On the Indian continent, in the flesh-and-blood city that had mostly been reduced to ruins, the rebel guards stranded on this land fell into brief chaos.
That intermittent message, so fragmented that only fragments were mixed with noise, was not a confidential message designated to be sent, but a mass communication that the command center and the Pioneer Council broadcast repeatedly to all members of the Rebellion Guards around the world.
So Vincent was not the only one to receive the message from the command center. Many elite guards who were silent and did not attend the carnival and deliberately paid attention to the message from the command center also noticed this message full of noise. A complete distress message was pieced together from scattered fragments.
But the chaos caused by this message did not last long. Those present were all elite members of the Rebel Guard who had experienced hundreds of battles, even if these elites themselves could not stabilize the situation and chaos, as well as the captains and pioneers in charge of different units. Those who took charge of the overall situation, and with their concerted efforts, this chaos only lasted for a short time before order was restored. The elite guards performed their duties according to the instructions like machines with clear division of labor and precise cooperation.
"Quick, quick, quick! Treat the wounds and hidden dangers on your body quickly! Help each other heal! Speed up!"
"Guardians with mental calibration talents and skills gather here! Build a mental calibration bridge, unify the mind, and prepare for remote transmission!"
"Don't forget to improve the logical barriers! Explain the wish in detail and fill in all the holes in the wish! To prevent the wish from being misinterpreted by the remaining pollution power!"
"Everyone who can still use the purification barrier comes here! Expand the resonance of the barrier to clear a cleaner wishing area for the injured!"
"Those who have recovered from health should gather here immediately! We need to get in touch with the outside world as soon as possible!"
The elite guards had just relaxed and soon their spirits became tense again.
A solidified ball of light appeared on the square, and three shadowy figures gradually emerged from the ball of light. The elite guards, who were already in a tense state, suddenly became nervous when they saw this abnormal phenomenon. They tightened their grip. With the anti-disaster weapon in his hand, he constantly uses self-suggestion to restrain his thoughts and cut off distracting thoughts, and constantly improves the loopholes in his wishes, improves logical barriers, and uses methods to fight against the mild pollution around him.
Vincent, who was commanding and gathering the Omega team, recognized the origin of the light group, immediately stopped the team members who were about to attack, and shouted loudly: "Don't attack at will! The ones teleported here are collaborators!"
The figures in the light group slowly solidified and took shape. After Vincent saw clearly that the visitors were indeed Wu Ming, Elizabeth and Mori, he waved to the other team members: "Stay alert! Wu Ming, why are you here?"
"No time to explain." Wu Ming walked out of the light ball, suppressing the ghosting and discomfort caused by the teleportation jump. After experiencing many teleportations in virtual time, he was not like the embarrassing Mori next to him. Lying on the ground and retching non-stop, he muttered in his mind whether there was any way to weaken the side effects of the teleportation jump in virtual time, while keeping a serious expression on his face (because everything he saw was double-imaged and he was dizzy), Relying on the balance of the auxiliary device to help him walk steadily towards Vincent, he said simply and horrifiedly: "There is more than one mother of disaster, you have been replaced."
When it was confirmed that there was a problem with the underlying data of the two samples, Wu Ming immediately connected to the stealth probes that were performing observation missions all over the high-altitude areas of the wishing world, and then he saw an incredible scene - large-scale objects all over the world. Red warning boxes popped up all over the city, flashing warning signals that the mother of disaster had been detected.
As for the fantasy city that occupies nearly a quarter of the mainland, the same warning window pops up - the central area that has been covered and blocked by a golden mask all year round has now been covered by a volume the same as the mask. The same, but it was replaced by a bottomless pit that seemed to lead to a bottomless abyss.
"I just received this news here, how did you know about it?" Although Vincent couldn't understand nine and a half of the ten strange words in Wu Ming's mouth, combined with the information he had obtained before With the half-sentence that he could understand, it was not difficult for him to filter out the important information from the strange words of the other party - the city of fantasy was indeed attacked, and even the man in front of him knew the news.
Wu Ming waved his hand, without any intention of explaining: "I have my own news channel, what are you going to do now?"
"Rush to the City of Fantasy immediately. It must not be occupied by the Disaster Matrix!" Vincent gave the answer almost without thinking. After saying that, he looked around calmly. In less than ten minutes, the elite guards had regrouped after some emergency treatment. Each unit and its captain had returned to their positions, waiting for the mind. Calibration forcibly breaks through the blockade and distortion of the contaminated area, and jumps directly to the fantasy city to join the battle.
However, the number of people surviving now is only about one-fifth of the number when we set out.
The city of flesh and blood is one of the few sides of the mother body of disaster that cannot be directly attacked. Theoretically speaking, those flesh and blood structures wandering on the streets pose no threat to the heavily armed rebel guards, but the casualties are still heavy, and a large part of them The reason was the final general attack on the giant cocoon of flesh and blood - there were too many flesh and blood structures protecting the giant cocoon, even if the rebel guards had a battle loss ratio of one to ten, one to one hundred, or even one to one thousand. , the surface of the giant cocoon can still maintain its numerical advantage by continuously hatching flesh and blood structures, and these monsters can still maintain their numbers and attacks.
