Chapter 877 Patterns and Father God’s Ambition

Due to a little technical trouble, we still can't break through. It takes a few minutes to directly locate the Death Garden system to a "blank" void area. I took this opportunity to ask Artemis about the recent situation in Avalon. I've been busy dealing with it for the past two days... Well, I don't seem to be busy with anything serious, but I feel like I've been busy all the time. Anyway, I don't care much about this, so I asked casually. "The situation in Avalon is good. The monsters and Atlanteans get along very harmoniously. Most of the former like to make friends, while the latter have great trust in the 'comrades' who once assisted them in retaking the city. Atlantis People have inherited the excellent qualities of the Imperial people, and they attach great importance to friendship on the battlefield." The girl with the same name as the Moon God pulled off the very worrying little note on her face, and spoke in a crisp and fast tone. , the mood seemed particularly joyful. "What needs to be mentioned additionally is the Tengu named Shemei Maruwen. She founded the Macro World Express and Avalon Daily, plus her own Bunwen Daily, a total of three sets of newspapers were published at the same time. , because the content is messy and the perspectives are all weird, so it is very popular among the heroic spirits who are also messy. Well, I consider myself a very hard-working person, but compared to the tengu's work enthusiasm, I feel inferior, even though there are tribesmen who help me. , but how does that guy have so much energy to work?”

Artemis rubbed the center of her brows, showing an incredible look on her face, but she quickly put the confusion aside: "Then there are the heroic spirits, they are still the same. Although they don't drop their chains when they go on missions, they still have the same attitude. They usually want to be as lazy as they want, but Fairy Lake has almost been regarded as an activity center for retired cadres. Yi Qiu and Andersen even opened a chess club deep in the fairy forest, because most of the tasks are not something they have to do. "

I think about it, one plays Go and the other writes fantasy. What kind of apocalypse do you think needs two protagonists to save it? Even if they become heroic spirits, they may not be able to fight much, right? But then another question came to my mind: "Wait a minute, I know Yi Qiu plays Go. Isn't Andersen a foreign writer of fairy tales? Isn't he also a national Go player?"

"He doesn't know how to go." Artemis shook her head.

"Then why did those two old men form a team?" I was puzzled. "It seems there is no career overlap."

"They play backgammon," Artemis replied with a dull face, "Both of them are equally good at this."

I:"……"

"Octavian and Caesar also teamed up to organize an e-sports competition to play "Rome? Total War."

Me: "...Who won in the end?"

"Bubbles won. At that time, both Caesar and Octavian forgot to write in the competition rules that 'Bubbles and any Xiling hosts are not allowed to participate.' As a result, Bubbles used infantry to bulldoze the whole world..."

Okay, let’s do it again—

I:"……"

During the chat, I found that the girl in front of me has completely adapted to her new identity and new job. Not only is she a "non-staff apostle" (it can also be called an honorary citizen, just like Uncle Z's temporary status in the Koprulu Sector), she is also However, the identity of Artemis (Permanent Artemis) handles her work very well, and has become a loyal dual believer of the goddess of life and the emperor of the empire - of course, I feel that the "emperor" is really not a creature like this. The conditions for belief are met, but do you think Dingdang has them?

Artemis, whom I saw in the World Fragments at that time, was wearing dirty, paint-stained coarse work clothes, squatting like a tomboy in a weird and twisted large classroom, except for her long golden hair. There is no trace of the weakness of a girl. She looks like a female leopard waiting for an opportunity to counterattack in adversity. And now, although she still wears the heroic long golden ponytail, she is wearing a very elf-style and prominent dress. The green, close-fitting soft armor with feminine lines looks a bit like a hunting suit. It includes exquisite long leather boots, a tight-fitting trousers decorated with golden dark patterns, and long soft leather gloves that archers like, but the upper body is made of one piece. The style of the short war skirt was different from that of the hunting suit. This outfit looked a bit familiar to me, but then I remembered that it was the uniform designed by Lilina for her own Vatican Guards. The girl copied it from a certain game. I didn't expect Artemis to be so embarrassed to wear it - even though she looked pretty.

Of course, we have to try to ignore that she just put at least thirty little notes on her face. Her appearance is simply too impressive, but it is very different from the usual steady and serious Artemis.

Because the longest period of Lilina's life journey so far was as a blood elf loli, she liked elf-style clothes and asked relevant personnel of the church to dress similarly. Artemis resolutely implemented this, Except for the fact that her ears are not pointed, she is almost qualified to be thrown into the elves of any otherworld novel and prepare to be the wife of the protagonist... Ahem, am I digressing again?

After chatting for a while, the adjustment of the Garden of Death was finally completed. The sound of energy turbulence that suddenly echoed in a low voice in the entire square interrupted my unreliable thoughts about Artemis and Mrs. Yazhai. The huge circle under our feet In the ring-shaped information terminal, characters showing that the system had started running flashed by, and then a deep and turbid darkness covered the entire ground.

