Chapter 467 Monster, Five, Fantasy

Countless monsters appearing out of thin air from inside and outside the Order Field have formed the tide of chaos, and these trends are shaking the last foundation of the "hive city".

The surrounding firepower base stations are being destroyed one by one, and a large number of monsters have invaded the world of order where the "hive" is located.

Countless automatic cannons roared hoarsely. At this time, they had completely given up on the precise damage capability of artillery fire, and switched to a range attack mode to delay the progress of these monsters as much as possible. The extraordinary power output from the interior of the power furnace is projected in the form of Aloal solar explosives. The strong light that can illuminate all directions and all dimensions at the same time lights up and goes out countless times. The short but extremely dazzling suns continue to Rifts and gaps are torn out in the creeping sea of ​​silt, but these scars will soon be closed up, as if nothing happened.

The defense lines are being compressed circle by circle, and while the automatic turrets are struggling to deal with the tide of monsters that are invading from the outside, new monsters are beginning to directly bypass the shields and form inside them. These monsters cause Attracting the attention of the warning system, the sentry guns located inside the main turret set up an airtight skynet in the few passages in the main turret, but this defense was already struggling to its death.

Once those monsters are generated, they will wreak havoc on everything around them, and even if they are killed, the mucus flowing out of their bodies and their corpses themselves can have a serious impact on the surrounding environment. The armor structure of the fort is corroded. Even materials that exceed the limits of ordinary rules are being ablated to create more and more holes. These holes are becoming more and more numerous, denser, and expanding, and finally are so big that Enough to damage the turret itself.

The fort misfired, and the monsters frantically crossed the line of defense it had set up, trampling over its rapidly becoming broken body.

One fort sank in the crawling mud, then the second, the third, the hundredth, the thousandth, the millionth, the ten millionth.

The defense line was torn, and the "internal response" was awakened.

Many human-like and non-human shadows came out of the fluctuating space. Their sudden appearance brought a lot of false warnings to the World Circuit Hub responsible for guarding this place. The Sovereign Hub began to try to erase them, but they were like wetness. The paper will cause the handwriting to become distorted, as well as soaking time and space, melting the circuits of the world and all operations performed on them.

The heads, arms and legs of these "figures" are as long as each other, and they grow in a five-radial symmetry on the inverted pentagonal torso. Indescribable thoughts and ideas flowed in the chaotic minds of these "people". They opened their big mouths in the center of their torsos and made a strange, hoarse, taunting sound. Then a giant starfish-shaped beast directly knocked them away. Everything along the way slammed into the "branches" that built the outer structure of the hive.

Huge branches made of pitch-black material were overturned and flew away, and the rumbling sound they made when they fell to the ground shook the giant egg standing inside the nest. The huge starfish-shaped monster drove its sticky body to squeeze through the components of the nest, and roared at the red dome that should not exist in the world of order. These roars were like foreign objects that stuck in the structure of time and space. For the normal operation of the system, the space-time structure that conflicts at the legal level began to fragment, and spider web-like cracks spread. They appeared from five directions at the same time and spread towards the dome.

——Zizzi, crackle, crackle!

A series of slight cracking sounds suddenly appeared, and the red flame burning inside the eggshell suddenly went out. The sudden change was like pressing a pause button, temporarily stopping the creeping movement of the silt ocean. And in this gap, a crimson entity wrapped in flames broke through the constraints of the eggshell.

In the last remaining silence of space, the entity suddenly exploded.

The Crimson Bird breaks away from the realm of consciousness and appears in the real world in a physical form.

The Hume index here is stable, there are no countless reincarnations and madness, and there will no longer be memory fragments containing pain and tearing.

The giant crimson bird flapped its wings several times.

There is no problem. In the real time and space that is not dominated by consciousness, the crimson bird can still spread its wings and soar.

The sludge-like monsters that had swallowed up almost all time and space in the entire world discovered this alien creature, and they launched an attack on this alien creature.

The chaotic rainstorm splashed on the dilapidated remains of the "Hive" and splashed on the crimson bird's feathers. However, these heavy rains formed by condensation of unknown substances evaporated the moment they came into contact with those crimson feathers.

The bird raised his head and looked around him. The ocean of endless monsters had swallowed up the last piece of solid ground under his feet. The mud was creeping up, ready to swallow his tail feathers and paws. The bird's eyes were briefly confused for a few times. As the memory began to be clarified, the bird remembered the current situation again.

The wings flapped violently, deflecting all the attacks from the monsters. The crimson giant bird's eyes ignited with crimson fire. This fire contained hatred for the enemy's destruction of the empire, and contained thousands of The joy of being finally released from billions of years of oppression also contains the shock of waking up from countless dreams.

