Zerg in the crystal wall world

Breaking through the thick fog that covered the lake, an island lay quietly in the embrace of the waves.

There is a green lawn on the edge of the island. The soft and tough green grass is extremely dense and fluffy, like a thick wool blanket, spread on the lakeshore, and dotted with colorful flowers.

In the center of the island is a dense apple forest, with ripe fruits hanging on the trees, and the bright red apples look particularly tempting in the sun.

Several snow-white unicorns were running in the woods.

It looks so peaceful and beautiful.

But at this moment, the lake water beside the island suddenly began to stir as if it was boiling, and continuously emitted red light.

With a splash, a tall and strong figure in golden armor but with a pale face suddenly emerged from the lake.

The beautiful man, who looked like a sculpture, strolled on the lawn, but every step he took left an ever-expanding dark brown fungal carpet on the field, turning this lush garden into another vibrant one.

This is the infected Emperor, the backup body of the Overmind.

Walking on the grassland that was gradually changing color, the Lord looked around at the space.

Both the landscape and the magical aura it exudes are very similar to Avalon, the private dimension of the great white elf sage Vivian.

But the Lord knew that this was not the place.

Because the real Avalon has long since become a hive of insects.

Because of the magical power contained in the lake, an infected abyss was formed to analyze the witchcraft of the white elves; the carefully cultivated apple forest has also been alienated and cultivated into a Hydra, which is a heroic unit; the unicorns in the forest have been sent to Motta to fill the scarce unicorn gene bank.

In fact, this is not a purely material dimension at all.

When the Overlord analyzed the memory of the Knight King Heroic Spirit, he found this place deep in his mind. It was not coordinate information, but it was closely aligned with the Knight King Heroic Spirit's thoughts. It was like an extremely real dream.

But it was not a pure spirit, otherwise the Overlord would have directly pulled it into the Hive Will. There was no way for his spare body to really set foot in it.

It should be a dream world that is both real and fake, created by relying on witchcraft, thoughts, and the cooperation of the thirteenth-level unit, the Knight King.

Comparing the memories of the Knight King's spirit and the White Elves, this should be the White Elves' artificial world technology.

A completely different technical route from the goblins.

Simply put, the goblins study the structure of crystal walls, establish mathematical models, create regular pulses through machine souls and directional soul explosions, and build new crystal walls.

The white elves create a dream and use witchcraft to guide the soul to distort reality, breaking the barrier between dreams and reality.

When the "realness" of a dream exceeds reality, with just a little stimulation, individuals in the real world can "wake up" in the dream world. In the real world, this should be the collective disconnection of the white elves.

It is difficult to say which of these two routes is better, but considering the close relationship between psionic energy and mind, the dream world method is undoubtedly more valuable for the Zerg.

As a private dimension, Avalon isn't too big.

Soon, the Overlord arrived in the center of the apple orchard.

An old man in gray holding a staff was standing in the fungus-covered apple forest, as if he had been waiting for a long time: "You are here, respected Lord of the Insect Tide."

The master didn't say any more words and just pointed his hand.

The primal essence is drawn into the fungal carpet beneath your feet.

The biological tissue turned into countless tentacles as it surged, shooting to the old man's side and connecting to his body one by one.

The old man shook his wand slightly, but apart from using magic to ensure that his mouth was exposed and he could speak, he did not resist: "Please be patient, I am just a remnant, I can't withstand your great power."

"What is your purpose?" the Overlord asked briefly.

The old man replied sincerely: "To answer your question, Lord of the Insect Tide."

Of course, the master would not believe that the old man had only this one purpose, but it did not stop him from continuing to ask: "Tell me the location of the white elf."

"Unfortunately, even the mother tree has not mapped the coordinates of Gensokyo." The gray-clothed old man said calmly, "Since we have chosen to escape, we will not take the initiative to leave footprints."

The Overlord was not surprised, just as Erin expected.

