The formatted space has been completed, and Ronan is living in it, but he seems to be ignoring the rising temperature inside. He is still looking at the images in the virtual workspace, and making gestures while looking at it, as if he is learning what he is selling, seemingly everything They all continued their previous normal exchanges.
But in fact, in Cha Zheng's perception, the initially sharp mental offensive power, after stimulating the fire of formatting and mobilizing the formatting space, melted in the wind, and seemed to cut away the curtain of illusion, exposing the The terrifying giant machine monster behind.
Yes, at this moment, he seemed to be imprisoned on the workbench of a 10,000-ton hydraulic press. The rumbling anvil pressed down, forcing him, as well as the other four fully armed Dark Blue Walkers, to push their whole body strength to the limit, fighting as if Confrontation with high pressure that can crush them at any time.
As for dodging...
They are the five pillars supporting the formatted space. Under the heavy pressure, they lost all room for maneuver and change, and even turned into the shape Ronan needed.
Did he come specifically to punish me?
Will I die?
Cha Zheng didn't know how the other companions felt, but as time passed bit by bit, he couldn't help but think so.
Because of the heavy pressure without any room for breathing, because a few minutes ago, there was no need to speak quickly.
The instinctive fear made him feel dazed, his limbs trembled, and his internal organs seemed to be twitching, so much so that he was overturned and almost vomited reflexively.
He tried to control this stress reaction, but how could he?
The undigested food residue last night was wrapped in stomach acid and returned to the throat, and even choked into the nose. It was the exoskeleton life support system that worked and cleaned it up in time, so that the hell joke of the burner dying of vomiting and suffocation would not happen.
"Check what the hell are you doing!" A complaint came from the internal channel. It was a companion who worked as a 'pillar' together. "Stability No. 1 didn't hear you! Do you have to have everyone accompany you in corporal punishment to be happy?"
Some people are also worried: "Isn't he individually 'sanctioned'?"
"No, are you so narrow-minded?"
"Who said he was young first?"
"It's not small, it's..."
The person behind him took the initiative to brake, and the channel was silent, except for Cha Zheng's heavy breathing.
"Hoo, ho..."
Cha Zheng knew that he had made a stupid mistake, but at the moment his control and correction abilities basically collapsed along with his will, and he could do nothing except take a big breath to compensate.
"Concentrate and don't scare yourself!"
In the internal channel, Meng Tu's instructions appeared again, given directly to him - he must have noticed his abnormal situation. Except for the first reminder, the following instructions were all very concise and practical instructions. The kind that requires no overthinking.
Zha Zheng vaguely recognized it, including the movement's self-control of the Dark Blue Walker's exoskeleton, the self-coordination of the group mode...
In a word, it means switching to "following mode" and completely becoming a "stick". You can't help, and don't cause trouble.
Zha was about to do as he was told, but at this moment, Ronan spoke.
That voice struck my ears, it was exceptionally clear, and it also had a ridiculous sense of hoarseness during the voice change period:
"We need to adjust some details of the formatting space. Let's start with the basics and create a pattern for those added later."
Zha Zheng was shaken, and his brain suddenly became much clearer.
He was facing Ronan, and he could clearly see that the person opposite was swiping his fingers to outline a clear trajectory of spiritual light in the heat wave of the formatted space.
The trajectory is not complicated, just like a simple three-dimensional sphere made up of several arc surfaces. As the trajectory took shape, the fire of format that originated from Zha Zheng and the formatted space that formed the structure were obviously guided by it, forming a suspicious vortex in that area.
Ronan's voice continued to ring in my ears: "Just follow the pattern, and handle the additions later in the same way."
What the hell is he doing again!
It must be a conspiracy! Even if not, why should I listen to him?
When Zha Zheng's mind started to move, his body's severe stress response seemed to be alleviated a bit. His sense of the outside world has also become keener - Ronan seemed to glance in his direction.
"..."
Maybe it was an illusion, but at this moment, Cha Zheng lowered his head reflexively.
The fire of his own style began to spin with difficulty, driven by his will, following the concise patterns drawn by Ronan's fingertips.
My chest is still a little hot, the residual warmth from the burst of blood;
My face is also a little hot, it’s...
Zha Zheng's mind was in a mess and he didn't want to think about it anymore, but as the fire of format turned stiffly, these thoughts that were not there naturally melted away - he felt the power exerted by other companions, and there were some. Some are relatively smooth, some are relatively sluggish, but all of them are better than him.
Cha Zheng didn't dare to think too much. He just kept his head down and tried to keep up with his companions.
At the center of the formatted space, Ronan shook his head.
Suddenly he sensed something again, and when he turned his face, he saw Ruiwen coming to his side at some point. Under the light of the Format Fire, her slender figure seemed to be somewhat transparent.
Her eyes glanced back and forth at the workspace interface and the spiritual light trails in the air, unexpectedly showing some interest.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
Rui Wen pursed her lips and smiled lightly, but didn't say anything.
"I thought I was doing something. Isn't this a Blood Intent Ring routine? It's just a little deformed..." Maoyan was separated from the formatting space and took the initiative to speak out at him. Fortunately, his voice could still pass through the noise zone where the air burst. Comes in clearly.
"The field of configuration is a little deformed, but that's serious." Ronan explained, and then praised, "Your vision is getting better and better. It and 'Fortress' do belong to the same series, and you can still do both. It's so seamless, I'm considering adding it..."
"Oh? Does it count as an upgrade?"
"Consider it a benefit."
"Huh? BOSS is interested." Maoyan straightened his figure exaggeratedly to show his surprise, "Is this considered a half-year award? Frankly speaking, it's a bit late... and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not enough."
