Hood pursed his lips, ignoring the stimulation of the bright light, and stared at the area where the palms of Ronan and the other four people met, the increasingly dazzling flame without blinking an eye.
He was already considering the steps to join in first.
"Hey you."
Hu De suddenly woke up and felt Ronan's calm and clear gaze.
"Your strength and authority should be the highest among this group of people. Do you have any objection to being an assistant?"
Ronan's rare human concern made Hood feel uncomfortable all over. He has not forgotten that his identity is currently the most embarrassing one.
However, carrying a heavy responsibility, Hu De couldn't care about anything else and shook his head quickly: "No problem, Professor Luo, just make arrangements!"
"Okay, you join in first and get familiar with the structure. I'm ready to withdraw... The rest of the people will join us in ten seconds."
Hood's eyelids twitched, but without saying a word, he took one step forward and reached forward.
Due to the access of his breath, the brightness of the fire in the center, which had just returned to a relatively stable format, suddenly increased, like a bright light, making it difficult for normal people to look directly at it.
As the strong light spread, it seemed like a gust of hot wind was blowing up. Dozens of slicing instruments that were originally shuttled in the fire of format were blown away in an instant. Some of them burned and exploded halfway, looking extremely miserable.
"I……"
Ronan didn't say anything, but Hood's heart was beating fast.
When he was observing from the outside, he had made as many predictions and speculations as possible about the energy structure of this cluster of pattern fires. The nodes connected were also carefully considered - he didn't mean to cause damage, absolutely not!
Just the moment he joined, a large number of photons exploded in the air, and the energy leaked from it, gave him the feeling that he had accidentally damaged a delicate and fragile sealed device...
It was as if a paper lantern had been punctured.
It's so fragile, can it also be called a formatting field?
Hood couldn't even comment, so he and other participants scrambled to suppress the void energy structure that seemed to be about to fall apart. As for the testing items arranged by Bald Jeff, they were all forgotten for a while.
At this moment, Ronan withdrew his hand.
"chief!"
Shi Xinhe's call was quite tragic. In addition to the panic of seeing the core structure collapse, he also hoped that Ronan would lend a helping hand again.
Ronan didn't even look away.
Zhang Yingying's lens was very sensitive, and she immediately followed Ronan's gaze around to look at the slicing instrument that was blown into the air outside. These small metal and aggregate products undulated and bumped in the weak airflow, but ultimately maintained a dynamic balance and were scattered in an area of about ten meters in diameter.
"This is..." Zhang Yingying wanted to ask something, but Ronan turned to the camera, stretched out her hand and tapped to the side.
"Uh, I understand."
Zhang Yingying understood this and immediately moved out of the range of the slicing device with Ronan.
Looking back at the "experimental tools", they were still standing there, each one at a loss and not knowing what to do. They looked extremely pitiful.
"What's going on? The experiment... is still going on." Zhang Yingying swallowed the word "failure" hard.
"Well, it's not bad. It's just that some people are a little stiff-minded. Maybe many things usually get rounded by the movement."
"Well?"
Ronan sighed and raised his voice: "The flame is just a demonstration. It can be successful, isn't it because you are in the formatting field... Everyone behind, go in, sometimes the concentration is also important."
The group of people looked at each other in confusion, but Ronan's order still had an effect. The remaining four military elites began to approach the first few colleagues who "set fire" out of thin air.
As the distance between them continued to shrink, each other's breaths influenced and entwined with each other, and new feelings began to appear.
A second later, Hood's eyelids twitched again.
A little later, Shi Xinhe, who was designated by Ronan as the "main axis of the formatting field", subconsciously raised his hand, pointed at his palms and elbows, and passed through the blazing fire of formatting, stirring up a stream of light. spark.
Then, the excessively bright flame of format suddenly shattered.
The vast majority of the huge photons follow the second law of thermodynamics and transfer energy to the surrounding air, but a considerable part are subject to additional constraints during the spillover process, and circulate in the air along the lines of flashing and extinguishing.
Like a tungsten filament that glows when heated in a giant light bulb.
These lines were initially floating in the air with no support. However, in the blink of an eye, all the surrounding participants became part of the line...
"They're glowing!"
There are definitely not just one or two people in all regions of the world who screamed like Zhai Weiwu.
At this moment, the camera covered all the burners on the beach, and these special humans gathered together turned into luminous bodies almost simultaneously in front of thousands of viewers around the world.
