At nine o'clock in the morning at Zeishi Beach, due to the thick fog permeating the sea, some sunlight was somewhat blocked. The boundary between light and shadow on the beach was not clear enough, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass. People subconsciously felt that maybe this moment would be less. Dropped a lot of details.
So at this moment, thousands of pairs of eyes from all over the world are desperately staring at this private beach, like thousands of searchlights. Although everyone has a different position and idea, at this moment, they have indeed achieved something. Instant synergy:
I wish I could fully illuminate the details here, especially the small area in Ronan's palm.
The emotion was so strong that the shots of Shi Xinhe and Zhang Yingying seemed to be unable to bear it and began to shake violently. On the other hand, it was very consistent with the current state of mind of most people.
In fact, the lens of Shi Xinhe, who is currently standing face to face with Ronan on the beach, has been tilted to some extent. Fortunately, Zhang Yingying is still there, realizing the linkage and projecting this absurd and incomprehensible scene into people's horizons. middle.
It can also be seen from Zhang Yingying's lens that Shi Xinhe at this time is like an old machine soaked in sea water, with all the joints in his body rusted to death. He maintains a posture of probing his hands, and the fire of style on it is shaking weakly. It barely reflected the cluster in Ronan's palm, but he made no next move.
He doesn't know what to do next
Shi Xinhe didn't move, Luonan moved.
The latter's palm, burning with "flame", stretched forward a certain distance, and the edge of his palm was in contact with Shi Xinhe's thumb, basically keeping it on a flat surface.
The two clusters of pattern fires burning separately were blown by the sea breeze. After a few swayings, the flames came into contact and suddenly expanded...
At this moment, many people behind the live broadcast screen had their eyelids twitching, squinting or closing their eyes, or opening them wider:
About to explode?
No, the two flames "just" blended together, and no distinction or difference could be seen between them.
Ronan kept his voice calm: "Keep this state, let's make some fine adjustments..."
"Idiot!"
The paper-cut smelled fragrantly again, and the swelling and blending flames seemed to turn into lightsabers that pierced his eyes, causing him to tilt his head upward, but he forgot that the bench he was sitting on was next to the wall.
There was a muffled sound, and the back of the head was hit hard.
The paper-cut didn't hurt for a moment, and even the hum was muffled in the throat. I just felt that the scene in the projection area in front of me was swaying and undulating, extremely ridiculous.
Zhai Weiwu next to him is also blinking. Although he is young, he lives in this circle and has a wide range of knowledge. Of course, he is still a child after all, and he only knows one side of some things:
"This is the fire of style, right? Brother Luo Nan also learned the tricks of Secretary He and Guard Gao?"
Gothe will probably cry when he hears this title.
The paper-cutting mind wanders back and forth, randomly weaving various illogical scene fragments. At this time, the pain of hitting the wall in the back of the head was really transmitted from the nerve endings to the center.
He gasped and covered his head, but he became more awake. His mind unconsciously turned to his group of friends, hoping to get some "support" from there.
No matter what.
However, the only thing in the group was the tragic situation of the passing tsunami.
There are some "expressions" that are dull, frightened, or even inappropriate for the picture, as well as some fragmentary words such as "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Just like everyone's minds, they were all in disarray and trembling under the blazing white fire that Ronan and Shi Xinhe supported together.
As the first person to deliver the news in the group, Paper Cut felt that it was his responsibility to sort out the logic. However, as soon as the thoughts were formed into words, he was convinced that this was the stupidest guess ever:
"Nanzi...has he accepted the transformation?"
At the same time, in a group that was not very clear about paper cutting, someone in the Deep Blue World investor video conference raised almost the same question.
Not even a second later, sneers and ridicules followed: "You mean, Yan Hong was so happy that he fainted?"
"But how do you explain this?"
The person who was criticized slapped the table: "That guy Yan Hong just said that the movement and the corresponding transformation technology are two levels of barriers for each authority level. That researcher is the second level, it should be the fourth level, now What does this mean to him? Is he high and low?
"Then what are we doing here with authority and generation? Is it a joke?"
