Star Empire

"Ooooooooooooooooooo-!!"

The high-pitched and shrill howl exploded in the void, in time and space, and in people's hearts and consciousness.

The indescribable wave breaks through the defenses of the soul and corrupts the barriers of consciousness. They poured into the imperial beings, taking away countless souls, and the bodies that carried the souls were occupied. These bodies began to grow tentacles and wart-like protrusions, and the mucus tore the clothes originally attached to them or The armor dripped onto the ground, corroding into dense and disgusting holes.

"The emergency plan to deal with the most critical situation - the clearance plan is put into use!"

"The emergency plan to deal with the most critical situation - the Gestalt plan is put into use!"

"The emergency plan to deal with the most critical situation - the Huanhai Yongning plan is put into use!"

"Emergency plan to deal with the most critical situation - wake up the Scarlet Bird!"

When the ear-piercing howl suddenly crashed into his heart, Vidoville knew that the current danger faced by the empire and all star beings was so great that he had to burn his cards to contend with it. "

For hundreds of millions of years, countless lives dispersed in all the ordered time and space supported by the empire, dormant in the hearts of all real life forms of the empire, and active inside and outside all imperial equipment, responded to the emperor’s call and responded to their own destiny— —Deployed on them, the Aloal solar explosives that had been infected by the antimeme were detonated, and countless groups of void light violently erupted and swept across all the time and space structures occupied by the empire.

These void lights never existed and do. The world is normal, and the harsh howls have not penetrated. Their instinct to spread has been blocked by the antimemes. Before breaking through this blockade, they were locked in a self-secret safe by the antimemes. They were no longer detectable, and they were unable to express themselves to the outside world.

And when the beings sacrificed themselves to temporarily curb the indescribable violent corrosion that was rapidly spreading in the empire's territory and network, a series of orders from the tree of evolution began to swoop down along the pyramid of authority.

The management methods that Zerg Emperor Movilla usually applies to the Zerg have now covered the entire empire authority system. The huge authority pyramid has been converted into a solid gestalt, and the consciousness of the imperial beings who have been incorporated into this giant gestalt Fell into slumber, the most powerful Emperors temporarily controlled the actions of most of the Empire's life.

At least, for now, this can help the empire gain more time - the roar will not destroy or tamper with the hearts and consciousness of the emperors, and the empire does not lack emperor-level individuals, even if the giant malicious metameme dies It could kill five emperors at once, and it would take dozens of rounds of volleys to stop the empire from counterattacking in this mode. And as the top level of the gestalt disintegrates, the top structure below will become the top level and continue to direct operations until "all evacuation" means more than continuing to fight against giant malevolent metamemes.

However, these methods are effective for the imperial life that has not been replaced, but for those monsters that only have a mutated body, these methods do not make much sense. After a brief stagnation, those disgusting monsters covered in mucus that seemed to melt the sight of them began to charge and destroy everything in front of them.

Such charges may appear in the narrowest corners and alleys, in closed rooms and wide corridors, in buildings, battleships, planets, the sky, and everywhere else. However, the auras exuding from their bodies revealed the indescribable corruption and distortion of the aliens, but they could not harm the targets they wanted to attack - the portals wrapped with purple patterns suddenly opened as they squirmed forward. , causing them all to fall into the spiral maze.

The master who controls these portals is located in the core territory of the empire - Chiyuan Xinhai. He is the emperor of the twenty-ninth heaven area. In the past dozen or so billions of years, this emperor has been doing "lazy and lazy" almost all the time. "this thing." However, at this moment, this arcane ocean that has been almost calm for hundreds of millions of years has set off huge waves.

Under the control of Xinhai, as long as there is arcane magic everywhere in the empire, portals entwined with mysterious and complex patterns can be opened there. The sudden appearance of the portal will send monsters who fall into it to even... It is a prison that these aliens cannot leave.

That cage is mixed with the principles contained in projects including but not limited to the Web of Existence, the Spiral World Maze, and the Illusion Blockade. Countless scholars in the empire have spent hundreds of millions of years building this cage that they cannot leave even if they fall into it. , just for this possible moment.

The trump cards were drawn out one by one and ignited. Under the light of the fire, the situation was once again restored to balance.

"The situation is back to normal for the time being." Vidoville nodded after seeing more counterattack fire come back on.

Inside the empire, there was a bright white light spot. The light spot was so conspicuous that even though Vidoville was located near the border of the empire, he could clearly see the big, bright star. The white stars in the void are emitting circles of dim clouds from time to time. These thin clouds, which are still barely visible in the void, continue to spread. Whenever they sweep across a world, a layer of fog will accumulate on the barrier of that world. Special, conspicuous precipitation.

