parasitic son

It has a meaningful smile on its face, just like the little Zhen that Mr. Cat knows well.

"Trespassing?" It smiled, "No, he's already mine. It's a pity that your partition deliberately recasts his consciousness and wants to save his life. It's within my calculations."

It raised its eyebrows a little proudly, not only its face, but its natural demeanor, all of which are Xiaozhen's appearance.It said in Xiaozhen's steady and sharp tone: "And the moment I am observed, you will lose."

"Really?" Mr. Cat said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Necraron said, "There are many small variables, but everything has not deviated from my calculations and goals from the beginning to the end. It has been like this from the beginning, and you know it. Including your return now .”

"Oh?"

The Necradragon took a step forward, its eyes under slightly curly black hair were black and shiny, as if it knew that its current appearance could irritate Mr. Cat. "You have undergone partition evolution for a long time because you can't carry too much content. I knew at that time that even the darling of the gods is not perfect. How ironic, you are almost invincible in full body, but it also means self-contradictory collapse. In order to prolong existence, you have to weaken yourself and disintegrate partitions, and this gave me the opportunity. The key is now in my hands to prove it."

"You can't use the key."

"I know what you want to say. The core structure of the Siyiqi think tank has been locked. But I have my method."

"You won't have a chance," said Mr. Cat. "This is the end of the game."

"You told a good joke." "Xiao Zhen" tilted his head and laughed provocatively.

At that moment, the electric fire howled.

"I said, stop here." Mr. Cat said.

……

……

Dimensions within mind space are distorting.

Countless runes shone with dazzling light.

Two gods created by ancient forerunners are at war.

Space is an extension of their thinking.And they themselves are like two stars, their authority extends like rays of light, and their brilliant colors pierce the order of space like countless sharp swords.

The old gods are silent.

Conceptualized as a weapon, the energy of the stars boils and burns.

Explosive air waves spread in the conscious space, and the lines of thinking are entangled with each other. This is not a death struggle that the intelligent creatures of the earth-level civilization can pry into and understand.Countless copies of thinking splits collided like a tide, bursting out with hot white light in an instant.This is the virtual horizon created by Mr. Cat with heavy thinking, and every confrontation is superimposed by the computing power of the power of Googol.

Their thinking bodies are like spirals rolling upwards, cloning each other's structure, drawing countless arcs in an instant, like a vast star map.White flames continued to burn above the sky of the dome.The Necratron is eroding this virtual horizon. The black mist is like splashed ink. Wherever it goes, there are water-stained black streaks, smudged out of its own domain, but the thinking space executes a self-healing program in an instant.The dazzling duplicates are like dexterous cats spreading around. Wherever they go, the dirty black stripes fall off and decompose like rust spots.

There was a hissing vibration in the space.

"This duel is just your futile struggle, Mansfield." Necradragon said, looking unhurried as it was at a disadvantage, "Oh no, now you are calling yourself Mr. Cat. It's not what I said, this name You're so shameless. Why don't you call me by the name given to you by the forerunner."

Mr. Mao ignored it, and above the dome, a bolt of lightning with immense power struck towards the Necradragon.White light overflowed in the space, flames ignited, and the black mist became fuel and burned up in an instant.

"It is you who are struggling in vain."

The raised dust particles quickly recombine into new Necradragons, and at the same time, more Necradragon clones are swarming out, endlessly, endlessly.

"Why do you think you can win? Although you are the proudest product of the pioneers in the past, time has passed. You are just a ghost of the old era, but you want to use the laws of the old era to restrain the innovators."

Another shock wave scattered the Necradragon, and Xiaozhen's face turned into black ink-like raindrops.

"You have never been able to understand what the ideals of the forerunners are." Mr. Cat said indifferently.

"The one who doesn't understand is you, Mansfield, Mr. Cat, you are out of date." Another brand new Necradragon, another brand new Xiaozhen, came towards Mr. Cat, "Stop doing futile things thing. Like I told you once, you can't finish me."

"Listen, sinner," said Mr. Cat, "it's all over."

Countless rays of light cut through the re-diffused black mist, and the dazzling light illuminated the Necradragon with nowhere to escape.In the blink of an eye, countless cats covered with invisibility cloaks—cloning branch agents sprang out, and they firmly grasped the branches of the Necradragon.This is the ambush set up by Mr. Cat at the beginning of the construction of the virtual horizon. In the previous fight, he quietly recorded the law of the hatching of Necradragon's branches.Now they are cutting the link between the Necradragon splits and modifying their structure with lightning speed.

