Red streams of light trailed long tail flames, leaving long and narrow tracks in the night sky. Those 'shooting stars' seemed to have self-awareness and shuttled through the crowd to find a host suitable for them, quietly on the chaotic and ever-changing battlefield. Floating quietly in front of its chosen target, quietly waiting for the chosen person to reach out and accept itself.
Brilliant light trails shuttled through the crowd, and rings set with rubies were slowly put on people's fingers one after another.
Then blazing sparks bloomed in the crowd.
Those who were selected and put on the light rings had angry energy as hot and sticky as lava burst out from their bodies, and then swallowed them up like a blazing flame.
The angry flames seem to have been given entities. They are crawling on the human skin, expanding, contracting, and extending; they are constantly changing their shapes, just like amorphous slimes. They are vivid at this moment. They are no longer a certain energy or the embodiment of a certain physical phenomenon, but become more like a living, tangible, visible and tangible creature.
The light ring will always find its user and teach them how to use the energy of anger.
Using the lamp ring as the middle bridge, it promotes the further extension of the wearer's soul plasticity, builds a mental skeleton for it, and guides and integrates the rolling and surging anger energy, so that the emotional energy fuel generated by anger becomes an extension of one's own body. Just like the body uses the arms, just like the arms use the fingers.
The whole process is fool-proof. As long as the user wears the light ring, even if the user does not understand any technical principles and scientific knowledge at all, it is a super technical black box product that can be used without any obstacles.
The flames gradually dissipated, and a tall being that resembled a human being, with a pitch-black body and a slender body of nearly three meters, walked out of the scattered sparks one after another. The flames attached to the body had long been transformed into a body of pitch-black armor, making their fragile human bodies Protect it.
The hideous black armor is covered with terrifying sharp spikes. The armor attached to the face seems to be a demon that has returned from hell and is grinning at the world. Emotional energy with anger as its source flows slowly through the joints under the armor. As he stood, the windless flame cloak behind him buzzed.
The heads of those pitch-black figures were burning with blazing fire, and the steam and heat emitted from their bodies seemed to burn out everything in the world.
So many years of oppression must be repaid!
Let them also taste the suffering we have suffered
The burning is not strong enough
Let us set a fire as much as we can in this life that is like a candle in the wind! Hahahahahaha
revenge! revenge! revenge!
Disorienting whispers echoed in the thick, hot angry energy.
There are roars of blood and tears of accusation, there are crazy laughters, and there are also roars of extreme anger.
However, under the secret stirring of a certain huge consciousness, the hidden differences in these voices were constantly eliminated, and finally converged into a more unified goal.
Make a big aaaagh!
Thousands of people roared in unison, the sound was like a tidal wave.
The slender humanoids wearing black armor charged at the front, and the red and fiery angry energy seemed to become an extension of their bodies. As their minds changed into any desired form, sparks exploded in the insect tide, The fire dragon writhes and devours wave after wave of insect-men, and a tornado of fiery flames rises from the ground.
As more and more people put on light rings and join the battlefield, the previously shaky red crowd is gradually gaining a firm foothold on the battlefield. The black tide representing the insect swarm is rolling forward in waves, and the two waves are at once. It was smashed, divided, and destroyed every time.
But the impasse is only temporary.
If there is no light ring, the emotional energy fuel output by personal emotions is very limited, and it is not even enough to burn for a long time, or it will disappear in a few days.
Passion fades, hatred fades, and anger eventually burns out.
Humans are more forgetful creatures than you think.
Many things that you think you may remember for a lifetime may be swept out of your life in just three days.
, only occupying a little place in the corner of memories.
Not taking keyboard warriors as an example, even an ordinary netizen with a normal personality would hardly remember what he retweeted on Weibo three days ago and what kind of ambition he posted on Weibo; if someone hadn’t deliberately If he mentions it, or if he suddenly wants to look at his original blog records, I'm afraid he will never forget what kind of ambition he made when he was filled with righteous indignation and passion.
Fortunately, this world does not require everyone to do what they say, otherwise there will be big trouble.
So people, it is not shabby to be forgetful in life.
However, with the help of Lantern Ring, everything will be different.
The light ring does not only extract energy from individual anger, its target is broader - collective blindness and fanaticism, as well as the negative emotional fuel buried in the deep sea. .
