Chapter 1578 Now

The Gate of Survival Court has once again proven its performance and reliability.

No matter what earth-shattering changes happened inside, it was still completely impossible to spy from the outside.

There were no cracks or waves visible, only bursts of sharp sounds like the wails of the world spread from the violently shaking stone cube.

Ling Huaishi's eyes were filled with darkness.

"Huaishi, Huaishi, wake up!"

Kuafu roared, tugged on his collar, and shook him vigorously: "Now is not the time to be distracted!"

Outside the light of the scorching sun, darkness rises from the ground like a tide, turning into a wall that swallows everything, advancing majestically. I don’t know how long I have been preparing and waiting for this moment to arrive.

The abyssal frenzy of counterattack swept across.

The earth was dyed red with blood again. From in front of the scorching sun, giant axes continued to cut down from the clouds, opening up ravines like mountains. From the sway of Tianzhu Martial God, the rushing tide was defeated again and again.

The tide is endless and endless.

Amidst the thunder, the drums started beating again.

Carelessly singing songs of destruction, approaching inch by inch.

But at this juncture, Huai Shi's eyes suddenly turned black.

Unable to control himself from the high-pitched and shrill voice, the terrifying pain that penetrated his soul kept erupting, making him finally realize that the source of the pain was not the strange echo emitted by the cube of stone.

Rather, it comes from within one’s own soul…

That silent ancient book.

As if it had been burned red, a crack appeared faintly on the cover.

Fate is mourning.

At that moment, Huaishi finally felt it.

Something was being modified quietly, but I was unaware of it.

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In the hospital, no irritating and piercing alarms can be heard.

Under the arrangement of the auxiliary intelligence, the participating creators and grandmasters had already gathered in one place, staring intently at the analysis coming from the external observation equipment.

"The gate of the Survival Institute is still being sealed, but if this continues, abnormal internal changes may cause large-scale spillovers."

Nifenheim's voice was dry: "The details are still unknown, but after integrating all the current analysis and data, it can be concluded that the internal entropy value is rapidly shrinking... The red shift in the simulation sandbox has been Reversed.”

There was a brief silence that came suddenly. Almost everyone present was a creator. No matter how bad they were, they were all scholars with multiple majors or above. No matter how little common sense they had, they should understand what happened.

"Wait, please make your point clearer."

Shah was in disbelief: "The time behind the door was forcibly reversed?"

Nifenheim nodded: "So far, it seems that is indeed the case."

No one spoke.

It’s not so much unbelievable as it is that even if I scratch my bald head and burn all my brains, I still can’t figure it out – how the hell is this done? !

It doesn’t make sense, it’s impossible!

Even in the current situation where there is a great secret ritual that can control all laws, it is absolutely impossible to reverse time on a large scale.

The creators can accelerate time, slow down time, and slow it down to an unlimited approach to stillness, but reversal is a false proposition from the beginning.

The Rainbow Bridge can indeed achieve time jump under strict restrictions, but that is only for special individuals, and sometimes, even only for souls.

Once the environment is involved, the difficulty will increase exponentially with the movement of even one more proton.

It is absolutely impossible to reverse time on such a large scale simply by relying on force. Even if technology can make a breakthrough, how can the flute player obtain the terrifying consumption that makes the entire current situation despair?

"wrong."

Isaac's voice sounded through the secret connection.

As Russell's deputy, now the actual host of the Republic's genealogy, the new creator, and even the former doomsday guard... he had been forcibly recruited and entered the connection the moment a similar situation occurred.

"The time transfer of the Rainbow Bridge is based on the current situation. What is needed is the entire present situation. Even if you search the entire abyss, the current situation is the most suitable and stable place to serve as an anchor point.

But now that the piper is outside the current situation, there is absolutely no second anchor point that can support such a large-scale time reversal. It is also impossible to rule out the hidden mines and noises cast by both parties.

And, please see here..."

A piece of recorded data appeared in the projection in front of everyone. It was the change in entropy value and red shift in the area sealed by the Survival Institute.

It is magnified several times, and the unit is measured in femtoseconds.

"If it were a true reversal of time, then the line on the table at this moment should be a smooth straight line, but the problem is that it does not continue, but is stepped."

Isaac analyzed: "This is not an operation on time, what I want to say, but some kind of interference with reality..."

"Why are you so sure?" Nifenheim asked.

Isaac was silent.

"Because of similar technology, the Utopia also had it, and it is even still used today."