Long Qijian answered with a swipe: "Isn't it the Chinese Valentine's Day in two days?"
No one paid any attention to him.
Maoyan squinted his eyes and scanned the inside of the formatted space. He was supposed to dominate the space structure, but now he has become a few temporary teammates of the wooden and stone piles.
"To be honest, this doesn't look like 'welfare' at all. What should it be called?"
"The Eye of Knowledge."
Ronan answered simply, and then reminded the outsiders: "Colonel Meng, hurry up. We will have to cover a lot of distance today."
"……yes."
At first, Meng Tu wanted to help the five unlucky guys coordinate in the internal channel, but now he looked at the seemingly simple configuration in the center of the formatted space and was stunned. He didn't wake up until Ronan named him.
Although he didn't understand what "the distance would be longer" meant, he didn't dare to neglect it and issued an order on the internal channel to urge the Dark Blue Walker team scattered throughout the camp to gather quickly and prepare for a forced march. I'm afraid that if it's too late, those five unlucky guys will accidentally let Ronan die.
Of course, I didn't forget to ask the orderlies to bring their own equipment.
However, when the first wave of Deep Blue Walkers arrived, Cha Zheng and others were not dead.
In the formatted space, the morphological images drawn by Ronan in the void became increasingly clear, and each circulation trajectory seemed to be retained in the blazing white flame, forming lines discernible to the naked eye.
The lines overlap and shift. From Meng Tu's perspective, hundreds or thousands of trajectory lines are no longer in the ideal spherical shape due to misalignment, but form an almost elliptical shape. It's like a child painting random patterns...
Well, it was like a supernatural eye floating in blazing white flames, staring at them intently.
Meng Tu seemed to understand the reason why Ronan called him that.
The Eye of Knowledge... He also heard Ronan complaining there: "The configuration is good, but there is something wrong with the students. When the pressure is in place, they turn into cement pillars with insufficient roundness and toughness. . It may also be a problem with the movement version. The formatting space formed by the one I met in Spring City does not feel so rigid..."
Spring City?
Over in Spring City, there were indeed two teams of Dark Blue Walkers equipped with "Fifth Generation·Modification" movements, which were actually firmware updated to "Formatted Space Version 7.0", performing missions... and then being wiped out.
As for the dark blue teams under his modern hands, they are still mixed configurations of the third and fourth generations. Meng Tu, a special operations commander who is one step away from a general, is the fifth generation of the AB Group laboratory version. After Chuncheng returned from the mission, he updated the firmware to the "fifth generation·modification". At that time, he could not compare with those two The configuration of a group-killing team.
Meng Tu was running through a few meaningless thoughts in his mind, and suddenly there was a "click" sound, sparks and lightning, and he understood why Ronan was able to call out his name and title.
The uterine fibroid robbery incident at Chuncheng Cixin Hospital, the power outage incident in the Central North District CBD...and of course the expulsion incident of the Blood Flame Cult in Xiacheng.
Yes, he had never actually met Ronan. But these can make someone highly suspicious, and he is always a participant.
It seems that there really is an invisible demonic eye, standing high in the sky, looking down on the world from a high position - focusing on that person, and radiating to the surroundings, penetrating into the private parts, and seeing everything.
Meng Tu looked at the "Eye of Knowledge" in front of him and was a little dazed. Cold sweat broke out on his back and trickled down unconsciously.
At this moment, Ronan's voice came into his ears: "When people come, follow them. Don't be afraid of difficulties. This will be the standard configuration in the future...it is still the most basic version. Colonel Meng!"
"Ah, yes!"
Ronan's intention was obvious, that is, he wanted him to take the lead.
Meng Tu still had the invisible demonic eye in front of him and in his heart. His mind was shaken, but he didn't have the slightest thought of delaying or rejecting it. He completed the donning purely by instinct.
It wasn't until the visor was closed, and the self-awareness and movement-driven exoskeleton detection modules acted simultaneously, that the holographic vision that could distinguish reality from reality opened, and he suddenly woke up.
Under the holographic vision, the Eye of Knowledge is no longer a one-way visual impression, but a multi-angle view, which is more complete - just like countless supernatural eyeballs overlapping, mapping a world into hundreds of shapes, and then interlacing and chaotic information , pressed deep into my heart.
Only then did Meng Tu realize that, unknowingly, he had been following the configuration trajectory outlined by Ronan, completing the tracing as if destined.
Once the link was established, information flooded in, leaving him no room to resist.
Surprisingly, the seemingly chaotic information did not bring chaos, but weaving and integration, with its own order. Meng Tu could not see everything at the moment, but it was like a natural visual observation, focusing on one point, and the other information It is naturally blurry, but it is like a stream under the ice, passing by, calm and understandable.
He looked beyond the "Eye of Knowledge" and towards the cave area. In the holographic vision, the cave still looked like that, but as soon as his thoughts turned around, he felt:
There is a gathering of "not very good" and "unstable" things there, which is approaching a critical point, and beyond that...
Seven seconds? There will be some deformation along the way.
Seven, six...three, two...
Stuck on the node of his judgment, the blazing jet burst out from the crack in the hole, collided with the edge of the formatted space, shot out electric fire, deflected slightly, and pierced the sky.
"A little dirty, huh?"
Next to him was Long Qi talking. This seemingly frivolous guy, like him, looked up at the sky, looking unsure.
Although he was not wearing armor, there were decorative bone structures spread out on the sides of his shoulders. Meng Tu, who had seen the entire demonstration of "Coreless Flow", was certain that this guy was definitely connected to the "Eye of Knowledge".
Meng Tu didn't speak, but his heartbeat was speeding up.
It was pounding in my chest and I couldn't control myself.
