Chapter 1364: Pistachios

(I ask for a monthly pass! That's right! I ask for a monthly pass in time at the end of each month! I won't forget to ask for a ticket! Let's break the monthly pass with a lot of effort?)
Regarding the information revealed by the Abyss Spirit in this appearance, we have been discussing until the evening. Everyone believes that the most cautious attitude should be taken: Be suspicious of any words that the Abyss Spirit says, and act on the fallen apostles. The policy remains the same, while strengthening inspections of the empire's borders and doubling the number of monitoring posts on the abyss empire border. This last point was raised by Sandora. She believes that the high-profile appearance of the Abyss Spirit may indicate that there will be relatively large actions on the side of the fallen apostles. No matter what the other party ’s idea is, sending out the sentinel is always a universal and effective treatment. means.
Tavel was ordered to conduct further analysis of the Rift Valley. The cause of the Rift mentioned by Abyss Schilling may have some reference value, and Tavel also has a lot of spare research power at hand. We let Tavel separate a thread to specialize Follow up on this and see if you can find a way to control the latter based on the cause of the Rift Valley. We do n’t expect to close this channel, but we may be able to prevent it from moving around. A tangible threat that is fixed and can be scanned is naturally less harmful than this erratic rift that only Spirit can find. Already. In the next step, we must find a way to set up network defenses, firewalls, information monitoring points, sentinel programs, and more robust underlying protocols around the rift. No matter what method is used. The Apostles of the Spirit are not only powerful on the battlefield in the real world. As a race that has a spiritual network by nature, their network technology cannot be underestimated. Through the deployment of various protective means, although it cannot guarantee 100% The ground rips the rift valley harmless, but at least when the fallen apostles invade the empire's network through the rift valley, these protective measures can make the enemy difficult to move-we also have to take into account the enemy's technical advantage. The way to upload ordinary Apostles to the Internet, but this does not mean that the fallen apostles do not have this technology. The Abyss Spirit has been studying Rift Valley for at least 10,000 years. If she can upload the fallen apostle to the Internet, I would not be surprised at all.
In fact, if you have to say, the spiritual network of the new empire now has one of the most powerful defense mechanisms, that is, the power of the void creatures: the entire empire network is permeated with information disturbances from the void. These disturbances are to the members of the new empire. It is to enable them to gradually transform into a source of power for the gods, but it is as toxic to the fallen apostles. Unless the Abyss Spirit makes some incredible breakthrough. Otherwise, once she organizes an invasion in the spiritual network, she will inevitably face an astonishing additional loss of war: her army will continue to be a member of the new empire during the offensive, turning her head to attack herself.
This situation is more interesting, because the converse is also true: if the army of the new empire forcibly attacks the fallen apostles (whether in reality or in the network), then soldiers will continue to be polluted by the abyss and become enemies, turning their heads To attack the imperial army. This is a debuff that is established for everyone: away combat, the chance of damage is directly doubled.
Void power and abyss power, although the former is higher than the latter in terms of level, but based on the current strength of the new empire and the abyss empire, if the two armies are fighting in each other ’s territory, it really does n’t matter who transformed them, anyway. I'm sure. If one hangs on the network of the fallen apostles and faces a sea of ​​spirits of hundreds of millions of people, he should be exiled into the void to read a revival within two hours.
Taking the abyss spirit as a brave weapon to send Haran's army as abandon in order to send out, I guess she would be happy to use my half abyss empire to replace my life: this is a person who can win the battle at all costs. It is also because of the other party ’s acting style that we have decided to set up more defense lines on the network: purely using the information of the void creatures to disturb the power to protect the network, I am afraid that the spirit of the abyss, the spirit of the abyss, cannot be stopped. As soon as she rushed over by her own people, we would die ...
As for 70,000 years ago, was it because the void force that I escaped caused the fallen apostles to survive as a unit. It wasn't even I indirectly contributed to the birth of the "fallen apostle" species. This topic was very embarrassing. Anyway, with her faceless, skinless, and heartless personality, she was embarrassed to tangled in this topic. In the end, Sandora was handed over to the staff and the database management center to let them recover from those ancient records (especially those inherited from the fifteen days zone) about the conception of the year and the void creatures to save the world. (Record) Look for clues.
Although this matter is very depressing, but think about it in reverse, it would be a good thing to take it seriously. Tavel said: "If you add the power of the void as a buffer element to the conversion process of the fallen apostles, you may be able to establish a true 'transformation model'. We can confirm the birth mechanism of the fallen apostles and master it. How the enemy came. You can better study how the enemy is. Theoretically it is. "
We have not been able to understand the details of the conversion of the fallen apostles, and they do not know how they changed from a sane creature to the present under the influence of the abyss power. Tavel has performed many theoretical model-level simulations of this, each time. The conversion rates obtained are lower than the number and intensity of fallen apostles in reality, so I once thought that this conversion could not be explained by the existing technology, and even there was no mathematical model, but Tavel promised the personality of a scientist. It is believed that there are no special cases outside the mathematical model of all things in the world. We just did not find a key parameter: this parameter may now be a small amount of void disturbance.
