Is this magneto-optical mica?
Ronan didn't have a definite answer for a while.
Even though his spiritual observation can be called the pinnacle of the earth, it is still very difficult to capture more details and even decisive evidence in this wonderful magnetic structure.
This is determined by the breadth, precision and level of perception.
Fortunately, compared to others, Ronan still has a fundamental advantage - the current wonderful existence was, after all, produced step by step by him based on the basic design of the fantasy school and combined with "examples". The production line he stipulated does not rely on external machines, but is stipulated by law.
The sound of "crash" sounded on the spiritual level.
The dark chain was trembling, just like it controlled the magic talisman in the past. It followed the special rules and regulations, penetrated into the subtle and complex magnetic structure, and attached control step by step.
The gradually becoming more intelligent being, let's call it "magneto-optical mica", instinctively rejected this situation, but in its initial ignorance, it didn't know how to resist, and finally allowed the dark chains to penetrate the solid layer layer by layer. Suo formed a strong bond with Ronan.
As for the "magneto-optical mica", it probably doesn't understand the meaning of this "fetter". It just follows its natural reaction, follows the "fetter", and projects its unique tentacles of inquiry in reverse, pointing to Luo. South here.
At this moment, that special observation penetrated the lumpy and fragmented clouds around the world, penetrated the projection path of the water vapor avatar, and even penetrated Ronan's original physical and spiritual frame on the Sakai yacht, pointing directly at Lian Luo There is a deeper level that Nan himself is not sure about.
According to Ronan's current rough understanding, it should belong to the "fantasy layer" referred to in the super-configuration theory, forming the core of the rules of "super-connection" and "super-interference", which directly points to the "fundamental reason" why Ronan is Ronan. structural approach”.
Well, Ronan also looked at the "book" to find the answer.
In any case, magneto-optical mica distorts at that level, dissociating and reconstructing all things and even breaking the barriers of time and space, creating new connections beyond imagination.
Since you have that kind of ability, you must have the corresponding sensing foundation. At this moment, magneto-optical mica has already demonstrated its transcendent talent and insight. It is precisely this transcendental determination that magneto-optical mica is destined to have a way of existence, growth path, and corresponding thinking and behavior patterns that are completely different from normal life as understood by humans.
The mutual observation between Ronan and the magneto-optical mica does not have much impact on the magneto-optical mica, which is almost a blank sheet of paper now. It just provides an additional channel for collecting information, which is important for its incredible wide-area perception ability. , is better than nothing, but for Ronan, in order to understand clearly, he must study and analyze. At the same time, the interference caused by the magneto-optical mica observation naturally caused reverse pressure, causing Ronan's own physical and spiritual structure, which was not so strong, to shake a little... This was a problem.
This gave Ronan a wake-up call.
The magneto-optical mica larvae that have just been "ignited" are still a long way from being complete. This trend has already begun. They will grow for a while later - if the gap between the two sides is too far, even as producers and controllers, The final result may not be so wonderful.
It's not that the magneto-optical mica has any ill intentions towards him, but when one is too large and the level is too high, some damage is simply unconscious, just like a slowly moving elephant crushing the little ants under its feet.
Alexander…
It turns out that he actually "hatched" something so dangerous! To this end, Ronan needs to sort out the structural relationship between the two parties.
Of course, "incubation" brings more benefits, huge benefits.
Ronan could think of four things at the moment, at least four.
The first one is, of course, the incredible ability of "magneto-optical mica" itself. Whether it is "magnetization" that achieves cluster control through soul magnetization, or "stitching" that randomly splices individuals to form a monster corps, or "realm gate" that penetrates time and space barriers to introduce strange species from outside the territory, they are all incredibly powerful means, even if It is difficult for the current larvae to truly realize the power of the "complete body", but the value of the research process is immeasurable.
The second one is actually a matter of blessing and misfortune. Controlling the magneto-optical mica and maintaining close contact certainly put new pressure on Ronan, but in turn he could also use this pressure to further "see through" the flaws in the current physical and spiritual structure. To say that Ronan has the experience and overall design to construct a "perfect body", he has the experience and overall design for those who are basically lacking
Even if you are trapped, you are clear, but if you can see more clearly, explore deeper, and find more reasonable solutions, what is a little risk?
