Shadow cockroach?
Ronan should have seen this or a similar name in the database about extraterritorial species, but he had no memory and no further reaction.
His energy has been squandered on supporting and analyzing the evolution of advanced rules, and the little bit left was also consumed on the previous response to the "Shadow Cockroach"'s killing move that cut the void.
He had indeed blocked the first wave of killings: the dozens of slicing instruments that had become waste on the ground were equivalent to blocking the disaster on behalf of Ronan, Lieutenant Shang Min, and Sir Shi Yuan.
But the second wave...
Ronan watched helplessly as the "body" of the Shadow Cockroach appeared in the void, just like a stretched demonic shadow, trying to swallow up the "frozen life" device and the outer cabin at the critical moment, as well as the three people involved. Down.
At this moment, a strong light burst out in this area.
Thanks to the full-face helmet and metal visor, which filtered light particles, Ronan's vision was only blurry for a moment, and the panoramic simulated vision returned to normal, except for the addition of thermal imaging noise caused by strong light.
The important thing is that there is something missing...
Shang Min's calm words sounded: "The flash ray hit, and the reaction of the Shadow Bladder's complex structure disappeared."
"Holy shit, how did you do that!" Xianzhu's Tianyuan-style swear words were spread wantonly on the channel.
Ronan also wanted to learn from him - who could explain why that terrifying fantasy species that could easily tear apart the void was wiped out as soon as a wave of bright light passed by?
This surprise even gave him a new stimulus, and he managed to cheer up again. He glanced at the short information description displayed on the virtual interface of his left eye at the right time:
Shadow cockroaches are an extraterrestrial species. When they enter other time and space planes, they will most likely tear apart the space and time structure and react with the environment of the invaded area to form a composite body. They are relatively fragile and afraid of strong light.
Ronan was even more dizzy. Looking at this explanation, it seemed...
"Good job!" Shang Min, in his busy schedule, turned to say this. This is the real deal. Xianzhu's emotional reaction just now was not directed at Shang Min who followed the rules, but was simply because of Ronan's method of forcibly closing the rift in time and space.
Unfortunately, Ronan was destined to be unable to answer him.
At that moment, Ronan could be said to have no thought at all. It was completely instinctive. Through the "slicer", he mobilized all the surrounding configuration modules that could be used. Is he probably making a small "time and space barrier"?
He really had no memory. In his state, when the space-time structure he relied on was torn apart and his whole person was about to collapse, there was no way he could think calmly!
Ronan's thoughts became increasingly erratic. Otherwise, precious time would not be wasted on Xianzhu's somewhat inappropriate reaction. Of course, Ronan's "focus" is too demanding at this stage. He can control his upper and lower eyelids without fighting, which can be said to be strong-willed.
The changes in the situation are not dependent on his state and will, but one after another, one after another...
"Reel No. 2, speed limit is 4."
Shang Min's concise but completely compliant instructions came in. Ronan hit another exciting zero, and his consciousness that was tending toward chaos temporarily regained its direction. At this moment, he couldn't even move a hair from top to bottom. If he tried to do it, he would probably fall directly back to the earth. Only in thinking, I roughly grasped the corresponding configuration structure and tried to adjust the relevant equipment, but...
Ronan was in a daze again: Something seems to be missing?
Yes, there are not enough slicing instruments. He carried a total of 132 slicing instruments. Currently, more than half of them are used as scapegoats, turned into waste and scattered on the ground.
Oh, it’s not enough, it can be done anyway... The corresponding thought only took a moment, and it was already implemented without much deep consideration.
The Ronan Xingshen frame interacts with the external vertical collar movement, converting its own power into material bands such as electromagnetic waves, controlling the remaining forty or so "slicers", adjusting their positions in the cabin, and forming a relatively closed force. The field structure allows the soul power to shuttle through it.
This is the basic idea and requirement of the Tianyuan Empire's military code of conduct. Ronan still followed the basic idea, but the lack of material conditions meant that he would not be able to fully meet the standards of Cao Dian.
The operation that was already pressing the line, in this case, directly penetrated the safety line.
Unsurprisingly, the vertical collar movement alarmed and attempted to correct.
The problem is, even if Ronan is extremely weak and reaches his physical and mental limits almost at the same time, with his extraordinary attainments in soul power, how can it be possible for a mere plug-in movement to limit him?
After entering the "game scene", Ronan abides by discipline and obeys the constraints, just out of respect for the Tianyuan system and hoping to get a more complete experience - but now he is exhausted and in a daze, how can he care so much? The natural operation, crossing the limitations of the vertical collar movement, is only equivalent to crossing a small threshold.
And then...then it got out of hand.