"After this model is established, we will be able to send the fallen apostles back to their hometowns to marry as a unit!"
After returning from Shadow City, Sandora said with a smile of anticipation, and she did not hesitate to set the flag for the enemy.
I sat in a daze in the living room. Today, what happened is too much and too complicated. With my own nerves, I also feel that this day is too dreamy, so I am now busy rebuilding the Three Views. Bingtis is still stuck in my soul. The female hooligan now has no strength to curse and can only hum and complain, complaining of her bad luck, and complaining that Sandora and others are tossing her body Complaining about the weather, complaining about the brightness of the sun, complaining about gravity, and even complaining about the rustic clothes I wear today ...
"You should pay attention to the image. Wear the temperament of a country leader, and suggest you choose a black dress ..."
I have been living with this female hooligan for more than half a day, and have been struggling: "... shut up, please ..."
"Body is boring! You are the body of the body now! Do not wear a shirt for fifteen dollars and seven trousers! You have to wear a skirt ..."
I took out the killer: "No more bullshit, I'm going to shave."
Bingtis imagined what it would be like to shave from his own perspective, and then she didn't say a word.
"How long will it take for us two to get stuck like this?" Bettis was silent for less than five minutes, and spoke carefully.
"It depends on when I have time to go to the divine realm in these two days. How many do you think the empire can solve the problem of divine magic out of control?"
Bingtis thought about my schedule: To follow up on the resurrection of the ancestors, to entertain thousands of small three-inch Ding guests, to have a bunch of new weapon research and development plans, and to work with Harlan to study how to form an abyss world and cooperate with the research. The conversion mechanism of the fallen apostle ... she desperately sang in my mind the incomplete eight-third version of Honglou Meng's ending film-I was curious where she heard it.
The voice from your own consciousness cannot be blocked, just as you cannot stop thinking. I endured the bombardment of Bingtis jokes, because I understood the sadness of this female hooligan, but I must find something to divert my attention ...
While thinking about it, I heard a small exclaiming sound from the second floor, and then the intermittent piano sound—the piano? Who is playing the piano?
There is indeed a piano at home, but it is just like a lot of other strange things in the house. It was bought last year. She wanted to learn how to play the piano, but it turned out that there wasn't a little music cell on that girl: if there wasn't a barrier around the house, I guess the movement of her playing would greet the people from the National Security Bureau-so the piano would become a decoration later Already. At present, only two people in the family can play the piano. One is Lin Xue, who is a good-looking lady, and the other is Xiao Xue, who was forced to learn piano by Lin Xue for two years, but I can definitely hear them playing the piano: Lin Xue plays a piano. The hotels in California are all tastes of the California guest house. Xiao Xue, who I have seen playing the piano, is a two-finger zen. The only song she can pop up with is "Little Star" ...
The movement upstairs is obviously not the lady now: although intermittent, the tune is quite normal.
And more importantly, it's not "Little Stars". I heard that Xiao Xue used two-finger Zen to play "Little Stars".
I used the intermittent sound of the piano upstairs to help shield the blindness of Icetis in my head. I was curious to observe the situation. I went upstairs and went straight to the house where the piano was placed. As a result, I pushed the door and saw the chair in front of the piano No one on ...
But there was a large group of three-inch goddess D on the piano.
Dozens of wild jingle bells stood neatly in a small place in front of the piano keyboard. All of them were elated. They are so small that they can only hit two keys at a time: the way is to jump up hard. A Ding Dong with a pair of pony tails stood on the piano keyboard cover as a conductor, running around with a score a few laps older than her, and the bottom row of Ding Dong was attentive. When the turn of the keyboard in front of my eyes should be pronounced, I jumped up and then jumped down quickly. The amount of playing a piano is enough to run a 20,000-meter marathon.
They actually played a complete piece of music in this way!
This kind of performance must require a very high degree of cooperation and dedication: For this group of small brains, it is definitely not possible to not invest, so I did not see them when I entered the door, and a bunch of little guys are still playing happily ... , Dancing the piano, I don't know where they find the score, and I haven't heard the melody myself, but it still sounds very pleasant: Of course, it may also be a pleasant sight in front of you. This row of buzzers bounces on the keys, some are already busy, some are just laid back for a long time, just need to step up, and finally the score is over. The unlucky peas were almost afterimages when they jumped up and down, and they shook two small short legs like toothpicks, and finally they missed it.
At the end of the song, two-thirds of Douding lay on his own keyboard and gasped out his tongue, and the other third did almost nothing during the whole process, so he began to choke with excitement ...