The third one is also more interesting, but it has already been reflected in Ronan's mental realm being shrouded in haze. In the chaos formed by the confrontation between the rules of "Sun Wheel Absolute Prison" and "Poisonous Pollution", the dark-stained chains and magic talismans faithfully mirrored the rules of "Sun Wheel Absolute Prison" and guarded it. And in the "mist palace" that is independent of it and unified by the power of the tome of Zhanhe's name, the image of magneto-optical mica becomes increasingly clear.
Moreover, it actually had some kind of cascading effect. The "extraterritorial species" Ronan saw at the relay station became clearer, especially the shadow cockroach, which was so vivid that it seemed that it could break through the void and jump out at any time. look. Concrete individuals are just fine. The most important thing is that as the existence of individuals becomes more prominent, Ronan's originally relatively vague understanding of the spatial structure of the relay station has gained many more reference dimensions. The results of past thinking are becoming more and more complex. Become clear.
There is no doubt that "creating a false plane", a typical Ronan-style thinking mode of "complicating simple problems", is becoming more and more likely to be realized as accumulation increases. If we use the "Inner Universe" simulator...
Well, it was affected by overload pressure, and that thing is still waiting for self-test and repair.
Fortunately, Ronan bought himself time in other ways. If only for the possible threat at the high-level meeting in the near future, a "plane" is no longer a necessary bargaining chip.
But Ronan will not lower his requirements for it, because this is one of the best tools for the Deep Blue World and Levi.
Also, the fourth benefit, which Ronan has already begun to partially experience, is the wide-area, high-level perception of magneto-optical mica... a corner.
Frankly speaking, Ronan hasn't figured out how the perception of magneto-optical mica works. It seems to be related to electromagnetic force, but it is just a superficial thing. After all, the knowledge reserve is insufficient, the induction level is too low, and the range is too narrow. Even if the magneto-optical mica is completely released to him, there will still be a large amount of unknowns.
This is limited by the existence form of human beings themselves.
According to current research on the earth, the forms of existence that humans can currently perceive and observe only account for about 4% of all the forms of existence in the universe. With the further development of science and technology and further in-depth observation of the universe, this ratio may continue to decline rather than rise.
The psychic sensing mode of the ability user has exceeded this upper limit to a large extent, but it is limited by the limitations of its own a priori sensing organs and long-term sensing experience, so it is difficult to fully explain the increased part. Otherwise, where does the mysterious ability of a "psychic" come from?
Now, magneto-optical mica provides Ronan with a brand-new spiritual induction carrier. The breadth and depth are levels that are almost impossible for human life to reach in a long natural evolution process. Ronan's own abilities are largely rooted in his sensing ability, and he can achieve new breakthroughs with this new carrier and new platform.
In contrast, the soul cloak based on the structure of water molecules is ultimately limited and lacks universality. It doesn't matter in a life-rich environment like the Earth, but once it rises to the interstellar level, it will inevitably become stretched...
Why do you think of interstellar?
Ronan looked up, and above his head there was only the endless night covered by thick clouds.
Of course, on the rotating earth, the coexistence of day and night is inevitable. As the luxury cruise ship sails at night around the 180-degree east-west meridian, Dongjiu District, located on the west side of the Pacific Ocean, has a three-hour time difference, making it right at sunset.
The setting sun covers the water, and the sea is like blood-stained.
When Mera transferred from Jicheng and took a high-speed aircraft to the waters around Amaterasu Shrine, he saw exactly this scene.
To say how strange this scenery is, it is not. But now that the surrounding sea area is almost covered by clouds, it can still make people's eyes brighter.
Especially coming from above the clouds, the surroundings are densely covered with dark clouds. The setting sun shines alone here, rendering it rich in color. It seems to have painted a "texture" in the air that is difficult to see during normal times. It also seems that there are invisible root canal veins traveling through the void. , swallowing the nutrients between heaven and earth, and nurturing unknown power.
Mo La was very familiar with this place. After landing, she drove away the driver and drove to the central area of Shenting.
Invisible eyes were always watching her, assessing her condition.
She didn't care about it, whistling a little tune, and walked around the majestic main entrance of the shrine.
From the forest driveway in the middle of the dense forest, we drove straight into the shrine complex and parked the car carelessly only about five meters away from the owner of the shrine.
