Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Chapter 308 Fractal Theory (4K)

Imaclada acted as if he didn't see that Rick was about to die. He said expressionlessly and indifferently, "This is his own choice."

"Even though I really don't want him to die, it's not up to me to decide at the moment."

She seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with her, as if she was a robot, speaking directly and ruthlessly without any disguise.

"Now, his life or death can be decided by you, but I need a guarantee." Wu Heng actually liked this kind of straightforwardness.

"I see!"

When Imaclada heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then a small fluorescent green flame suddenly ignited in the center of his pupils.

The flame gradually spread.

Her pupils were like plastic caught in a blazing fire. They quickly deformed, shrank, and then completely melted.

It was replaced by green flames that filled the entire eye sockets.

Her skin, starting from her neck, gradually turned blue, a color only found on dead people. Her originally expressionless, pale face wrinkled slightly.

It turns out that women are visual animals. Even a female ghost cannot tolerate herself becoming so ugly.

The flames in Imaclada's eyes swayed out of her sockets and floated to the edge of the 'Snake Cage'. She said:

"Since I died, I refused to enter Hell."

"So in order to protect my soul, I used necromancy to refine my soul core into this soul fire. It is my lifeblood."

"Controlling it means controlling my life."

Wu Heng looked at the flames in front of him. Having used the Seven Evils Reincarnation to transform into black smoke, he could feel it.

This green flame is somewhat similar to the black fog, and is indeed her core lifeline. The power contained in it is not strong, and there is no hidden trick. At most, it is equivalent to the power of a grenade explosion.

This woman really understood what he meant. Her strength was not weak. If there was not enough control and protection, Wu Heng would never let go of her easily.

Not even if it meant killing her.

She also knew this, so she didn't bother to fight with him and just gave up her fatal weakness directly.

"it is good!"

"I like to make friends with smart people." Wu Heng controlled a 'church field' to wrap around Imaclada's soul fire and brought him out of the cage.

There is also a second half of the sentence in his heart: the prerequisite is that the person is smart and under his control.

Throughout history, there were many people who were killed by ordinary emperors simply because their ministers were beyond their control.

Most smart people are relatively calm. If they are too smart, they will know better how to make trade-offs. With trade-offs, there will be betrayal.

Wu Heng swept his mind,
He used the power of nightmare to lock Green Flame into his own dream cage and set up thirty layers of dream barriers.
If necessary, he could destroy it with just a thought.

Even if Leviathan came, it would not be able to forcibly keep the green flame without Wu Heng's consent.

The green flame in the cage disappeared.

Imacleda groaned, as if she had been traumatized. Circles of flesh grew in her eye sockets, which then formed into eyeballs. The bruises on her body quickly disappeared.
His original pale skin color returned to normal. Although he still looked cold, he was at least much better than the zombie state.

She turned her head to look at Rick, then looked back at Wu Heng. Her meaning was very clear.

"Okay, stop it!" Wu Heng said softly.

He saw that the sheep-headed demon had been hitting Rick like a ping-pong ball. At this moment, Rick's muscles were like a leaky sack.

If it weren't for the extremely firm will of a dog,
I guess he would have collapsed long ago and become a corpse.

After hearing this, the goat-headed demon withdrew his hand in boredom, turned around and walked back to the "Church of Redemption", and came to Wu Heng's side.

Rick was still trying to pounce on me in the shrine.
The ossuary he was blessed with had been completely shredded, and he had fallen to the level of a demon. He could not even break through the church blockade where the hole in the wall was, let alone enter the church.

It was like a wild animal caught in a trap, growling and scratching constantly.

When Imaclada saw Rick's miserable appearance and heard Wu Heng speak, she stretched out her pale right hand, and the solvent medium fluctuated. Rick, whose soul was enslaved by her, was instantly controlled by her.

"Rest in peace, Rick!"

As the voice fell without any fluctuation, Rick instantly felt a sense of relief from his mind. The twisted pain in his body that had been tormenting him all the time disappeared instantly.
My consciousness became blurry.

