Chapter 926 Prisoner

Chapter 926 Prisoner

Shadow City is an attractive place. Although it is the core of the imperial affairs and the capital of the entire macro-world system, it is heavily guarded and disciplined. It seems daunting to outsiders, but those who actually live here or have visited Shadow City once Residents of the world will agree on one thing: this is a magical and unforgettable city. The unimaginable wonders you can see here far exceed the sense of oppression caused by soldiers everywhere in the city. If If possible, being able to live in the Shadow City would be the greatest ideal of a macroworld resident.

But the above situation needs to exclude one place: the deepest part of the military isolation zone. There is a building here that is an absolute restricted area. It is surrounded by dense sentries and detectors. You can see a floating machine gun almost every ten meters in the air. There are also warning signs everywhere and royal guards who will shoot at any object that approaches without permission. A heavy and tight sense of oppression permeates this area. Xiling soldiers with low authority cannot even enter or exit this area at will. It can be said that in the entire peaceful and peaceful shadow space, this is the most uncomfortable place. This is the place where the security level of the Shadow Fortress is second only to the headquarters, and the danger level is even higher than the headquarters: the prison.

"The prisoner is in normal condition. He has been quiet and cooperative with our scans of his body."

In front of this heavily guarded black dome building, the warden in charge of affairs in the area, a tall imperial official with a stern face, reported to us the situation of the prisoner code-named "". His expression was extremely serious, and it was obvious that the extreme Special prisoners have recently raised the security level of the entire prison area.

The fallen apostles captured from the ruined world are imprisoned here, so it’s no wonder that the officers and soldiers in the prison are highly nervous. I think this should be the most special prisoner of war that the empire has ever imprisoned: a former emperor, and he belongs to the abyss camp. , no one knows what special tricks he has not used, and no one knows how long it will cost us to catch the next one alive from the fallen apostle camp if this prisoner escapes.

The fallen apostle has been proven to be just a mid-level officer, and may not even be part of the main force. He certainly poses no threat in terms of combat effectiveness. The greatest significance of the prisoner to the empire is his status as a fallen apostle. Because of this status, he has gained far more than The treatment of ordinary prisoners: three times the number of security personnel and interrogation every four hours. Until there is no better way, continuous interrogation is the only method we can take.

"He is very tight-lipped. He has only said his name so far. He has not even said his military rank and the legion he belongs to, in order to prevent the leakage of any information related to his army." Under the guidance of the warden, Sandora and I Arriving at the area of ​​​​this space prison, it was a vast white void space, with no place to the left and right. The warden adjusted the transmission code leading to the dimensional cage and said with regret, "Torture is obviously ineffective. Mental crushing." Pressure obviously has little effect on the fallen apostle. He has set up a self-destruction device for his memory core. As long as the core is read by a third party, it will immediately format itself. All torture methods that are effective for ordinary races will not work for such prisoners. It is all ineffective, and I am very sorry for such ineffective progress."

"Don't worry, if the information can be obtained so easily, he is not worthy of becoming one of the empire's biggest enemies."

Shandora waved her hand nonchalantly and said.

But my attention was actually elsewhere at this time: in this vast white space, a gourd-shaped white luminous body was quietly hovering, which was the prison warden's host computer...

"Ever since the Pandora sisters teamed up to kick Ya, has no one fixed her?"

I felt the muscles in the corners of my eyes trembling. Looking at the gourd-shaped luminous body not far away that was full of complaints from all aspects, I once again recalled this prison that had become particularly weak after reading too many novels. The host’s deceitful declaration of the Lord God, I don’t know if it dares to continue calling itself the Lord God now.

"The change in appearance does not affect the performance of this thinking core." The warden paused awkwardly before replying, "Of course the main reason why no one repairs it is because it insists on it..."

"Yes, my supreme majesty."

As soon as the warden said something general, a godly voice came from the surrounding air, and the gourd-shaped luminous object not far away turned at an angle, as if it was nodding to Sandora and me: I I actually saw a nod of greeting from a gourd!

"I took the initiative to maintain the status quo," the prison host said seriously. "Since being transformed by the two generals, I have been thinking deeply about my life and the meaning of my existence for seven days. I found that before The idea of ​​​​falling into a cliché one-sidedly emphasizes the similarity in appearance and ignores the essential characteristics that the identity of the 'Lord God' should have. In fact, what is the importance of the shape? The gourd shape is also a very novel change... Yes , I think there should be some changes in life, so that life will not seem too monotonous. Since I have an extra head, I feel that my life is much richer..."

I:"……"

"Life is like the ups and downs of the ocean. Only changes that are happening all the time are the proof of life's existence. Therefore, change is beautiful and eternal. Yes, that's it. So I feel that my life can have such a rare change. Very satisfied: after all, as a prison host, it is very difficult to obtain this kind of change..."

I:"……"

Okay, now who can explain to me what this problem is?

