MTL - Therapy Planet No. 13-v2 Chapter 165 Concord

The starry night in the capital, which no one cared about, ushered in the early winter.

In this quiet and silent night, the automatic induction fireplace in the study jumped into flames with a bang.

A little snow began to fall outside the window.

Rhodes stood in front of the window, the four knives in his arms woke up and fell asleep again, yawning and stretching countless times in his arms.

During this period, he was like a plant, motionless.

Even breathing is shallower than the sound of snowflakes on the treetops.

After an unknown amount of time, Riley's communication box popped up on the desk.

The huge mental power covered the past, as if rolling up the stormy waves, but it only evoked a slight corner.

Riley's voice came from inside: "We blocked all escape routes, but Lui she..."

She paused for a while, then continued to bite the bullet and continued: "...The world has evaporated."

Rhodes didn't respond.

But it was the horrific silence that made Riley find more topics to ease his nerves.

She took the initiative to mention: "The reinforcements have launched a comprehensive blanket search, and Divancotti has been effectively controlled. I believe the preliminary scan results will be available within an hour."

The small snowdrifts covered by the branches outside the window finally couldn't bear the weight and fell down.

It was quickly licked up by the flames of the fireplace reflected in the glass.

Riley went on to say, "It's my dereliction of duty that there have been two instances of subject absconding in such a short period of time."

Her lips paled slightly, and her voice trembled: "I'm willing to take the blame, please—"

"It's none of your business."

Rhodes interrupted her.

"The defense system is in charge of Armi, and the introduction of the new army is what I mean."

Rhodes said candidly: "I should have thought of it long ago when she said the characteristics of immortality... The characteristics of Silois-it is indeed beyond our imagination."

This is uncharted territory.

Facing the unknown, fear and mistakes are unavoidable.

Riley also fell silent.

After a long time, she sighed: "Yeah, who would have thought of that?"

Who would have thought that Silois would actually have a spiritual network that gathers and coordinates so many spiritual hackers?

What a terrible mental threshold is this?

Where is its upper limit?

What consequences will it have?

Is it shared by all Silois?

Or is it just a mutation and coincidence of personal ability?

Nobody knows the answer.

Or rather, no one rushed to imagine the answer.

If this ability has no upper limit...

Riley didn't dare to face Rhodes face.

She didn't know what Rhodes was thinking, but she had done research for him for so many years, and she could more or less guess that Rhodes was not feeling well at this time.

At least this is not the ending that Rhodes would like to see.

How can a man who is committed to spiritual unity welcome the presence of a threat?

Not to mention that the threat was once a booster to his goals.

A little careless, the assistance will become resistance.

"Get ready."

Rhodes spoke suddenly.

Riley: ?

"I didn't want to start so soon..." Rhode grabbed Fat Orange's head and said softly, "Absolute Loyalty Program, the third stage."

Absolute Loyalty Program, aka Prelude to the Great Return.

In the first stage, the federation is generally unified inside and outside.

The second stage, taking the digital planet as an example, is a large-scale social planet scenario experiment.

The third phase…

The rolling waves finally hit the sea heavily.

Dive into the unstoppable abyss of the sea.

When he came down from the meeting, Joshua's last trace of patience was completely wiped out.

So when he walked slowly back against the wall, when he noticed a child jumping up beside him, he didn't have much patience to deal with her: "Don't pester me, find someone else to play with."

Dongyang snorted softly from his nose: "You just swore an oath to join the Freedom Alliance, but you still think I'm just a 'child'?!"

"It's an announcement, not an oath." Joshua sneered: "Only children take cooperation as allegiance."

Dongyang asked: "What about Dawn? I think your attitude towards Dawn is much better than ours!"

Joshua replied: "She's a monster. I seriously suspect that all her silver hair is juvenile white caused by too much thinking."

Dongyang: "…"

"So, what are you here to tell me this time?" Joshua slowed down a little, "I knew that little devil at Dawn wouldn't let me go."

Dongyang rolled his eyes, but still reluctantly said: "She asked me to invite you to her office, saying that it is to determine the transportation volume of the commercial route. In addition, can you find a way to get it? A batch of weapons and equipment newly developed by Armi?"

She paused and continued to add: "It would be better if there was a mech that could fight alone."

Joshua turned a corner in front and walked in the direction of Dawn's office: "You honestly say, is the last one you want?"

"Absolutely! Yes! No! Yes!" Dongyang plausibly said, "I'm not that violent!!"

Joshua changed his words: "Oh, I was wrong, the little sentinel in your body wanted it?"

Dongyang's body froze, and after a second, her voice became sharp and arrogant: "So what?"

Chi Chu is online.

Joshua had a headache.

Compared with the simple middle and second disease, the slick and naive ghost is obviously - the latter is more lethal to adults.

He shouldn't be teasing these two little devils.

"It's my personal request."

Before they knew it, they had reached the door of Dawn's office, and there was Dawn's chuckle from inside.

Strictly speaking, this is not so much an "office" as it is an "archive."

And the user is not only Dawn, but more often Zong Shili and others.

Dawn does not have her own independent "workplace", but where she dangles, she can go up to Lucas's main desk, down to the underground Locker, the training cabin of the scientific madman.

It's just that Dawn has been soaking in Zong Shili's archives every day recently, so the name of the office is called out.

"You?" Joshua was a little surprised.