The twisted muscle strips all over his body also collapsed piece by piece, and the whirlwind turbine on his back collapsed inward, turning into an angular iron heart that fell to the ground, with its arteries still pulsating.

She waved her right hand and the heart flew back into her hand.

"My Lord, this is Rick's core." Imaclada handed the heart to Wu Heng.

"Keep it for yourself."

Wu Heng took a quick look and rejected it. The essence of this heart was similar to an upgraded version of the Curse Heart.
The reason why he refused,
First, Rick's strength is limited, and the ossuary that can be blessed is obviously a one-time burst item;

Secondly, this kind of dog-licking character is comparable to that of a crazy cultist. He is not afraid of death at all. Even if he holds the other person's lifeline and threatens the other person with his own life, it is useless.

It would be better to leave it to Imaclada to control and let Rick be a "slave among slaves".

"This kid is not afraid of death, which is good. I have only eaten people with this kind of personality three times in my life, and the meat was always sour and hard."

The goat-headed demon at the side praised without understanding what was going on.

Wu Heng smiled and glanced at it, and it immediately closed its mouth. Wu Heng then turned to Imaclada and said:
"How many times have you used your inherited talent for 'cutting'?"

"twice"

"I cut down on 'Material Plunder' and 'Physical Constitution' respectively." Imaclada replied truthfully.

"Oh?!" Wu Heng didn't expect that she could reach this level of strength with just two uses.

There is nothing to say about 'Physique'. Imaclada already has a strong foundation, but 'Material Plunder' seems very strong.
In fact, it is equivalent to the "absorption" ability of the spellcaster.

in this world,
Any soul that enters Leviathan Hell and is marked will be transformed by the rules of hell and become a curser of Leviathan Hell. The number of cursers is more than tens of millions.

Not to mention the cursers, there are countless "inferior" hell monks like Rick who have been transformed by monks.

but,

Among them, there are only a handful of people who can reach the level of Hell Monks.

The limit of most people is Rick's level.

Imaclada sacrificed her two sisters, and all she got at the risk of her life was a chance to stand on the same level as the cursers without her soul being controlled by the Lord of Hell.

If she was willing to be controlled by Leviathan, there would be no need for such means.

This is why Wu Heng believes that she is truly a brilliant talent. After all, after Wu Heng was transformed into a curser, he could escape to other worlds, and then use other means to change himself and cleanse the curser mark of Leviathan Hell.

But Imaclada could not.

She was trapped in this world, and once infected, her 'freedom' would be over.

Perhaps this is why she stopped resisting when she was caught.
Because in his heart, he has probably already prepared himself to be controlled. Compared to the Lord of Hell, even if he is controlled by Wu Heng, he still has a chance to escape.

As for loyalty?

Even Wu Heng hadn't expected this. Who would like to be a slave to others as long as they cooperated?

In this plot world, the fate of 90% of creatures will be controlled.

Of the remaining 10%, most are too rubbish to be worth looking at.
There are only a handful of people who have a little bit of power and have never been enslaved.

"If I want to use the remaining two "cuts", I must communicate with the Soul Fire." Seeing Wu Heng thinking, Imaclada explained.

The purpose is to tell Wu Heng,
He didn't have to worry that she might secretly use "cutting" to gain some incredible talent, and then something would happen that was beyond Wu Heng's control.

"It's okay, I just want to ask."

"To be honest, I met you on this trip purely by chance. My real purpose was to enter the Garden of Eden." Wu Heng said.

"Garden of Eden?!"

When Imaclada heard these three words, she immediately knew why Wu Heng came to her. Of course, it was because she was the creator of the "Jacket of Ecstasy".

The fact that Wu Heng came to find her showed that he also knew that she was the creator.
There is no written record of this incident, and the memories of ordinary phantoms have been deleted.
A secret message known only to the clan members.

Being able to know this news naturally means that Wu Heng already knows everything, including where the jacket is!
“I understand, but now I have lost the strong ambition and desire to make new jackets.”

