When Zhang Yingying walked around the dangerous coastline, abandoned her jet ski, and came to Ronan's side panting slightly, Zeishi Beach, a famous high-end private resort beach in Ticheng, had completely changed beyond recognition.
In the forefront area, the Deep Blue Walker experimental machine controlled by Shi Xinhe was fighting against Meng Chong, who was almost on fire.
Originally, both sides were warriors, especially Meng Chong, who was considered a well-known physical powerhouse. However, at the moment, they did not display any exquisite combat skills at all, only the most primitive wrestling collision.
Even so, violent energy erupted that shook the beach, flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun.
On Zhang Yingying's side, especially when she looked at the beach from the angle of Ronan's area, she couldn't help but feel similar to someone before:
Is it just a sandbox of chess pieces, or a war chess game?
Everyone on the beach is like a chess player. There is no subjective initiative. Ronan just sets up the formation, everyone takes his position, clicks and moves, and makes moves to calculate the ball...
Ronan seemed to be still thinking about the next move and made no move.
Zhang Yingying didn't have time to think too much. She came here after all the hard work not to watch the fun, but to receive a message from His Majesty the Emperor Wu and came here to report:
"The boss is afraid of disturbing you, so let me tell you, most of the other people are knowledgeable, and she will help you keep an eye on it. You can control the situation yourself, don't be too concerned, and don't let some people set the pace."
"Some people?" Ronan had a rough idea of the changing thoughts in the Abyss, but he really didn't know which ones they were.
"Well, some are okay, but there are still some uneasiness..."
Halfway through her words, she didn't know if it was a warning from His Majesty Emperor Wu, but she stuck out her tongue and said no more. But he couldn't bear it for a few seconds, and he still actively hinted:
"Just a few diamond pieces."
"Diamonds?"
Ronan was quite clear at first, but when Zhang Yingying got around to it, he was really confused.
"You're behind the times... forget it, I'll tell you later, don't be distracted!"
Ronan stopped talking and just nodded slightly.
To say that he is basically in the right mind, compared to the time in Xia City, today's heavyweight observers are already quite polite. Or maybe Ronan is basically accustomed to this aspect?
His Majesty the Emperor Wu reminded him promptly, and Ronan's control was also in place. Most importantly, the continuously modified sand table and the chess pieces trained for several hours gradually formed the prototype of the three-party confrontation he needed.
Ronan was originally pursuing a relatively closed time structure. Once the basic form is right, it will naturally show the effect of void distortion and closure. It has a certain shielding effect on the prying eyes of those who are curious or have bad intentions.
Nowadays, when the "cage" theory is becoming popular, forced spying and contact at the mental level, called "sexual harassment", have considerable theoretical basis.
Similar thoughts flashed and were quickly suppressed.
Ronan continued to stare at the sand table in front of him.
While most people are still attracted by the "wrestling" on the beach front, they don't know that the real subject of confrontation is the invisible domain structure on the beach and the fog that has begun to flow and disperse on the sea.
Although the "Hell Tyrant"-style impact force represented by Meng Chong is still a bit specious, at this stage, it still completed the oppressive task well, like a heavy hammer, smashing the originally loose domain structure. deformation
, but also stronger.
As a result, these people on the beach finally had a somewhat "war field" attitude. Ronan took advantage of the situation and used a slicing device to glue them together, and added some fantasy-like configurations to make them more in line with the basic shape of the relay station in the dream.
As for the "mica" constructed by the surrounding sea fog, it is undoubtedly far worse than its true form. It was this gap that caused the collision between the two to seriously deviate from the appearance in Ronan's memory.
But it doesn't matter. Only when deviations are found can we start to correct them.
At this time, Ronan felt that the difficulty of the current work had become somewhat less difficult.
In his opinion, the previous preparation work is like making proofs and building models, like the last big question on the math test paper. If you know it, you know it, and if you don’t, you don’t know it. Everything must be made out of nothing, and everything must be done logically. complete.
Now, after all, there is a basic framework for reference, and there are also some plausible answers to choose from, similar to choosing fill-in-the-blank questions, of course, it takes a lot of brainpower. Even if you make a mistake for a while, it doesn't matter. No one will deduct points. At most, if one piece breaks, you can just start over.
And this is a bit like the situation in the fog maze. Ronan is more familiar with similar fragment puzzle work.
With the computing power currently mobilized by Ronan, the speed of advancement is quite fast, and he has a clearer understanding of the basic configuration and outline of mica.
Of course, it is impossible to get it right in one step. Ronan has never had such extravagant hopes. He just wants to consolidate the foundation a little more. It is no longer a large-scale "full simulation state", but a real leap.
Take that step from the relatively simple saturated water vapor structure of the material layer to the life layer...
