More legs …
In this short moment, the gods who did not need to rely on breathing to stay alive felt suffocated.
Mirmina stared at Naretil. She felt that something must have gone wrong with this huge, spider-like "kindred" in front of her. She might be a deranged individual born from the wrong ideas, or she might be a "dying person" who had reached the critical point of madness. Whatever the case, it was best for her to stay away from this spider.
The reason why she could not escape from the spider's pursuit was, of course, not because she had less legs than the spider. Mirmina was very clear about this. She was just too weak and at a disadvantage.
In order to plan today's bold action, she had broken herself up and reorganized too many times. Since thousands of years ago, she had been consciously controlling her "growth". She was like a prisoner who relied on starving herself to get out of the cage. Her plan succeeded, but it also made her weak and powerless. This weakness, coupled with the disadvantage in the field, made it impossible for her to leave the spider unscathed.
But she had to leave, and she had to leave as soon as possible. This was a weird 'boundary of thoughts'. The chaotic and unformed waves of the sea of consciousness could be used to 'grind away' the chains, but it could also cause great harm to herself. She could already clearly feel that her remaining strength was flowing away, and the speed of the loss was getting faster and faster.
"Listen, little spider, I have to get out of here." Mirmina tried to talk to Naretil as she stabilized her form. "If it were another time or another environment, I would be interested in talking to you more. But not today. Please step aside."
Naretil was very stubborn. "I want to take you to see His Majesty. You can only go if he allows you to."
"… That won't do." The mist-like lady suddenly smiled and said, "I can't contact any mortals now. It was not easy for me to cut off the contact with them."
Naretil frowned and stepped forward to reason with the lady. But the next second, the huge lady in front of her suddenly changed. The fluctuating shadows and mist suddenly elongated into ribbon-like structures. Between the ribbons, countless mirrors emerged from nothingness. The mirrors reflected the chaotic light balls and the mist in the distance. Then the light balls and mist disappeared, and the images in the mirrors became twinkling starlight. The starlight was elongated and twisted into weird symbols, interfering with Naretil's judgment.
Mirrors, lines, light balls, smoke, starlight, symbols — these were all props or symbols that mortal mages often used to cast spells.
Naretil was stunned for a moment by the sudden chaos, but she soon came to her senses. Her long limbs swept across the grayish-white water, and the reflection of the mirrors appeared on the surface of the water. The narrator on the upper level had fabricated false facts, and through the relationship between the reflection and the real body, he had reverse-corrupted the battlefield created by the opponent. The corruption was very effective. The hastily created objects were almost instantly fragmented, revealing the real body of the "legless lady."
Neritir immediately rushed forward. The white spider leaped high in the air like a predator, and its long limbs came down on Neritir. But she immediately sensed that something was not right. The limbs were wrapped around something that did not resist, and the latter quickly disintegrated into a large number of flying fragments and gradually disappeared into the surrounding air.
Was it an illusion?
Naretil came to her senses and immediately began to use the omnipresent spider silk to find the real trace of the opponent. But the next second, she received a chaotic and huge feedback: there was a breath everywhere, and there were fragments of the disintegrated energy body everywhere. The seemingly illusory fragments were actually torn from the real body. In order to escape from her perception, the opponent had sacrificed more than 60% of her "body" to set up this layer of "smoke"!
The white spider's long legs swept across the grayish-white water a few times, but in the end, she could not find the opponent's trace. She stopped in frustration and had to accept the fact that the prey had escaped. After a few seconds of frustration, she slowly began to move again. She began to collect the remaining "ashes" after the fragments dissipated.
The grayish-black things were the only evidence and clues left after the intruder escaped. Although they were not useful, at least they were something.
As she collected a relatively large fragment, Naretil "heard" a somewhat distorted voice coming from it. "… I borrowed your magic net, although this was not your original purpose of building it … I owe you a favor. Tell your 'Majesty' that one day in the future, this favor will be repaid. "
This was the message left by the intruder.
Naretil was stunned when she heard the message. Then she silently put it together with the other fragments. Then she looked up and saw that the "unconscious zone" had gradually returned to its usual state. She shook her head in confusion and muttered, "How can she run so fast without legs …"
…
Eliven Franklin and the senior students of the Department of Magic sat together in the lounge of the computing center, waiting for further news with some apprehension.
The door of the lounge was closed, and the corridor outside was quiet.
Eliven, who had been to the computing center several times, knew that there was a large immersion cabin next to the lounge. There was a neat and new immersion cabin that could connect the brain of an ordinary person to an incredible neural network. He had done it several times himself, and the convenience of accessing information and transmitting information left a deep impression on him.
Today, he and the senior students came to the Imperial Computing Center for networking, but it was not for entertainment or tutoring. The Imperial Computing Center needed a batch of additional computing power.
For Eliven, responding to the imperial call was his duty as a noble. However, many of his classmates also took the initiative to sign up. This was something he did not expect.
Although he had long been accustomed to the rule of having to get along with the commoners as equals, and he did not have any "noble arrogance" and even had a few commoner friends, this was the first time he had encountered something like this.
He could not help but look at the student closest to him. The big boy named Storm sitting next to him was one of the commoner students who took the initiative to sign up.
"Is … is there a problem?" Storm quickly noticed the gaze from next to him. The nervous young man immediately adjusted his sitting posture and asked in a low voice.
