Chapter 230 Group AB (Part 2)

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"Huo!"

Ronan suddenly woke up from the bed. He had just taken a shower, but his body was already covered with a thin layer of sweat. This was due to the shock.

The two viewing angles of the cat's eye and the human-faced spider clearly show the scene in the ruins. At this moment, the world with Tian Bang as the core is divided into a clear three-layer structure with blood flames and format fire. The three levels seem to be separated, but the inner logic appears because of Tian Bang's existence. Subtle unity.

What supports the essence of the Burner's power is undoubtedly the "prototype format", the "format theory high imitation" stolen by Yan Hong and Quantum Company.

However, what was presented to him was really the prototype format?

Ronan turned sideways and pointed at the notebook on the bedside table. The two notebooks are together, with his black notebook on the top and his grandfather's experimental records on the bottom.

He reached over and pulled out the book below, his fingertips brushing against the slightly bulging and deformed cover. After a pause, he opened the cover, revealing the classic tetrahedron and its three-layer structure of inscribed and circumscribed spheres on the title page.

There was no light in the room, but Ronan's eyes and mind were fully illuminated. The textures and lines of the graphics were all clear, and the slight strokes and bends were all vividly visible.

Of course, there are also sixteen-character formulas: My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace; my heart is called a mirror, my heart is called a country.

The graphics and text are so familiar that they are engraved in the soul. But at this moment, my fingertips were clearly touching, but I felt like there was an invisible barrier between them.

At this time, due to the continuous intense scenes, the task window has become more active than ever. Paper-cutting and Xue Lei both actively expressed their opinions, while Maoyan's judgment was more bold:

"It looks like a superhuman being."

She didn't say which one it was, because whether it was Tian Bang or Morun, both offense and defense had exceeded the limits of the architect level, at least in her opinion.

Paper-cut agrees: "In Morun's heyday, he was only one step away from becoming a transcendent being. Now, with his irreversible determination, Burning Soul may be able to touch the threshold of a transcendent species... Secretary He, what do you think?"

He Yueyin avoided the question of extraordinary species and responded: "Tian Bang should be stronger. In the early mechanical transformation, his body transformation ratio had exceeded 60, but he was able to gradually improve his body through experiments day after day. Mastering the power of the prototype format, without even borrowing movement technology, is a miracle in itself and groundbreaking."

At this time, everyone saw that Morun, who was located directly in front of Tian Bang, was really incompatible with the "red, white and black" three-layer structure, and of course, he was subjected to unprecedented rejection and pressure.

During the discussion, Morun's skinny body seemed to be pressed into the deep sea in an instant. Under the squeeze of the terrifying air pressure from all directions, it twisted and deformed, and then collapsed.

"call……"

The sound of gentle exhalation sounded, surprisingly clear. With the breath, Morun turned into a ghost and appeared on Tian Bang's flank, his posture was the same as before.

"Senseless obsession... people who have already entered the incinerator!" As he spoke, Tian Bang still maintained his attack posture, but did not adjust according to Morun's shift. He still focused on the front, even though it was empty. none.

As soon as he finished speaking, Morun's body disintegrated again and shifted again. But as long as he is covered by the formatting field, it will be difficult to maintain stability for a long time in any direction.

In other words, Tian Bang has full control over his domain.

In the end, Morun returned to the front of Tian Bang and faced his attacking posture.

"It's really a 'domain', right? You're completely taking the initiative!" Paper-cutting was convinced by He Yueyin's interpretation, and combined with Maoyan's judgment, "Is Tian Bang already an extraordinary species now?"

"I'm not qualified to judge." He Yueyin still did not answer directly.

At this moment, a sentence was suddenly inserted in the task window: "The so-called 'Super Burner' is a breakthrough in the prototype format?"

It was Ronan who spoke.

Several people on the mission window knew more or less the complicated relationship between him and the "Prototype Format", and the atmosphere of the discussion was suddenly suffocated.

Ronan was obviously asking He Yueyin, but the latter did not respond.

In this regard, Ronan continued to ask: "How far has the research on the prototype format progressed?"

His thoughts are reflected in the virtual task window through the Lingbo Network, and can be perceived by others. The corresponding mood and will seemed to penetrate the space and reach another corner of the city.

This is an office of about 20 square meters. The desks, chairs and furniture are all in a modern and simple style. The lines are sharp and bright, as if the two-dimensional design drawings were directly transferred over, lacking actual texture.

The only vivid presence in the office is He Yueyin. At this time, she was sitting quietly on the office chair. The light screen on her desk was always on. In addition, four or five virtual screens were projected simultaneously by the projector, representing various matters being handled.

At the same time, outside the office, people are also coming and going, providing assistance and services to the "brain center" here.

It has only been a month since He Yueyin entered this kind of office mode, but she has gradually become accustomed to this rhythm. She is also able to handle three to five matters at the same time, involving associations, government affairs, family and other fields, with ease.

But at this moment, she came to a rare standstill, her eyes blank, a little tired, and a little powerless.

Soothing people has never been her area of ​​expertise.

She just sat quietly for a moment, not handling any tasks on the virtual desktop, nor responding to Ronan. She just turned her bracelet to activate a certain function. The pupils shrank slightly, adjusting and filtering the light, so that she could see a virtual interface that had just been set up in the air - and only she could see it.

On the interface, a regular tetrahedral graphic was displayed, with a translucent letter "b" rotating inside. He Yueyin reached out and checked the palm fingerprints, body temperature, special waveband and other information one by one. After two seconds, it passed the classified identification. , the next level page opens, and the relevant database is also open to her.

"Tian Bang, code name tbx, real-time status monitoring."

Soon, a virtual humanoid appeared on the side of the interface. Various marking lines point out the relevant data of key parts, and there are also a large number of formulas and instructions flowing through it.

He Yueyin roughly scanned the relevant entries and pondered in silence.

At this time, the bracelet vibrated and communication was connected. After turning on the invisible interface, all incoming calls were encrypted communications. He Yueyin scanned them and connected them.

"Hello, Dr. Pan."

"Hello, Ms. He. I just noticed that you entered the system query page. It is rare, so I came to ask."

"Well, congratulations, Dr. Pan, you have made a breakthrough in your research."

"Yes, Tian Bang is in Xia City. This kid will be very happy to know that you are paying attention to him." A hearty laugh came from the other side, "There is indeed good progress so far. This is the credit of everyone in Group B. , and it is also a victory for the entire research system.”

"Yes, it's a victory for the system."

He Yueyin echoed in a low voice, which was more a reinforcement of his own thoughts than a response.