It opened its mouth, and a red bubble gathered in front of the bird's beak.

The ocean formed by silt felt threatened, and it stretched out countless tentacles to wrap around the strange crimson bird.

However, it was already too late.

The bubble exploded suddenly, and crimson light occupied and spread in all directions. It spread at an infinite speed, covering the crumbling time and space within the world barrier in an instant.

Under the shroud of red light, everything began to dilute and evaporate, just like tiny ice crystals falling into the flames and disappearing without a trace. The thick skin, huge body and chaotic nature of the monsters cannot resist the irradiation of red light. Whether these monsters are as small as human beings or as large as they can swallow the largest stars, they all begin to melt under the irradiation of red light.

It is different from the "melting" caused by monsters, which causes the creation of the empire to rot and soften into a puddle of mud or slime. The melting caused by the red light is more like "dilution" and "dispersion" - just like the souls of those district managers who were once immersed in the red reality and gradually became indifferent and crazy.

Red light shone throughout the world, and the surging monsters dropped countless ash clouds and raised countless smoke clouds under the red light. The mud has been eradicated, leaving only the ruins riddled with holes but still majestic. They silently tell the story of the magnificence that once existed here under the red light.

The bird remembered its mission, and it did not stay here long. After the red light dissipated, it did not tangle with the monsters that were swarming here again. It waved its wings and knocked open the world barrier, and flew into the void without looking back.

The new wave of monsters has not yet been able to stop this strange bird in their eyes. Before those giant starfish monsters that can fly through the void appear here, they can only watch the bird leave here. They turn around and head towards the end of the world, towards the end of the world. The still-fluctuating world barrier roared with hostility and unwillingness.

"First enhanced mode activation."

The sudden appearance of the broadcast attracted the attention of the monsters. Some of the monsters, whose size was no different from the "people" of the empire, began to think deeply about this. It seemed that this word had been heard and used before, but .Where is it?

"Second enhanced mode activated."

"Confirmed, there is no imperial life in this world. The 44th Sky Zone has fallen."

Some monsters once again pounced on the source of the broadcast and on the countless ruins in this world, while some monsters fell into hesitation and hesitation. They seemed to be thinking about the words in the broadcast. the exact meaning of.

"Execute the final command - self-destruct. Self-destruction method: Aloal-style full-dimensional detonation. It is an honor to serve you. This service is over."

The countless wreckage scattered in and around the capital world of the 44th Day District lit up themselves, and they released their last ray of light.

"Your Majesty Victorville, it has been observed that the 44th Sky Area has self-destructed."

"The "Crimson Trail" was observed, and the trail is moving in the predetermined direction. It is confirmed that the "Crimson Bird" has been successfully awakened."

"Yes." After confirming the news, Vidoville was temporarily relieved - after all, this is the most uncertain plan of all. To make a complex plan a one-time success without being able to make it public, conduct multiple arguments, or even conduct actual tests, betting on such a small probability is no different from recklessness.

Fortunately, the plan appears to be successful so far.

According to the plan, the scarlet bird will pick up the consciousness of people who may not have time to evacuate before the giant malicious metameme emits pink light. If possible, the bird can also pick up the consciousness of the "imperial life" whose body has mutated but whose soul and consciousness have not been eroded——

"Your Majesty Vidoville, the giant malicious metameme has changed!"

"?!" Victorville turned his eyes away from the bird hovering in the void. He suddenly discovered that in the void, the giant malicious primitive model like a giant strange hand gathered all five tentacles into the palm of his hand. - It's like clenching your fist.

"What is it going to do?!"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Deafening howls once again filled the void. Unlike before, this time even Victorville felt his "ears" begin to tingle, and various sensors began to output a large amount of unstable data. A large area of ​​chaotic and twisted Stains and garbled characters passed before my eyes.

From the hole corroded by stains, Vidoville felt that he could vaguely see a giant creature with five complete horns, a creature that could move with just the shadow cast by one complete horn. A huge figure that makes the entire empire lose its sunshine forever.

No… maybe it’s much more than just an empire…

He is so complete.

He is so holy.

He is like that.

Victorville could no longer find any words to describe the scene that was both real and illusory. The restless Hume index constantly reminded him of the abnormality of the situation, but looking at the series of warnings pouring out like a flood, Vidoville felt that they seemed to be separated from him by a hazy layer of fog, and he could not be well. I feel them, and they don't seem to come through very clearly. Wait, Woodster Vidoville? ! Wood? ! Does this count? !