If you observe the void through conventional means and equipment, you can only see absolute darkness. This does not mean that the void is black. In fact, due to the rule of "everything is zero", the void has no color, just because you cannot That place feeds back a little information, so it is considered dark. By observing the void through the Garden of Death system, we have discovered a very interesting phenomenon, that is, the void in the eyes of this system sometimes presents an uneven state: Even if it is the same darkness that represents no information feedback, there are still uneven colors, with some light and some dark. At first, everyone could not understand this. It was not until later that Tavel explained this uneven color stain with a theory called "Creation Probability".

"Creation probability" refers to the probability that a small calm area suddenly appears in the void, and the world structure appears in this area, as well as the information enrichment phenomenon accompanying this probability. We all know that many worlds are born directly in the void. Since everything is possible in the void, under an infinite base, the probability of a world being born will jump between infinity and infinitesimal. Every "place" may suddenly appear. The world may never appear. This probability cloud can only collapse into reality at the moment the world is born. It can be said to be a process countless times more sophisticated than quantum physics. After all, quantum physics only applies to the macroscopic world, and "creation probability" "However, a percentage is directly used to determine whether the entire world is born and what it will look like after birth. By studying this process, Tavel discovered that the void is uneven at a certain moment, that is, when a world is about to be born or a world is about to be born. When the world after destruction has not completely evaporated, they will form an accumulation of information in the void and trigger a turbid scan image. This scan image means a precursor to the collapse of probability, but so far such scan images are only available in the Garden of Death. It can be observed that Tavel is trying to copy the death garden system, but the progress is very slow.

What appears before our eyes now is a picture of chaos. It is definitely not the birth of a new world, because it is a moment with almost no time unit, so it must be the embers of a destroyed world left in the void. . What needs to be explained now is why this ember has not been swallowed up by the void until today, more than 700,000 years later, and has become an invisible devourer.

In the absolutely dark background, there is a large continuous gray and black texture. If you don't look carefully, you won't even be able to see these textures, which are almost indistinguishable from the background. Artemis skillfully adjusts the information of the Garden of Death. The processing module makes the picture a little clearer.

Those textures look amazing. You should know what snowflakes look like, right? It is that kind of complex and beautiful hexagonal crystal, and what appears on the picture is the pattern that repeats and extends with this hexagonal structure, one after another, with the six corners connected to each other, extending to the entire picture , like a gray-black spider web covering the earth.

"Snow huā?"

I was surprised, and then glanced at Sandora in confusion, "How come such regular patterns as snow huā appear in the void?"

"I don't know." Sandora frowned. "I have never observed this phenomenon before. It does not seem to be a natural formation. Orderly things do not appear alone in the void, and this pattern, no matter how you look at it, is there." Based on orderly combination..."

"And more importantly, it will not be observed through conventional means. Even our observers from the Protoss have never reported that the information here shows an orderly state." Bingtis did not continue to joke heartlessly now, and straightened out His expression changed, "Now that I am almost certain, what happens at this coordinate can only be observed by your products of psionic energy... If it is correct, this should be what little Viska left back then, and it will be useful to all those who are not familiar with it." Everything that belongs to its own system becomes invisible.”

We silently turned our heads and glanced at Viska. She was squatting on the grass not far away catching ants...

"Let's work hard on our own." Bingtis patted Sandora and I on the shoulders grandly. "The appearance of orderly information in the void shows that this place has been transformed. It should not be the state before the birth of the world, but should be It was after the world was destroyed that the Destroyer artificially transformed it into this. Now I guess, you must plan to go there yourself, right?"

"The regular reconnaissance force is no longer of use." Sandora flirted with her blond hair charmingly, with a firm light in her eyes. "And no matter what Huisca left behind, it will never be It can threaten the two emperors joining forces, not to mention the void there. In a sense, the void is Ajun’s home field.”

Speaking of this, Sandora glanced at me, and I nodded immediately: "It is safer for me to act in the void than in the real world. At least I am familiar with the environment there. Well, I am relatively familiar with it. Most people are there. You can’t beat me.”

"Shit, let's have another fight?" Bingtis immediately glanced at me, and I shivered all over. This female gangster's Black Tiger Heart-Eating Thirteenth Series suddenly reappeared in my mind, and then I saw the other party take out the knife from his pocket. He took out a shiny golden rectangular object and threw it over. It felt heavy in his hand.

"This is a gift from me. To fight in the void, you need suitable weapons. Conventional weapons are ineffective."

Bingtis said seriously.

When I took a look, it turned out to be a very thick hard-covered book. Of course, there was no problem with the book. The problem was with its cover. I really didn’t know that a book had an inch-long book on all eight corners. Why are there three rows of barbs on the back of the corner book? Do you just prick your buttocks with your hand awl when you are tired of reading? Do you believe it or not that this thing flies sideways and there are no ghosts within a hundred meters? Can you believe that if I took this to the train station and couldn't even get out of the community, I would have to have the Pian'er police turn me around and send me to the police station?

