Sword of Daybreaker

  In this short contact, Amone read the fluctuations hidden deep in the data flow of normal thinking—the dim and scarred information records that mirrored the body in reality.

He may not understand the principles of neural networks, nor how magical power drives those artificial nerve cables and connectors to realize the intercommunication of thought and data, but as a former god, he is at least unique in his own domain The power of God—this point, even if it has been out of the position of God and has declined for three thousand years, it has not changed a bit.

  The **** of nature is old-but the old deer also keeps a hand.

  Patti stopped, she looked at the old man in front of her in confusion, and the seriousness in the other's eyes made her even a little nervous: "Mr. High Speed ​​Buck...What's wrong with you?"

"Your physical condition, isn't it very bad?" Amone frowned. The moment he touched Patty's finger, he had established a connection with the spirit of the mortal girl in front of him, and he was now in his sight. , This girl in a white dress with a bright smile is covered with another layer of "figure". That figure is full of scars, weak and sick, and despite many traces of treatment, there are still a lot of incurable wounds, "You are Wasn't it badly injured many years ago?"

   "Mr. High Speed ​​Buck?" Patty finally showed a surprised expression, "How did you know..."

"I..." Amone opened his mouth, but suddenly realized that he had no explanation at all. He couldn't expose his identity at will. However, how could an ordinary user wandering in the neural network "see" Patty at a glance. problem?

However, Patty did not delve into this issue. She saw that the old man in front of her seemed to have some unspeakable reason. As one of the earliest users of neural networks and one of the current guides, this was once naive. The ignorant girl already knows a lot of things. She knows that the people who accompanied her were actually Eternal Sleepers. She also knows that many people who work with her on the Internet are actually dead in the real world. They have experienced so much. After something unimaginable by ordinary people, she would only smile slightly when facing an old man who was unspeakable--

"It's okay, old sir, everyone has some secrets that are not easy to disclose," she shook her head with a grin, "but you are right, my body is really not very good, now I still need someone to take care of-but the previous few Compared to years, my current condition is much better. According to Grandpa Pittman, apart from the inconvenience of mobility, there is no longer any factor in my body that would endanger life or continue to deteriorate..."

Amoon was glad that the girl did not ask herself anything, and at the same time she knew that what the other party said was the truth-according to what she had observed, although the remaining injuries on this girl were still serious, there were signs of treatment everywhere. From the perspective of mortal healing techniques, this recovery effect is already close to the limit.

  It pulled a girl who might have never lived to be an adult from the fate of death, and even allowed her to live unscathed to a very old age. From the perspective of a mortal, this is a miracle.

  But from the perspective of the gods, this thing can be better, but it requires him to take a little step towards a dangerous border...

   "Mr. Highway?" Noting that the old gentleman in front of her suddenly fell silent again, Patty frowned her thin eyebrows. She stood on her toes and waved in front of Ammon, "What do you think of?"

Amone woke up from his contemplation. He lowered his gaze and looked at the girl in front of him for a long time with a deep, water-like gaze. He watched for a long time until Patty felt a little awkward. Then he suddenly said: "Little Patty, have we known each other for almost a month?"

   "It's actually more than 20 days..." Patty grabbed the hair behind her ears, and said while counting, "What's the matter? Why did you mention this suddenly?"

"I want to give you a small gift," Amone slowly showed a slight smile, and wrinkles stretched out on his old and kind face. As he said, he bent down slightly, and then his wrist was in front of the girl. Flicked, as if by magic, took out a small white flower out of thin air, "Look, I created this by myself-it has never appeared in this world."

"Wow!" Patty looked at the little flower that appeared in front of her, and suddenly stretched out her hand in surprise, "Have you learned how to create things with your mind in this dream city? It's beautiful! Thank you, the highway first... …"

  She took Xiaohua, but just halfway through her words, the old man in front of her suddenly disappeared. The special message box she could see as a guide showed that the user who was interacting had logged out of the network.

  ……

A white flash of light instantly filled the entire field of vision, and the short-lived dizziness caused by the forced redirection of the neural link was also fleeting. Amone only felt that he was in a daze. When he saw the surrounding situation again, he realized that he had arrived. In a space filled with boundless mist, gray grassland and endless sky, the light mist seemed to hide all the details in this space. He could only see that there seemed to be a small hill in the distance, and a huge figure was right. Sleeping quietly in the depths of the mist.

  He lowered his head and saw a circle of eye-catching red letters around him: You have been temporarily banned by the administrator.

The figure dormant in the depths of the fog started to move. It looked huge and heavy. When it moved over, it didn’t make a sound. Amone had subconsciously wanted to make a warning, but soon he I realized who this figure was, so he calmed down and patiently waited for the other person to come to him.

The long arthropods cut through the mist, and the holy white spider came out of the mist. The purposeless head dropped in the direction of Ammon. In the next second, a petite figure appeared in the fine hairs on the top of the spider's head, lightly. The ground jumped down from the sky.

The long white hair dragged to the ankles spread out in the air like wings, and then closed again as Naritil fell to the ground. The "upper narrator" in charge of the entire neural network came to Ammon and raised his head. Looking blankly at the "old god" who was standing here in the image of an elven old man, his eyes were full of business-related attitudes.

  Amorn didn’t wait for the girl to open her hand and spread her hand: “I know I know that dangerous operation is right? I heard Milmina mentioned that the violation will invite administrators...”

"Ordinary violations will only provoke automatic warnings issued by the system or ordinary patrol officers sent by the network management center, and kicking off the network will only return to the real world," Naritier said sternly, "only the highest level and the most Only special violations will attract upper-level narrators and be brought to this'boundary'."