Dean 002 suddenly said: "In view of the modification, cutting and construction of reality, the construction and reproduction of 'history' are completed, and finally, in the form of 'story', it is made into an eternal copy.

This should be the same principle as ‘things are made into things’. "

"..."

Isaac's expression paused slightly, and he nodded and replied: "Yes, but the starting direction is completely different. From a conceptual point of view, it is completely opposite."

Events are made, the alchemy that transforms history into crystallization.

Its origin is the human exploration of the soul and self, and it is a technology created in order to perfectly preserve 'an individual's life' or 'a moment of all sentient beings'.

Because of this, we strive for completeness.

In order to preserve something of value, we must preserve the beginning and end, the beginning and the end. There must be no fallacy at all, nor any interference from outside forces.

Ultimately, what is created is a specimen of reality.

But the data and representations obtained at this moment are completely different——

The same principle is used violently to destroy, to change everything that happens, and even completely reverse reality.

Wantonly changing and polluting everything that happens.

Using the same technique, in turn, destroys reality.

Randomly enlarge and reduce the possibility of the evolution of things, and even replace reality with something that has never happened. Forcefully roll back what has already happened, thus achieving the same effect as time reversal.

From the beginning of the War of Realms to the present, under his promotion, countless deaths, struggles, despair and destruction have occurred between the present realm and the abyss, forming the shackles of destruction that connect the present realm and the Mother of Stone.

The dark whirlpool formed by the bonds that are almost fateful is the trap he set up!

With such a favorable geographical location, he has been able to easily reach out and control everything that is happening in front of him, and even the future.

That is no longer the case.

Because it creates nothing at all...

It's an unprecedented scale - destruction!

Another creator frowned: "Indeed, if it is not time reversal, it would be a relief, but in terms of what happened, there is no difference between the destruction of events and the reversal of time, right?"

"No, the essence is different."

Dean 002 said: "Even if the flute player can modify everything that happens, this power is still limited to the whirlpool. With the blockade of the door of the Survival Institute, there is no way to extend to the outside world.

Therefore, the limit of what he can 'recall' is the moment when the current combat power lands in the whirlpool.

Next, what should happen will definitely happen. "

No matter how we 'turn back time', everyone's memories will still remain. "

"We're just back on the same starting line," he said.

"To put it simply, giving up the so-called strategy and using hard power to crush him is enough to turn his archive into a dead archive, right?"

Chewing a mint, Shah came to a conclusion.

Nifenheim's frivolous attitude once again made Nifenheim glare.

Dean 002 nodded slightly, and finally said: "Items 10 to 71 in the proposed plan have recorded such situations and notified the landing combat forces.

In addition, to avoid unexpected situations, notify the governing bureau, activate the timekeeping module of the Rainbow Bridge, and block the current time.

In terms of combat support, I leave it to you, Nifenheim. "

"yes."

Nifenheim nodded in person.

The meeting adjourned.

On the seat, Dean 002 disappeared without a trace.

In less than a few clicks, outside the current situation, the huge structure covering the sky suddenly erupted with infinite light, covering the entire world.

Isolated from all possible time operations.

At the same time, in the Stone Cube, on the wrists of all the combat members, the bronze wristbands of the Survival Institute vibrated slightly, and the numbers changed.

Plan changes.

The feathered serpent's movements stopped, and he did not start the Hermes timepiece in his hand again, but just sighed helplessly.

"At such an old age, it is really a mistake to have to fight a war of attrition with others——"

Having said that, a hungry smile appeared on the old face that was gradually covered with bright oil paint.

One hand held the stone-toothed sword that was dripping blood endlessly, and the other hand pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Step forward towards the elements of destruction that are laughing and clapping!

There is no trick, no miracle or luck to destroy all accidents——

The battle to finalize destruction in the endless reincarnation begins here.

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In the Dean's Office of the Survival Institute, the brass typewriter still ticks the characters.

On the right side of the table, numbers quietly appeared on the calendar-like LCD screen.

[Success rate: 72%]

"Wow, what a coincidence. Are you here to fish too?"

In the lounge, Russell raised his eyes and looked at Yegor who pushed in the door, leaving Yegor stunned. For a moment, the old man wanted to turn around and leave, pretending he didn't see him.

For your own blood pressure.

But after all, he sat down and sighed tiredly: "Just, take a little rest."

Russell raised his hand and handed over a cigar sealed with a copper tube.

Yegor waved his hand: "I have quit smoking for many years."

"Perhaps, all these years of quitting smoking are just for now. The current situation is precarious, so don't worry about longevity." Russell raised his hand persistently until Yegor took it helplessly.