"It originated from a certain bet, and now she is my exclusive errand." Dawn shrugged, having prepared a set of detailed cosmic star maps for Joshua, completely ignoring Chi Chu's awkward expression, obviously not wanting to talk about this in depth Topic, "It would be better if you could get it, but than this, I still need you to mark quickly—"

"Where's Lucas? He dumped it on you?"

"He went to a combat meeting, you know, the new weapons that Armi brought in this battle took a lot of casualties to us. And he didn't give it all to me—me and the round, to be exact. theater."

Except for some secret materials, the entire archive is a large projection field.

Lights of different colors connect countless threads together and weave them into huge cobwebs.

Walking in, cutting off part of the transmission of light, I felt that countless rays were piercing from all directions, which made people subconsciously uncomfortable.

Dawn, who was sitting inside, raised his head, his face pale, like a ghost, as if it would become transparent at any time in the colorful light, and finally perish.

"I'm sometimes really curious about the upper limit of your mental threshold." Joshua looked at such a huge database and was amazed again and again, "After all, I heard that you just came back from Jessica... I heard that she fainted directly. past."

"Well, it's only a few seconds... After all, her consumption is much larger than mine, I'm just going to help." Dawn nodded, tacitly acquiescing to Joshua's statement, "And Lui said she would go to Al Mi, I quit early to help her open the wormhole... Calculate the time, she should be out now."

Joshua was joking when he heard it. He began to mark the route on the star map, and said while drawing, "She is going from the Almi system? Then you might as well ask her to wear a body armor, maybe she can help you get out. ."

Dawn swears that until she has a deep conversation with Joshua, she will never believe that a member of the dove faction who looks so big and three will like to joke so much!

The contrast is too great!

"Hope." She shrugged, and continued to answer Joshua's previous question in order not to get caught up in the joke, "and, Louie said she stole the rest of the controller—I know that, Armie. The one in my hand should be just a defective product, and the genuine product should be the one from Sanxingdui... According to the importance of the black hole plan, I thought about taking this thing away at the time, but there was really no chance. And I hadn't determined the status of Sartre at that time. , I didn't really want to understand some things, so I put this idea on hold for the time being..."

Dawn is the only person who has an in-depth understanding of several forces. For the control of some details, Joshua feels that there is no third party in the universe who knows better than Dawn.

If Dawn is telling the truth.

Liming raised his eyes and glanced at Joshua, wondering if he had seen through Joshua's concerns: "...Based on the above clues, I think Riley-no, Rhodes and Sartre may make big moves, this is what I asked you to do. Take the time to determine the reason for the route news."

The mountain and rain are about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

Maybe tomorrow.

Having come this far, Dawn did not dare to gamble on freedom.

She has to be ready.

Joshua hummed, and rarely spoke.

Just when he marked the channel of a star field, suddenly, the entire archive room began to flash with strange lights.

Intermittently, even the star road began to twist.

At first one star field dimmed, then the next one, another one, another…

Like a relay race, the entire cosmic star map disappeared one by one.

Equipment malfunctioning?

Joshua looked towards the dawn.

Dawn's face was gloomy.

Not long after Lui had successfully transitioned from the wormhole that Dawn told him, a small green dot flashed on the astrolabe, which was Angor's private starship that was scanned.

The communication line between the two starships had just been established, Lu Yi cleared his throat, and before he could speak, a strong and harsh electric current came from the radio.

From broken radio to dead white noise, it's just a split second.

The mental power that Lui released in order to control the starship felt a dull cover spread from a certain direction.

This transparent and suffocating force is like a transparent air cover, like a transparent film covering everything that can be touched.

Although it doesn't hinder your actions, it actually cuts off a certain connection with the world and interferes with a certain sense.

Soon Louie knew what had been cut off.

"Star Network."

Angel's starship gradually approached, with a serious tone, "They did tricks on the star network."

Angel frowned: "It's not the kind of complete destruction that destroys the signal tower, it's like..."

People with a slightly higher mental threshold in the entire universe can feel that StarNet not only blocked any communication they sent to the outside world at a certain moment, but also seemed to be implementing some kind of information backflow.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, like the feeling of breathing through the nose in a human underwater, or the blood flow suddenly retrograde at a certain moment without dying.

This change doesn't affect life, but it always feels like it affects something else.

Lui instinctively resisted and shielded this "information backflow".

This method is very simple. As long as your mental strength is strong enough, you can tie up a wall in time, or form a barrier to block all the things that are poured out of your brain.

"Oops." Dawn suddenly froze in place while killing the flooding trend, "I know this..."

While she was being experimented countless times, she had a similar experience.

Or, she did something similar to others.

At the same time, countless ordinary people in the universe made the same gesture invariably.

They stand with their fingers side by side, thumbs facing outwards, pointing to their foreheads, and their mouths closed to their hearts.

That is the highest etiquette of the Tower of Babel, which means praying to the true God and looking forward to the coming of God.

"Pagan-God Punishment-"

A few of the weapon barrels in the starship that were controlled by the central system suddenly bounced off, and the dark muzzles were aimed at Lui.

The cold mechanical sound was stretched infinitely in the ears.

At this moment, it seems that even the flickering frequency of the stars is almost the same.

The author has something to say: Thank you Marchhare. Hukou escaped. Muffins are delicious mine x1