Sword of Daybreaker

Many legs ...

In this short moment, the gods who didn't need to rely on breathing to maintain life felt a suffocation.

Mirmina stared at Naritel, and she felt that the huge spider-like "kind" in front of her must have gone wrong-this might be a disordered individual born based on wrong thoughts, or it might have been crazy The "near-dead" at the tipping point, no matter what is possible, she had better not continue to contact the spider.

The reason for not being able to escape the spider ’s hunt is certainly not the childlike reason of “less legs than others”. Milmina is very clear about this. She is just too weak now, and she is at a disadvantage on the ground—

In order to plan today's bold action, she has split herself and reorganized too many times, and has been consciously controlling her "growth" from thousands of years ago, just like relying on starving herself to drill out The prisoner in the cage, her plan was successful, but she also weakened herself, and this weakness combined with the disadvantages on the ground made it impossible for her to leave the spider intact.

But she must leave, and as soon as possible-here is a weird "ideological boundary", the chaotic and unshaped sea wave of consciousness can be used to "grind" the chain, but it can also cause great harm to herself. I can clearly feel that my remaining strength is being lost, and the rate of loss is getting faster and faster.

"Listen, little spider, I have to leave here," Mirmina tried to distract Narretil ’s attention by using dialogue while stabilizing her form. “If I change the environment and time, I ’m interested in you. Talk a little more, but it wo n’t work today-please let go. "

Naritier's attitude is very stubborn: "I want to take you to see your majesty, he said let you go, then you can go."

"... That wouldn't work," the misty woman's mouth suddenly lifted a little, and said with a smile, "I can't contact any mortals now ... I finally cut off contact with them ... "

Nari Tilton frowned, and wanted to reason with the other half of the first half step, but the next second, the lady who was as big as the clock tower in front of her suddenly changed. The changing shadows and mist are suddenly stretched into countless ribbon-like structures. Between the grids formed by the ribbons, countless mirrors emerge from the void, reflecting the chaotic light sphere and the distant Dense fog, then those light spheres and thick fog disappeared again, the image in the mirror became a twinkling starlight, and the starlight was elongated and twisted into a weird symbol, which interfered with Narettier's judgment ...

Mirrors, lines, spheres of light, smoke, starlight, symbols-these are all props or symbols commonly used by mortal mages to cast spells.

Naritel was stunned for a moment in this sudden confusion, but soon she reacted. The long articulations crossed the gray water, and the reflections corresponding to those mirrors appeared in the water-the upper layer. The narrator weaves the wrong facts and reversely pollutes the battlefield created by the opponent through the relationship between the reflection and the body. This pollution is very effective. Those things created in a hurry are shattered almost instantly, revealing the "legless" "Ladies".

Naritel immediately rushed up-the white spider leaped high as a predator, her long limbs shrouded in a hug, but she immediately felt something was wrong: the limbs hugged a group of no resistance Things, the latter quickly decomposed into a large number of flying debris, and gradually melted in the surrounding air.

Is it an illusion?

Naritier reacted and immediately began to capture the real trace of the other party through the ubiquitous spider silk, but the next second she received a chaotic and huge feedback: there was breath everywhere, after the collapse of the energy body. Fragments, fragments that seem to be illusions are actually torn from the body-the other party has sacrificed more than 60% of the "body" to arrange this layer of "smoke" in order to escape his own perception!

The long legs of the white spider scrambled a few times on the gray water, and finally failed to capture the other person's trail. She stopped in frustration and had to accept the fact that the prey had escaped. After a few seconds of frustration, she slowly moved again to start gathering the "ash" that remained after the fragments dissipated.

Those gray-black things are the only evidence and clues left after the intruder escaped. Although they are not useful results, they are at least a little rewarding.

While gathering a relatively large fragment of embers, Naritier "listened" to a distorted voice: "... I borrowed your magic net, although this is not what you originally built it Purpose ... I owe you a favor. The 'His Majesty' who told you that one will be repaid someday in the future. "

This is the message left by the intruder.

After hearing this message, Narettier froze a little, then put it together with other fragments in silence, then she looked up and looked at the "unconscious area" that had gradually returned to its usual state Shaking his head in confusion, he muttered: "Why can you run so fast without legs ..."

...

Eleven Franklin and the senior students of the Magic Department sat together, waiting a little bit more anxiously in the lounge of the computing center.

The entrance door of the lounge was tightly closed, and the corridor outside was quiet.

Ilevin, who has been to the computing center several times, knows that next to this room is a large immersion cabin with a neat and brand new immersion cabin, which can connect the brains of ordinary people to incredible neural networks- He has also connected several times himself, and the convenience of that thing in accessing information and transmitting information is impressive.

He and the seniors are here today for networking — but not for networking entertainment or making up classes, but the Imperial Computing Center needs a lot of extra computing power.

For Elivan, responding to the empire's call was his unshirkable responsibility as a member of the nobility, but many of his classmates and many civilian children also took the initiative to sign up ... which he had not thought of before.

Although he has already adapted to the rule of having to live on equal terms with civilian children, there is no "noble arrogance" in his own right, and there are even several civilian friends, but this kind of thing ... is the first time he met.

He couldn't help but look at his closest classmate. The big boy named Strom sitting next to him was one of the civilian students who actively signed up.

"Is there ... what's the problem?" Storm soon noticed the line of sight beside him. The young man, who was always a little nervous, immediately adjusted his sitting posture and asked in a small voice.