Of course, the premise is that the policeman can twist.

Holding back the veins on my forehead, I threw the brick, which was injured at least ten thousand times in a second and might have bleeding effects, into the portable space, put it together with the weird pillow Bingtis gave me, and then connected it with my mind. I contacted An Weina at home and asked Lin Xue what she was doing now. The answer was that the girl was giving Little Bubble a bath because Little Bubble secretly drank ink and got all over it. I used my strong personal will to refuse the ghost maid’s request. The screen was transferred to Goodwill in real time, and he turned to Shandora and said: "The prophet is playing with children, heartless."

"It seems safe." Sandora breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll go get someone to prepare the spaceship."

After a while, after everyone had left, Bingtis asked secretly: "Is this how you usually use the prophet?"

"How else can it be used?" I shrugged. "Seismic testing is definitely better than the seismological bureau. Usually when there is any action, I secretly let people see what she is doing. If nothing happens, I will take action. Nothing has ever gone wrong. "

"No wonder you often do such risky things but never have any problems." Bingtis glanced at me with envy. "It is very dangerous to develop with an aggressive attitude when nothing is waiting for something to be done, but you have a Baby. But honestly, you were wasted."

me?"

Bingtis smiled mysteriously: "It's okay. It's useless for you to know now. It may affect her development, so just leave it like that."

After a while, Bingtis seemed to remember something again. He glanced at Artemis who was busy not far away, and said directly through mental connection: "That girl doesn't seem to be a Xiling apostle."

I thought about it and told Bingtis about Artemis. In fact, Avalon is indeed a special place. It is one of the most important military and political cores in the world, the capital of the empire, but the owners and residents here are Most of them are not from the Empire, such as those artificial gods of Atlantis and Artemis. After hearing what I said, Bingtis showed a look of surprise and suddenly realized: "No wonder, I feel that girl It seems like she is dead, but it turns out that she is really a ghost, just a ghost of the world... Does that mean she is one with this world now?"

I nodded. Artemis and her classmates who survived the world fragments skipped the step of dying with the end of the world as the world was rebuilt, and registered directly in the new world, which is equivalent to the old world. The last fragments of the world directly became part of the new world without being reprocessed. It is completely correct to say that they are ghosts.

"So you would hand over such an important strategic weapon as the Garden of Death to an ordinary life manager who is not an apostle." Bingtis rubbed his chin clearly. "In this state, she is equivalent to a part of Avalon, absolutely nothing." Betrayal is possible, and she is more suitable than anyone else to control things in this place. It is not easy for that rigid researcher to safely hand over his hard work to outsiders."

Bingtis shook her head and finished speaking, but I gave her a strange look, and finally couldn't help but ask: "I said, why do you feel a little weird about you? You are not someone who usually cares about such trivial matters. Bar?"

Yes, Bingtis usually doesn’t care about the Xiling armaments that are increasingly difficult to understand in her opinion, nor does she care about what kind of people my commanders are. She cares most about them. The only thing that matters is how many snacks there are in the world that she has never eaten and how much she spends her nights watching Happy Camp in front of the TV. This eldest sister, who usually does nothing but lead her band of gangsters around, is so angry today. Having said so many moral and serious things, this is so scary.

Bingtis looked into my eyes and suddenly laughed, then shook his head, and the long silver hair that almost reached the ground swayed slightly: "Father is right, you are someone who never takes the initiative. Those who are worried are like his old man. I am afraid that all void creatures are inert... But there is no need to think so much. I just stopped by to see Father God when I went home to meet my parents. He gave me a body. I talked about some things, mentioned you, and things that happened around you, so even I became curious about you."

I said "Oh" slowly, and I didn't feel too surprised. I have come into contact with Father God myself. Although he has supreme authority, he is a very easy-going, like the big brother next door. He likes to talk to others. Chatting, it is said that Father God can get acquainted with anyone except that stupid Dragon God, and Bingtis was the one he grew up watching. It is normal for the two of them to chat, but I didn’t expect them to have a common topic. It turned out to be myself.

"As a void creature with only three known people in the whole clan, and among them is a guy who may not be able to see each other for hundreds of millions of years, Father God has actually been paying attention to you since he knew of your existence. He is very curious about you and his Differences, and made a lot of guesses about how you will develop. He also told me that after discovering a few more similar species, he will start to study the racial characteristics of the 'Void Biological Tribe'. Well, he said that his biggest wish is usually He just wanted to find a few more void creatures, and then figure out whether all the void creatures could become a group. He formulated a five-billion-year plan for this purpose. Of course, if the situation requires it, it can be a five-billion-year plan. Anyway, you will not die like him. Lose……"

I:"……"! .