If it turns out that the light ball prison host who always pretends to be the main god is just a bit of a middle-class and talkative, then now it is completely a symptom of late-stage mental illness turning into severe schizophrenia. Yashenshen talks about all these things. What is the emotion of life? Did Pandora and Huesca kick her so hard that this guy even lost his logic?

"This console has been a little off since it rolled off the production line."

Obviously the warden felt a little embarrassed by the situation in front of him, but he couldn't explain what happened. "It talks a lot, and often takes the initiative to learn a lot of strange knowledge, but it runs better than any other host." It is stable and continuously optimizes its computing model and the prison's soft system with amazing efficiency. Various tests have shown that the probability of making mistakes within the working range of this host is infinitely close to zero, so we have not considered replacing it until now. Or format it. Of course, if His Majesty thinks that the condition of this host is dangerous, we will replace it immediately."

"...No, I think it's better to keep it." Sandora's eyebrows trembled a little. It was very obvious that Her Majesty the Queen was also speechless about this weird prison, but Sandora was more concerned about the deeper things, " General-purpose hosts coming off the production line will not mutate. Are the production records of this thing normal?"

"It has been investigated and everything is normal." The warden glanced at the gourd "Master God" who had begun to read a seven-character poem loudly, and his face became more and more embarrassed. "From the time the production plan enters the factory until it is installed in the building There are detailed information and there are no problems in between.”

At this time, the prison host, which was obviously very abnormal, began to yell loudly again: "Therefore, when heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, he must first go to death. The temporary pain means that the value of life is about to be realized. I firmly believe that my birth is unique, so - my man, in fact, I think there should be a small place to optimize the code exchange process within the prison. Of course, it is not a big improvement or a too obvious change, but As a main god who must bear heavy responsibilities, I feel it is necessary for me to do everything to the best of my ability. Do you have any objections to me modifying the code myself?"

"Your Majesty, as you can see, it has been improving its performance rapidly. No one can tell where its new data comes from, and no one knows how far this building intelligent system can be enhanced in the end. "The warden shrugged, "In short, it is still evolving, and according to the expert analysis report of the research center, in at most half a month, this host will self-improve from a mass production model to a prototype that can be named. It is even possible to continuously produce the next generation of homologous i by scanning its logical groups at that time.”

"A mass production system that was supposed to be finalized has gradually evolved into a prototype..." Sandora clicked her tongue in surprise, "The research center should have established a corresponding research plan. I will pay attention to this matter personally when I have time. Yes. Now take us to see the prisoner."

"Yes, my lord."

The prison host, which was still chattering and getting more and more nervous, was temporarily put behind our minds. After a series of strict and almost harsh identity authentication and security system handovers, we entered the deepest encrypted space of the prison building: a From the mathematical model, there is no self-circulating space with boundaries.

"Staying here for one day would make ordinary people crazy." I looked around and saw that this endless cage was only pale. Apostles Xiling would never improve their treatment of prisoners from a humanitarian perspective.

The so-called self-circulating space can actually be regarded as a three-dimensional Möbius system. The space system is forcibly distorted and becomes only one coordinate system. Going in any direction will quickly return to the origin. Of course, any This phenomenon will occur in a closed space, but a self-circulating space is not that simple: it only has similar properties to a closed space, but the fact is that it overlaps after countless self-extensions. In this kind of space, any Any form of displacement is extremely dangerous: every time you move a unit distance, which is usually the length of one Pandora, which is 1.2 meters, it means that you will fall to one of the countless layers of space. On the surface, it seems that you are still where you are. It doesn't move, but your actual coordinates have been randomly changed into something that no one recognizes. In other words: jailbreaking means eternal damnation.

Except for the prison host, the warden himself, and the emperor, no other person holds the key system for recalculating the coordinates of the self-circulating space, and this self-circulating space is placed between the world and the void like an ordinary dimensional cage. The gap zone is a double insurance, so in this kind of cage, even a space expert like Asida Asidola cannot escape, and this high-standard guarding measure is used to imprison the prisoner in front of us. It seems like a bit wasted.

"It seems that you are quite adaptable to this environment."

Looking at the expressionless prisoner hanging in the energy restraint in front of me, I shrugged and said.

The warden has been ordered to leave the cell. The only people here are Shandora and I, as well as the prisoners in front of us. We don’t believe that he can play any tricks, so naturally he doesn’t need anyone to protect him: not to mention that I always think that the people around Emperor Xiling Guarding is a very magical position. Who is guarding whom?

"Well, it's okay." The prisoner hung on the blue chain of the energy restrainer. There was no resentment or irritability on his face. He answered very calmly, as if he was answering a question from an old friend.

"You are a weird guy." Although I thought of countless ways to use Manchu torture at first, those things have disappeared now: I am afraid that with my three skills, I can't ask anything about this kind of hard and soft hob meat. The warden and his prison guards must have mastered many more torture techniques than me. They didn't ask anything, which shows that prisoners cannot use conventional means to extract confessions.