"No way, no way," finally Douding, who was in charge of finishing, crawled up and down on the keyboard, bringing up a series of notes. "Kelulu isn't playing anymore, I'm so tired ..."
"This thing is called a piano. Dingdong said," The little man who carried the music score jumped off the keyboard cover, "This should be something invented by the Earth people to practice group gymnastics, Paqiqi said."
I think this little idea is very problematic. Who can use the piano to practice group gymnastics besides your group of three-inch tall guys?
"Ah! It is Her Majesty the Emperor!" At this time, she noticed that someone was coming in the room, and flew over, her greeting. The scene was very lively. The three-inchers who liked group action rushed around and circled my head in a hurry. Fortunately, they usually do it all day long, or they are really dizzy.
The psychological decompression effect of the three-inch goddess D is significant. Being with this group of little guys, how much annoying things can be temporarily put behind my head: so I don't think about the abyss of the spirit and the ice Tiska instantly. The facts in themselves. I find that there are only a few of them. It took me a while to know that everyone else was completely dispersed, and this group of highly effective peas should have spread to various places in Shadow City and Avalon-the Celestial City is not open for the time being, otherwise they will surely also Go to Tianjie City Group for more than a dozen tour groups.
The three-inch Ding Ding in front of them are "music and sports enthusiasts" in the wild. For various reasons, the goddesses of life have always regarded music and sports as a whole.
I looked at the room, only to find that there were traces of these three inch Ding activities: the guitar by the wall fell, and the violin was thrown on the bed. Two flutes are also placed on the window sill: these things do not mean that our home is full of music, but only that for a while, I thought that I might have music cells, which were all created by the girl's whim.
I talked with Wild Ding Dong No. 1 and knew that they had tried various instruments in the room, and later found that only the piano could master: the peas trying to play the guitar were broken by the guitar strings (just like the slingshot launch), trying The peas playing the violin couldn't hold the bow. The peas trying to play the flute found that their mouths were not large, and they hadn't blown out for half a day—their vital capacity was probably calculated in milliliters. So in the end they had to practice group gymnastics on the piano.
"It was like this at the time-" An unknown little thing enthusiastically showed me how she played the guitar. Doudin was holding a guitar string, and his small wings struggled to pull back, and then he couldn't hold it before he could let go. He heard the trembling sound of "hum", and he was thrown to the wall suddenly on.
"Uh ... I see, so you don't need to demonstrate ..."
"It's weird," a young man named Paqiqi was drilling in the piano to study why this thing made a sound. Then suddenly I remembered what seemed to come out and went straight to me. "I just felt it, your soul is not the same as when you first met! It has a familiar taste, as if it was from the gods ..."
"Because my mother is stuck here!"
Bingtis's voice sounded through the Spirit Channel, and a group of small dots flew away in a sudden fright: the female hooligan was born with a kind of aura. This group of three-inch Ding really can not bear.
"Well, thank you for your amusement, my mother is now in a better mood," Bingtiston paused, and muttered, "I was almost depressed before ..."
Bingtis didn't finish speaking, but he heard a shallow voice coming from downstairs: "Ajun! Ajun! My sister asked you to come down for dinner!"
"Oh, go eat first," I'm in a good mood, beckoning to those who are running around not far away, "Ding Dang probably took other people to eat somewhere else, you and us Come together. By the way, Bingtis, you don't seem to be able to eat now, is that all right? "
"... Your uncle, my mother is still depressed."
From the number of people alone ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is definitely the largest meal in our family: because dozens of cheerfully diced peas were added this time. I'm very glad that Ding Dong has taken most of it, otherwise you can imagine what a lively feast attended by thousands of people. These little guys don't take up much space, and dozens of crickets can't take up a seat, but they have a problem with eating and clanging, that is, they like to run around the table: for them, this table meal is almost like a jungle Like an adventure, discovering another plate of dishes across the mountains can make them yell for a long time, and Hupeng attracts people to eat. I even saw a little dot drawing a map with a pen in her hand. She was responsible for helping others to explore the location of vegetarian dishes, but after dragging two dishes in front of me, the little dot map was scrapped ...
I have to be careful everywhere. I was afraid that when chopping chopsticks and picking vegetables, I knocked over a goddess who was lying on a plate holding bean sprouts or celery mammoths. This is not impossible. Usually we only have one clang when we are three apart Will chopsticks turn the little thing, this time the chance directly increased by dozens of times-just shallowly sloppy, just grabbed Ke Lulu and dipped it in the sauce dish: she thought it was a green vegetable, and similar The incident has definitely happened to Ding Dong before.
I help Xiaoluo, named Lulu Lu, and I'm glad I didn't eat hot pot today, although similar things have happened to Ding Dong ... (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start (m) vote Recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read m.)