Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 202 One after another
According to what Levina had previously peeped at the Tranquil Planet, Marika and her dead were transformed and resurrected by a touch of warmth ignited in the void.

This warmth is like an external power furnace placed in the void for each deceased, providing them with a steady stream of energy and materials for repairing the body-the void is a world where matter and spirit intermingle, and it can do this Not empty words.

It's just that this warmth is just a touch, and it is the only success that Marika has exhausted her efforts.

Because of this, the warmth in the void is shared by all the dead, and Marika, who masters this warmth, has become the absolute center of the dead.

Unlike each individual of Chudan elves, they can theoretically have their own high-dimensional form.

The professor not only controls the "life" of the deceased, but also their "death".

Probably no leader has had such control over his subordinates since ancient times. It's just that Marika upholds his belief in the Golden Land and has never intervened or interfered with the dead under his command.

The current scale of this warmth is still very small, and Marika used a special treatment method to bring it with her, and it was not placed on the Fugitive, otherwise the professor's whereabouts would not have become a mystery to Zuo Wu and the others.

And unless the dead were injured by shattered bones, they would be more inclined to be resurrected in situ; the time of resurrection is limited by the distance from the warmth.

Lun, who will work hard and is still on the quiet planet, is still working hard in the Merryweather branch after being transformed into a deceased by Marika; he has also formed an alliance with Mr. Blunt No. [-], and their careers and business Both triumphantly.

It's just that Lun and Marika are too far apart now, and it's a little bit incapable of recovering energy and repairing the body damaged by crazy work; otherwise, Lun really wants to waste all his rest time at his work station.

This aura even influenced Master Duzi No. [-] to work harder.

and so.

The Creation Manifesto broke out in the Star Sea Alliance, and then involved Marika and all the dead under her command. When the warmth was also swayed by the turbulence in the void, Fatty Lun was probably the first in the hinterland of the Imperial Alliance to feel the warmth. The one that senses.

But Lun is only the head of a Merryweather branch, and being able to control trade between several regimes is already the limit. There is really no way to do anything about the explosion thousands of light-years away.

It just came from the warmth, and there was an uncomfortable throbbing that needed to be pressed against the chest to suppress it.

This should be "worry". Lun's worry about Marika is fleeting in his heart; he is a businessman, and he should immediately think about the gains and losses of benefits; it is quite warm to let this kind of worry stay in his heart for a second.

Who will need this news the most?
Lun opened the address book and stared at the two names at the top; second in line was of course Master Blunt No. [-], one of his staunchest allies at present.

At the top is General Yi Yisi.

Because of saving Zuo Wu's face, Lun got the general's personal contact information, but there was never any email correspondence.

This news might be an excellent stepping stone, Lun thought, and, considering his tone, he was the first to send the news from far away.

Originally, Lun didn't want to get any reply. How could he care about such a small role as a general of the legion?I just hope that the news I learned in advance can make General Yi Yisi a little curious.

did not expect.

The other end of the dialog box was quickly displayed as read, and another line of text appeared in front of Lun.

The text from Yi Yisi is very brief: "Thank you, what a pity."

pity?What a pity?
Lun thought quickly, it shouldn't be that the general already knew about the Star Sea Alliance - otherwise Yi Yisi would have no need to reply, let alone thank him.

Is it Yi Yisi who regrets that although his news is useful, he has no room to react?
What was he bound by?It shouldn't be, since getting in touch with Zuo Wu again, the precarious situation of the legion has stabilized. Although the general is still busy, he shouldn't be too busy to deal with such an event as the alliance's upheaval.

Speaking of which... what is the most fundamental mission of the legion stationed on this quiet planet?

It is the second encirclement net to guard against and encircle the ancient star gate of Chudan Angel.

A conjecture quickly emerged in Len En's mind, and his voice became louder and more convincing——

Could it be that the ancient star gate belonging to the Chudan angels, which has been silent for a long time and is almost slacking off, has finally begun to change?
The threat from millions of years ago bared its fangs and pulled all the power of the Imperial Union together; but before the "beast" hit the net, no one knew whether the slender rope would be enough.