One after another, twisted beams appeared on them and continued to spread. It quickly connected with the lines floating in the air, breaking away from the two-dimensional structure flowing on the body surface, and gained more significant depth penetration.
This is the visible area, what about the invisible area?
More specifically, what's inside these people's bodies?
People can't help but think about it. The blazing light radiated by these people on the beach really seems to be burning!
The area around the beach seems to have darkened. In fact, the light in the focus area of the lens is too dazzling and creates contrast.
After watching it for a long time, many people feel that their eyes are blurry and have no idea why, so they can only ask professionals.
"What's going on? What does Ronan want to do?" An agency representative participating in the video conference completely lost the idea of thinking deeply and just wanted to know the final answer.
"out of control."
Bald Jeff simply said one word. There is no need for Hood, who is trapped in the situation, to give an answer now. Through the data changes of remote monitoring, preliminary conclusions can already be drawn.
"What's out of control? Are they going to die? Are they going crazy?"
Bald Jeff frowned, but still accepted this unprofessional description, and explained: "The vital signs of the monitored person are quite stable. When I say out of control, I mainly refer to the human body energy information dominated by the movement. structure……"
"Can you please explain it more clearly! At this time, are you going around reciting the Rebirth Mantra?"
Bald Jeff glanced over coldly, and continued to explain at his own pace: "The current situation is that all the Burners on Zeolite Beach, and everyone's power, has partially escaped the regulations of the movement - simply It is said that as burners, they are still healthy and energetic, but this vitality has been separated from the settings of the movement itself and can completely do some things that cannot be calculated in the existing models and create some unpredictable things.
trouble. "
The participants were silent for a few seconds, and finally someone finally understood the deepest meaning of Bald Jeff's words: "What you mean by 'out of control' does not mean that those guys on the beach went crazy, it just means that our control collapsed. Already?"
Bald Jeff did not answer directly, but just grinned: "The good news is that everything we have seen so far is still within the relevant configuration logic category... Maybe we can quietly appreciate that these movement designs do not exist, but they are What a wonderful structural light.
"...Maybe it can be used next time it is upgraded."
There was a muffled sound in the virtual venue, and someone smashed the table, sending sound waves full of anxiety and anger.
"Control it." On the Zeolite Beach, Ronan clapped his hands and signaled Shi Xinhe and others who were rapidly transforming into "human tungsten filaments" to control themselves, "You are not wearing armor now, and the energy overflows and polymerizes... again It will really burn if you do this.”
The seven Burners in a circle looked at each other and were in a trance. At this stage, there are really only two people who can really understand their own situation.
Hood barely counted as one, but he was really distracted at the moment.
Among this group of Burners, he has the highest level of cultivation and the strongest ability, and he also has the most precise grasp of the movement system and corresponding configuration logic.
However, the more this happened, the more he became unable to resist those "light structures" that were beyond his cognitive scope, that strictly conformed to the logic of configuration, and were even more profound and sublime.
Within these structures that seem to be intermittently broken and yet vaguely integrated, I have become part of the entire structure. Whether it is the life force or the mind and consciousness, they are all moving towards areas that have never been perceived, never considered, and never imagined before. Make a deep extension without steely rigor...
No, the energy information flow model is still rigorous!
However, it is no longer those familiar and artificially designed regulations, let alone a model for movement calculation and control. But in a wider field, beyond the limits of his perception, he can do thrilling things and make perfect maneuvers and compositions that can make obsessive-compulsive disorder extremely comfortable.
The problem is that as a controller, you are really powerless.
Hood was still thinking wildly when his name was suddenly called:
"Especially you, Hood, right?"
"Well?"
"It's not enough to just be in a daze. You have the strongest ability. Although you are not a spindle, you can definitely make a valve."
"……what should I do?"
"This was originally caused by you. Is it difficult to stop it?"
The seven Burners, the seven elites, are like seven idiots at this time, or idiots who are about to be roasted from the inside out...
All viewers can see Ronan's helplessness.
He put his hands on his hips, thought for a few seconds, and then bowed his head to reality: "Forget it, now you guys find a clearer focus area. For example, the beach under your feet? Shi Xinhe, you are the main axis, it's up to you to decide! Yes! , just do something with the sand, use the fields you support..."
Shi Xinhe's scalp was covered with sweat. Looking at the sand under his feet, his mind was almost blank. As for the most impressive thing, the most profound...
By the way, that ball of maracas!
"Tum!"
The result of obviously exerting too much force was that the sand layer under the feet made a muffled sound that almost shook the entire beach. The sand raised fine waves and spread in all directions, so that even the sea water rushing up to the beach was forced down. Go back some.