"So we must go to the Liwa village on the edge of Rukahali, get the Ye.Me family's jacket first, and then go deep into the deadly desert area in the center of Rukahali known as the 'Blank Mirror'."

"After crossing the big sand dune, you will see the 'barrier'."

Wu Heng nodded with satisfaction. The information that Imaclada said was completely consistent with the memories he saw in Via's husband's mind, and was even more detailed.

At least in the memory of Via's husband, there was only the relevant location, but not the name of the village.

It seems,

If Imaclada really wanted to destroy the Illusion Clan, it would be very simple. He could just drive the wolf to devour the tiger and eliminate the Illusion Clan in Liva Village first. Then Uriel would naturally destroy the entire Illusion Clan.
But she never did.

But these have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't want to interfere in these matters.

"Okay, let's go to Liwa Village first." Wu Heng made the decision.

For the three of them now, no matter where they are going, they don’t need to make too much preparation, they can just turn around and go out together.

at this time,

It was snowing lightly on the streets of Kimano County outside the church.

"These snowflakes." The goat-headed demon caught a piece with his claws and licked it with his long black tongue. After tasting it, he smacked his lips and said, "It's a bit strange and unnatural."

Wu Heng frowned as he watched the snow continue to fall. He used his nightmare power to explore for a while before saying:

“The snow is normal, but the weather is abnormal.”

"Something is disturbing the weather in this area. I don't know what it is going to do, but it has nothing to do with us."

After Wu Heng finished speaking, he turned into black smoke and soared into the sky, followed closely by two people behind him.

As they returned to the previous location, heading for the Shrine of the Dead, Lake passed by the site of the Mackinac Channel that was introduced between the two islands.

It was discovered that the river was originally frozen.

In just one hour, nearly one meter of snow accumulated.

The snowflakes above the river can no longer be called "snowing", they are simply "pour snow"!
But along the coast, there are still many people stopping.

Workers, old people, children, reporters, drivers, all kinds of unrelated people crowded on the shore to observe this abnormal weather.

One of them was a middle-aged man with glasses wearing a thick suit and a blue sweater.

Standing at the front of the crowd, with his back to the Mackinac Ice and Snow Waterway, he continued to explain to everyone:

"Look at this snowflake. People generally believe that the shape of snowflakes is formed randomly."

"But according to the 'fractal principle', this statement is still debatable."

At this time, the snow along the coast suddenly fell heavier!

The middle-aged man with glasses didn't care about the weather at all. He drew a triangle on the snow with his feet and continued: "Everyone, please look at this equilateral triangle. It has three equal sides."

"If we add a corner in the middle of each side, we get a dodecagon."

"So suppose we add a corner in the middle of each side of this new shape, and repeat this process, we will end up with a snowflake."

"Since 'fractal theory' can help us reorganize those 'randomly formed' graphics in a certain orderly manner."

"Some 'experts' who specialize in the study of irregular graphics hope to use this theory to explore the possibility that there is 'order' in 'chaos'!"

When the middle-aged man with glasses said this,

The heavy snow had completely covered everyone's clothes and hats, and the snow under their feet had quickly risen above their calves.

Some of the shorter and weaker children in the crowd,
They were completely frozen to the snow, lying straight on the ground, with innocent curiosity still on their faces, like lifelike ice sculptures.

But the middle-aged man did not stop talking, and the child's body reflected in his lenses did not cause any emotional fluctuations.

“I prefer to practice rather than talk about it on paper!”

“Only by turning theory into reality and giving life to words can we create new things.”

"So I need everyone's cooperation and participation to perfect this experiment dedicated to improving the chaotic human form and making the human body's appearance more 'regular' and 'ordered'."

When the middle-aged man with glasses said this, his tone suddenly became cold. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the sky, roaring:
“Now, winter has arrived!”

"It's time to experiment!"

As the middle-aged man with glasses finished speaking, the speed of the snowflakes falling over the river suddenly increased. The dense and vast snowflakes looked like a waterfall pouring down from space.

The river channel bears this substantial impact force.

It actually made a 'booming' sound.

(End of this chapter)