"Your Majesty! An emergency! All individuals in the entire empire with identification codes or serial numbers with abnormal numbers have suffered mental contamination!" Just as Vidoville suddenly woke up from his confusion, he realized that he had not missed the most deadly thing. This warning message——

The content of the warning message shows that everything related to "Five" in the entire empire has begun to go on a rampage! !

The unique identification code contains the number 5, the name contains the character five, the serial number or number is divisible by 5, and everything related to five begins to become indescribable!

"Your Majesty, this is xs4028, Davox Kryze! I noticed something unusual - all the historical anchor points numbered five are being removed one after another! History is falling into chaos!!"

Urgent communications from the distant depths of the void gave Vidoville a moment of calm and despair.

How to fight this battle? How else to fight? ?

Everything in the empire began to fall into chaos and noise.

People with the number 5 and the fifth letter in the unique identification code began to tear apart their souls. Countless tentacles and disgusting smells began to pour out of the floors and rooms ending with zero and five. The fifth A building, the fifth planet, the fifth galaxy, the fifth world, the fifth world line, the fifth world branch, the fifth sky zone, the fifth year, the fifth era, the fifth thing, Chapter 5, the fifth paragraph divisible by five

The "5"s shrouded in pink light began to melt. Powerful beings may still be able to barely maintain themselves by calling unlimited anti-crowding resources and "exchanging blood", while individuals with lower strength can no longer maintain themselves. Their consciousness begins to fall asleep and sink, and the remaining body begins to Unstable distortion, this distortion was not rapid at first, but as time went by, such mutations were like snowballs and began to spread among "5" throughout the empire.

"Comply with the agreement, change the course to the direction of "evacuation normal line", and leave the empire!" After using several beams of white light to split open the abnormal frigate and his own guards, Kriz headed toward the ship that had been thrown behind the fleet. The wreckage paid a brief but respectful courtesy, and then, the narrative singularity caused the fleet to change course and rush out of the empire's borders at the fastest speed, heading towards the depths of the void.

…

In the ancient First Sky Zone of the empire, in a very inconspicuous corner of a narrow world, one of the oldest emperors of the empire was lying quietly on the ground.

This "body" once had the name Stratus Cavenriel, but now, this name and his body have been completely corrupted.

His torso, limbs and head no longer look like a human body. Now he is not so much a human, but more like a five-pointed star similar in size to the human body of the Empire?

The turmoil from the outside world has also spread to this world. All existences with numbers and serial numbers related to "five" have fallen into madness, while the normal people are still working hard - they now not only have to resist the omnipresent monsters, but also resist the transcendence of time and space. The hostility and indescribable distortion are getting heavier and heavier, and now you have to be careful about those former compatriots around you who may completely lose control and go crazy at any time.

An atmosphere of despair enveloped every battlefield - concepts and ideas cannot be killed. This is not a problem that can be solved with greater yield or stronger firepower. No matter how powerful your fleet is and how many cutting-edge technologies you have mastered, in the end, the enemy can even be released from your number and your experience. No matter how powerful the power is, with the extreme extension of concepts and ideas, it will eventually occupied.

This power will instead become a springboard and weapon for concepts and ideas to come into the world.

"Cavenriel" fell into a dream.

In the dream, he...or now "He" saw a series of grand and grotesque scenes.

He saw a huge cloud trying to get close to an infinitely vast membrane, but this membrane seemed to have extremely strong repulsive force. As the cloud got closer to this membrane, the cloud became more conical, The more it will be stripped and compressed.

When the bottom of the needle-like cloud finally touches the membrane, the needle tip will remain on the membrane, and the previous "cloud cone" will suddenly break apart and turn into large clouds of mist that sink to the surroundings of the membrane. .

A layer of fog has appeared on the vast membrane. This fog is not yet thick, but it seems that it will not dissipate. The fog that will not disperse may gradually gather and accumulate more and more, making the fog thicker and thicker.

Above this infinitely vast and wide "membrane", Kriz saw a strange sky that was indescribably vast and indescribably deep.

And under the infinitely high sky, this mist is flowing slowly. In most places, these mists have no order at all. They just surge chaotically, and when they collide and merge with each other, they paint one "painting" after another. These paintings are so complex that they are beyond words, no matter where they are. No matter how tiny or insignificant the part is, it will contain infinite details when intercepted, and it can support such interception and differentiation again forever.

In a few small corners, the mist seemed to be affected by external forces. They began to flow in a certain direction according to a certain rhythm, and began to "precipitate" relatively fixed things.

"So...that's it?"

"Calost, when you chose to die on the fault zone...what were you thinking..."