"Is that so?" Amone was stunned. Obviously, this is a little bit different from what he understood. "I heard Milmina say that she is often chased by you and will be taken to this place every few weeks. Preaching...I thought you would handle all violations yourself..."

"Please don't interrupt, Mr. Amorn," Naritil said immediately. "You and your companions have added a lot of extra work to Duvalt and me. In comparison, Ms. Enya is more disciplined than you. ."

Amone suddenly gave a dry cough: "Ahem, this is only the first violation of the rules, you can't average the problems caused by Milmina running around and trying'rule boundaries' to me... well, Of course I don’t mean to evade responsibility. I admit my violations, but... I just want to help that girl a little bit."

  Speaking of the end, his expression has gradually become serious. Obviously, he has an extraordinarily determined attitude in this matter—admitting mistakes, but he will dare next time.

"I know," Naritier's expression did not change, but she continued to stare at Ammon seriously and earnestly, "So the treatment of you is only temporarily banned-the ban is temporary, this is to prevent you from doing it. Make further dangerous moves."

It sounded that the ban would be lifted soon, and Amone was relieved immediately. He smiled at the young but serious **** before him. At the same time, his thoughts became clear and active again due to relaxation, and he asked casually: "How long does it take to be banned? When can I go back?"

   "Wait for notification," Naritil said with her face up, and then added, "But don't worry, it won't take more than a few hours at most."

"That's okay..." Amone was even more relieved, and began to think about what he should do in the next time to pass this boring time, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong. Place, "Wait, I suddenly felt that something was wrong..."

   "What's wrong?"

"...You should be very clear about my original authority and the power that I still hold after I leave the position of God," Amone's expression became serious, staring at Naritil's pale eyes, "So you I should know that as long as I contact Patty a few times, I will discover her situation sooner or later, and considering that my current human nature is already dominant, and there is a risk factor in my own'tendency', so you should... "

  He stopped in the middle of speaking, and then continued after a short pause: “Not only is Patty the facilitator, but the facilitator I have been in contact with for so many days is only one Patty...Who is making arrangements?"

  Naritil was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying: "Who knows..."

  Amorn stared at the "upper narrator", and after watching for a long time, he asked, "Is this a kind help or another test project?"

  Naritir's tone was still calm: "both."

  Amorn looked at the upper-level narrator who didn't seem to want to reveal more information, and could only sigh helplessly: "...The last question, is this harmful to Patty?"

   "We will not carry out any experiments that are harmful to testers without telling them-Patty knows nothing, she will only get a gift."

   "Well, considering the problems that the theocracy is facing, this should already be the most impeccable attitude." Amorn nodded and said in agreement.

This time it was finally Naritir’s turn to show a little surprised expression. This young but also "retired", the **** currently in the re-employment stage looked at Ammon with a little surprise: "Are you really not angry at all? ?"

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Amone looked down at the white-haired girl in front of him, and suddenly laughed for a long time, the wrinkles on his face stretched out even more than before: "What's wrong with me — I've experienced too many ups and downs, and all of this is for me It's just a small thing, not to mention it's still a'good little thing'."

"It's best if you can think that way," Naritil finally smiled, and the attitude of official business disappeared. "But then again, even so, I can't lift the ban on you in advance-rear The observation team is still confirming the subsequent impact of'that flower'. You must stay in this place until the end of the process."

Amone nodded thoughtfully, his gaze swept across the surrounding mist and the looming hills and endless plains in the depths of the mist, and said to himself: "The deep layer of the neural network has a higher divinity. Protection strength...This is actually an'isolated room', I understand what is going on. Don't worry, I will wait patiently. For me,'patient' is the most indispensable thing..."

  In the mist-shrouded space, there was a moment of silence. After a few minutes, Amone’s voice suddenly broke the silence: "Or call Duvalt, the three of us will play cards or something..."

  Naruitier glanced at Amone who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and shook her head: "Duvalt should be free now, but I don't want to play cards."

   "The card game that Kovan invented requires at least three people..." Amone frowned, "Ms. Enya isn't here either..."

  Naritir just glanced here quietly, without making any response.

   "You can bring Milmina," Amone finally couldn't help but said, "Plus Duvalt, "people" are enough."

  Naruitier immediately shook her head: "The administrator has the rules of the administrator. I can't bring it here without the user breaking the rules. Mr. Amoen, don't think about this..."

"She told me yesterday that there is a tree with misplaced data on the'Triangle Square'. As long as it jumps and rushes over, it will pass through the'narrative surface', which can be directly connected to the city's secondary encrypted communication layer, and can also be seen from the inside. see……"

  Before the voice fell, Naritil's figure had disappeared into the mist-shrouded space, leaving only the voice gradually dissipating and reaching Amorn's ears: "Wait a minute, I'll catch her."

  Amorn looked at the direction in which Naritil and the giant white spider disappeared in the fog, before shrugging for a long time, and muttering to himself: "It's none of my business."

  ……

At the lower reaches of the Baishui River, east of Gelan, the towering cracked stone fort still stands at the end of the mountain wall, and in the best-lit room in the castle, a immersed cabin placed against the wall suddenly heard a pleasant hum. , And then the hatch slid open steadily, revealing the seat inside and Patty, who was leaning on the seat and who had gradually become a girl in the past two years.

  Feeling the stimulation of the sun, Patty’s eyelids jittered a few times, and finally fully awake from the "diving" state. She opened her eyes and looked left and right, and immediately followed the feeling to see the familiar figure:

  Selena Geer, holding a lantern in her hand, was standing in front of the fireplace not far away, looking at herself with a smile on her face.