"Err … nothing." Eliven coughed twice. He felt that the thought that popped up in his head was a little inappropriate. It might even be part of his noble arrogance, so he immediately threw it out of his mind. "I'm just a little worried. The teachers have been in there for a long time …"
"The teachers are more experienced than us. Didn't I say before? It just needs some extra computing power. There is no risk, "Storm said in a low voice." The really tricky things are handled by more powerful experts. "
"The really tricky things …" Eliven suddenly thought of something. His face became a little gloomy, and his fingers were clenched together nervously.
The ordinary students probably did not know what was going on, but Eliven could vaguely guess something.
Today was the day of the integration of the magic network across the Empire. The thing that could make the teachers in the academy nervous most likely had something to do with the integration of the magic network. After all, the teachers were not the same as the teachers in the ordinary schools. They were the best in the academic field, and even had a name in the various research departments directly under the Supreme Government.
Not too long ago, he had heard strange, faint whistling sounds coming from the direction of the Arcanotech Research Institute. When he was passing through the academy's square with his classmates, he had seen that the largest Mana Net terminal seemed to have malfunctioned. Several teachers were nervously checking the equipment, and when he was about to leave the academy for the North Shore Development Zone, he had glanced in the direction of the Arcanotech Research Institute. He saw that the newly built Hub Tower seemed to be rebooting, with several mages casting Flight to check the arcanotech device at the top of the tower …
This could point to a terrible accident, and his father, the Duke of the Western Region, Baldwin Franklin … was one of the people in charge of the integration of the magic network.
The more Erawin thought about it, the more nervous he became. He wanted nothing more than to find a working Magic Net terminal and contact Ten Forest City to confirm the situation. However, he knew how unrealistic such thoughts were. He could only sigh quietly and grab the hem of his 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 fine."
Eliven looked up and was surprised to see that the always nervous and introverted Storm was talking to him. He shook his head and wanted to say that he was worried about something else, but Storm quickly added, "I'm talking about the magic network … I know your father is the Duke of the Western Region. I think he will be fine."
Eliven's eyes widened. "How did you …"
He did not expect that Storm could see through his mind. Although the integration of the magic network was not a secret, ordinary students who had nothing to do with it should not have thought of it at this time. As for Storm, he was usually silent and even a little dull. He did not look like the type who was particularly observant and imaginative. How did he think of the magic network?
Storm looked at the duke's son in front of him. Two seconds later, he smiled a little cautiously. "My father is the tower keeper of Louen Hub …"
Eliven was stunned.
Before he could speak again, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room. After the students were startled, the man's signature loud voice rang. "Students, go back! It's over! "
Eliven and the other senior students looked at each other. Someone stood up in shock. "It's over? What's over?"
"The incident is over. There is no need for more computing power." Magnum waved his hand. "Go back. There is no class in the afternoon. You are free to rest."
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and added, "By the way, although the incident is over, your initiative to sign up is still worthy of encouragement and commendation. I will personally add two points to your comprehensive evaluation at the end of the term."
The students were at a loss and surprised, but the teacher's last sentence was something that everyone understood. The two points quickly calmed the students' confusion, and the students in the lounge loudly expressed their thanks as if they were afraid that Magnum would go back on his word. Then, without hesitation, they quickly left the place.
Eliven also stood up and was about to leave with the others. He planned to find a chance to confirm the situation with his father. But just as he was about to leave, he heard the teacher, who was known for his strictness, shouting from behind.
"Erawen, Storm, you two stop for a moment."
Confused and somewhat nervous, Erawen and Storm stayed behind.
Magnum floated in front of them like a ghost. After sizing up the two students, he waved his hand and said in an impatient tone, "There's nothing going on at home. Hurry up and go back."
…
On the large holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the map of the Imperium was glimmering. The white light spots that represented the effective nodes and the lines that connected the light spots crisscrossed and intertwined, forming a network that was not dense but had already covered most of the Imperium.
Sorin Castle, Ten Forest City, Winter Fort Academy … the main hubs appeared on the map in the form of miniature projections and were operating quietly.
All communications were restored, and all networks were connected.
"All hubs are online smoothly. The network connection … is successful?"
Rebecca stood on her command platform and reported the current situation to Gawain. However, she couldn't help scratching her head toward the end of the report, dragging out a long, puzzled sigh. "That's right.
Gwen was still looking solemn. He looked at the holographic map in front of him and did not say a word for a long time.
The network connection was successful. At least all the data and evidence had reached the expected result. But … this inexplicable success did not calm him down.
He was waiting for further news from the neural network.
This time, he did not have to wait too long. Just a moment after Rebecca finished her report, the small magic network terminal on the podium suddenly lit up. Duwalter's figure appeared above the terminal.
The 'Human Nature of God' bowed to him. "Your Majesty."
"How's the situation with Naretil?" Gwen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you caught the intruder?"
"The intruder was badly injured but still escaped." Duwalter's face showed a trace of regret and frustration. "Naretil only brought back some 'remains' that are difficult to analyze."
"Escaped?" Gawain immediately frowned. His heart sank as he subconsciously asked, "What exactly is the intruder? Can you see the intruder's true form and origin? "
"It's …" Duwalter had just uttered a syllable when his figure suddenly flickered as if he was disturbed. Then he was pushed aside as Naretil squeezed in from the side.
"It's a woman with no legs." Naretil gestured with a hand gesture that no one could understand and said something that no one could understand. "She runs faster than anyone."
Gwen: "???"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
