The spatial scale is wrong.
The Land Builder didn't know what kind of adjustments she had made - there was absolutely no way she could affect those moons. But there are almost no limits to her ability to influence and fudge landmasses—ten continents equals roughly ten pieces of plasticine at her disposal.
In order to do this, she must burn all her strength and life.
They have to be calculated carefully and put to practical use.
After the visual interface dissipates, the cold light as concrete as fluorescent ice no longer has any restraints, like the endless sea water of the endless deep sea, pouring naturally into the newly born trench.
After it was full, the blue liquid light flowed everywhere like a flood.
Isaac and Kezier seemed to be on the viewing platform of the Eternal One in the Raging Tide.
The fake angel heard the real angel next to him slowly drawing back his breath.
Before, moonlight was just in the form of paint, applied thickly and unscrupulously on the earth. Now it is advancing rapidly with a solid sense of volume.
The boundary of mist composed of empty energy was too late to be redeemed and retreated.
In the distance, what was originally dim became a quadrangular shaft with brightly illuminated walls.
Blue light splashed inside, like a hundred thousand fierce fireworks launched in the metal tunnel, constantly splashing and bouncing - and soon even the bouncing disappeared - the four walls of the deep well were taken away by the land builders.
The tracks were taken away.
Only the moons remained.
"moon."
Ke Qi paused and said, "The moon is coming."
The moonlight cleared the way and the space was forcibly opened.
The fog receded for a while.
A breathless moment.
A moon passed over the earth silently.
Too huge, or too close to them, or both.
Yi Cha looked up at the elegant curved surface at the bottom of the moon.
The moon at the end of the road is like a girl's forehead, which is smooth and unmarked - these moons are well preserved and have not suffered any damage. The towering tornado of the maelstrom sucked away any possible attacks around it.
The moon was less than three kilometers away from them.
It was closer than walking from his house to the nearest star intersection.
Although Chaos Hell does not have any planets, thanks to long-term study of various racial spells and cultural rituals in the panplane, the concept of stars is fully understood by Cha.
He understood how a moon should not be here, how it should not move like this. Generally, this kind of movement will only occur in a gloomy star destruction or an irreparable crash.
But what is happening now is a creation, an attempt to recreate.
"What should we do?"
Keqier said softly.
This angel is definitely an atypical angel. There is no doubt that the most important order for angels is to wait for fate to take its course, and then repent or forgive after things happen. But Keqier always wants to do something.
Most of the time this habit just earns him the ironic title of "hyperactive" among the angels (of course, no angel admits that any of their actions are intended to be ironic, as Cha pointed out); This habit of time is very beneficial to academic research (this is also pointed out by Cha).
But now is not the time.
"Remain respectful." Yicha replied, "It has nothing to do with winning or losing. This is a valuable attempt."
The moon had already passed over their heads and reached the other side. The command's lack of interference now became a disadvantage. They could not see where it would fall through the other side.
The amount of moonlight has not decreased, it is more dazzling and dazzling.
Another moon will come soon.
Everything as far as the eye can see is immersed in the ocean of moonlight - a small ocean that is not empty in the ocean of nothingness. Only the regular thick threads that pull up those ground needles and bottom hooks are still working diligently.
To open up such a gap in the ocean of nothingness requires almost unlimited energy and violent bursts to maintain it.
The power of the Ten Rounds of the Last Moon happens to be maintained.
Contrary to intuition, each moon looks different.
The second moon that passed by in front of my eyes was equally smooth, but its surface was covered with bare protrusions like flattened spikes, and its color was also dark and red, like a huge fruit.
"Most of the things that should be standardized will be standardized."
The formal theorem - an extension from a certain razor principle.
This can be regarded as a general theory of the end of the world that is widely circulated in the pan-plane.
There is generally nothing wrong with that.
In this plane, if two things are likely to be exactly the same, they will probably be exactly the same.
"The gatekeeper at the end of the universe" and "the mourner of entropy".
In plane structure theory, scholars who like to role-characterize planes usually set the end of the world as such a role.
Like the most concentrated convergence point at the bottom of the funnel, in their eyes, the end of the world loves simplicity and rejects additional redundant information.
When ten moons appear to have the same glow on the ground, they should look the same.
Now this has been disproven.
On a normal day, such a discovery would be enough to write home about (especially if the investigation supports the theory of opposing plane roles).
But now, both he and Ke Qier just silently remember this in their hearts.
Moon after moon passed them.
Each frightening arrival of the moon neutralizes the fog of nothingness.
Yicha and Keqier no longer need any strength to stay suspended - instead they need to spend energy on falling themselves and maintaining balance -
It is obvious that the moons bend the space around them as they pass coldly and swiftly from above, causing them to be sucked upward.
The proponents of field theory (if they had known this moment) would be cheering at this point, and the proponents of spoon theory would be beating each other up - it makes perfect sense that a lot of spoons are scooping away gravity.
The moons are going in the right direction.
In a direction they couldn't see.
I don't know when the sky changed - the lavender nothingness was pushed far, far away.
Click.
Click, click, click.
Deep blue, a deep blue.
Just now, the sky above the entire surface of the earth was bright and white, and now it is slowly dimming.
Yi Cha observed the regular threads pulling on the sharp hooks. He had just been distracted by its form.
Then he imitated and did the same thing that was scaled down many times.
The command post was sliding towards the moon - at this moment, there were faint thin lines stretching out around it, and it could hang itself on a giant hook below. It stopped moving and started to swing back and forth.
A circle of metal chapter materials stacked high next to the table could not remain still for a long time. It flew around in repeated swings and was smashed everywhere.
Yi Cha couldn't care about this, and pulled out a new string by remote control, stretched out from the side of the command post, one end was easily wrapped around a sharp hook on the other side, and he slowly rotated it.
Keqier held out his hand to help. He could see the lines now.
The angel tried to imitate the check, but when he raised his fingers, he only untied the string that had been wrapped around the sharp hook.
"Huh."
He retracted his hand as if he was being burned, "Did I do something wrong?"
Icha carefully tied the knots again where they had been untied.
"uncertain."
He thought about it. "Maybe your abilities are different from mine."