But he didn't light it.

However, after opening the copper pipe, I inhaled the smell, held it in my hand, and turned it unconsciously.

Relieve anxiety.

In the brief silence, Russell did not speak and smoked silently until Yegor suddenly asked: "Don't you want to go and have a look? This is an active scene that has never happened in the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy in these years."

He said, "Huai Shi did very well."

"I'm not the one who's active, and I'm not the one who's sacrificing and bleeding, so what else are you looking at?"

Russell shook his head: "Even if I saw it, I would only be jealous... Why am I no longer young? It's too shameful to let young people work on their behalf."

After hearing this, Yegor was silent for a moment and sighed softly:

"Actually, you're scared, right?"

"..."

Russell's movements stopped for a long time, and he shook his head unhappily: "What you say is really annoying."

The die has been cast and what happened can never be undone. The hard work that he had poured into, the future that he had placed his trust in, and the things that he thought were better than life... were all pushed onto the gambling table.

The only thing you can do is wait?

Who wouldn't be afraid?

He glanced at Yegor and wanted to say something to each other.

But looking at the bloodshot eyes and haggard expression on his face, he didn't say anything in the end.

It’s hard for everyone.

Times were tough.

Even if it adds insult to injury... there's no need now.

Let him relax for a few minutes.

"This is the first time I see you looking so unsure, Russell." Yegor said, "It's like a miracle."

"Tell me, is there a possibility..."

Russell thought for a moment and spread his hands slightly: "Actually, I have always been very unsure. Is it just that I pretend to be so similar that others can't tell?"

Yegor was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing anymore.

"It doesn't matter, it's the same for everyone."

He said: "It's all the same."

Similarly, knowing nothing about the future, but unwilling to retreat or give up, mustering up the courage to grope forward, staggering and crawling, struggling and fearing helplessly.

But unwilling to give up.

Not without fear.

Just being afraid won't help, that's all.

On the wall, the clock turned silently, slowly crossing the five-minute mark, and Yegor put down the cigar in his hand.

Push yourself up.

The break is over.

"Aren't you going to sit down for one more time?" Russell raised his head and asked.

"We have to go back, otherwise there will be trouble again."

Yegor waved his hand and walked towards the door.

Bang!

The sudden sound of cracking made him freeze on the spot, and he turned around subconsciously, almost thinking that Russell, the old man, had finally fired a black gun in his back.

But it wasn't a gunshot.

Russell, on the other hand, was equally at a loss.

On the wall, the originally running wall clock fell to the ground. The dial cracked, shattered, and rolled down at Yegor's feet.

"What's going on?" Russell frowned.

"I still want to ask you..."

Yegor laughed at himself and shook his head: "It's about quality."

Russell bent down, picked up the fragment of the dial, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It doesn't look like it."

"That doesn't look like it."

Yegor looked away and suddenly heard Russell's joking and sighed: "Maybe it's a warning sign."

He looked back and waved goodbye.

Then, push the door open and leave.

It's like he didn't hear it, or maybe he didn't care.

There are already too many warning signs for the current situation.

Not bad for this one.

There was silence in the lounge, except for the staff who heard the noise coming from the back door, standing there with cleaning tools, but did not approach.

In the silence, Russell lowered his head and stared at the fragment in his hand. After a long time, he put down the fragment and turned around to leave.

The staff came over, hurriedly cleaned it, called the logistics department to send a new one, then swept up the remains of the clock and dumped it into the trash can.

However, when he finally picked up the fragments Russell put on the table, his movements paused, and he lowered his head involuntarily, getting closer and looking at it suspiciously.

Those sharp fragments, edges...

A faint hint of bright red.

Like blood.

Current situation, Rome, Greek branch of the Administrative Bureau.

There was a knock on the door of the temporary office.

Ai Qing's movements faltered slightly, she stopped the review work at hand, frowned and looked in the direction of the door.

"Please come in."

The people who pushed the door open were not employees bringing information, but two men in black suits.

His face was expressionless, and he had a silver badge on his chest, so familiar.

Formal, show proof. The wording is polite and cold, and no rebuttal or questioning is allowed.

"Ms. Ai Qing, deputy director of the Central Information Department, we are the commissioners of the current security committee."

The leader showed another document: "Next, I will inform you of the summons and review from the Central Decision-making Office of the Administrative Bureau. Please cooperate with our work."

After a brief silence, Ai Qing frowned: "Now?"

"right."

The commissioner nodded and repeated: "Now."