The void blazing sun has entered the super asymptotic giant branch, and the outer layer of the rapidly expanding blazing sun is blowing out violent pulsating winds. In the past tens of billions of years, the Void Sun has entered a super asymptotic giant state every 100 billion years. Whenever the blazing sun enters this branch, the empire will suffer from natural disasters triggered by the emperor himself, and countless large and small earthquakes will take away many lives. But now, this original natural disaster has become the best defense against the contamination and distortion unleashed by giant malicious meta-memes.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo-!!"

There was another deafening howl, and the tips of the huge finger-like tentacles of the giant malicious meta-meme began to gather a continuous smooth pink death light again.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......"

"The attack path calculation is completed. Two of the five death rays point to the seven-pointed star array, two point to the empire's world branches, and one points to the Void Blazing Sun!"

Vidoville looked back at the part of the Empire that was about to be attacked.

The world branch groups that detected the rapid changes in the world neighborhood in the void activated emergency plans. These previously fully expanded fluffs tightened all the world veins in a short period of time. In the world branch zenith constellation Under the coordination of the world, the branches of the world seem to have really turned into balls of fluff that can float in the void. They missed the front arrow of the death light, facing the destructive storm and desperately escaping from the huge pulling force behind them.

At this time, compared to being at a loss at the beginning, the empire, now aware of the giant malicious metameme attack method, was able to launch effective defensive measures against his actions, and the speed of casualties spread began to gradually decrease. At the same time, after witnessing many pink light attacks, the command center of the armed forces currently fighting on the front line has determined some of the properties of pink light:

Pink light is composed of an uncountable infinite number of points that are infinitely small but contain infinite amounts of information. It is continuous. When traveling in the void, it can form a powerful order field that surrounds itself, and this order field will form a huge world neighborhood in the void, and other order bodies that enter this world neighborhood will be attracted.

In principle, this is the same as a ship in the void being pulled towards the target location as it gradually approaches it. However, currently, the empire does not have any creation that can resist the bombardment of pink light head-on, so once it is sucked in, it cannot be avoided. The coming of destruction.

On this basis, pink light does not have obvious narrative impact capabilities, and currently it does not spread hugely dangerous pollution - this means that pink light can only cause clear-cut effects within a limited range. As long as you can avoid these "slowly" but "unstoppable" arrows in time, the destruction caused by the pink light will not affect you.

"It seems that the pink light emitted by the giant malicious metameme has the same properties as the "dead light" once emitted by the Σ Quadrant Continent. I don't know how Σ controls this pink light. At the same time, now It cannot be explained why that "dead light" does not have a powerful "void suction force"."

"—No, these questions are not important right now!"

During the process of observation and thinking, Vidoville felt that he was a little distracted. He closed his thinking thread responsible for this aspect as much as possible and shifted all his attention to the current environment.

Countless scattered firepower is continuing to attack the enemy in the void, and various forms of extraordinary information flows carrying various effects slam into the fifth fractal shield of the giant malicious metameme. Pieces of grand explosions bloom from the outside of giant malicious meta-memes from time to time. However, no matter how terrifying the effects of these artillery fires are, how bright and exaggerated the brilliance they bloom, they are all covered by that layer of infinite thickness of fractals. The shield blocks the outside, and not a single bit can penetrate deep into the shield to affect the body of the giant malicious metameme.

A bunch of interlacing and changing order fields appeared in Victorville's perception. This bunch of order fields came from within the empire.

This strong light comes from the Void Blazing Sun.

The spear woven by sunlight slammed into the fractal shield on the outside of the giant malicious meta-meme. A large messy pattern, unclear whether it was a pentagon or a hexagon, emerged from the void, and the sunlight collided. The shield formed by the overlapping of these messy patterns will then be shunted and spread out, and the scattered sunlight will hit the finer patterns and be further shunted and guided. This process continues indefinitely until Every tiny ray of sunlight no longer has the slightest offensive power.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! ! "

District 44, "The Nest".

The 44th District is a bit special - rather than saying it is a sky district, it is probably more appropriate to say it is a very large comprehensive research base.

This comprehensive research base had a glorious past. In its most prosperous years, its territory once expanded to cover the entire world. However, now, the "hive city" and the forts that have accompanied the hive city for hundreds of billions of years are all that is left in this area.

The people who once lived in this area have either left their homes or have died.