However, what was also shaken was Ronan's previous arrangement. Some piles of sand were trembling and even half-collapsed.
"Wow! The Blood Flame Order has suffered a big loss now." Zhang Yingying, who was in charge of the camera, couldn't help complaining that this high-quality natural beach may not be able to withstand such a torment.
The camera quickly shifted, and Ronan kept his arms akimbo, tilting his head to show his helplessness, but in the end he didn't say anything.
In any case, part of the accumulated danger has been eliminated, right?
As for the real "victim", Meng Chong of the Blood Flame Order was talking on the phone at this time. He only raised his head and glanced at the sound, and soon fell into fast and frequent communication...
Relatively speaking, he is more sensitive to the camera.
"Look at the key points, look at the key points!" Zhang Yingying's movement of the camera made everyone in the circle of friends excited, "You are making a love story, aren't you?"
"Do you have the guts to say it again? I will turn off my phone immediately, believe it or not!"
"Sister Yingying, Aunt Zhang, we were wrong!"
During the alternative and short live broadcast communication, the camera turned back to the high-brightness core area built by the seven Burners. It looked like these "experimental tools" that were neither points nor gatherings were standing still on the spot.
Is this considered core?
Zhang Yingying certainly has objections to whether it is core or not. The real core is Luo Yuanwai, okay?
This monkey's movements are so cool!
Also, why does she feel that the most critical element is not the burner or the shiny "tungsten wire", but something else?
Her lens was slightly offset, giving a quick and eye-catching focus to the several slicers suspended in the air.
At that moment, a striking arc of light was thrown out from the highlighted area of the seven Burners. It instantly bent and circled in the surrounding air, then dimmed and disappeared after a second.
And in this short or long second, the light arc "connected" at least three slicing instrument areas, and each time was an obvious turning point.
Perfect!
Zhang Yingying gave herself a thumbs up in her heart, almost predicting the extreme commotion behind this shot.
Achievements of the master of advertising photography in the world:
Achieved!
?*??(ˊωˋ*)??*?
Not to mention how Zhang Yingying added extra drama to the slicing instrument, the dangerous brightness in the core area in most people's eyes has decreased, and after two or three meaningless over-the-top movements, Shi Xinhe began to master some basic skills.
On the beach, a "fountain" began to emerge, which was composed purely of fine sand. Its height gradually increased, and the number of sand particles involved continued to increase. However, it formed a relatively balanced cycle with the beach below.
Many people who watched the live broadcast from the beginning soon realized that Shi Xinhe was imitating Ronan's demonstration course not long ago.
The first is the sand pillar pulled up from the beach. The next step is to turn it into a "snake", twisting and turning around, but it is really difficult to control.
"It's better to stabilize it first." Hood whispered, subconsciously wanting to help.
He suddenly noticed that the speed of the renewal cycle of the fine sand fountain, which was originally operated independently by Shi Xinhe, suddenly slowed down and gradually took on a clear shape.
Hood's speech was also a reminder that when Ronan was demonstrating, these "experimental tools" were still arriving.
On the way, I must have watched all the live broadcasts, and I have more or less understanding of them, but I always have a general impression.
This is a relatively clear goal.
Two or three seconds later, the seven people began to cooperate. This was a kind of aggregation at the level of consciousness. Originally, there were established procedures for this way of shaping thoughts, and everyone had learned them.
But now, the way energy information flows has undergone profound and indulgent changes. The established procedures are no longer effective. A slight difference can make a difference.
Even if they hold the same ideas, refer to the same situation, and pursue the same goals, there will always be some differences in thinking, and compromises and modifications must be made to form a rough tacit understanding.
A consensus was reached on the first session, and the next two, three, and four... Soon, everyone discovered that this was a very torturous process.
The consensus reached in the previous link may not be the beginning of tacit understanding, but the beginning of conflict. There are so many configurations that they can feel and use at the moment. It seems that each one conforms to the previous operating procedures and can form a logically complete and clear-cut idea. This is a situation that will drive patients with difficulty in choosing crazy. !
"We have to reach a consensus, don't bet on that bullshit tacit understanding!"
Hood finally couldn't help it and spoke again: "Shi Xinhe, right? If you want to be the captain and the main axis, don't you need to communicate?"
"Of course."
