Zerg in the crystal wall world

A rainbow light flashed.

A man and a horse, suspended in mid-air.

"Nigh." The unicorn snorted.

"We've already come in? I feel like we're still in the shadow world?" Motta asked in confusion.

At this time, red mist was constantly emanating from Mota and the unicorn, which was using telekinesis to stabilize their bodies so as not to be assimilated by the secondary dimension.

Mota was originally a perception unit, and relying on the perception tentacles on his body, he quickly figured out what was going on.

As Erin said, this is a seriously distorted world.

The internal structure of the world barrier curls inward, causing the concepts represented by various levels of dimensions to mix together.

Light, sound, movement and even space are all in an abnormal state.

By analogy, if the world barrier is compared to watermelon rind and the material dimension is compared to the watermelon flesh, then this world is almost a solid "watermelon rind".

"No wonder Ironhead said this place is hard to describe." Mota sighed, "How did this white elf do it?"

Because they are in a distorted space, the sight, hearing, and touch that creatures prepare for the three-dimensional world are all useless, and most of Mota's senses are also useless here.

Fortunately, the Apocalypse Vision allows Mota and the Unicorn to overlook their surroundings from all dimensions. And then...

"Hahahaha..." Motta laughed out loud, "What the hell is this?"

Although the man and the horse were trying hard to maintain their own shapes, just like an object forms a two-dimensional image in a mirror, they still left an image in the distorted world.

A very strange image: the mouth is on one side, but it looks like it is looking straight ahead; both eyes are next to the left ear, one is larger than the other; the nose is shown from the side, but the nostrils are exposed...

It looked like he had taken photos of himself from various angles, cut them up and then haphazardly stitched them together.

But the most amazing thing is that such a thing actually has quite a bit of “charm”.

At least let someone who is familiar with Mota come over and recognize her at a glance.

"Hey."

"Around?" Following the unicorn's reminder, Motta shifted his attention away from himself, only to find that the scene around him was like this.

Relying on blocks of different colors and a little bit of associative thinking, we can roughly distinguish the surroundings, which should be trees, flowers and plants.

Motta also noticed a brown patch, which should be an animal like a squirrel, but it looked like it had been cut into pieces and pieced together.

"Hey."

"What does flattened mean?" Motta turned his head to look at the unicorn.

As she moved, the reflection on the distorted world also changed, and the color blocks on her body moved like a kaleidoscope.

"Hey."

"No thickness?" Question, "You mean, we are in the painting? Because the painting has no thickness, so as the characters in the painting, we can't see the things around us, but from a third-person perspective, we can see it?"

"Hey." The unicorn nodded.

As the movement progressed, the image of the unicorn became more and more abstract. Motta couldn't help laughing again.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred.

Motta looked into the distance and saw a small patch of gray-brown color suddenly appearing in the green jungle.

It started as a dot, then slowly expanded to a diameter of about hundreds of kilometers, pulled out a long tail, and began to move rapidly towards her location.

Wherever it passed, all colors collapsed and turned into grayish brown.

Motta immediately sensed its essence: this was a collision of sub-dimensions, an inward collapse of "reality".

Theoretically speaking, this kind of movement can only occur when the world is destroyed.

If a unit is "squeezed" by the World Barrier for a long time, even a twelfth-level unit will not be able to withstand it.

What’s even more horrifying is that despite such a dramatic reaction.

Motta and the unicorn's own senses were completely unaware of anything.

If it weren't for the third-party perspective of the Apocalypse Vision, Motta would probably have to wait until it squeezed onto his body before he knew what was happening.

Without saying a word, Motta spurred his horse and turned into a rainbow of light and shot out.

At the critical moment, he avoided the collapse of the dimension.

But after running a short distance, Motta signaled the unicorn to stop.

"Er?"

"I have a guess, wait a minute."

After rapid communication on the spiritual level, the man and the horse stood in the void in a phased state, watching the further changes in their positions from a third-person perspective.

I saw that the area that was originally painted gray quickly had many more blocks of color as it moved.

Soon, it returned to its original "lush" appearance.

"I should have noticed earlier. Those blocks of color are brush strokes. This wizard is a painter. He is using this world to paint."

"Eh?"

"Of course it makes sense. He must have a 'studio'. We can find him if we find his 'studio'."

"Eh?"

"do not know."

Although Mota has been transformed into a reconnaissance unit, it is still far inferior to the truth machine.

Since Erin did not take the initiative to report the target's coordinates to Mota, it means that it is almost impossible for Mota to find the other party.

"Whew~" the unicorn snorted unhappily.

Before, they knew there was a wizard, but they couldn't find where he was. Now they know that the wizard is actually a painter, but they still don't know where he is.

"Don't worry," Motta said complacently, "sometimes when you find someone, you can find a way to make him come to you on his own initiative..."

Having said this, Motta dispelled the phantom energy in his body and entered the "painting" again.

This time, she relaxed her resistance a little.

Immediately, the ends of her limbs began to "two-dimensionalize" under the pressure of multiple dimensions.

The change in her form of existence caused her tissue cells to begin dying in large numbers.

But with the help of telekinesis and distortion power, Motta's main body still maintains a "three-dimensional" state.

In this way, within the three-dimensional and two-dimensional buffer zones, between dead and non-dead tissues, cells began to mutate rapidly under environmental pressure!

In two-dimensional matter, microscopic substances that are complex enough to synthesize macromolecules are quickly screened out and rapidly iterated until they are able to stably metabolize and self-replicate.

In just a few tens of seconds, a two-dimensional life form that could survive in the world of the painting was born.

After hundreds of rounds of iterations, a translation mechanism between two-dimensional and three-dimensional was established, and a large amount of essence was converted into two-dimensional information and entered into the two-dimensional life form.

Let it mutate quickly into fungal carpet-like life.

Motta finally gritted her teeth and re-entered the phase state - using her own flesh and blood tissue can indeed increase the speed of mutation and evolution, but it is also really painful!

What happens next is relatively simple.

Motta inspires life force with ease.

Under the impact of the massive life spell, the two-dimensional fungal blanket began to rapidly multiply, expanding at an exponential rate, dyeing the entire world in the painting pure green...

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