In a semi-drowsy state, all of Ronan's execution logic was subordinate to his personal instinct, and he would do whatever he felt familiar and comfortable with.
The soul power spread out in the void. Ronan didn't even pay attention to the specific operation of the soul power. After limiting the speed of the No. 2 axis, he completely said goodbye to the word and concept of "control" and just let himself go. Integrated into the soul power, there is no distinction.
The eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind all spread out with the expansion of soul power, naturally increasing the scope and level of Ronan's observation and induction.
In a sense, Ronan is getting weaker and weaker, but also getting clearer.
Under the spiritual eyes of "pure induction", the inside and outside of the relay station, the surrounding battlefields, the three parties involved in the conflict, and even the rules and sources of power allocated by each are all presented in an unprecedented "panoramic" appearance.
What should be blurry is still blurry, but the big outlines and big patterns that connect and penetrate vertically and horizontally are something Ronan has never experienced since entering the "game scene".
The expansion of soul power is so rapid. In just a flash of thought, the complicated battle situation surrounding the relay station was left in Ronan's mind. With his mind's scope awareness, he naturally had to improve his level.
Spiritual ocean, abyss area, extreme area...
It turns out that here, the level division of the spiritual realm is also consistent?
Maybe this is the universal truth?
Ronan didn't look too closely and only knew roughly that the spiritual ocean and abyss here were much more "organized" than those on Earth. The three-story areas have similarities and differences, like exotic scenery, which is quite interesting. But I couldn't remember much at the same time, and I didn't have the energy to distinguish. It became more and more like falling into a dream, drifting to the extreme realm...
At least, Ronan felt it was almost at this level.
But in a daze, the so-called "Extreme Realm" was completely different from Ronan's impression. The difference was so big that he couldn't ignore it or get around it in his current state.
It seems that they won't let him go either.
That's...chaos!
Unexplainable chaos, fundamental disorder, and indescribable distortions, like graffiti, splashed paint, and haphazardly cut curtains, spread out wantonly, boundlessly, filling the field of vision... to be precise, all sensory dimensions All, not even a single ounce of room is left.
Moreover, it is still approaching, and it seems that it is going to stuff this ultimate chaos into your eyes and even all your cognition.
Ronan was so startled that he woke up a little.
Extreme domain? This layer of rag-like stuff?
It was difficult for Ronan to accept that this kind of filth and absurdity was related to the far-reaching and empty extreme realm that he had always known. But the fact is that this chaotic and filthy element sits at the highest point of the spiritual level, above the abyss area and the spiritual ocean, and is still seeping down, affecting the abyss area, the spiritual ocean, and every area and every area within it. individual.
Including Ronan.
Just looking at the limited time in the past, he seemed to be covered in filth, and his soul power seemed to have been soaked in dirty, smelly water, losing its clarity and spirituality.
A feeling of boredom and nausea exploded deep in his heart. Ronan wanted to "close his eyes" and not look, but at the moment of "avoidance", countless eyes full of inexplicable emotions stared at him. It seemed that he was one of them. …
It's like looking into a mirror that has been heavily graffitied, or the mirror itself is made up of countless eyes. In Ronan's current state, he still has to try to find a reason for this encounter. It is really such a mess. It exceeded the limit of what he could endure.
The problem was, his efforts were quickly overwhelmed.
The disordered logic continues to expand, and Ronan almost believes that he is already split: observation and feeling are broken, thinking and imagination run counter to each other, and even instinct is at a loss in this chaos...
At this moment, a sharp alarm sounded.
Ronan snorted miserably, but his consciousness was extracted from the chaos a little, and he made a vague judgment: it was not from the relay station, but from the "inner universe" simulator.
Immediately, before Ronan could hear the specific message, his eyes suddenly went dark, as if the system had crashed and the screen was black.
No reboot, no reboot!
Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat had already wet the hair on the back of his head. At this moment, the beating frequency of his heart was already causing friction in his organs.
This is evil! Evil pollution!
Ronan thought about this answer almost immediately, but just when he clarified the concept in his mind, on the "black screen" that erased all information, the maddening disorder and dirt were erased again. The painting was deeply engraved in front of his eyes and deep in his heart. Just its existence itself played a frightening role.
"Idiot!"
The curse word blurted out again, and Ronan's body bounced up, waving his hands vigorously to get rid of these things that were more annoying than mosquitoes and flies in the dark.
After waving his arms twice, Ronan suddenly woke up. This time he really woke up.
The thin quilt slipped off the body, the quiet and spacious room with the gentle sound of water, and the battlefield environment where he was wearing exoskeleton armor, braving the rain of fire from the sky, and interlaced information from multiple channels.