Facing a 14th-order unit, any information leakage is extremely dangerous. They can even deny entropy increase and reorder the meaningless information.

The best way to conceal something is to keep it secret even to yourself.

“You are actually in great danger now.” Seeing that the Lord did not ask any more questions, the old man in gray took the initiative to say, “Now is the era of the Twin Pillar Gods. All the Ancients in the world except Him must either flee or die. And you will soon be able to threaten Him and interfere with His ultimate showdown. He will not allow you to exist.”

The Overlord is indeed about to be promoted to the fourteenth level.

But that was the fourteenth-order psionic energy, not the twisted power, and was not within the "vision" of the ancient gods. In addition, since Order and Chaos were distracted by the mutant world, the Overlord was still confident that he could keep it a secret for a while.

But the old man randomly said: "The emperor of mankind has become the favored one of the gods of order."

The master was cheered up, he really didn't know this.

After humanity ascended, the Zerg's control over the area covered by the Imperial Truth declined. Even though the mechanical Zerg under Erin were trying their best to lay out the Moon Torch network, they were unable to offset the disadvantage of the restricted psionic energy.

After the emperor sat on the throne, the thirteenth-level units cooperated with the rules, and the throne world became a black hole of vision.

This is a crucial piece of information. The emperor has a truth machine. The fourteenth-order psionic energy may be able to deceive the perception of the ancient gods, but it may not be able to deceive the deduction and calculation of the truth machine.

That is to estimate the range of Overmind's power by the number of swarms and the strength of high-level units.

But this also made the master wonder: "How did you know?"

As the representative of the white elves, Fran had indeed been staying in the heart of the empire before, but the Lord was sure that the Emperor would not tell her such a secret.

He knew the emperor very well, he was a man who valued humanity above all else. Even now, this "infected corpse of the emperor" was still filled with love for humanity, and it was impossible for him to be so devoted to an alien.

The gray-robed old man quickly gave an answer: "The Ancient One behind the empire is still connected to us."

The master frowned. Didn’t he say that the ancient god was either dead or escaped?

"That one is different. He cannot be killed, so he was sealed in a secret place by the combined efforts of Order and Chaos."

"Can't be killed?"

"He is called probability, luck, miracle...but the most praised thing is hope."

Hope? The master was stunned. He had always thought that the ancient gods behind the emperor should be ancient gods such as "loyalty", "balance", and "racial discrimination".

Since he was obsessed with hope, it meant that this ancient god was best at surviving death. It was normal for him to survive.

The Overlord suddenly changed his question and asked, "Are all ancient gods named after concepts?"

"No, the Ancients have normal names." As the oldest civilization, the White Elves knew more ancient secrets. "In an era older than the Age of Chaos, the Ancients coexisted with spirits and elemental creatures, or in other words, various lives parasitized in the Ancients.

The Ancients at that time had preferences and emotions, and some could even communicate with each other. But they gradually went insane. "

"why?"

"You should know, or you should be aware of it."

"Perceive what?"

"Do you think this world is real or fake?" the gray-robed old man asked softly in a persuasive tone.

The Overlord frowned again.

The old man in gray went a step further: "The spirit of the starry sky maintains the operation of all things, so what maintains the flow of thoughts?"

Since the laws of physics are maintained under the distortion of the stars, then under whose distortion is the rule that "the soul can distort reality" maintained?

The old man in gray wanted to speak.

But the master stretched out his hand and said, "It's OK."

The old man in gray showed a look of astonishment: "Don't you care about these?"

"I care very much," the Overlord explained, "but the original essence has adapted to your life form. I will go and see the rest of the news myself."

While the two were talking, the tentacles that bound the old man in gray had differentiated into many organs, deeply involved in the flow of energy in the old man's body, enough to build a stable bridge.

The infected emperor's eyes flashed red, and after neural transcoding, the master's mind invaded the consciousness echo maintained by witchcraft...

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