In a near-eternal endless cycle, the tragedy that happened in Night City actually happened countless times.
The cycles Christina went through were just a drop in the bucket of the nearly infinite number of cycles overall.
In that almost eternal cycle, countless people are desperately living in this world destined to extinction, trying hard to leave traces of their existence.
All sacrifices, all dedications, all unwillingness, all pain and torture, all emotions and knowledge, personality and self, will eventually sink into the deep sea where consciousness originates with the death of the victim, and become a collective Part of the sea of unconsciousness, returning to the origin, regardless of each other.
That's how it should be.
But the infinite loop nature of virtual time will not allow them to rest in peace.
After each death, their 'self' will sink into the deepest part of their personal unconsciousness as promised, waiting there to decompose and return to the sea of collective unconsciousness. However, as the abandoned history comes to an end, their time will be reset again. If you are placed at a historical point where you have fallen into virtual time, and you start over, you will form a new personality without knowing anything about it, and live a life that may be somewhat similar.
And everything about the 'self' of the previous generation - whether it is experience, emotion, unwillingness or self, will all fall into the depths of the individual's unconsciousness, settling there as waste waiting to be completely destroyed. The day it decomposes and digests and returns to the deep sea.
But at this moment, under the influence of the spiritual plague spreading everywhere, the magma that could only surge under the ground finally waited until the day it erupted.
Sure enough, these people have experienced this point in Night City more than once.
A large amount of data was refreshed in front of Wu Ming's eyes. These were all data returned by the wearers who wore light rings on the front lines. The above data faithfully reflected the reactions of each wearer, and the most eye-catching one was the energy source. Column.
That's an astronomical number.
The total amount of emotional energy fuel is wrong. Even negative fuel can provide far more energy than a person can normally accumulate in a lifetime. This order of magnitude is more like what has been accumulated over thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Combining the memories that Wu Ming saw when he dived into the depths of other people's hearts, as well as those different selves that were almost like multiple personalities, he could already determine that it was the cyclical mechanism of abandoned history that affected them.
This time, Elizabeth had a rare brain circuit channel and was on the same channel as Wu Ming. The blue-haired girl standing aside frowned slightly, and there was a little sadness on her beautiful face: She was trapped in an infinite cycle of reincarnation but could not get relief. But why on earth? To do such a cruel thing
Her words made Wu Ming fall into deep thought. The latter quietly looked at the countless data flashing in front of him. His mind could not help but think of the few times he had discussed the abandoned history with the director. He subconsciously summoned a bottle of Coke and sipped it. Voice: As long as the world cannot be saved, there is infinite possibility of a comeback
When he just listened to the director's dictation about things related to virtual time, Wu Ming had no real sense of the detachment from abandoned history. After all, the world he handled had also successfully detached himself.
He was somewhat disapproving of the difficulty of abandoning history to grasp the hope of escaping from virtual time, thinking that it was nothing more than that. However, after seeing the scene deep in Acha's heart, he changed his perception.
There are countless Ocha discarded there - maybe each of them is just a waste product after the cycle ends, but from another perspective, every Ocha abandoned there was once a struggle in this doomed world of pills. People who try their best to survive
Ah Cha is just a microcosm. Apart from him, the people in Night City and even the entire earth who are still surviving tenaciously are trying their best to stay alive, fighting against this cruel world all the time, trying to get out of a world with their own strength. bright future.
The weight of this sentence is truly heavy.
Before she finished speaking, Elizabeth's expression suddenly changed. Then she opened her mouth wide as if an exclamation mark suddenly appeared on her head, tugged on Wu Ming's sleeves, and said very fast: Big brother, big brother! Your son has contacted me!
puff! Wu Ming almost spit out the Coke he just drank in his mouth. He coughed and wiped his mouth and asked: Has the spiritual link been restored? ! How is the situation over there at the Incarnation of Thoughts?
I'll get through to him for you. Elizabeth started working enthusiastically, moving her hands back and forth in the void. An invisible but intangible but actually existing connecting line was gradually established as the girl worked back and forth.
As a burst of inexplicable noise came from the mental level, Wu Ming felt that a new consciousness was connected to his mental link. When this familiar connection port was established, he immediately felt the sound coming from the other side. Got a consciousness.
Father! I miss you so much!
