimaginable Due to questioning and distortion, these originally powerful artillery fires had to use the information they were originally used to attack to maintain their own integrity. As a result, they are constantly stripped of energy until they disappear.

The "fog" began from the rear of the battlefield and enveloped all protective fields of the joint shield and the infiltration shield. Kriz couldn't see the details yet, but he could see that this was a gluttonous feast in the spread of the anti-super-metaphysical realm.

It is unimaginable that the powerful joint shields and protective fields in my impression will be gnawed through by them, and such fields continue to penetrate into the depths of the fleet, covering one ship after another, group after group of ships.

Kryz can see that the performance of those big guys has not been lost, they are still struggling, and the battle carrier and lower-level units will quickly dim once they are enveloped - no, not just As they dimmed, their originally brilliant hull armor also lost most of its brilliance in the process. They lost their power, and when they deviated from their original positions, it was more like they had lost their souls.

It's all so familiar. However, unlike the previous team running in the silent ship, these existences in the picture... they may be permanently inactive.

The violent explosion interrupted the current "silent death" - after the joint shield was eroded, the obstacle in front of the fracture zone disappeared. Black and red patterns and violent splitting lightning smashed the golden barrier, splattering endless destruction and death in the rampage...

The picture stopped - which seemed to mean that the story that this body of information could provide had ended here.

"Wait, what is this?" Kriz's manipulation ability magnified a part of the picture - he saw that with the help of chaos as a cover, some of the remains of the empire were quietly moved away.

"...Taking advantage of this opportunity? Are they going to use this method to...research Empire technology? Or do they do something else?" Kriz frowned, and there was a vague anger in his heart, as if he heard this Things should be angry.

Another fragment floated in front of him: "...We have combined all resources to perform calculations, we have made the greatest concessions from the starting point, and we have given the greatest goodwill. We have concluded In conclusion, "infectious mutiny" does not apply to this incident. This was a premeditated and egregious attack..."

"...the malfeasance inspection has been launched, and we will issue an order to ■■Civilization..."

The pieces floated away.

Although he didn’t know what that civilization was called, Kriz had already roughly guessed what the empire had ordered for that civilization:

Extermination order.