The engine roared, and pl1109 slowly took off.

With it, a whole fleet of fighter planes took off, forming the air combat force of the base.

On the vast plain, monsters surged towards the base like a tide.

Through the porthole, Lu looked to the northwest of the base.

Among the monsters' howling, the closest one was not outside, but inside the base, where the military base was located.

They demanded the abolition of the power of the Tribunal to give life and death, and the transfer of suspected mutants to the military camp for custody. In order to demonstrate the correctness and nobility of this action, Colin, the host of the anti-trial movement, and several other core members volunteered to become their observers and guards.

So when the distortion came, that was the first place where monsters broke out. It was too far away to see clearly, and it must have been a scene of blood and flesh flying.

But no one cared about that. The alien species transformed from humans were just the weakest of the monsters.

A monster covered in slime, with a hideous face like an octopus, it was as tall as the Twin Towers, and its tentacles entangled the buildings of the Twin Towers. In the towers, the lights flickered wildly, the tentacles pierced the glass, and the sharp teeth devoured humans, and the screams were loud. Even in the air, you could hear it.

"Bomb?"

"Bomb."

A high-yield uranium bomb was dropped, and in the mushroom cloud, the monster's body was broken into countless pieces. The corridors of the twin towers collapsed and fell to the ground. The two towers slowly tilted, collided, and collapsed.

The crazy attack and resistance lasted for an hour.

Then, they could no longer bomb.

Except for the location of the artificial magnetic pole, the rest of the base had been occupied by monsters and then razed to the ground.

The monsters only target living people.

At this time, they all aimed at the entrance in the magnetic field, which was the last wartime camp of mankind. In order to protect the magnetic pole, the protection there was of the highest specification, with copper walls and iron walls.

So those huge, ugly, and indescribable species, densely packed, surrounded the magnetic field tightly, they collided and entered.

The air formation could not drop another shell, because the light shells they were equipped with had been exhausted, and only a small number of heavy thermonuclear weapons were left at this moment.

If they wanted to kill the huge monsters around in the magnetic field, then the aftermath of the thermonuclear weapons would raze the entire artificial magnetic pole to the ground. Even if the control range was not damaged to the magnetic pole, the huge destructive force of the thermonuclear weapons would directly destroy the power supply system of the base and accelerate the death of the people in the magnetic field.

At this time, all the ground combatants died.

The situation inside the magnetic field is unknown.

Except for the more than 1,000 people who were temporarily transferred to the magnetic field, no one survived in the base.

The air fleet was helpless.

What was even more chilling was that this was an era of distortion, and distortion meant that matter was fundamentally changing. Perhaps in the next second, the plane would crash and the magnetic poles would be damaged, or perhaps the contactless infection would occur in the 1,000 people in the magnetic field, and the magnetic poles would be breached from the inside.

Even crueler than death was witnessing the complete destruction of the city with one's own eyes.

The aircraft formation was suspended quietly in the sky, like ghosts that had dispersed after the death of the entire base.

The communication rang.

It was a message from the temporary command center in the magnetic field.

"This is the magnetic field, and the military is defending the entrance. The firepower consumption is 1/2, and without considering other unexpected events, the expected defense time is 1 hour."

"Although I don't know why the base has become the target of monster attacks, the current situation is not something we can handle, nor is it something the air fleet can handle."

"But we request the air fleet to immediately end the combat mission, fly away from the base immediately, and find a safe place to land."

"Although I don't know how long you can survive, please stay alive."

"Please ask the air fleet to evacuate the base immediately."

The aircraft formation paused for a long time.

"Repeat, order, please ask the air fleet to evacuate the base immediately."

"The base blesses you."

*

Abyss, Highland Research Institute.

After the magnetic field failed, the image on the screen changed.

All the chaos disappeared, leaving only the noise evenly distributed all over the screen. It cannot be said that it is regular or irregular, because the excessive chaos shows an indescribable neatness.

Polly just stared at the screen. He was just looking at the screen - but Anzhe felt that he was looking at a huge and indescribable object through the screen.

He remembered what Tang Lan said to Polly an hour ago. At that time, Tang Lan asked, sir, have you understood something, but you just don't want to tell us, because the truth may be something we can't face.

