Chapter 921 God Who Escaped

Too many legs...

In this brief moment, the gods who did not need to rely on breathing to maintain their lives felt suffocated for a while.

Miermina stared at Naritel, she felt that something must have gone wrong with this huge, spider-like "similar" in front of her - this may be a disordered individual born based on wrong thoughts, or it may be someone who has reached madness. The "near-dead" at the critical point, no matter what the possibility is, she had better not continue to contact this spider.

The reason for being unable to escape from this spider's pursuit is of course not the childlike reason of "fewer legs than others". Miermina is very clear about this. She is just too weak now, and she is at a disadvantage in the field—

In order to plan today's bold action, she has split and reorganized herself too many times, and has been consciously controlling her "growth" since thousands of years ago, just like a person who relies on starving herself to get out The prisoner in the cage, her plan was successful, but she also made herself weak, and this weakness combined with the disadvantage on the field made it impossible for her to leave the spider unscathed.

But she must leave, and she must leave as soon as possible - here is a weird "ideological boundary", the chaotic and unformed sea of ​​consciousness waves can be used to "grind" the chain, but it can also cause great harm to herself, she has already I can clearly feel that my remaining power is being lost, and the rate of loss is getting faster and faster.

"Listen, little spider, I have to get out of here," Miermina tried to use dialogue to divert Naritel's attention while stabilizing her form, "If you change the environment and time, I'd be interested in meeting you. Talk a little more, but not today - please get out of the way."

Naritel's attitude was very stubborn: "I want to take you to see His Majesty. He said that you should go before you can go."

"...That won't work," the misty woman suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "I can't have contact with any mortals now... I finally cut off my contact with them... "

Naruiti frowned suddenly, and she wanted to reason with the other party half a step forward, but the next second, the lady as huge as the clock tower in front of her suddenly changed - those who were rising and shrinking. The shifting shadows and mists are suddenly stretched into countless ribbon-like structures, and between the grids formed by the ribbons, countless mirrors emerge from the void, reflecting the disordered spheres of light and distant objects. The dense fog, and then the balls of light and the dense fog disappeared again, and the image in the mirror became a twinkling starlight, and the starlight was stretched and twisted into weird symbols, interfering with Naritel's judgment...

Mirrors, lines, orbs of light, smoke, stars, symbols—these are all props or symbols that mortal mages use to cast spells.

Naritel was stunned for a moment in the sudden confusion, but she quickly reacted, her long limbs swept across the gray-white water, and the reflections corresponding to those mirrors appeared in the water - the upper layer The narrator weaves wrong facts, and contaminates the battlefield created by the opponent through the relationship between the reflection and the ontology. This pollution is very effective. Those hastily created things are fragmented almost instantly, revealing the "legless man." Lady" body.

Naritel rushed up immediately—the white spider jumped high in the posture of a predator, and its long limbs covered its head, but she immediately felt that something was wrong: the limbs hugged a mass without resistance. , the latter quickly disintegrated into a large number of swirling fragments, and gradually dissolved into the surrounding air.

Is it an illusion?

Naritel reacted and immediately began to capture the other party's true traces through the ubiquitous clues, but the next second she received a chaotic and huge feedback: there was aura everywhere, and energy bodies were everywhere after the collapse. Fragments, those fragments that look like illusions are actually torn from the body - the other party sacrificed more than 60% of his "body" to arrange this layer of "smoke" in order to escape his own perception!

The long legs of the white spider swiped randomly on the gray-white water several times, but after all, she could not catch the other's traces. She stopped in frustration and had to accept the fact that the prey had escaped. After a few seconds of depression, she slowly became active again, and began to gather the "ash" that remained after the fragments dissipated.

Those gray and black things were the only evidence and clues left after the invaders escaped. Although they were not useful results, they were at least a gain.

When collecting a relatively large shard of embers, Naritel "heard" a somewhat distorted voice: "...I borrowed your magic net, although this is not what you built it for. Purpose...I owe you a favor. Tell your 'Your Majesty' that this favor will be repaid one day in the future."

This is the message left by the intruder.

Naritel was stunned for a while after hearing the message, and then silently put it together with the other fragments, then she raised her head and looked at the "unconscious area" that had gradually returned to its normal state, some Shaking his head in confusion, he muttered, "Why can you run so fast without legs..."

...

Elaine Franklin sat with the senior students of the Magic Department, and waited for further news in the lounge of the computing center with some trepidation.

The door to the lounge was closed, and the corridor outside was silent.

Elaine, who has been to the computing center several times, knows that next to this room is a large immersion cabin engine room, where there is a neat and brand-new immersion cabin, which can connect ordinary people's brains to incredible neural networks— He'd connected a few times himself, and the ease with which it was able to look up data and pass on information was impressive.

He and the seniors came for networking today—not for networking entertainment or for remedial classes, but the Imperial Computing Center needed an extra batch of computing power.

For Elaven, it was his duty as a noble member to respond to the call of the empire, but many of his classmates also volunteered to sign up... This was something he had not thought of before.

Although he had already adapted to the rule that he must live on an equal footing with the children of the commoners, he had no "aristocratic arrogance", and even had several commoner friends, but this kind of thing... was the first time he had met him.

He couldn't help but glance at the classmate closest to him. The big boy named Storm sitting next to him was one of the civilian students who took the initiative to sign up.

"Is there any problem?" Storm quickly noticed the sight from his side, and the young man who was always a little nervous immediately adjusted his sitting position and asked in a low voice.