"Um ... nothing," Elivine coughed softly. He felt that the thought he had just emerged was a bit outdated, and may even be part of the aristocratic arrogance, so he immediately threw it out of his mind. Worry, teachers have been following the first group of people for a long time ... "

"Teachers are more experienced than us, and haven't you said it before? Just need some extra computing power, and there is no risk in itself," Storm whispered. "The really tricky things are handled by more powerful experts. "

"The really tricky thing ..." Elivin suddenly thought of something, his face became a little dark, and his fingers were held together nervously.

Ordinary students probably still haven't figured out the situation, but he vaguely guessed something.

Today is the day when the imperial kingdom's magic net is connected to the Internet, and the events that can make the teachers in the college all tense are mostly related to this "network connection"-after all, those teachers and teachers in ordinary schools are not In the same way, they are all leaders in the academic field, even in the research departments directly under the highest government office.

Not long ago, he heard a weird and faint whistling sound from the direction of the Institute of Magic Guidance Technology. While walking through the college square with his classmates, he saw the largest magic on the square. The network terminal seemed to be malfunctioning, and several teachers were nervously checking the equipment there. When he was about to head to the North Shore Development Zone from the college, he glanced at the direction of the Institute of Magic Technology, he saw the new building Seems to be restarting, and several mages are flying, checking the magic device on the top of the tower ...

This may point to a terrible accident, and his father, the Duke of Westland, Baldwin Franklin ... is one of the leaders of this "grid" project.

Elivine became more and more nervous when he wanted to. He even wished to run to find a usable magic net terminal now and contact Shilin City to confirm the situation. However, he himself knew how unrealistic this idea was. I could only sigh quietly, grabbing the hem of the college uniform with some force.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting his cranky thoughts: "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Elivine raised his head and saw unexpectedly that the always nervous and introverted Stolm was talking to himself. He shook his head and wanted to say that he was worried about something else, but then the other party added another sentence: " I mean the magic web ... I know your father is the Duke of Xijing, and I do n’t think he will be okay. "

Ilevin opened his eyes suddenly: "How do you ..."

He did not expect that the other party could even break his mind. Although the fact that the magic net was connected to the network itself was not confidential, as ordinary students who had nothing to do with this matter, they should not think of it here at this time. As for this Stowe Mu, he is usually quiet and even a little dumb, it is not like the type of extraordinarily keen to observe the association ability ... how did he associate with the magic net?

Stom looked at the son of the duke in front of him. Two seconds later, he smiled a little bit cautiously: "My father is the tower guard of Luan ..."

Eliven froze.

Before he spoke again, a small figure suddenly appeared in the room. After all the students were startled, the signature loud voice rang out: "Students, go back! It's over. ! "

Elivan and other seniors looked at each other suddenly, and some people stood up in amazement: "It's over ... what's over?"

"The incident calmed down ahead of time and no more computing power was needed," Magnum waved. "Go back, there is no class for half a day in the afternoon, everyone rests freely."

Then he seemed to think of something suddenly, and added: "Yes, although the incident calmed down in advance, your initiative to register is still worthy of encouragement and awards-I personally will give you two comprehensive assessment points at the end of the period."

The students were at a loss and surprised, but the teacher ’s last sentence was understood by everyone. The two-point score quickly calmed the confusion of all the students. The students in the lounge seemed to be afraid of Magnum ’s repentance. Thanks, and quickly left here without hesitation.

Eliven also stood up, preparing to leave with others, and planned to find an opportunity to confirm the situation on his father's side, but he just wanted to go out, and he heard the mentor, who was famous for his sternness, getting angry in the back Shouted completely:

"Elevin, Storm, stop the two of you."

Eleven and Storm stayed confused and slightly nervous.

Magnum floated in front of them like a ghost. After looking at the two students up and down, he waved his hand and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Your home is okay-hurry back."

...

On the large holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the Empire Empire map shimmered, and the white light spots representing the effective nodes and the lines connecting the light spots were criss-crossed and intertwined with each other, forming a sheet that was not dense, but already A network that covers the entire Empire.

Solingborg, Shilin City, Winterbath ... The main hubs appear on the map in the form of miniature projections and are quietly running.

All communications are restored and all networks are connected.

"The hubs at all levels went online smoothly, connected to the network ... successfully?"

Rebecca stood on her own podium and reported the current situation with Gao Wen, but when the report came later she couldn't help scratching her head and dragging a long voice of doubt.

Gao Wen still looked dignified. He looked at the holographic map in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

The grid connection was indeed successful, at least all the data and evidence have reached the expected results, however ... this inexplicable success does not make him feel at ease.

He is waiting for further information from the neural network.

This time he didn't wait too long-just a moment after the Rebecca report ended, the small magic net terminal placed on the podium suddenly lit up, and Duvalt's figure appeared above the terminal.

The "human nature of God" bowed to him: "Your Majesty."

"How's the situation there?" Gao Wen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you caught the intruder?"

"The intruder was hit hard, but he ran away," Duvalt said with a trace of regret and frustration on his face. "Nartier only brought back some" embers "that were difficult to analyze ..."

"Running?" Gao Wen immediately frowned, and he subconsciously asked, "What is that intruder? Can you see the body and origin?"

"Yes ..." Duvalt just said a syllable, and his figure suddenly flashed like interference, and then he was pushed to the side, and Narettiel squeezed from the side.

"It's a woman with no legs," Naritier gestured with gestures that no one could understand, and said words that were more incomprehensible to others, "Run faster than anyone ..."

Gao Wen: "???