The giant cocoon of flesh and blood can command the flesh and blood structure to maintain this tireless, unlimited, and massive offensive, but the rebel guards cannot.
The purification barrier will reach its limit, and excessive pollution will cause the necklace that releases the purification barrier to collapse. Regardless of the nature of the anti-disaster weapon's special attack on the mother body of disaster, its sharpness and hardness are only at the level of an ordinary weapon. The blade will break if used excessively, and the blades will cut gaps when the swords intersect.
In the case of heavy pollution and unable to use wish-making methods at will, the elite guards can only rely on their own martial arts training and weapons in their hands to fight against the enemy. When the number of flesh-and-blood structures is so large that it can obliterate all technical advantages, the number of students begins to wear them down. With the weapon in his hand, this battle is destined to end in a miserable victory even if he wins.
After Wu Ming heard Vincent's thoughts, he took a look at the rebel guards in the square: "They have just gone through a fierce battle, and the number of survivors is much less than before. Let them move to the new one immediately." Is the battlefield really good?"
"There's nothing good to say. It's their duty to go to the battlefield!" A rough and bold voice exploded in the ears like thunder, startling Elizabeth who was chewing dried meat next to Wu Ming. The piece of meat in her hand The dried meat of unknown origin almost fell to the ground. Harland, the giant man of the Trail Blazers, looked at Wu Ming and his group, who were several heads shorter than him. "You are the collaborators that Vincent contacted before? What? Seeing the fantasy The city was attacked, do you cowards who hid in the inner world before the Great Miracle Era think that your chance to rise has come?"
Facing Harland's extremely unfriendly attitude, Wu Ming didn't take it seriously at all, as if he didn't even realize that the other party was talking about him.
As a visitor from another world, he actually didn't care about anything the other party said.
Ignoring Harland's explosive provocation, he turned to Vincent: "If you are going to solve the problem of the Utopian City, take me with you."
Vincent glanced at Harland subconsciously and found that the latter just frowned and did not mean to hurt anyone: "But..."
"We have the firepower to hurt or even kill the mother of disaster."
"make a deal."
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The city of fantasy, in the central area, in a semi-artificial, semi-natural cave in the deepest part of the giant pit.
This is the ontology of the Wishing Network, where the entire network is stored at the physical level.
In the center of the semi-natural and semi-artificial cave stands a triangular pillar. These three pillars are distributed in a triangle, each occupying a vertex and opening up a circle of invisible and qualityless special force fields. They are intricate and complex, like some kind of plant. The huge root system is suspended in this special force field. Pipe lines extend from this huge root system and are connected to various unnamed, strange-shaped instruments with indicator lights flashing continuously.
The Miracle Saint looked up at the plant roots that were constantly flashing faint light. In his eyes, this plant root system, which was the body of the wishing network, was instead a... dazzling light group that carried countless torrents of light.
The root system of this plant is still 'alive', or it is trying to make itself 'alive' all the time. If Rosa hadn't established a special force field to suppress the activity and made certain modifications, it would have been destroyed. If the power is cleverly guided to the fixed world and the body exists as a machine for operating the wishing network, I am afraid that the construction of the wishing network will still have a long way to go.
However, these long roads were all skipped when it came to gaining enlightenment and receiving the God-given knowledge that Rosa received.
And today, it’s finally time to repay these...
Just when Rosa was looking at it, a black-robed man whose whole body was hidden in a wide black robe and whose face was hidden under the shadow of the hood. He could not see the man or woman clearly and could not distinguish any features. He appeared out of thin air. His figure appeared from the void. Reality appears behind the Miracle Saint.
"Help you clear the obstacles around the Wishing Network - the deal between us is complete."
Rosa stopped looking at the magical plant roots and turned around: "Where are they?"
"It's all handled according to your request." The black-robed man's eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood met Rosa's gaze, "As a secret keeper, please hand over the inheritance you have, and we will inherit it. Your legacy makes a real difference in the new world.”
Rosa nodded and did not continue to ask any more questions. He stretched out his hand and golden threads of light circled and emerged in the palm of his hand. They were woven together in a special arrangement according to the wishes of the Miracle Saint, and slowly turned into a physical mass, constantly flashing light. of round ball.
"I have specialized this thing so that even if it is taken out of our world, it can still maintain its specialness."
The man in black robe hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to catch the ball after getting approval: "Then the deal is completed, it's time for me to leave."
Seeing the man in black robe slowly leaving and gradually walking into the dark shadows of the cave, Rosa opened her mouth and couldn't help but ask the question he had always wanted to ask.
"Is our world... hopeless anyway?"
For some reason, the man in black robe paused slightly, but he did not immediately answer Rosa's question. After a moment, when his figure slowly melted into the darkness, his deliberately lowered, deep, and hoarse voice was heard. Came faintly.
"In the eyes of the committee, your world was hopeless from the moment you heard the suspicious revelation, made a deal with that existence, and tried to use the wishing technique to resurrect the dead, even if you were smart enough to build a wishing network. It’s just lingering on, delaying the day of destruction.”
"Whether the entire world slides irreversibly into an idealistic nightmare, or disaster devours the wishing network and successfully emerges, polluting everyone's wishes and becoming a negative aggregate, it is only a matter of time..."
