Cold, twisted, yet with an invisible order.
Compared to the chaotic phantom of completely scattered fine sand, this monster at least has some structure formed inside its body, which is also a kind of order. The formation of order inevitably requires some bonds and consensus.
After breaking into the monster's body, Loran Hill poured magic power into the fighter plane, making it like a sharp knife, constantly cutting everything in its path, while the white jet at the tail of the fighter plane continued to advance, sending her to a deeper place.
At first, the outer silver mirror structure was like fragile thin paper in front of the wings reinforced with sharpened and textured circuits, and was torn apart layer by layer. Then, the internal structure was like some kind of ceramic. Although it was brittle, the energy and power required to break and penetrate it suddenly increased. The speed of the fighter plane continued to decrease, and the surface began to wear out.
[Warning, warning, the frontal armor of the fighter is 60% damaged and is about to collapse, making it unable to protect the interior area.]
[A crack has been detected on the wing and is currently expanding. Please return immediately for repairs.]
[Unable to connect to the command system, please perform manual calibration]
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Loran Hill looked at the picture on the screen, which was almost pitch black, and the table next to it showed that most of the external observation and imaging equipment had been damaged. Various warning prompts began to occupy the screen. The interior of the cabin was almost like a red light, and various warning reminders sounded continuously.
She closed her eyes and slowly estimated the distance she had traveled. She should be about 30% away from her destination.
The internal structure of the fighter plane was wearing out too severely. Thinking this, she opened her eyes, pulled the joystick on the side, and gradually reduced the speed, making the fighter plane a little further away from the state of complete damage.
However, if we are unable to move forward, this state is nothing more than a slow death.
Sure enough, some explosion is still needed. After thinking for a few seconds without any result, some marks of fire appeared at the bottom of the clear eyes in the helmet, and then the white light film covering the entire fighter began to fade, replaced by an extremely red flame.
The entire fighter plane was like a red-hot iron, emitting an intense orange-red glow. Then, there was a heart-pounding contraction, and the flames suddenly exploded. The high temperature melted everything around it, and also shook away the structures that were constantly gathering towards the fighter plane.
After doing all this, the fighter plane driven by Loran Hill is now in tatters, with various cracks on the surface and various gaps in the originally coherent and flawless outer circuit barrier.
Soon, the flames dissipated, and in this small cavity, various twisted gray phantoms began to emerge. Like the immune system within a monster, they began to attack and corrode this "foreign object".
But I can't stop here.
Inside the cabin, Loran Hill had taken off her helmet, her long silver hair pouring out from it. Then she grabbed the joystick, bent down suddenly, and pushed the handle forward until a prompt sounded.
[Emergency ejection system activated, outer armor stripped away]
Then, the front armor of the fighter suddenly opened, and an elliptical dark golden cockpit shot out and plunged into the endless darkness ahead.
The intense heat melted everything that came into contact with the dark golden metal shell, then tore it apart, going deeper and deeper until the speed became slower and slower, followed by another explosion.
After this happened several times, even with the loading and repair of metal power, the shell could no longer withstand it and began to show tiny cracks, but Loran Hill could no longer care about that.
After breaking through the obstacle for the last time, what appeared in front of her was no longer hard substances like ceramics and stones, but wriggling flesh and blood. The sense of distortion and chaos emanating from it was dozens of times stronger, making people dizzy. Even she felt an indescribable shock.
vomit--
Loran Hill quickly covered her mouth to suppress the reaction of her stomach. She felt an intense dizziness and pain in her head, as if every nerve was shouting and wailing. Countless voices were talking in her ears, expressing despair, ecstasy, sadness, excitement, confusion, sadness, and so on.
This must be the inner core, it feels so distorted.
Loran Hill slowly stopped and looked at the wriggling flesh and blood that kept piling up on the transparent metal shell. Some of them looked like human faces under the dim light, while others were just broken bodies piled up in no order.
No matter how many times I watch it, I feel repulsed. If there are naturally beautiful things in nature, then what I see before my eyes are naturally ugly things. There is no regularity or order, only chaos with ever-increasing entropy.
Loren Hill released the joystick in her hand, clasped her hands together, slowly closed her eyes, and a pair of snow-white wings spread out from behind her.
It was as if a tiny spark was born in the pitch-black world. The pair of snow-white wings slowly extended, and each feather was so pure white and flawless. They stretched out delicately, emitting a faint halo, illuminating this world that never sees the sun.
Angel Sequence 9: Wings of the Eternal Cradle
Holding the small dark golden flame in the center, the pair of broad holy white wings slowly spread out, and the halo it emitted washed over the approaching chaotic phantom layer by layer, turning it into specks of light sand in silence and dissipating into the air.
In the originally tightly squeezed narrow space, a hole with a diameter of about 100 meters appeared because of the spreading of the wings.
Afterwards, the second pair of wings began to appear and quickly extended and expanded. The wide wings that were shaken out brought up a pale golden flame, burning everything that approached, whether it was flesh and blood, phantoms, or any foreign objects. It was like the flame guarding paradise, so powerful and reassuring.
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