Chapter 810: Constructing Skynet
Itel Federation, the capital of the Kingdom of Loran.
As one of the most prosperous super cities in the Federation, the Ninth Order Elves' previous high-profile move to use the domain to blockade the construction network has attracted a lot of attention from all parties.
Many people watched in secret, intending to use the elves to test the Speaker's true strength.
No strong person is a fool. The Speaker's previous promotion of the construct network despite controversy and the emergence of the construct group have aroused suspicion among many ninth-order people.
Except for the diehards of the Federal Speaker's faction, the other ninth-order forces are waiting to see what means the Speaker will use to deal with these elves.
Not to mention the calculations between these major forces, the attention of many low- and middle-level professionals in the civilian population has now been completely attracted by the rare interruption of the construction network connection and the strange phenomenon in the sky.
The battle between the ninth order was still too far away for the common people. Although it was covered by the field of the Internet disconnection rule, very few people knew what it meant.
Players were scrambling to broadcast live the scene of the sky in the Federation suddenly turning crimson, and used this as an illustration, creating a large number of rumors on the forums, some true and some false.
"Hi, hi, hi, everyone! I am your charming dragonborn with a cocky tail. You may have heard that a large-scale strange celestial phenomenon suddenly occurred in the Federation."
On the streets of the capital of Loran, the last Dragonborn, who has now completely transformed into a professional anchor, is letting himself go in front of the camera.
"It just so happens that I am in the capital of Loran right now. Let me broadcast live to you the abnormal celestial phenomena in the Federation today!"
"Hey, big anchor, are you working hard on your mission to please Her Royal Highness the Princess again?"
Several passing players saw him and started to tease him.
As the Last Dragonborn’s fame grows, even when he walks on the street, there will be fans who have watched his live broadcasts greeting him.
"What do you mean by pleasing Her Royal Highness the Princess? I don't know. Don't make something up that doesn't exist."
The elf glared at the player who was making a fuss and directly denied the three consecutive hits.
"What do you mean by making something up? When I was on a mission and passed by the outskirts of the Black Feather Kingdom's palace, I saw with my own eyes that you were running away from the palace with something in your arms, and there was a group of guards chasing and hacking you down."
The player did not flinch, but instead spoke loudly and deliberately into the camera.
"I was just helping Princess Kuroba get something back from the palace... Her Highness the Princess asked me to do something, how can that be considered licking?"
The Last Dragonborn's expression twitched, and he instinctively argued loudly, and then deliberately ignored the sarcastic remarks such as "Oh" and "It's just your highness's mission" that floated in the barrage.
With the previous system update, the function of adjusting the live broadcast delay time has been implemented. Since there is no secret mission going on now, the elf has set the lowest delay of one second.
"Wait! Look up at the sky! What is that?!"
At this moment, someone suddenly screamed and pointed desperately towards the sky, his white knuckles trembling a little.
"Sh ...
The camera unconsciously pointed to the sky, and the last dragon was a little dazed at the sudden changes in the sky.
Following the Speaker's self-explosion, in the eyes of the residents of the main material world, the sky, which was originally crimson due to the coverage of the domain, now suddenly had a huge hole.
Surging darkness and terrifying gray lightning lingered in it, and the destructive aura filled with death caused all professionals who sensed its power to change their expressions drastically.
"Oh Gods, is this world about to face its final judgment?!"
At this moment, both the players and the natives held their breath instinctively. People in the streets and alleys looked up, horrified at the changes in the sky. Some believers who believed in gods were already kneeling on the ground, begging for forgiveness from the gods.
"What happened in the demiplane? How are Sir Seymour and the others?"
At this moment, the two ninth-level elves in the sky had extremely solemn expressions. This sudden and terrifying explosion made them realize that something uncontrollable seemed to have happened in the situation.
However, before they could wonder for long, several ninth-level elves in miserable conditions appeared beside them.
The speaker's final self-explosion directly swept in several elves who were unable to escape. Although they joined forces to survive at the critical moment, they all suffered serious rule trauma.
"The situation has changed, hurry up! Get out of here!"
Forcibly suppressing his own injuries, Seymour's mental fluctuations carried with them everything that had happened in the previous half plane, and were transmitted into the minds of the two ninth-level elves who stayed behind. Then, he and the two ninth-level elves whose faces also changed drastically, teleported away without looking back.
As the elves fled, the crimson color of the sky that was dyed by the domain quickly dissipated, leaving only an indelible black hole.
But along with the appearance of this void, something indescribable quickly began to spread throughout the entire constructed network.
Fortunately, due to the previous "Internet outage", many people took off their headbands and escaped the disaster, but there were also many people who did not take off their headbands.
At this moment, as the construction network was reconnected, these people fell down without a sound.
Due to the information pollution from the yellow figure, the Speaker has begun to distribute the information pressure to every network connector without regard to the consequences.
When he completely abandoned his original body and his will was completely integrated with the constructed network, the Speaker at this moment had truly left the category of "individual organism" and transformed into a collective of group pan-consciousness.
The strength of the group will depends on the total number and average quality of the individuals that make up the group.
With the Speaker's unremitting promotion in the past few years, the number of people using the constructed network has now reached an exaggerated level of tens of millions.
The pressure that Heinz alone could not bear would no longer be so unbearable if it were shared among countless people in the federation.
Of course, the price is that individuals who are exposed to this forbidden knowledge will be permanently affected.
Visible to the naked eye, mutations began to occur without warning in those wearing construct headbands.
Some people had dense swaying buds all over their bodies, some began to bleed from all seven orifices, some turned pale, and their facial features twisted together like a whirlpool. But all the mutated people seemed to be unaware of this, and just stood there blankly as if they had lost their souls.
"ah!"
The civilians who saw all this happening nearby screamed in fear and fled away as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions, fearing that the mutation in their bodies would be transmitted to themselves.
The only good news is that since this forbidden information has been diluted by Heinz and the source has disappeared, it is now distributed to tens of millions of network users and will not cause direct death.
"It's a bit troublesome... Although Lanton's last move seemed to have severely injured Heinz, it still allowed the Speaker to connect to the external construct network."
In the floating city, Avis frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Compared to the previous one, the current Speaker is the true final form.
With the Seir-class alchemy spirit 'Heinz' as the core, the construct headbands throughout the federation as tentacles, and the Speaker himself who has abandoned his body as the central will, together they form a construct skynet that covers the heads of all living beings.
It was clear that time was running out for Anvis as the Speaker dispersed the pressure.
Once the Speaker has sorted out his own condition, that will be the time when he will be completely destroyed.
(End of this chapter)
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