Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 687: Go to the sky!

When I was working in the data flow management library, Data Bodies made this analogy: trying to explain their "parsing and writing" capabilities to Lin Sanjiu was like trying to explain quantum physics to a monkey.

Even the owner said so. Lin Sanjiu, who relied on special items to imitate their abilities, now feels like he is facing four amoebas.

"...In short, the Supreme God is moving up, and it seems that he will soon leave the Olympics."

"But there's nothing up there?" an amoeba named Mu Xin couldn't help but ask. "Besides, how do we go up?"

If you want to explain it carefully, the remaining one minute is definitely not enough. Lin Sanjiu had never been known for her sharp tongue. Even though she had the illusion of controlling everything, she couldn't help but sweat on her forehead at this moment; she turned around and glanced at the night sky with abnormal data, finally gave up trying, turned around and Go: "Time is running out. Come with me quickly. Just pretend that there is an elevator there that can take people up!"

"Send it to where? What are you going to do?" Another amoeba that didn't understand the situation asked lying on Mu Xin's shoulder.

We should have analyzed them just now; that way, what we want to say can be written directly into their brains.

Suppressing this angry thought, Lin Sanjiu continued to fold and cut the ground under her feet, using a method similar to "shrinking the ground into an inch" to send several people forward quickly; only a dozen seconds later, she He stopped.

The foggy night sky above our heads seemed to be normal.

The data pipe that only Lin Sanjiu could see stood like a huge glass test tube between heaven and earth; it flickered and circulated at high speed under the night sky, and the top gradually disappeared into the gray mist. The bright spot that was so small that it was almost invisible completely disappeared from the "glass test tube" after only about ten seconds. Above that layer of rolling fog, there should be the cosmic "data flow library".

"The place we are going to is too dangerous, you and Polva don't need to get involved," she hurriedly told the big one and the small one behind her when she was about ten steps away from the data pipeline, "Besides, I also have another thing to ask you."

"Where are you going?" Mu Xin asked again.

Lin Sanjiu turned a deaf ear and just whispered a name.

"Ji Shanqing——" She couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I sent him away, but I don't know where he is. I think he should still be in the Olympics. After all, it was me he realized I'm still here, and he shouldn't have gone far. Can you help me find him before teleporting?"

Now that the Olympics has been reduced to ruins by the tsunami, Mu Xin and the two no longer need to participate in the competition, so they can just find the whereabouts of the gift bag.

Mu Xin nodded hesitantly.

"That's great," Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, "After you find him, ask him to wait for me in the Central Twelve Realms as much as possible. I will definitely go to the Central Twelve Realms within the next three worlds. Go."

It doesn’t matter which one it is; the twelve worlds communicate with each other, and it is enough to leave a message in a place like the Muyu Forum.

This time, Musin and Polva agreed together. Fatty Bai said with a bit of dejection: "Be careful yourself. I've been to many apocalyptic worlds, and it's rare to meet someone like you... I hope we can meet again in the Twelve Realms in the future."

Lin Sanjiu also had the same feeling.

"Are you done talking nonsense?" When the puppet master who had been watching with cold eyes spoke, even his voice was filled with a cold air, as if he hated this kind of scene. "If you delay my going up, you won't have three worlds to live in."

Lin Sanjiu subconsciously touched her collar. There was not much time left. She quickly glanced at the two friends in front of her who had just met and were about to be separated so suddenly. For a moment, she couldn't say a word. After a while, she suddenly looked deeply at the two of them. Bending down: "Thank you, thank you."

This word, which is often said several times a day before the end of the world, is so solemn and unfamiliar when uttered in this desolate wilderness.

"By the way," Mu Xin suddenly remembered, "I still have your [combat items] here."

He did not share any of the special items that were originally promised to him. Instead, he was forced to spin around countless times at the critical moment of life and death. Lin Sanjiu straightened up and took it with some embarrassment. [Combat Item].

The next time she sees him, she must fulfill her promise.

She waved her hands towards the two of them and strode towards the data channel not far away. The Soul Queen immediately followed, but the puppet master paused beside the two of them.

"Reach out your hand." He instructed solemnly.

Mu Xin looked extremely reluctant. When he pursed his lips and remained silent, Bolwa on his shoulder very obediently stretched out a fat, white arm as small as a piece of glutinous rice stick, turned around and whispered to Mu Xin. : "Just stretch it out, you don't have a choice anyway."

