Chapter 401 The World Looks Like

Passing through the rift, listening to the whispers of the dead tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years ago, Amaraja took a few steps closer to the true word "life". He didn't want to be swallowed by these things that annihilated the living and the universe.

His research on the subspace was still as correct as ever. After all, all theories were based on a large number of experiments. Even opening a gap from the invisible waste abyss took him a lot of time to try.

A life with a strong subconscious can open a passage to where you want to go.

Just like Amara's brain, in the end, he was still thinking about the original place on the Titanium Star. This reduced a lot of sailing time for Amaraja, but it also announced the fate of the Titanium people on the Titanium Star to perish.

The rift disappeared, and the continent floated around the Titanium Star, and it was still under the observation of the alert sequence. Amaraja could feel the panic of the Titanium Star people, and could feel their doubts about the sudden appearance of the continent from the electronic vision.

But Amaraja didn't think much about how the Titanium people would view the problem, but thought about the structure of the subspace, and the relationship between the universe, the subspace, and the curtain.

The more you think, the closer you are to the truth.

The Supreme Curtain separates the Warp and the real space, and the energy without form is separated. All forms of Warp spells need to break through the curtain to achieve their effects.

The more active the creatures are, the looser the curtain is. On the contrary, the curtain of the grave world is tight to an incredible degree. Demons cannot show their power on any dead planet.

But in places like the Eye of Terror and the Great Vortex, the curtains in these places have been worn out, and the speed of repair can no longer keep up with the erosion, so the shadows in the Warp can project their power into reality.

The huge number of humans harmed them, but the faith of humans offset this disadvantage.

Amalaja saw it clearly in the religious world of Landes that a strong and ignorant faith created a spiritual barrier and became the support of the weak curtain.

When the great demon of Tzeentch used the ritual to tear open the curtain, allowing the terrifying torrent of the Warp to pour into the whole world, the power of faith on that planet was still fighting with the demon army.

Was this intentional? Or was it unintentional? Was it a backup measure after humans lost the Macro Geller Field, that glorious miracle?

Amaraga, the first researcher of the Geller Field, had never seen it, and he couldn't ask this great man what kind of concept he left behind.

But it's really interesting, isn't it? This world is like an egg, and the curtain is the thin film between the egg liquid and the eggshell.

And the internal structure of the subspace is also very orderly.

The center, at least the area that Amaraga is willing to call the center, is distributed with four active emotional torrents, and their light and territory change with the changes in the real universe.

The outer circle represents the territory of other emotional projections, a neutral area, a home for a large number of subspace creatures and various ownerless demons.

Further out is the collapsed invisible waste abyss, where is the real chaos, there is no place to stand, no observation, only in the deep changes, the sleepers who cannot be remembered.

And what envelops all these subspace areas is a pure dead land that is far wider and deeper than the four emotional fields.

Amaraja believes that these are the dead that have accumulated since the birth of the universe. Destroyed on the physical level, dissipated on the spiritual level, and forgotten on the civilization level.

These bones and ruins of civilization that have accumulated for billions of years have become the real land of gods, where the four emotional torrents can never extend their power.

The basic thing that the four emotional torrents can still maintain is life.

The battle of hatred must have emotional living people. The collision of a group of skeletons cannot bring any pleasure of battle and ambition of revenge.

The changing thoughts, the joy of climbing to the top, and the stillness of corruption and immortality are all supported by life.

If there is no life, they are just a group of waste.

Amaraja curled his lips in disdain, and then he noticed that the Titanium Star raised a large number of missiles and shot them towards the continent, and raised three hundred energy shields.

What a powerful defense!

The missiles launched from the ground missile base are so huge that each missile is as big as a battleship.

In order to ensure that the giant missiles can hit, these expensive and powerful weapons are also equipped with a large number of energy shields, so that they will not be destroyed halfway in the flight.

Warships jumped from the outer galaxies to the Titanium Star urgently. Amaraga could see thousands of warships of various types waiting in full battle array.

"Because I can't understand, I am afraid, so I go all out. Very good."

Amaraga praised lightly, and then touched the emerald slab. His compressed flesh began to lose control again, and a new round of expansion was carried out on the basis of compression.

If he could keep touching the emerald slab, Amaraga could become the first high-quality celestial body based on flesh and blood.

A planet based on flesh and blood, I really don't know how scientists will name it.

Miracle of the universe?

Haha.

Opening the hole similar to the eye, Amaraga is like a sponge growing disorderly, and the huge irregular hole shrinks with the twitching of the muscle.

Eventually, this organ with thousands of holes began to change and twist, turning into an incomprehensible biological organ, just like the mutation of Sister Reese before her death.

"Life"

A word was uttered, although it did not belong to any language family, any pronunciation that existed in the universe, but the sound still came from the strange and indescribable organ.

The concept of life was guided by Amaraga's consciousness and appeared where he wanted.

Although Amaraga paid the same price, he felt that his stitched soul and consciousness began to be occupied by the soulless flesh and blood again.

But compared with the result, the pain suffered this time was completely acceptable.

The structure of the missile began to be occupied by pale flesh and blood, and the core that continuously supplied energy to the engine burned the flesh and blood and burned in the charred smoke.

One missile after another exploded in the void, and a series of plasma spheres illuminated Amaraga's body.

"What is that?"

The commander of the Tau fleet saw the deformed structure of Amaraga on the screen, and he opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to destroy such a hideous and evil filth.

"All weapons are loaded, aim at that damn thing!"

The battleship sea was far away from Amaraga's continent, and they aimed all their weapons at Amaraga.

Massive railguns and plasma pulse cannons vent the wrath of the Greater Good.