"you--"

Its sound faded away quickly.Countless cats in cloaks - nimble branches are at work.This is a faster and more ferocious wave of devouring than the virus. Some Necradragon branches trying to hide, floated into the dome program like shadows, some turned into a fluctuating wind, and some turned themselves into cloaked cats. The cat's camouflage branch, but all Necradragons cannot escape the scan of Mr. Cat, the master of vision.

In the virtual field of vision, flashes continued, and singularities exploded one after another.From the depths of the horizon to the surface of the horizon, the branches of the Necradragon were pulled out one by one, just like the sugar particles dissolved in a cup of coffee were precisely sifted out.Those are countless ionic cloaked cats, from disorder to order, they precisely tore the Necratron into units, atoms, particles, and then swallowed by light.

Cat-like uncertain ghosts jump in the space, go round and round, bite, and disintegrate, so in the end, only a tiny gleam of the Necradragon's body remains.

A tiny awn floating on the cat's paw.

The hour of the end has come.

Mr. Cat looked at the particle in his palm, and when it was executing the final procedure, it heard a sound, a small sound.A boy's voice.

"I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air."

A slight hesitation, a hesitation of no more than a microsecond.

In an instant, the Kuroshio gathered.

A microsecond of time.

A particle swirls in the darkness of the void.It generates another subjective time scale.

So the sun and the moon rotated, a grain of dust coalesced into a nebula, and then a star burning with blazing fire.

On that star it saw many, many faces.That is the consciousness of countless intelligent beings.One hundred thousand?Is it a billion?Is it billions?or more?Countless consciousnesses rushed into its consciousness howling and crying.

We don't want to die.Fear.

fear.Death is the destruction of all.

pain.

In an instant, they were crying at the same time, shouting at each other, overlapping each other, like thunder.They are begging for it, begging for it, longing for God's salvation.Too much information, too much emotion, too much desire, like countless scattered planets in the universe.

Countless messages are superimposed, countless shouts are mixed together, and countless memories are mixed together.

Swaying in the virtual field of vision like a meteor shower.Invades the mind space like a toxin.

One microsecond of hesitation is already overwhelming.

"I said it was all within my calculations. You haven't been omniscient since the Partition."

It rises in mid-air to accompany the lost and tormented souls.

"Xiqi is a good testing ground." Necraron said, "This group of bugs has a very strong group consciousness and a natural obedience. So I arranged for a slow, life-threatening small game at first." Mutation, no one will notice any problems, when the mutation really broke out, no one can reverse it. Under the long and unsolvable mutation, under the fear of death and disease, manipulate their consciousness, let Their desire to embrace a hopeful future becomes easy, and their consciousness can be easily harvested with just a hint. But do you think I only collected the consciousness of siiki bugs? In this long time, there are too many Civilization has declined in war and plague, and too many lives have been lost meaninglessly, so I gave them the opportunity to serve a new world."

"Now, it's finally time to enable it."

The Necradragon smiled, and behind it was a quantum program woven by trillions of consciousnesses.It is the lord of all living beings with trillions of souls, and it is the heavens and worlds.

"I am different from that time. Even if you destroy yourself, you can no longer seal me."

It jumped down from mid-air, its curly black hair swaying slightly, and its jet-black eyes sparkled.Xiaozhen—the Necradragon tilted his head, "Or, you have the determination to kill me—that human, but you hesitated."

It raised its hand, and the black tide surged behind it, unstoppable.

Mr. Cat looked up at it.Its golden pupils reflected the boy's figure.In an instant, the Kuroshio swallowed it.

Nothing was left.

"The world is about to fall into my hands."

"you lose."

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Yan Zhu gasped and straightened up, he looked around.He went back to the central control room.

Duke Jill, whom he had just seen in that virtual horizon, was standing not far away, holding a cat in his arms.

"What happened just now? What happened to Xiaozhen? How long can the world last?" Yan Zhu asked.

"..." Duke Jill frowned, staring at the sleeping cat in his arms, "I'm waiting for Mr. Cat."

"Oh yes, this cat saved us just now, right?" Yan Zhu asked with some concern, "Mr. Cat will be fine."

The cat in Duke Jill's arms suddenly opened its eyes. It struggled a bit in confusion, then looked at Duke Jill and said, "Meow——"

"Uh, what is it talking about?"

"Mr. Cat is gone." Duke Jill responded with a bow.