Cough, obviously I’m overthinking this.
There is no need to actually act on the material state, a simple "pseudo-leap" at the configuration level is enough. He is also satisfied with the stable matrix simulated configuration like stupid sand that can withstand the test.
Is it possible that we really hope to create a magneto-optical mica by force?
With such a standard in mind, Ronan felt that it was not too far away from achieving his goal. He had this feeling.
Still a little bit, a little bit...
A leap is a qualitative change, just "a little bit". It may require much greater accumulation than before, or it may even require a complete overhaul.
But Ronan had a strong hunch, an intuition based on solid configuration design, which might be regarded as the "spirituality" that the "Fantasy School" values very much:
The direction should be correct, just a little bit!
Then do your work more solidly.
Next to her, Zhang Yingying narrowed her eyes and half-covered her forehead with her palms to block the whirlwind of sand that was coming towards her face. She tried hard to locate her "son", but she could not help but feel worried.
The only thing that reassured her was that the "chess pieces" on the sand table, except for the two at the front, all stayed where they were as the background, so as not to step on the stupid sand.
But she didn't know what would happen next.
Zhang Yingying turned her head to ask a question, but held it back for fear of causing interference. At this time, Ronan felt like a focused conductor, fingering the rocker in the empty air, with a small amplitude, very restrained, and very Calm, but more involved than before, as if he was watching indifferently.
No corresponding changes can be seen on the sand table, but...
Zhang Yingying frowned and looked up at the sky:
It's cloudy.
The sun, which was still barely able to penetrate the foggy clouds and show some sense of presence, completely disappeared behind the clouds after a round of flying sand and rocks just now...
In fact, the boundaries and divisions of the clouds are now almost invisible, only a gloomy leaden gray.
Zhang Yingying could also feel that the humidity in the atmosphere was obviously increasing and the air pressure was also decreasing. This should be a continuous development process, but it was overwhelmed by the earlier momentum of the wind and sand, and it is only now barely reflected.
And these are not the main ones. Zhang Yingying found that the most critical factors in this series of changes are:
"Thunder?" She murmured. Because the vibration in the atmosphere was too weak, she was not sure. Maybe it was an illusion.
"Oh, it's an illusion."
"wipe!"
Zhang Yingying was shocked. She didn't expect that Ronan could hear her talking to herself and chat with her at this time: "Don't be distracted!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm quite focused. Besides, sometimes, the atmosphere is also very fragile."
"ha?"
Ronan smiled and continued his previous actions. He looked really relaxed. After a few seconds, he even pursed his lips and whistled.
He was obviously not very skilled, and his whistle was a bit broken at first, but his extraordinary physical control helped him quickly find the right path. The whistle became clearer and crisper, and then hit it with the turbulent wind and sand, making it even more exciting. It matches the current situation on the beach.
But then the tone gradually changed to a longer and lower tone, and it seemed a little empty and desolate.
This guy's mood...huh?
Zhang Yingying didn't know how to describe it for a moment. When she whistled, she should feel relaxed and happy, but she couldn't feel a similar feeling.
"The melody is good, what song is it? Sister Mo Ya's new song?" Zhang Yingying secretly used the function of listening to music to identify music, but there was no gain.
"Hum whatever you want." Ronan also paused and replied. He didn't know how he hummed...it was "blow".
Well, it's Wei Suyi's song, the song "Red Wheel". Apparently he was infected by Liang Lu.
Liang Lu was concentrating on work and was like this when he was in a good mood.
Ronan didn't like it at first. In his opinion, the music would arouse other thoughts and interfere with normal work.
However, Liang Lu spoke plausibly, saying that the School of Creation is best at precise planning, dividing brain areas, and when dealing with parallel tasks, a buffer or metronome is needed to effectively plan the task rhythm.
Anyway, it has sufficient theoretical support.
Ronan refused to comment at that time, but now, he suddenly felt...
not bad.
He searched for a feeling, then pursed his lips and blew out the sound of a song whose meaning he still didn't quite understand.
In this catchy but still not familiar tune, he felt as if he had returned to the relay station in a trance. At his work station, in that closed but unexpectedly fulfilling environment, he faced countless broken machines and suffered. With interesting and reliable comrades, the incomplete will be made whole, and the damaged will be reorganized and renovated...
Everything is familiar, smooth, and not boring, as if you can keep doing it until the entire base is full of energy!
Well, in reality there is no such work station, such base... Even the comrades seem to be just nihilistic code reconstruction.
But at this moment, in front of Ronan's eyes, there were indeed countless invisible structures, slowly changing and coordinating, causing a wonderful force to emerge.
Even though there is still a lot of disharmony in it, the invisible structures are rubbing against each other, vibrating until they are noisy and gloomy.
