Chapter 810: Constructing Skynet

Iter Federation, the capital of King Loran.

As one of the most prosperous super cities in the Federation, the ninth-level elves' previous high-profile move to use domain blockade to build a network has attracted a lot of attention from all parties.

Many people watched indifferently in secret, planning to use the hands of these elves to test the speaker's true strength.

No strong person is a fool. The Speaker's previous promotion of the construct network regardless of controversy and the emergence of the constructor group have aroused the suspicion of many ninth-level people.

Except for the hardcore faction of the Federation Speaker, the other ninth-level forces are waiting to see how the Speaker will deal with these elves.

Not to mention the calculations between these big forces, many middle and low-level civilian professionals have been completely attracted by the rare interruption of the construct network connection and the strange phenomena in the sky.

The battle between the ninth level is still too far away for the common people. Although it is shrouded in the realm of disconnection rules, few people still know what it means.

Players even rushed to live broadcast the Federation's suddenly turned crimson sky, and used it to illustrate the situation, creating a large number of unidentified rumors on the forum.

"Hi, hey, family members! I am your charming dragonborn with a cocky tail. You must have heard that a large-scale strange celestial phenomenon suddenly occurred in the Federation."

On the streets of the Royal Capital of Loland, the last generation of Dragonborn, who has completely transitioned into a professional anchor, is letting himself go in front of the camera.

"It just so happens that I am in the Royal Capital of Luoran right now. Let me live broadcast the abnormal celestial phenomenon in the Federation for you today!"

"Hey, big anchor, are you working hard to do tasks to please Her Royal Highness the Princess again?"

Several players passing by saw him and laughed out loud.

As the Last Dragonborn became more and more famous, even when he was walking on the street, fans who had watched his live broadcast would greet him.

"I don't know what pleases Her Highness the Princess. Don't make up things that don't exist out of thin air."

The elf glared at the booing player and directly denied Sanlian.

"What are you talking about? When I passed by the Black Feather Kingdom's palace on a previous mission, I saw you escaping from the palace with something, followed by a group of guards chasing you."

The player did not flinch, but deliberately spoke loudly to the camera.

"I was just helping Princess Black Feather go back to the palace to get something... Her Highness the Princess asked me to do something, how can it be considered licking?"

The last dragonborn's expression twitched, and he instinctively argued loudly, and then deliberately turned a blind eye to the sarcastic remarks such as 'Oh——', 'It's just His Highness's mission' that floated through the barrage.

With the previous update of the system, the function of adjusting the live broadcast delay time has been implemented. Since there is no secret mission currently, the elf has enabled the lowest delay of one second.

"Wait! Look at the sky, you guys! What is that?!"

At this time, someone suddenly screamed, and at the same time pointed to the sky with all his strength, and his white knuckles began to tremble.

"What the hell is that?!"

The camera was unconsciously pointed at the sky. Seeing the sudden change in the sky, the last dragonborn was also a little dazed.

Following the speaker's self-destruction, in the eyes of the residents of the main material world, the sky that was originally crimson due to the domain coverage suddenly opened up with a huge hole.

The surging darkness and terrifying gray lightning lingered in it, and the destructive aura full of death caused the expressions of all professionals who sensed its power to change drastically.

"Gods, is this world about to face the final judgment?!"

At this moment, both the players and the natives instinctively held their breath. People on the streets raised their heads and looked at the changes in the sky in horror. Some believers in the gods were already kneeling on the ground, begging the gods for forgiveness.

"What happened in the demiplane? How are Mr. Seymour and the others doing?"

At this time, the two ninth-level elves in the sky had extremely solemn expressions. This sudden and terrifying explosion made them realize that something uncontrollable had happened to the situation.

However, before they could wonder for long, several ninth-level elves in miserable condition appeared directly beside them.

The Speaker's final self-destruction directly involved several elves who were unable to escape. Although they worked together to survive at the critical moment, they were all severely traumatized by the rules.

"The situation has changed, go! Get out of here!"

Forcibly suppressing his own injuries, Seymour's mental fluctuations carried everything that happened in the previous half-plane into the spirits of the two left-behind ninth-level elves, and then met the two ninth-level elves with the same dramatic changes in their expressions without looking back. Teleport to escape.

As the elves fled, the crimson stained by the realm in the sky quickly dissipated, leaving only a dark void that could not be eliminated.

But with the appearance of this hole, something indescribable quickly began to spread throughout the entire network.

Fortunately, due to the previous "internet disconnection", many people took off their headbands and survived, but there were also many who did not take off their headbands.

At this moment, as the connection to the constructed network was restored, these people fell down without a groan.

Due to the information pollution transmitted by the yellow figure, the Speaker has begun to distribute the information pressure to every network connector regardless of the consequences.

When the ontology is completely abandoned and the will is completely integrated with the construction network, the speaker at this moment has truly broken away from the category of "individual creature" and transformed into a collection of group pan-consciousness.

The strength of the group's will depends on the total number and average quality of the individuals that make up the group.

With the speaker's unremitting promotion in the past few years, the number of people using the construction network has now reached an exaggerated level of tens of millions.

The pressure that Heinz alone cannot bear will no longer be so unbearable if it is shared by countless people in the federation.

Of course, the price is that the individuals who bear these taboo knowledge will be permanently affected.

Visible to the naked eye, mutations began to occur without warning in those who wore construction headbands.

Some people grew dense swaying buds all over their bodies, some began to bleed from all seven orifices, and some turned pale, with their facial features twisted together like a whirlpool. But all the mutated people seemed to be unaware of this, just standing there blankly as if they had lost their souls.

"Ah!"

The civilians who saw all this happening screamed in fear and fled far away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, fearing that the mutations on their bodies would be transmitted to themselves.

The only good news is that since these taboo information has been diluted by Heinz and the source has disappeared. At this moment, it is distributed to tens of millions of network connections, so it will not directly cause death.

"It's a bit troublesome... Although Landon's last move seems to have severely damaged Heinz, it still allows the Speaker to connect to the external construct network."

In the floating city, Avis frowned and pinched his nose.

Compared with before, the current Speaker is the real final form.

With the Seer-level alchemy spirit 'Heinz' as the core, the construct head rings throughout the federation as tentacles, and the Speaker himself who has abandoned his body as the central will, together they form a construct skynet covering the heads of all living beings.

Obviously, as the Speaker disperses the pressure, Avis has little time left.

When the Speaker sorts out his own state, then it will be the time for him to be completely destroyed.