Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 207 Sphere
Even guessing that this galaxy should be a pure land that has never been touched by "players", Zuo Wu at least felt a little bit relieved.

But it doesn't help to change the current situation.

The Creation of the Gods is still spreading, and it is still unknown whether it can be suppressed by the Great Wall twisted into a black line by the high-dimensional space.

as well as.

This "Great Wall" should not be like Gou Yiying, who are lightly touched by creatures in the three-dimensional world, showing what they should look like when they are in the low-dimensional world.

The result may even be the other way around, the ancient painting Qingkong will be directly assimilated by the behemoth and boundless Great Wall, and will be forcibly upgraded——

That means the complete destruction of the body structure, Zuo Wu has never experienced this kind of attack before, and he has no confidence in whether he can absorb it smoothly.

Not everyone can transform from a mass of black lines to a human form like Gou Yisheng, but there is nothing wrong with it; even now, his internal organs have been pinched and displaced by the ancient painting Qingkong, but he is still alive and kicking.

Should Gou Yiying be released as a detector?
It doesn't work either, the approximate outcome of doing this is that the confused Gou Yizhang disappears after letting go; it turns into a strand of tangled black threads, blows away with the wind, and drifts away slowly.

If you want to find it again, you can only let the mecha get close to the Great Wall, and use its detectors to slowly search for people inch by inch. Isn't it the same in the end?
Still have to take a risk.

Fortunately, the friendliness shown by the Great Wall shows no signs of disappearing.

This gigantic creation built in the void already understood that Zuo Wu and the others came from three dimensions, and the black lines that formed themselves danced to make way for the clear sky of the ancient painting.

Its behavior made the mecha rely on the various data detected to conduct a blind man's detection process of the void, and suddenly encountered a huge obstacle——

The data monitored by all the instruments all dropped to zero, as if they had stepped into an absolute nothingness.

Even the fluctuations of the Creation Manifesto, which had been paying close attention to before, was completely undetectable.

The beautiful creation became blind all of a sudden, and was at a loss until it received some messages from the Great Wall.

Before the information was translated, Gou Yisheng smiled first:
"The Great Wall sent a reminder saying that high-dimensional space radiation is rampant, which is not good for your skin. It is recommended that you apply more sunscreen."

The fluctuation of the Creation Call to God can also be understood as a kind of radiation.

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Sunscreen? Radiation protection? Is your Great Wall a bad joke?"

"Yes, don't you like it?"

Gou Yisheng shrugged: "It's doing it for your own good. It's also a good intention to block all the weapon fluctuations from a distance. It also...hasn't received guests for a long time."

The lines that formed the Great Wall in the void fell silent as Gou Yisheng's voice fell, which gave the god enough face and also showed that it was indeed lonely.

The ancient painting Qingkong sighed softly, no longer hesitated, but moved forward boldly with confidence.

immediately.

Compared to the Great Wall, this small creation is like a fish swimming in ripples. Its ordinary forward movement also set off the magnificent flow of the endless black line.

The Great Wall is changing its shape for the clear sky of the ancient painting, letting go of its majestic figure.

Zuo Wu didn't feel that it was welcoming his god, but was really rejoicing for the guests he hadn't received for a long time.

In a trance.

The black line that constitutes the Great Wall has completed its shape change. Originally, the ancient painting Qingkong was not far away from it, but at this moment it has been wrapped in its middle.

The evidence is that the originally pure white sky in the high-dimensional space around the clear sky in the ancient painting is now covered by black lines, up, down, left, and right, like a huge birdcage.

And a sphere was quietly waiting for them in the middle of the birdcage made of the Great Wall.

sphere?

This was the first time that Zuo Wu saw something other than the black line in the void, but Gou Yizhang did not fulfill his friendship as a landlord by explaining to a group of people.

Zuo Wu could only take the initiative to ask: "Gou Yishi, is that ball the manager here?"

"……I have no idea."

"Aren't you the creator of Tower Worm?"

Gou Yisheng still shook his head: "If your child hides under the quilt and makes some small handicrafts, and one day forgets to take them back, can you guarantee that you will know what they are making at the first sight?"

Zuo Wu understood that this was just a metaphor for Gou Yisheng, but he still grinned and imagined it—Della has four hands, and when doing handicrafts, she often fumbles and knots them together, and the little toys she makes are really abstract.

However, under the guidance of Jin Mian, when Daila made all kinds of earth bombs, she was like a godsend when she used the formula ratio, which even made the orc lady who taught her frightened.

Zuo Wu often feels very sorry for Della's inability to fully display her blasting talent. This time, he thought that after obtaining the inheritance of pure-blooded humans, he would buy a piece of land at random and hire a construction team so that the mother of insects could live well. It's a lot of fun.

Della...

Chongniang's smile flashed through Zuo Wu's mind, and the fugitive she was in was still in danger; having reached this point, the fastest way to press back the Creation Manifesto might be hidden in that sphere.

Zuo Wu immediately forgot all the hesitation, and just ordered Ai Shanshan to open the ancient painting Qingtian and move forward.

Near the sphere, the void seemed to be distorted again; the ancient painting Qingkong and everyone in its cabin just felt that they had taken a step forward, and the sphere appeared in front of everyone.

And the mech's detector still couldn't detect any data.

Zuo Wu squinted his eyes, and took a few serious glances through the authority opened by the optical instrument——

This sphere seems to condense the blackness of the entire galaxy; it may also be formed by black lines, but there are too many and dense black lines to condense such a perfect spherical shape.

and many more.

Zuo Wu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, if the black line symbolizes something that can be mapped to the three-dimensional world, and the denser and longer the black line, it means that the more complex and the greater the quality of the thing;

Then what kind of thing would this sphere formed by the incomparably dense darkness appear in the real world?
A neutron star in which every particle that makes up itself has been carefully crafted?
Or simply a small black hole that has been artificially modified?
That is to say, in the void, such a thing can be safely placed here; if it is in the real world, the gravitational force possessed by its majestic mass alone may be able to crush all objects that approach it.

In high-dimensional space, gravity is abstracted into black lines.

And Ai Shanshan also recovered from being amazed at the scale of the black ball, rubbed his fingers on the joystick of the ancient painting Qingkong, and whispered: "So, how should we communicate with this ball? Say hello first?"

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "What you saw was also a ball?"

"Well, with this level of transformation, our spirits can no longer affect the image it reflects in our minds. It is a ball, and I am sure it is true," the sea monster nodded:
"The oldest way to say hello in the galaxy is to knock prime numbers, shall we try?"

Two, three, five, seven, eleven... As long as there is a civilization with a mathematical foundation in this galaxy, it can understand the meaning of this series of prime numbers; it is also telling the other party that they have intelligence.

The method of conveying the message is very simple, that is, let the ancient painting Qingkong clap in front of it, twice, three times, five times...

Black Ball responded immediately, and Gou Yisheng was still acting as the interpreter:
"People of Renlian! It's not like Renlian's style to expose your mathematics so easily!"

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Renlian? What Renlian... No, we can barely be regarded as Dilian people and Dilian's creations at most. Gou Yizhu, did you translate it wrong?"

But this time, Black Ball seems to have deciphered their language, and asked himself:
"Emperor Alliance? Interesting, the 'Renlian' in this world line is called 'Emperor Alliance'?"

"Then your galaxy should be a world where countless creatures can grow freely, isn't it? Just be careful, don't be discovered by Renlian."

(End of this chapter)