The sweat on Shi Xinhe's forehead had already stuck his hair, but his words became clearer, crushing his previously confused and uneasy mental state:
"If we only need to make a sculpture, intelligently model it, and then communicate and make corrections, that's enough... and then the movement will take care of everything. But isn't what we are doing now an experiment?"
"Experiment what?"
"This is Chief Luo's problem. What we have to do is to support a formatted field."
After a pause, he emphasized: "A formatted field that is qualified, has no generational restrictions, and can operate on its own!"
As he said that, Shi Xinhe turned his head to look. In the surrounding air, there were faint traces of light filaments, which turned into a huge bowl-shaped hemispheric arc.
Above this arc, dozens of slicers are suspended, like stars in the sky, seemingly unconcerned, only staring down coldly.
In fact, each of their participants is very clear that the reason why so far, they have been extremely indulgent in life energy and have broken through the limitations of the movement, but they have still maintained relative order, and even maintained at a basically consistent logical level. It is because of the specific interference given by these little flying insect-like things at a specific location and at a specific time.
Without these little things, they would probably have become "moths" in the candlelight.
"so……"
Shi Xinhe was at a loss for words at this time. He probably knew what he should do, but he still didn't know how to do it next.
At this time, Ronan clapped his hands outside to draw their attention: "Everyone, I know what you want to do. However, Shi Xinhe is right, the 'super-configuration' ideal structure with four ends and four layers , it is not a simple pile of models. Let me give you a ready-made model... spread it out."
The seven "experimental tools" subconsciously separated. Half a second later, the cluster of stiff and twisted sand pillars at their feet began to dance like a snake, and then bent and stacked, gradually becoming angular.
Apparently, Ronan was manipulating the grains of sand.
But the problem cannot be explained so simply.
Because in the eyes of Shi Xinhe and others, under Zhang Yingying's sensitive lens, what is clearly dancing and resonating with the sand grains are the slicers suspended and flying in the air, as well as the crisscrossing light tracks.
In fact, everyone who watches this scene can find more or less:
The gradually forming sand structure formed an interconnected interaction with all the elements related to the Burner in their field of vision.
During the video conference, Herman suddenly spoke: "If we send out an action team to take measures against Ronan...will we be like the seven fools over there?"
No one answered him, including Bald Jeff.
Herman asked and answered himself: "That's right, one of them has obviously fallen into it."
A few seconds later, a ball of maracas that was almost exactly the same as what Ronan had shown took shape and floated among Shi Xinhe and others.
It can be seen that the thousands of sand grains that make up the maracas are rotating in an orderly manner on the smooth spherical surface - however, they are not in one direction at all, but a complex circulation system similar to the circulation of the earth's atmosphere.
Just seeing this made a bunch of people feel numb.
"Are you ready? I'm letting go."
Similar words came and the seven "experimental tools" were really going to collapse.
The key is, Ronan did what he said, and the control power like arms and fingers was instantly released.
The maracia ball, which was originally round and round, immediately made a super ugly deformation and sank downwards!
The seven people in the circle squatted down almost simultaneously and stretched out their hands to catch it... Fortunately, the maracas did not touch the ground and hung dangerously.
"You can feel free to try boldly, really! Even if there is any problem, the slicing instrument will be the first to collapse."
Ronan encouraged them from outside the circle, but before he finished speaking, a slicing device above their heads burned again and was shattered in the strong light and flames.
Someone in the circle exclaimed...
It was the pirate-looking officer Wilson.
He got off to a bad start, causing at least two other people to let out short, low screams.
These military elites, who have undergone rigorous training and screening, and have gone through hardships to complete the transformation of Burners, behave like a group of young girls who have just stepped into society.
(￣_￣“)
There was no other way. Ronan could only console him: "It doesn't matter. There are still dozens of them. You are all safe until the explosion is over."
As he said this, he checked the time and found that the current progress was slightly behind his expectations. Maybe he should coordinate and open up a second battlefield so that some steps can be carried out simultaneously.
With this thought in mind, he turned to look at the thick fog on the sea and began to ponder deeper issues.
It's just that he thought deeply and spoke a little casually. Stimulated by his words, the fragile balance completely constructed in nothingness shook again, and the slicer exploded 4 or 5 times in a row.
"..."
Ronan spread his hands helplessly: "There's no need to be nervous, okay? It's just a temporary team-building activity. Just treat it as if you were playing ball together. Just drop it on the ground and start over."
"Believe me, the beach you are on is currently the most suitable environment for you. You should be like a fish in the water here, and everything you wish will come true. Come on, smile!"
Ronan received seven awkward and stiff smiles.
