Sword of Daybreaker

The scene in front of him gradually stabilized, and the magnificent palaces and spires of the City of Dreams once again appeared in front of Gao Wen.

Looking at the "incarnation" of the perpetual sleeper in front of him, and this quietly running city, Gao Wenxin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the camouflage he set up on the network is working very well, and the backdoors that were inserted to sneak into the network have not been discovered by the sleepers.

But think about it before the emergence of computer viruses, who knows what anti-virus software?

He has not sneaked into the world twice, this time for the third time. His direction of action in this spiritual network is already clear.

Stealing technology, inserting backdoors, monitoring the actions of those who are sleeping, if there is a chance, then exerting some influence on the perpetrators through this network of minds so that this special cult group can continue to develop in the direction he desires.

Gao Wen bypassed the crowd and arrived at the area where the node crystal was located. After connecting to the main channel, he first confirmed that he left the "experimental field" as usual, then quietly exited the secret connection and started with the help of the node crystal. Search for technical data that may exist.

Although no attempt has been made to find valid information in previous attempts, Gao Wen did not find nothing in this connection. By analyzing and learning the knowledge of those who have swallowed up, and the experience of stealing resources in the mind network, he I have vaguely figured out the principles and structure of this network. He found that he can do more with the loopholes in this network than he initially imagined.

This network is directly connected to the spiritual world of every sleeper. In other words, it can theoretically connect directly to the thinking and memory space of every sleeper. Of course, the sleepers themselves know the risks, so they When connecting to the Internet, they will protect and isolate their own world of consciousness to prevent people from invading their thinking through connections. However, in Gao Wen's view, their protection is obviously not enough.

Perhaps it is because the sleepless people did not think that there would be people who invaded the church compatriots in the "home" network, or that Gao Wen’s own soul change is too serious. He has a strong control over his subconscious world. In his view, all deceptive and invisible shielding measures in this spiritual network seem to be non-existent...

The crystal of the shimmering crystal quietly floats in front of Gao Wen. He looks at the surface of the crystal, and the spiritual power gradually spreads. He can feel the vast amount of truth hidden under the deceptive appearance of this crystal. Data is exchanged, distributed, and reconstructed here. The thoughts of countless perpetual sleepers are turbulent in the bottom of the data sea. They are powerful and weak, and those powerful thoughts are closely connected with the structure of the entire network. As long as you touch it a little, there is a risk of triggering a network-wide alarm, but those weak thoughts...

They are like algae and zooplankton floating between the waves, lacking protection and lack of vigilance.

It is the lower layer of the perpetrators and the most basic group of cultists. Their greatest value in this network is to contribute to the computational power and to bear the data pressure as a “buffer” when the network fluctuates wildly: for this immature In the case of the Internet, volatility is a very common situation, and the sleepers have chosen the simplest and most rude way to ensure the stability of the network as a whole.

Gao Wen carefully let his spirit continue to pervade. Through the jump of the node crystal, he touched the veins of those thoughts a little bit, and roughly judged the strength of the owner behind him. He also began to try to read those thoughts. Shallow memory This is one of the most basic abilities of the sleeper. Although Gao Wen got this knowledge through engulfing, it is still the first time it is applied.

He must be very careful. Once he sneaked into the Internet, God knows how excitedly those cults who have long been nervous about the "outside rogue". Maybe they will pull the server line out of tension... ...

A vague illusion is presented in Gao Wen’s mind. He sees that in the outline of the city of dreams, there are countless spots of light flashing and flowing. Most of the light spots are in the outer layers of the city. Some are in the inner layer, and a few extra bright spots gather in the large palace area in the center of the city.

He carefully circumvented the light spots that were too strong or too close to the center and began to reach targets that seemed to be a good fit.

He saw some flashy shallow memories. Some strange people were holding a rally, some were dark and desolate castles, and in these shallow flashes, he suddenly saw a special scene.

An elderly mage who lives in isolation, a paranoid madman who has gone astray, a person who is tempted by the perpetual sleeper and willing to be a slave to the dream...

He slowly leaned back...

The Tifeng empire, among the mountains in the southwestern border, the ancient mage tower stands quietly on the top of a rocky mountain. At dusk, the dim sky shrouds the black roof of the ancient minaret, and along the spire's mottled facade. Spread all the way, sketching a circle of golden rims on the tower, but this light can not dispel the gloomy atmosphere of this mage tower, but can only make this tower as if it is torn from the sky.