……

If Zuo Wu knew about the changes in the legion, he would be able to draw conclusions faster than Lun; after all, the angel just temporarily won the battle after the fusion with Bai Aisi, so it is nothing to be able to make the silent ancient star gate react unimaginable.

On the contrary, the warmth of the deceased created by Marika was blown and swayed instead of extinguished in the monstrous waves raised by the God Creation Mantra in the depths of the void, which made Zuo Wu look at him with admiration.

It should be noted that if there is no absorption by oneself, the shell of the clear sky of the ancient painting can't stop the turbulent flow of the void; judging from this point alone, the warmth is higher than the top war creations of the Imperial Union.

But this incomparably tenacious warmth in the chaotic void is only the original form of the high-dimensional bodies of the Chudan angels.

It seems that the battlefield surrounding the ancient star gate is not optimistic, but for Zuo Wu and the others, it is thousands of light-years away, so it is irrelevant now.

After Levina uttered what she heard in this moment of waking, she fell into a trance dream again; the sleep talking from time to time seemed to be singing a nursery rhyme from her hometown, and occasionally chanting the names of Zuo Wu and Ai Shanshan.

Ai Shanshan, who was driving the clear sky of the ancient painting, looked at his maid with concern, then gritted his teeth and turned back to regain his energy, and asked Zuo Wu:
"Guhua Clear Sky has probably detected where Marika's 'warmth' is, what should I say? Shall we go and have a look?"

"Of course," Zuo Wu nodded: "Professor, they must have also been crushed by the Creation Manifesto, and the recovery must have started near that warmth;"

"You have also seen Levina's state. We can't always rely on the voice she heard. We can find Marika, a professional scientist, to listen to her advice. It is also our hope to find the source of the explosion in the void...perhaps the only one hope."

Ai Shanshan smiled: "I hope that Guhua Qingkong will be able to shake Marika out of it if he shakes it with the warmth in his arms."

Guhua Qingkong beeped a few times: "I am pessimistic, because I am a creature of war and am good at using knives, but I really can't do things that are too precise."

"Have a try."

Zuo Wu appointed a good direction, which really added some hope to the group who were like headless chickens in the void;
He has also been looking at the clock that shows the time in the real world through calculation. As they go deeper and deeper in the void, the hour and minute hands on the watch move slower and slower, but it is hard to tell whether it is a slow death.

You have to try these words, more like Zuo Wu's comforting words left to himself; he leaned back, and actually fell asleep;
Sleep has always been a good way to escape from reality. If everything is really irreversible, then he really wants to jump into the deepest part of the void, and make the moment before the Fugitive crash into his eternity with the attitude of stopping and observing.

But that also meant that he lost the ability to interfere with reality, and could only walk an inch in the void.

To put it simply and crudely, if you want to do anything in the void, you will lose the observer effect, and the time in the real world will start to flow relatively.

"Time stop" is extremely subjective to the "observer". Objectively speaking, time has never stopped its pace.

This feeling made Zuo Wu a little uncomfortable, as if his actions to find that warmth were accelerating the Fugitive into the abyss, even though it was not the case.

Ji Zhi seemed to see Zuo Wu's uneasiness, and stopped biting the back of his neck or ears, but patted his head very gently.

The ancient painting Clear Sky is still fighting through the turbulent flow, and the "7 minutes" was stretched very long, but it is still being consumed.

Even Levina stopped her sleep talking and just snored softly.

at last.

The warmth was getting closer and closer, but Ai Shanshan's brows were raised high: "Huh? Strange."

Zuo Wu was extremely nervous again: "How to say?"

"The detector of the ancient painting clear sky detected a strange signal before the warmth, and the database is comparing what it is."

Most creatures in the galaxy have no way to directly understand the scene in the void. For example, what Zuo Wu can see is only abstract lines dancing wildly in a pure white space;
Even the direction of progress and the depth of the void can only be known by the values ​​​​of various instruments carried on the ancient painting Clear Sky.

Void is still an unfamiliar "land" to Dilian.

The ancient painting Qingkong also couldn't understand the new things encountered in this high-dimensional space in the first place, so he could only use the database to conduct audition comparisons to find out what it might be.