"They said the same thing about me," the prisoner smacked his lips indifferently, "but it's meaningless. You can mess with whatever you want, and I have nothing to say on any issue. Of course, if you don't discuss military matters with me, I will be happy to discuss it with you. You chat. Of course, if you insist on talking about the battle, I also have something to say: This time you got lucky. If there is another battle like that, you will be dead. Our tactics are even better!"

I nodded sincerely: "I admire your fearlessness and optimistic attitude towards life."

"Thank you. I also think you may have a problem with your choice of words. Generally speaking, an optimistic attitude towards life is not to be admired, but to be appreciated..."

"Ha, I really wonder if you suffered any mental damage during the battle," even Sandora couldn't help but choke out this time. She has seen tough guy prisoners, and she has also seen weak prisoners. She has seen prisoners who even dared to give the middle finger to Emperor Xiling, but this is the first time she has seen this calm guy in front of her. "You are facing the supreme leader of the empire, and you are so calm. This is really surprising." .”

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised." The prisoner moved his arms, as if keeping that posture made him uncomfortable, "Well, to be honest, it's really an honor to meet you who are emperors. , in my memory, it took me more than two thousand years from the time I came off the production line to the first time I talked to the emperor face to face. That time I burned out three logic units - well, I would like to ask, can you change my position for me? I feel a bit silly like this x..."

A few minutes later, Shandora and I teamed up to tie the prisoner into a V-shaped cross in mid-air. The queen is the queen, and Shandora was much smarter than me in how to tie people up in a V-shape.

"Okay, I admit that I just made a particularly stupid suggestion." The prisoner hung dangling in the air, "Are you here just to entertain me? And how long should I last in this position? If possible, I would rather I like the cross shape from before..."

"It won't take long. Today, we just want to do an experiment." I recalled several key points in the report Tavel submitted this morning. Although the coffin-controlling glasses girl has a weird aesthetic, she is indeed a good one. The scientist has even developed a little bit of knowledge on such unscientific things. Although he doesn't know how effective it will be, it looks very powerful. "If the experiment goes well, you will choose to cooperate with us in ten minutes."

"How to extract the memory core?" the prisoner asked, wandering around. "It's useless. I set a self-destruct program for them."

"No, it's a brand new skill," Sandora glanced at the fallen apostle who was always calm, "There is an imperial mistress who named it: His Majesty the Emperor's Fraternity..."

I was moving my arms when Shandora's words suddenly made my feet weak and almost threw me on the street: "Hey! Don't take the name Qianqian that little girl gave you seriously!"

"It's inexplicable. You guys of this generation are really inexplicable..."

The prisoner looked at Sandora and I entangled with a strange topic with a strange expression, and couldn't help but sigh. However, he only said half of his sigh before his expression changed: "Ah?! What are you doing?!"

"I'm just going to change my body and give you a bff."

A unique voice that had been distorted into a hollow echo came out of my body. Although I still haven't figured out how I made the sound in this form, it may be a direct information broadcast and then converted into a sound. I raised my arm, and what I saw was a blurry, beating black limb at one end. Dots of black particles rose up from my body, violently conflicting with the surrounding space, forming circles of unstable ripples. .

Just standing here made such a solid prison space unstable. At this moment, I felt that I might be a very powerful guy.

"Arjun, legs, legs," Sandora's voice came from the side. She pointed at my lower body and said in a dumbfounded voice, "You forgot to grow your legs!"

As soon as I lowered my head, I jumped up: "Hey, let me go, why did it suddenly drop so much!"

I have to say that it is easy to cause problems when modifying an already mature skill. For example, now, I have become accustomed to slowly emptying the surrounding space when entering the void form. This is an almost biological instinct. The power, and now according to Tavel, I must control this trend in order to maximize the durability and controllability of using this ability. She is right, but it is a bit difficult to operate in practice. It is difficult for me to grasp the measurement of power output. Neglect of control will cause the surroundings to become void, and the power will leak out before amplifying the move. Too tight control will result in missing arms and legs... After all, the essence of void creatures is incorporeal. If Sandora hadn't reminded me, I might not have remembered that I still had legs.

"Arjun, the legs...this time they have three legs..." Sandora's voice came again.

I:"……"

"What are you performing?" Even the prisoner asked, sounding particularly troubled, "Excuse me, are you facing me right now?"

I stared at the other person fiercely - of course he might not feel it because I have no eyes: "I'm looking at you now!"

The prisoner was immediately shocked: "Huh? I thought that was the back of the head!"

I was furious: "Have you ever seen a person with a nose on the back of his head?"

"I've never seen anyone with a nose on their forehead..."

I:"……"

I felt that I couldn't stand this weird guy anymore, so I stepped forward, twisted my waist, and gave him an uppercut on the chin: "Wake up!"