Moura yawned and got out of the car. At this time, she was still dressed in the kind of heavy makeup that could enter the nightclub at any time. She was incompatible with this sacred land of the Amaterasu Order, not to mention, with the Amaterasu ahead. Compared with the Pope of the Order.
However, no one said she was.
At this time, the bald man who was most qualified to speak was sitting cross-legged under a big tree surrounded by several people. He was reading books under the increasingly dimmer skylight under the tree canopy, without looking up from the beginning to the end.
Well, to be precise, he was looking through an old notebook.
"Is this the legendary note that seals the traces of 'gods and demons'? Let's take a look..."
Mo La directly stretched out her hand, and the Pope also moved away directly, avoiding her hand without even raising his head: "You need to recharge your batteries, so don't be distracted."
"Hey, you invited me over, isn't it just to decipher this thing?"
The Pope turned another page of the notes in his hand and did not look up. He just said calmly: "First, you are only a marginal assistant in the deciphering work; second, the current direction of the work has changed."
"Oh? Can the employer change the tasks at will?"
"Then you can take it as an order."
Under the canopy of trees, the air was stagnant for a moment.
Under Mo La's exaggerated false eyelashes, his eyes were cold, but he quickly returned to his erratic and lazy state: "So, what is the order?"
"Wait." The Pope became more and more precious about his words.
Mo La was not surprised at all by this arrangement. She laughed twice and walked straight to the Pope. She also imitated his posture and sat down cross-legged with her back against the big tree. But she was destined not to be too honest. Quickly stretch one leg forward, raise both hands, and stretch the whole body:
"It can be seen that it was an urgent job, so the response was very hasty, and maybe even embarrassing. This is not in line with your usual style... but it is in line with the current situation."
While speaking, Mo La glanced at the notebook a few times, but the Pope didn't bother to pay attention to it this time. In fact, he didn't respond at all, as if it didn't matter if he waited until the end of time.
Mo La didn't care about him. He leaned his back against the big tree behind him and rubbed it a few times. Suddenly, he stepped back with his elbow and gave it a heavy blow: "What are you going to do to this beautiful lady?"
Where the elbow tip hit, the tree trunk was immediately corroded and dented, with a tendency to spread in all directions. Fortunately, it was quickly brought under control, and strong vitality was transmitted to repair the corroded tree trunks. The sound of "peeling" continued for a while.
Without waiting for the repair to be completed, the bark was torn slightly above the area where the elbow had hit the tree trunk, and a large amount of wood fibers came out and were quickly wrapped into shape, vaguely resembling an adult male.
"You scavenger!"
Zhenshen "comes out" from the tree angrily. He is the image of a young man who looks like he has a hot temper. He is tall and strong. However, the fine wood fibers form a large number of lines when they are shaped. The occasional natural mottled appearance appears on the outside, giving people a unique look. The identity is close to the inhuman feeling of "oldness".
After this person appeared, he could blow Mo La's head with just a stretch of his hand, but the latter didn't care at all. Still leaning on the tree trunk, he just squinted his eyes, a typical "sleep party" after a night of crazy indulgence, and only murmured between his lips and teeth:
"Are you more like a tree now, or more like a human being? If it's the former, I won't say anything; if it's the latter, consider that elbow as my congratulations to you..."
The final sound fades to nothing.
The True God lowered his head and looked at Mo La in a human way. For a few seconds, he didn't say a word.
The Pope turned another page and said leisurely: "You don't really think of her as a scavenger, do you? Who doesn't love fresh ingredients?"
The true god looked sideways at his father: "Do you have to beat around the bush?"
"You don't really think she's asleep?"
"Speaking of which." Mo La still closed his eyes, but suddenly interrupted: "I wanted to ask you before..."
The true god turned his head again: "What?"
"It's none of your business, I'm asking your 'father'." Mo La still closed his eyes and murmured, "I want to ask, did you really raise him as a stupid son?"
The Pope once again did not respond, but this time he raised his head and looked through the lush branches and leaves of the tree crown to the sky, which was gradually washing away the blood color and heading towards the blue-grey sky. He was so engrossed in watching it, as if he wanted to catch the glimmer of light belonging to the stars.