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue. Now, every second counts, and data analysis sometimes results in a few seconds, and sometimes it may take hours, or even days; how could it be possible to wait in this mood?
He had to think of a sideways way, Zuo Wu looked at Levina who was lightly sleeping next to him, and gave Ji Zhi a few glances.

Renma Niang understood, she put down the hand that was caressing Zuo Wu's hair, and pinched the elf's small nose again.

The soft snoring stopped, Levina's face was flushed, and she opened her eyes suddenly, but she didn't have time to get angry, but her eyes suddenly lit up:

"Wow, what an interesting voice! Why didn't you wake me up earlier? ... And the boss, I just realized that you have a bad posture when you touch us."

It's really bad, Zuo Wu is lying on Ji Zhi's body; his legs are spread apart, and Ai Shanshan's waist is carefully placed inside; his left hand is holding Levina's single arm, and Shi Wen'er and Liang are in the right armpit. Bone Ling.

The starfish has not spoken for a long time, and Liang Guling has been adjusting her uncomfortable posture; she has successfully accommodated her limbs into the abdominal cavity, saving a lot of space.

Zuo Wu bared his teeth at Levina, feeling a little numb in the bodies of the people he was holding: "Just tell me what the sound you heard is."

Levina nodded, the pleasurable pain that deepened through the shallow sleep seemed to have become a part of her body, and she could listen more and more easily.

Her long ears trembled, at first she seemed quite distressed, but then, her eyes became brighter: "Aha, I think it's a person standing in front of that warmth!"

A person standing in a high-dimensional space?
Zuo Wu rubbed his eyebrows: "Could it be another acquaintance?"

"Yeah! Boss, you are so smart," Levina smiled happily:

"That's Gou Yizhu, that's definitely Gou Yizhu, there's nothing wrong with it!"

Gou Yi died?

Zuo Wu also began to feel more and more headaches. Gou Yizhan claimed to be a god. After Li Quer attacked Furry Auction, he was taken away as the auction organizer and came to Shi Wener's court?
He was also swept in by the explosion, but because he is a god himself, he was supposed to live in the void before his "Stand of Tower Worm" was lost.

It's just that the detonation this time is of a special nature, blurring the boundary between high-dimensional and low-dimensional to a certain extent, so he was also thrown into the void?
This is Zuo Wu's conjecture, he told it, only Ai Shanshan and Ji Zhi can communicate.

Ji Zhi shrugged slightly to Zuo Wu: "I don't understand, but what you said must be right."

Liangguling, who had huddled himself together, finally spoke out weakly:
"Are you going to talk to Gou Yizhan? Let's not talk about how to pull him out of the void; he is crazy in reality, will it get worse if he is really rescued?"

Levina shook her head, and the tips of her ears brushed against Zuo Wu's face again and again:
"Little Skeleton Man, it's not a problem to pull Gou Yizhan out; I can hear that he hasn't retrieved the Taowurm Staff, he can't take the initiative to enter the void, and he is still a creature of low-dimensional reality...a creature like us;"

"So, as long as we touch him, there will be a 'bang'! He will recover, and the ancient painting Qingkong will be able to catch him and bring him in! It doesn't matter if you don't bring it in, or you can keep it in your hand ..."

The elf was a bit out of line, probably because she was confused by the joy brought by the pain, but she finally gave a general idea of ​​the matter.

Zuo Wu nodded.

The ancient painting Qingkong was moved by Ai Shanshan, and his dignified voice was somewhat helpless: "'Boom' sound? I hope the alliance can buy all the parts of my arm."

Levina smiled confusedly: "What are you afraid of? You can learn from me, the boss likes it."

"I don't need your boss's liking."

While speaking, turning on the optical instrument while the ancient painting was clear, Zuo Wu could only see a group of particularly abstract lines in front of a piece of pure white.

The hand of the creator reaches straight into this mass of lines.

The low-dimensional and high-dimensional conflicts, and the hand of the ancient painting Qingkong began to disintegrate, like a chemical displacement reaction. When the wrist of the creature also decomposed into lines and went away in a carnival, the small human figure finally appeared in front of the mecha.

Gou Yisheng looked very unhappy:
"Do what?"

"I'm having a drink with the professor!"

(End of this chapter)