Except for the automatic firepower that is frantically fighting back against the invading monsters, this place has completely become a dead city.

"The Hive" is the capital of the 44th Day District. It looks like a nest, a giant nest built with huge components and shaped like a bird's nest.

Countless dark twisted branches and huge stones together formed the outer wall of the nest, and in the center of the nest was placed a huge egg—an egg that was relatively sharp on one side and relatively round on the other. This egg has a smooth shell. However, it is incompatible with the blackness of the nest and the three primary colors of white, purple and gold of the empire. The shell of this egg is red.

Inside this huge egg, there is a pile of messy files, which have been piled into a cone-shaped mountain peak. If you look from the foot of the outermost mountain to the top of the mountain, you can vaguely see paper books, leather scrolls, broken transparent plates, and many large and small stones. .

These materials scattered at and forming the foot of the mountain all have one thing in common: they have all been sprinkled with some kind of red liquid, and around the stains formed by the liquid, there are countless lines of crooked words and ferocious eye patterns. . Most of these words are similar to "The scarlet bird is about to spread its wings", "It is in consciousness, it is in consciousness, don't respond, don't search, don't let go", "Stop it quickly, fail, go, stop it" , don't stop flying" are such vague phrases.

The eye patterns look unsettling. Some of them are vaguely identifiable as being drawn with a pen or something else, while others look like they were forcibly cut out with limbs.

At the foot of this mountain, there are two small figures.

"Let's go." Hopkins extended a hand back.

".Hmm." Istana, standing behind him, held this hand.

The two began to climb hard towards the top of the mountain.

This narrow and rugged "mountain road" is not easy to walk. After all, the "rocks" stacked up on this mountain peak have not been densely paved or filled. The darkness of the entire mountain peak is dotted with large and small caves and cavities. Sometimes, the seemingly solid "ladders" can only be reached by stepping on them. It will collapse, tripping up the two people who are walking silently. However, they just helped each other to pull each other up, and then continued to the top of the mountain.

In the process of crossing these messy steps, they seemed to be crossing the entire history of the 44th Day District.

"It hurts - no, don't read it! Don't write it down, forget it, forget it, don't tell anyone else, don't let anyone else see it!"

"There is an illusion, an illusion of Hume index chaos. The illusion is red, but everything is real. There is wind, grass, and trees. They are all red. The sky is red, and the clouds are also red. There I can fly, I can fly, but only very carefully, because there will be a red bird, a huge bird, a red bird, it will prey on us, our defense is ineffective, we can only write all this, but Writing all this represents the spread of infection. A moment of relief cannot be exchanged for a lifetime of disaster. No, I can’t write it. No, I don’t want it.”

"It will eat consciousness, repeat, it will eat consciousness! Consciousness is an important part of the soul and the source of our "self"! We must not let it go! We must not fail!"

The two people supported each other and stumbled away from the foot of the mountain. They found a relatively stable ridge. The mountain road at their feet was still rugged, and the two people, who were almost exhausted, continued to climb up with their own faith.

Behind them, the various scenes of the first contact between the 44th Sky District and the Scarlet Bird seemed to be jumping between the fragmented record carriers and unclear documents. Whether it was people struggling unconsciously and frantically during the experiment and desperately writing words that recorded the abnormal properties of the Scarlet Bird, or whether they were desperately trying to convey the danger they saw to the outside world before waking up. Everything is still vivid in my mind. .

"We have found a way in, but we are not sure where it is. We can't tell whether it is an illusion or a world completely different from our current knowledge. Our detector cannot fly outside. , or in other words, our detectors cannot identify the spatial coordinates there. Everything is red and the Hume index is chaotic, but around us, reality is relatively stable."

"We can fly - it's strange, we want to do it. Although we have the ability to jump in space, flying is beautiful and we long to fly. Everything here is real and touchable, but it seems that it is only here. You can touch it, but there is no reaction from the outside. It’s just that the sky here is too red and the clouds are too red. No one has ever seen a world like this."

"It's going to eat us! Don't fly! Fly faster! Get out of here! Go!"

"Where is this place?!"

Some holographic screens that are still on, and some terminal devices that have not been broken occasionally occasionally leak out some messy data and pictures. These pictures that are already very old-fashioned will appear in front of the two people who are climbing from time to time. In response, they will choose to take a detour after a slight silence.

And when the figures of the pair of climbers bypass the pictures and records that are still chattering, these contents will stare at the back of the climbers as if they came alive. In those scenes that have been left behind, the people who entered the realm shrouded in red, although they felt the abnormality there, were still doing their best to write down one record after another. But after the record is written, their eyes will be staring straight outside - but for them, they should not be able to see anything.