"Uh...it's nothing," Elaine coughed twice, he felt that the thought that came up just now was a little out of place, and it might even be part of aristocratic arrogance, so he immediately threw it out of his mind, "I'm just a little bit Worry, the teachers have been following the first group in for a long time..."

"The teachers are more experienced than us, and didn't they say it before? It just requires some extra computing power, and there is no risk in itself," Storm whispered, "The really tricky things are handled by more powerful experts. "

"The really tricky thing..." Elaine suddenly thought of something, his face became a little gloomy, and his fingers were clasped together a little nervously.

Ordinary students probably still don't quite understand the situation, but he can vaguely guess something.

Today is the day when the entire empire is connected to the Internet, and the events that can make the teachers in the academy nervous are mostly related to this "connection" - after all, those teachers and teachers in ordinary schools are not the same. In the same way, they are all leaders in the academic field, and they are even named in various research departments directly under the Supreme Government Office.

Not long ago, he had heard a strange, faint whistling sound coming from the direction of the Institute of Magic Technology. When he was walking through the academy square with his classmates, he had seen the largest monster in the square. The network terminal seemed to be malfunctioning, and several teachers were nervously checking the equipment there. When he was leaving the college to go to the North Shore Development Zone, he also glanced at the direction of the Magic Technology Research Institute. He saw the newly built building. The hub tower seems to be restarting, and several mages are using flying spells to check the magic device on the top of the tower...

This may point to a terrible accident, and his father, the Duke of Westland, Baldwin Franklin... is one of the leaders of this "connection to the grid" project.

The more Elaine thought about it, the more nervous he became. He even wanted to run to find a working magic net terminal and contact Shilin City to confirm the situation. However, he himself knew how unrealistic such an idea was, so he He could only sigh quietly, grabbing the hem of the academy uniform with some force.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting his wild thoughts: "Don't worry, it will be alright."

Elaine raised his head and unexpectedly saw that Storm, who had always been nervous and introverted, was talking to him. He shook his head and wanted to say that he was worried about something else, but the other party added: " I'm talking about the Weave... I know your father is the Duke of the West, and I don't think he'll be fine."

Elaine's eyes widened suddenly: "How do you..."

He didn't expect that the other party would be able to reveal his mind - although the connection of the magic net itself is not secret, as ordinary students who have nothing to do with this matter, they should not think about it at this time. As for this Stowe Mu, he is usually taciturn and even a little dull, and he is not like the type with particularly keen observation and association ability... How did he think of the magic net?

Storm looked at the Duke's son in front of him, and after two seconds, he smiled cautiously: "My father is the tower guard of Luan Junction..."

Elaine was stunned.

Before he spoke again, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room, and after shocking the students, the loud voice of the signature sounded: "Students, go back! It's over! !"

Elaine and the other seniors suddenly looked at each other, and someone stood up in shock: "It's over... What's over?"

"The incident subsided in advance, and no more computing power is needed," Magnum waved his hand. "Let's all go back. There will be no classes for half a day in the afternoon, and everyone can rest freely."

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and added: "By the way, although the incident subsided in advance, your voluntary registration is still worthy of encouragement and reward - I will personally give you two points for a comprehensive evaluation at the end of the term."

The students were dazed and surprised, but the last sentence of the teacher was understood by everyone. The two-point score quickly calmed the confusion of all the students. The students in the lounge seemed to be afraid of Magnum's repentance. Thank you, and leave here quickly without hesitation.

Elaine also stood up, ready to leave with the others, and planned to quickly find a chance to confirm the situation on his father's side, but just as he was about to go out, he heard the teacher, known for his strictness, get angry behind him. Shouted out:

"Eleven, Storm, stop for you two."

Elaine and Storm stayed confused and slightly nervous.

Magnum floated in front of them like a ghost. After glancing at the two students up and down, he waved his hand and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "It's all right at home - hurry back."

...

On the large-scale holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the map of the entire empire flickered, the white light spots representing valid nodes and the lines connecting between the light spots crisscrossed each other, forming a not dense, but already A network that generally covers the entire territory of the Empire.

Solinburg, Shilin City, Winter Castle... One by one, the main hubs appeared on the map in the form of miniature projections, and they were running quietly.

All communications are restored and all networks are connected.

"The hubs at all levels were successfully launched and connected to the grid...success?"

Rebecca stood on her own podium and reported the current situation to Gao Wen, but when the report came to the back, she couldn't help scratching her head, dragging a long tone of doubt.

Gawain still looked solemn. He looked at the holographic map in front of him and didn't say a word for a long time.

The grid connection has indeed succeeded, at least all the data and evidence have achieved the expected results, but... this inexplicable success does not make him feel at ease.

He was waiting for further news from the neural network.

This time, he didn't wait too long - just a moment after Rebecca's report ended, the small magic net terminal placed on the podium suddenly lit up, and Duwart's figure appeared above the terminal.

This "Humanity of God" bowed to him: "Your Majesty."

"How is the situation on Naritel's side?" Gawain immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you caught the intruder?"

"The intruder was hit hard, but still ran away," Duvalt said with a look of regret and frustration on his face, "Naritel only brought back some 'remnants' that were difficult to analyze..."

"Run away?" Gawain frowned immediately, his heart sank and he asked subconsciously, "Then what is the intruder? Can you see the body and origin?"

"Yes..." As soon as Duvalt said a syllable, his figure suddenly flickered as if disturbed, and then he was pushed aside, and Naritel squeezed from the side.

"It's a woman without legs," Naritel gestured with gestures that no one could understand, and said words that were even more incomprehensible to others, "running faster than anyone else..."

Gao Wen: "???"