The puppet master sneered and waved his fingers in front of his two palms - he deliberately did not touch anyone's skin, only the bright red feathers on his cuffs gently swept past their fingertips; Without a word of explanation, the puppet master turned around and left, leaving Mu Xin and Fatty Bai with stunned expressions.

The remaining time of the collar is 14 seconds.

After taking one last look at the data pipeline towering in front of him, Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and walked into the middle of the "glass test tube".

She didn't feel any blockage, as if she just took an insignificant step; she heard the puppet master and the Queen of Soul walking in at almost the same time, but the "squeaking" sound of the leather being folded was the same as The rustling sound of the big meat bugs rubbing against the ground was eliminated in an instant, and it seemed that suddenly there was only a thick and uneasy silence left in the world.

Because the things that can produce friction no longer exist.

When Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes, what caught her eye was not her own feet - there was nothing underneath her original body, only a piece of dark gray earth that was falling sharply, getting further and further away from her. . The wind must have been strong in the sky, but she couldn't feel anything. In the blink of an eye, the figures of Mu Xin and Polva were so small that they were almost invisible; in their eyes, maybe a few of their own people also turned into a few light spots shooting up into the sky, right? Or are they actually unable to see the digitized person at all?

"What's going on?" The Queen of Soul - shouldn't be called a voice. What she wanted to say was printed directly in front of Lin Sanjiu's eyes in the form of a message. "What did we get into?"

"This is a channel just written by the Supreme God. It is somewhat similar in nature to the data flow library, so as soon as we came in, we were immediately digitized, just like that time. We were trapped in the furniture cemetery He should have been writing this channel." Without the process of listening and speaking, the exchange of information is completed almost in an instant. Lin Sanjiu added: "Even data bodies have a more preferred environment; it seems that this transformed space is more suitable for them to survive."

"So, he is also a data body?"

This fact confused Lin Sanjiu.

It stands to reason that non-data entities would not have this ability; but the Supreme God was so different from the data entities she had seen before.

"I don't know...but since he has also gone to the data flow management library, there is always time to meet." Seeing the gray fog above his head getting closer, Lin Sanjiu asked the puppet master: " What are you asking them to do?"

The puppet master ignored her.

For such a person with a weak personality and full of flaws, Lin Sanjiu knew that getting angry was useless. She patiently asked the same question five more times, and finally angered the point of light that represented the puppeteer when she spoke for the sixth time: "Are you bothered? I turned one of their fingertips into a puppet. ."

Why?

Lin Sanjiu was surprised and suspicious.

Even if the communication is in the form of information, the puppet master still conveys the meaning of the sneer very well. ~IndoMTL.com~ No matter how many people ask for my mark, they can’t get it. What’s your tone? With this mark, no one will trouble them in the Twelve Realms. I can exchange help at the arsenal with just a finger; the favor I owe has been repaid twice as much. ”

I seem to have heard before that the relationship between the puppet master and the arsenal is unclear.

But what if someone is blind and cannot recognize his mark?

"When my puppet is destroyed, it will convey the last moment of information to me." The puppet master just replied coldly with something that seemed to have nothing to do with the question, "Speak of it, you destroyed me. Quite a few."

Seeing that the data flow management library is approaching, we must make a battle plan as soon as possible——

In response to her hasty words, the puppet master just sneered again.

Among the two people and one insect, the puppet master and Lin Sanjiu have been analyzed from head to toe, including their bodies and belongings; this time when they go back, they can only rely on the abilities or items they obtained in the Olympics - after all, they Unparsed - fight and find your way back to God's love.

"The ability of the data body is indeed very terrifying." This method of communication was so efficient that Lin Sanjiu was surprised; even though so much information had been exchanged, less than two seconds had passed. "I think our only chance of defeating the data body lies with the Supreme God."

"What do you mean?" The person asking was the Queen of Soul.

"This passage was written by the Supreme God; even if the data body doesn't know that we are going back, he must know it. If we can defeat him before he finds the data body, we will have a way to deal with it. The weapon of the data body."

"The entrance is almost there."

The puppet master looked at the rolling fog above his head and gave a gentle reminder.

"Get ready to fight."