Some were a little calmer and spoke more gently, but their meaning was also echoing: "Deep Blue needs to give an explanation. I suggest convening a temporary meeting of the board of directors to let the technical officer and operating officer explain." "Do you still have to wait for the meeting? Save some time."
Herman, who participated in another disturbing meeting, joined in the condemnation, and the young man's behavior was more direct: "I contacted Wang Yu and Li Wei... In addition, I think the so-called experts need to change their nerves and be stronger. of."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Hong fainted. In front of the commentary camera, which had been vacant for a long time, a conspicuous bald head appeared in the camera. His face was expressionless and he nodded to the camera:
"I'm sorry for the accident. I hope I can satisfy everyone next time."
Many people at the conference knew this guy:
Bald Jeff, an important scientist in Deep Blue and Apocalypse Laboratories, an authority on movement technology, and occasionally appears as a spokesperson for the laboratories.
Herman has some friendship with Jeff, but that doesn’t mean he accepts this substitution:
"Jeff, it's time for Levi to take action on this kind of thing! We never want our trillion-level investment to sink into the sea of the deep blue world!"
"Mr. Herman, and everyone, Chief Levi is indeed unable to attend the meeting. He is on the phone with Lieutenant General Joseph and has an appointment soon... But I believe that he will pay attention at any time."
Someone asked before Herman could: "That means Levi also thinks this is a big event?"
In front of the camera, Bald Jeff was more composed than usual, like a speech machine with no emotion: "From a professional and technical perspective, we still need to collect further information and analyze it - we need to know what Ronan can do." To what extent?"
It sounded like an excuse at first, but Herman caught the ominous sound from it: "You mean, Ronan really started the fire of format without accepting transformation?"
"At present..."
"Fuck your sister, he is now a Burner? A purely self-sufficient Burner who does not need to modify technology?"
Bald Jeff's eyebrows furrowed: "We can't draw conclusions lightly. And even in a broad definition, he is... This is also a very special case. No matter what he does now or what he does next, it has not proven that this case has Repeatability and generalizability.”
Herman laughed "ha": "You mean, he can do more?"
"Mr. Hermann..."
Someone suddenly interjected: "Isn't he going to format the space?"
In the video conference scene, a cold wave suddenly blew through, and among the dozen or so people present, no one spoke.
"Who's next?"
Under the live broadcast camera, Ronan completed the fine-tuning that no one could figure out except him, and then motioned to the silly geese next to him to let the ones behind him follow.
Hood, who was originally standing closer to the front, was still in a dazed and absurd state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took a step forward, but it was not as fast as other people's words.
"I come."
The speaker was a young man who looked very strong. He was wearing the same training uniform as Shi Xinhe. They should all be people who went to Ticheng to participate in safety training.
Sure enough, Shi Xinhe introduced mechanically: "Stephen, he is from the project team..."
Ronan ignored this and only let Stephen ignite the fire of format. The young man, who was at least ten years older than Ronan, stretched out his hand with an expression as if he was on a high-risk mission, letting his breath blend into the flames that had been "huged together".
"Take you as the main axis."
"Huh?" Both participants looked confused.
Ronan's gaze pointed at Shi Xinhe: "It's you, you will set up the main framework of the formatting field. I am an experimenter. In order to ensure objectivity, it is impossible for me to participate in your field."
Such objectivity!
Seeing this scene directed by Ronan, hundreds of people made complaints.
In Zhang Yingying's lens, Ronan was calm: "This level is almost enough. It can fully interfere with the spiritual and material levels at the same time, allowing the prescribed projection of the Burner to be projected into the space-time structure and remain relatively stable. It can barely be called 'Field'... keep it, yes, it's that simple."
is that a lie!
It's not just one person guessing this.
It’s not like there are so many ability users and military burners around the world who have seen the “formatted space”, or what it looks like when the “formatted field” is opened.
That glorious scene in which life energy is transformed into the most straightforward light and heat, and a framework of rules is imprinted on time and space, once you see it once, you will never forget it.
The most classic recent battle example is undoubtedly the battle where "Blood Prison" Tian Bang laid out a formatted space and used an absolute advantage to kill Morun, a veteran of the Blood Flame Order.