At this moment, facing Polly's gaze, the same thought also rose in his mind.

"Do you understand anything?" he asked.

In silence, Polly said: "Maybe it's not exact, but it's strings."

"Strings?"

"Atoms, electrons, photons, matter is made up of elementary particles, so what are elementary particles made of? Strings. Strings are a line of energy in two-dimensional space. When they begin to vibrate with a specific frequency, just like dots become lines, and lines become surfaces, strings become particles in our space-time."

"The Simpson Cage is a masterpiece in the field of high-energy physics. People originally used it to verify whether string theory is correct. Now it may be correct."

An Zhe whispered: "You don't understand."

"It doesn't matter, you already knew about waves and frequencies." Polly said, "When you pick up a violin and pluck different strings, the strings vibrate because of the plucking, and different vibrations make different sounds. We call those energy units throughout the universe strings. The various vibration frequencies of the strings produce different particles, which constitute our world." "

The reason why our world is stable before is because our strings have been playing an unchanging melody. So electrons are electrons, atoms are atoms, and the physical formulas have always been those formulas. Now--"

An Zhe widened his eyes slightly. Through this metaphor, he understood what Polly wanted to say.

"The most terrifying thing is not that this theory is correct. It's... now it's time to change the tune." Polly said, "The strings of the universe need to be played in a different way. Or maybe the frequency of the universe is inherently chaotic, and humans are just born in a brief period of stability. When the era of stability ends, everything will return to chaos."

The gray light slowly lit up in the sky.

It seemed like only four hours had passed since nightfall, but the dawn began to rise.

"All laws are collapsing, and matter is distorting from its fundamental nature. You, me, the earth, the sun, and the galaxy are spinning faster." Polly said.

Anzhe said, "What will happen in the end?"

"I don't know." Polly shook his head slowly, "Living and non-living things will blend into one, all forms are changing, time and space are all bent, and everything will become another form that we can't understand. Only one thing is certain."

Anzhe waited for his answer.

"We will all die." The voice fell.

An Zhe coughed violently again, as if he wanted to cough out all the blood in his body. His body weakened faster than the material deformation. He hugged his knees and curled up in a chair near the fireplace. He was still alive. He seemed destined to witness the extinction of mankind at the end of his life.

Tang Lan went out. The institute was full of half-human, half-monster species. Some of them had strong fighting power, while others were just ordinary animals and plants, even slower and clumsier than the human body.

The huge vine that surrounded the entire institute, each branch stood up, the branches and leaves were like goose hairs standing up, a very aggressive posture.

Black shadows rustled up from the abyss, like a black tide. The crawling monsters were slower, and the flying monsters circled and flew to the top of the mountain, swooping down. Why did they gather to attack the human base only after the magnetic poles were defeated by the fluctuations? Was there something special about this timing? Or was it just because humans were weak and easy to prey on?

It shouldn't be.

Polly muttered to himself, "What do they want to get from here?"

From the intercom beside him, there was the sound of whirring wind and Tang Lan's voice: "Half of the monsters in the abyss are coming, half of the monsters in the abyss are coming here, and the flying monsters are the first to come up."

"We can't hold it, sir, what should we do?"

The Highland Research Institute used its small reserve of weapons. With a bang, a flying bird fell in the center of the Simpson Cage.

The light of the Simpson Cage was so bright that An Zhe could see the scene clearly - the tip of its wings first touched the crimson laser and flames, and it turned into a flashing pink in an instant, and it raised its neck. It seemed to want to scream, but its body fell rapidly due to gravity and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Then, its body was completely shattered at that moment, and the shining dust spread all over Simpson, like a spring dust storm, like the sparks of firewood burning in the fireplace.

Then, the sparks went out and disappeared without a trace.

A life disappeared just like that, from form to soul.

An shivered and took a few breaths with difficulty. This must not be a quick and clean way to die. It was better than being delayed by time bit by bit.

Polly helped him up and fed him a sip of glucose water, but the warm liquid flowing into his esophagus was like a knife-like torture.

He leaned on Polly.

"The Simpson Cage is a high-energy particle flow with a strong force field. Its energy is too great."

An Zhe nodded. After seeing the death of the flying bird, he finally understood why Polly strictly prohibited the people in the institute from approaching the Simpson Cage.

