"B … World line?"
Jiang Chen murmured to himself as he stared at the bronze-colored metal machine.
What surprised him was that the other side seemed to be able to hear his voice.
There was no tangible sound in the silent space. The sound of metal rubbing against metal seemed to be directly ringing in his head. This kind of communication outside the dimension was wonderful, so wonderful that it couldn't be described in words.
The only thing Jiang Chen knew was that he could hear it, and his words could be heard.
That was all.
"Yes, B World Line." The clanging of metal made the voice carry a hint of coldness, but there was no emotion fluctuation in his voice. "If our past time is defined as A, then you are B, and there are thousands of C, D, E … Two parallel lines that will never intersect, connected together because of a failed voyage. It also makes us ghosts that don't exist, but are everywhere. "
"Is this codebook your masterpiece? … If you can see what I have in my hand. "Jiang Chen took out the codebook from the storage dimension.
"I said, we are everywhere. Looking at the three-dimensional world from the void, everything here is written on paper." The voice laughed.
"… What dimension is the void?"
"The void is not a universe where matter exists. It is neither positive nor negative, but an unstable factor drifting in the cracks. Therefore, we don't have the concept of dimensions. "
Don't have the concept of dimensions?
Jiang Chen felt a headache coming on. Just understanding the concept of dimensions was enough to give him a headache. Now this person … this ghost in the quantum state told him that he didn't have the concept of dimensions.
"What … What do you call me?"
"You can call me Nothing, or you can call me Ghost, or Specter."
"Then I'll call you Ghost." Jiang Chen sorted out the thoughts in his mind and asked the question in his mind. "I want to know why, why do you want to broadcast Klein particles to the Earth in this dimension? What is the purpose of this?"
"Of course there is a purpose." The ghost replied in a calm voice. "We choose a spokesperson to guide civilization in the right direction, to welcome the final battle, and to finally defeat the heretics. This is our purpose."
"Heretics … You mean …"
All the clues were strung together by a string and finally completed a complete puzzle. These survivors of the Void spared no effort in changing and guiding the history of this world, using the bait called the Golden Apple to fan the butterfly's wings …
"The neighbor 20.5 light-years away, the heretic who set off at the same time as me, but faced a completely different fate," the ghost replied softly, confirming Jiang Chen's speculation.
But Jiang Chen was still confused about their motives.
"But why?" He voiced out his confusion. "If you're already imprisoned in the void, what's the benefit of interfering with what happens in the three-dimensional universe?"
Based on Lin Lin's point of view, they were sealed in the void, and to the outside world, it was unknown whether they were alive or dead. There was no concept of time there, and they had long since become non-physical spirits. In this form, their connection with the real world should have been severed.
"If you're asking about motives, then we may have to disappoint you." The bronze-colored machine was like a pair of eyes peeking out from the void, staring at the tiny people in front of it without any sadness or joy. "There is no reason, just because at the moment when we die, we are pure people. If all of you perish, our purpose as specters will also disappear, so we hope that all of you can continue to exist. That's all. "
"We once chose a dictator. In our view, only a dictatorship has the determination to fight against the heretics."
"Unfortunately, the support plan failed. The technology we gave them did not reverse the direction of the entire war. The gap between the electrical age and the atomic age is not only reflected in physics, but also in scientific research. We once gave them the manufacturing process of the atomic bomb, but until the last moment, they only completed the purification of enriched uranium. "
When the ghost said this, Jiang Chen remembered the U-boat found in the New Zealand trench and the suitcase found on it. If the Third Reich completed this "miracle weapon" a year earlier, even half a year earlier, history may have slipped in a different direction.
"If we didn't guess wrong, you should already know what happened next."
When Jiang Chen heard this sentence, he could feel that the eye was looking at him through the bronze-colored machine. Gulping, he nodded slowly and replied.
"Yes."
Silence lasted for two seconds, then a slight tremor came from the ceiling. Jiang Chen suddenly looked up, and a few strands of dust fell down, making him subconsciously take two steps back.
From the sound of the explosion, it seemed that there was a fight outside, but who could it be?
"There's not much time left for us. The Klein particles in the void have thinned to a certain extent. Sometimes a one-sided confession really makes people feel helpless, but fortunately, you found this place. Although I don't know why, you can hear every note I say, even without the help of the Golden Apple. " The metallic voice whispered the last words. "Then, since you are the only person who can find this place, we should give our last hope to you."
"Last hope? What are you going to give me? " Jiang Chen glanced at the ceiling, and large chunks of dust fell from above. It seemed that the battle on the ground was getting more and more intense.
"A special gift. It weighs about one gram. In order to send it from the void to reality, it took us half a century."
The searchlight at the top of the machine lit up, and the light scattered in the corner of the basement. There was a suitcase there, and it looked like the old-fashioned kind. But Jiang Chen didn't doubt for a second that there might be something powerful inside.
"We call it antimatter."
…
The battle on the surface was extremely fierce. Someone's jinx worked, and this unknown force did have reinforcements.
Although they weren't as well-equipped as the Sea Lions, the weapons in the hands of this group were considered elite. Not only were there rifles adapted to the snowy environment, but all kinds of grenade launchers, rocket launchers, and even mortars were fired.
Caught off guard by the high ground, the team that tried to attack from the side also lost contact, and one of the soldiers at the door was unfortunately shot in the head. Out of desperation, Garrett had to order the defense line to shrink and pull the position from the snow to the archway.
The old German equipment stacked at the side of the archway was put to use. The half-track engraved with the Iron Cross coat of arms was dragged out. Although the machine gun could no longer be used, it was more than enough to serve as a cover.
"Sh * t! Are they on steroids?! " With blood on his forehead, Garrett gritted his teeth and reloaded. He stuck to the back of the shaking tractor, pulled out his rifle, and fired back.
Of the ten people, only five were left. Leon's whereabouts were unknown. Keynes took two men to guard the flank, but it didn't bode well for him. The soldiers on the other side seemed to be endless. At least ten people had fallen under his gun, but the enemy had no intention of retreating.
Thinking of the dead men, Garrett's pupils flashed with anger, and his teeth almost shattered.
There was no doubt that they had been forced to a dead end.
But at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the rear they were protecting.
The footsteps were heavy and powerful, accompanied by the sound of steel colliding.
Garrett's eyes widened as he stared at the thing that walked out of the shadows. Not only him, but the other soldiers also stared at the figure in the depths of the tunnel and were speechless.
"Don't look at me like that. I found it inside."
It was a power armor!
Garrett recognized it because he had received relevant training.
But why would the power armor appear here?
There was no explanation, and there was no need for an explanation.
He waved his arm behind him and took out the revolving machine gun on his right arm. The flying bullets only left behind shallow white marks on his front armor, unable to injure him in the slightest. He glanced at the wounded who were crawling behind cover, then looked at the hole where the bullets were flying. The corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile.
"The game officially begins."
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