That battle not only pushed Tian Bang to the position of "the first person below the extraordinary species" and became famous all over the world, but also provided an excellent example and guidance for the secular military and political system to reach the highest level of extraordinary levels.
And now, although the fire of style in the palms of the three people is stably blending and the light is getting darker, it is still far different from the battle between Tian Bang and Morun?
"This...can also be considered a formatting field?" Herman asked Bald Jeff for an answer with nervousness and a hint of joy.
However, Jeff did not answer, but just stared at the live broadcast screen intently.
Ronan in front of the camera was completely indifferent to this, and still said what he said and did his thing: "You two usually work together. The gear mesh is quite good, but it is not typical enough. Next, we need to change the group. The best version is to change it...it seems that many of you are different..."
Hood, who was close at hand, had already opened his mouth: "I..."
Ronan gave a clear instruction: "Get a lower version, consider backward compatibility first."
The words that were already on Hood's lips were forcibly blocked.
The other guys didn't care. Someone immediately raised their hand: "Ticheng Coastal Defense Special Forces, Second Lieutenant, Wilson."
This is a man with beard that looks more like a pirate than a soldier.
Ronan glanced up and down: "Okay, it's your turn."
Wilson grinned, then stepped forward and stretched out his hand to draw a picture of the gourd. In this way, the four people squeezed into a small circle, which was like a cheering action before a football game. Unfortunately, it lacked enthusiasm and excitement, and was more nervous...
"Chipbo!"
There was a very clear explosion, and a "lantern flower"-like flash suddenly appeared where the four people gathered their hands. The brightness of the Format Fire Aggregate, which had been steadily brightening before, suddenly rose and then dropped significantly, making it appear that the light and darkness were uncertain.
"Hey..." Zhang Yingying, who was on one side, let out a low cry in her throat and forced it back. Her reaction was very representative.
"There are incompatible reactions in the intergenerational architecture." Bald Jeff explained in a timely manner during the video conference.
"Did you fail?" At least two people said at the same time, impatiently.
Before Jeff could respond, in the live broadcast, dozens of tiny flying ant-like objects were seen floating in the air outside Ronan, making a buzzing sound. In the next second, it was like being hit by the "fire" between the four of them. Attracting, coiling and falling towards the place where the light is strongest.
It was really invested.
However, the light of form transformed from the blazing life energy does not seem to have any lethality. Allowing these little things to be thrown in, emerge, and circle around is like performing a magic show.
The only visible change is: the swaying flames have become stable and thick again, reflecting a layer of light film on the faces and bodies of the four people around them.
"Is this a cover-up?"
"Those little things, are they slicers?"
"Did he really control it? On what basis?"
Among investors, some continue to have strong doubts, but most of them tend to be more realistic. Because of this, bald Jeff was pressed with repeated inquiries.
Jeff is not a strict man, he doesn't respond to requests, and he doesn't talk nonsense. No matter how anxious the participants were, he, the commentator, could not move at all - in fact, most of his energy was spent on communicating with key players.
Some time ago, he had transmitted dozens of monitoring and testing projects to Hu De, who was directly under the Tianqi Laboratory, and asked them to implement them no matter what.
No matter how good the live broadcast is, it will not be more real and reliable than these data.
The problem is that Hood has never been able to rely on him!
Hood, who had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, began to feel a little anxious.
Hood has already done the projects that can be observed and tested at close range, and the rest must be personally participated in order to be perceived and recorded - of course, they are also the most important.
He also couldn't figure out whether Ronan's exclusion of him several times was intentional.
You know, the decision-making power of the experiment rests with Ronan alone.
This is by no means the only "experimental tool" like him.
Hood put himself in his shoes. If he could find this kind of opportunity, this kind of scene, this kind of incident, even if the military AB team had some ambiguity before, they would probably have to force themselves into it now.
Is it difficult to find dozens of Burners in such a big city?
Besides, there is the Pacific Fleet all around and the Sky Fleet above. I am really desperate. Several metropolises in the Pacific Rim have formed an organized Deep Blue Walker combat group. Believe it or not, they will be airdropped within three hours?