"In our consciousness! The red wilderness and the red birds are in our consciousness!"

"How is it possible? How could there be such a region in our consciousness? How could we have been unaware of such a huge gap in our consciousness for hundreds of millions of years?!"

"That's a crack torn by the red reality! It's a marginal area that we will subconsciously ignore!"

"What!? Red reality??"

"Ahhh."

"Istana, how are you?!" Hopkins felt that the pull behind him that had been relatively stable suddenly wanted to tilt to one side, and he quickly turned around and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just stepped on the air." Istana shook her head with difficulty. She pulled Hopkins' arm and tried her best to pull out the leg that was stuck in the pothole.

"Let's go quickly, the top of the mountain is still some distance away."

The little interlude ended quickly. The two of them silently clasped each other's hand, and they continued to climb up. Between the ridges, their steps were slow but firm. On this step-by-step mountaineering journey, they are crossing hundreds of billions of years in the 44th Sky Zone.

"It was shot down, but we suffered heavy losses."

"Yes, this is the realm of everyone's consciousness. If we bring the battleship here and fight it in the consciousness of the beings of the empire, how can there be no losses?"

"The crack torn by the red reality is difficult to deal with. We can only slowly seal it and must deal with it as soon as possible. Who knows whether it will be resurrected or reincarnated in this area where the Hume index is in chaos. Something else weird?”

".What? Okay, I get it."

"Commander, what's the problem?"

"His Majesty the Emperor ordered us not to destroy the Scarlet Bird."

"What?"

Several ethereal trembling sounds came from the eggshell of the dome, which seemed to be mixed with the dull collision sounds caused by some heavy and huge objects being lifted up and then slammed to the ground.

These strange noises coming from outside the eggshell made the two people who were climbing the mountain silently step up their steps.

"Chairman Kriz, are these contents confirmed correct?"

"Yes, your majesties, this information comes from the core area of ​​Black Gate Fortress."

".Okay, we got it."

"What should we do? In order to kill this strange bird, we cut off its head, melted its veins, and burned it over and over again. But now, we need to rely on it?"

"There is no way. For consciousness, our equipment is too homogeneous. We need a heterogeneous preservation method as a back-up. This cannot be achieved simply by developing technology."

"In any case, it requires consciousness to develop and grow, but where are we going to get so much consciousness? Although there are many individuals in the entire empire who are willing to dedicate themselves to everything, compared to the amount we need, it is It’s not even on the same level of magnitude.”

"We can only do this first - use the will of the dead soldiers who are willing to sacrifice to rebuild its veins and skeleton, and the remaining flesh and blood parts. After we find a way to reverse it, we can only use our authority to do something first This is something special, Istana, you also know that we cannot advertise its existence widely unless we are 100% sure that it is under our control. Otherwise, before a greater disaster breaks out, Our own consciousness will be destroyed first.”

The peak has gradually become visible. This mountain made up of countless files of different forms records everything in the past. They are also seals. In the process of gradually accumulating, countless fragmented seals separate the crimson realm and the world. Block it out of everyone's subconscious and ensure that the probability of the empire's beings accidentally awakening the bird again is infinitely close to impossible.

They stood on the top of the mountain, on the thickest and largest book. The cover of the heavy book was painted with countless eye patterns that seemed to be blinking. These eye patterns were staring at the two climbers who suddenly appeared.

"Hopkins."

"Um?"

"Tell me," Istana asked quietly, "after all this is over, will we be considered executioners or ferrymen?"

"Then let history judge. We may jump back and forth between these two identities. After all, think about it, how many times has the outside landscape changed? The 44th Day District has just been established. At that time, the popular architecture in the Empire had just changed from large square boxes to tall towers, and then turned into bionic trees. Now it is popular to have a hodgepodge of architectural styles in each ring city, and then insert a City of Charity in the center of the city. , who says you can invite me?"

"yes."

The two hugged each other tightly.

After once again passing through hundreds of billions of years, by this time, no matter what we say will seem redundant.

The crystal energy flames began to burn the files and materials that had been accumulated for hundreds of billions of years from the lower level of the dome. When they came into contact with these materials, the flames would suddenly change from gold to red.

The red fire is licking the books and slips higher up little by little. As the flames spread, the book-burning agreement is being fulfilled, and the seal that has been maintained with broken pieces for a long time is gradually being opened.

Crimson bird, it can still flutter its wings.

People who write empires, what prevents you from unleashing the edge of your pen?