The mountain people who lived in the foothills village were always afraid of the mage tower on the top of the mountain. They knew that there was a terrible magician in the black tower. Every night, from the highest window at the top of the black tower. It will reflect the figure of the terrible mage. The ignorant mountain people always regard the strange wind, lightning and clouds in the mountains as signs of anger of the magician, and warn the children in the village not to get close to the top of the mountain. I was tempted by the magician to become a stone statue in the Master's Tower or the imaginary Owl Mountain people who were captive in the Master's imagination of the magic.

In fact, their fears are not totally unreasonable, because the black tower does live with a terrible, old-aged mage who is not quite normal. It is said that the old mage came from Emperor Aldernan and was emperor for studying taboo knowledge. Exiled to this point, he lived in isolation, his temper was eccentric, never communicated with the people in the village. He had several equally gloomy apprentices. He would only send his apprentices down the mountain to purchase food or make other deals, in those who wore black robes. On the body, the villagers often smell the **** atmosphere, and the disturbing and horrible rumors about the black tower are spreading more and more.

The dark-skinned Mary took the purchased food and left the village in the sight of the fear of the mountain people. Those ridiculous and speculative absurd arguments seemed to still hover in her ear, and she wrapped her black mage robe. With a hood to cover the cold night winds of the mountains, walk alone on the mountain road.

There was only one road from the foot of the village to the Master's Tower. There were countless impulses to escape from this road. Mary looked up at the gate of the Master Tower, which had already appeared in sight, and couldn't help but look back at the road.

She touched the metal buckle between her neck and struggled to take her eyes back and slowly walked toward the Master Tower step by step.

The door of the Mage Tower opened automatically, and the dark door made her subconsciously retreat a half step, but in the next second, a thin, thin arm came out of the darkness and pulled her into the door.

The voice of the hoarse old voice came from the side: "Don't grind, the master will be upset."

Mary nodded and quickly handed the basket in her hand to the servant who was as old and aging as the entire Master Tower, and then took a heavy footstep to the second floor of the Master Tower.

The old mage wrapped in a black robe sits in the magic lab, and the wall and the ground around him are painted with strange and inexplicable blood runes. The light of the inconspicuous light flashes between the runes, and the old mage himself enters the experiment in Mary. When I was in the room, I raised my head slowly.

His white-haired head is as dry as the air, and the wrinkled skin is full of traces of the passage of time. His old seems to die at any time, but Mary knows that this old mage is still too early to die. I even suspect that this old and terrible person will live forever and ever, even longer than her life.

"You are back... go to work." The old wizard looked at Mary with a sulky look. His voice was slow and slow, as if a nightmare, with a strange sense of lag. Mary knew that this was because the mentor was at Some kind of special "connected" state, she does not know what this "connection" means, because the instructor never let her touch this knowledge, she only knows that this is a "spell" that is completely different from traditional magic. When her mentor Daniel fell into the most insane stage of his life, he suddenly got this "spell", then began to frantically study it, indulge in it, even angered the magicians of the emperor, and had to come to this Desolation and backward borders...

Whenever the "connected" state, the old Master's reaction will be so slow, but the slowness is just an illusion, his thinking is still agile, the reaction can still be quite rapid, if you do not want to be punished, the smartest choice is to immediately obey his orders. .

Mary expressed obedience and walked quickly to the corner of the lab. A sample that had been dissected was placed on the bench, and the technique maintained the best state of study. Mary recognized that it was a monkey, very much in the mountains. Common monkeys.

She began to process the sample according to the instructions of the instructor. Although the book was still slightly twitching, she mechanically began her own actions to strip the flesh and blood, connect the nerve lines, and immerse in magic oil...

And halfway through these mechanical movements, she suddenly heard a strange noise in the direction of the instructor.

She looked up in horror and saw that her mentor had already widened her eyes. The huge fear was quickly filling the face of his old cognac. This old man who always only brought fear to others seemed to see that he could live him. The indescribable thing that scared to death, where a big mouth made a weird sigh, and after two seconds of rigidity, the old wizard suddenly straightened his arm, as if he wanted to keep something in front of him, but In his mouth, he said something inexplicable:

"Don't move, I have caught you."

That is not the tone of the teacher's usual speech.