"Think about it..." Polly said, "Can we lead all the monsters into the Simpson Cage?"

He said so and did so. The people in the institute were equipped with more than a dozen simple communicators to communicate with each other. The aliens led by Tang Lan temporarily blocked the monsters in the outer world within 100 meters. Polly commanded those people who had no fighting ability to move to the white building, behind the Simpson Cage.

The monsters were targeting the people in the institute, and their target of attack had obviously shifted here.

At this time, Polly informed Tang Lan to make a gap, and an indescribable monster with star-shaped tentacles but flying swooped down. But the flames of the Simpson cage covered the door of the white building. If it wanted to rush into the white building, it had to go straight through it.

It chose an angle that was least affected by the sea of ​​fire without hesitation and glided downward.

On the screen, several clear curves suddenly appeared.

They intertwined with each other, as clear as the long ripples left by the webbed feet of a duck swimming on the lake.

Polly stared at the curves.

When the monster's body disappeared completely, the curves disappeared as well, turning into irregular white noise again.

"In the past, when monsters or aliens were burned by the Simpson Cage, the curves were very chaotic. It seems that it was also due to the influence of the magnetic field." He said, "So, these curves represent the frequency of the monster itself. If different monsters come in--" As soon as he

finished speaking, there was a dull sound, and the person on the ground who was sniping monsters with a gun hit a smaller monster, which also fell into the range of the Simpson Cage.

The same flashing dust rose up, and on the big screen, several lines that were completely different from the flying birds but still clearly visible appeared.

Polly's breathing became rapid.

"In the world composed of elementary particles, every living thing has its own frequency, and every substance - every element also has its own frequency." He said: "They are independent of each other in stable fluctuations, and infect each other in chaotic fluctuations."

He looked at the curve jumping on the screen and the calculated parameters, and the expression on his face could be described as crazy: "The frequency captured by the Simpson cage is very high. It can be reproduced with a magnetic field generator. In the beginning, they simulated the geomagnetism in this way. If they send the frequency of the captured monster, then the creatures within the range of the artificial magnetic field will be infected by this frequency. "

He said in a daze: "At the last moment, God finally let you see a corner of the truth. Should you thank him?"

He seemed to have received some divine revelation or a flash of inspiration.

"Is the nature and classification of species also a string of numbers that can be expressed by parameters? Can we also use a few words to summarize in the high-dimensional or low-dimensional world?"

"We study the fluctuations of the geomagnetic field, and thus have obtained the frequency representing protection and confrontation, and have been able to survive for more than a hundred years in this era. In fact, we have already come into contact with part of the truth."

He wrote and drew on the paper over and over again. An Zhe stared at Polly's back quietly. Even at the moment of death, the truth is so important to human beings. But to him, it is meaningless. Humans use all kinds of complicated theories to represent this world, but in his eyes, the world is just the world, without so much analysis and explanation, it is just a complicated appearance.

But Polly is still talking.

"When I was a fusionist, I studied the changes in genes and the ownership of consciousness. It felt like when God created humans, he randomly assigned a value to each species or each individual - completely random, no one knew what their value was. For example, 놖's value was 2, and a vine's value was 3. When 놖 was scratched by the thorns of the vine, it overlapped with it in space, and its value was higher than 놖 - so it could occupy 놖's consciousness. Facts have proved that the intuition was not correct. No, one wave covers another wave. Waves are strong or weak. There are the strongest waves that cover everything, and there are weak waves that are always covered."

He looked at the monsters that were coming one after another, and his gray-blue eyes showed an almost neurotic look. An Zhe knew that this meant that his scientist's brain was spinning at a crazy speed, processing too much information, so he could only rely on rapid oral narration to sort out his thoughts. Polly muttered, "What do they want? To get the most powerful frequency? Or sense that the magnetic field generator can emit specific waves?"

"Or, or..." His eyes widened, "Then, is there an absolutely stable frequency?"

He suddenly grabbed a piece of paper at hand: "Gibran once told me that the northern base found a sample that was absolutely inert-"

He picked up the communication equipment.

An Zhe watched this scene quietly.

He didn't understand a lot of what Polly said.

He understood some more.