Leg ......

For a brief moment, the gods, who didn't need to breathe to stay alive, felt suffocated.

Mirmina glared at Naretir, and she felt that something must have gone wrong with the large, spider-like "kind" in front of her—it could be a deranged individual born out of a wrong ideology, or it could be a "near-dead" who had reached the point of madness, and either way, she had better not have any further contact with this spider.

The reason for not being able to escape from this spider certainly cannot be a childlike reason such as "fewer legs than others", and Mirmina knows this very well, she is just too weak now, and she is at a disadvantage in the field-

She had split and reorganized herself too many times in order to plan today's bold move, and had been consciously controlling her "growth" since thousands of years ago, like a prisoner who relied on starving herself to get out of her cage, and her plan succeeded, but she also made herself weak, and this weakness, combined with the disadvantage on the field, made it impossible for her to leave the spider unscathed.

But she had to leave, and as soon as possible—it was a strange "thought border", where the chaotic and unformed waves of consciousness could be used to "grind off" the chains, but they could also do great harm to herself, and she could already clearly feel that her remaining power was draining, and the rate of loss was getting faster and faster.

"Listen, little spider, I must get out of here," Mirmina steadied herself as she tried to distract Naretir with conversation, "I'd be interested in talking to you if it were a different time and a different environment, but not today—please get out of the way." ”

Naretil's attitude was very stubborn: "I want to take you to see Your Majesty, he said let you go, you can go." ”

“…… That won't do," said the mist-like lady with a smile on her lips, "I can't interact with any mortal right now...... I managed to cut off contact with them......"

Narry Tille frowned suddenly, and took half a step forward to reason with the other party, but in the next second, the lady in front of her who was as huge as a clock tower suddenly changed-those rising and shrinking shadows and mist were suddenly elongated into countless ribbon-like structures, and between the grids formed by the ribbons, countless mirrors emerged from nothingness, and the mirrors reflected the confused balls of light and the dense fog in the distance, and then those balls of light and the dense fog disappeared again, and the images in the mirrors turned into twinkling starlight, Starlight was elongated and twisted into strange symbols, interfering with Naretil's judgment......

Mirrors, threads, orbs of light, smoke, starlight, symbols—these are all items or symbols that mortal mages often use when casting spells.

Naretil was stunned for a moment in the sudden chaos, but soon she reacted, and her long knobs streaked across the gray-white water, and the reflection corresponding to the mirrors appeared in the water—the upper narrator weaves false facts, and through the relationship between reflection and ontology, she reversely pollutes the battlefield created by her opponents, and this pollution is so effective that the hastily created things are shattered almost instantaneously, revealing the essence of the "legless lady".

Naretir rushed forward at once—the white spider leaping high in the air as a predator, its long arthropods crushing its head and face, but she immediately sensed that something was wrong: the arthropods gripped an unresisted mass that quickly disintegrated into a mass of flying debris that gradually dissolved into the air around her.

Is it an illusion?

Naritir reacted and immediately began to capture the other party's true traces through the ubiquitous spider silk, but in the next second, she received a chaotic and huge feedback: there was breath everywhere, and there were fragments of the energy body after the collapse of the energy body everywhere, and each of those seemingly phantasmagoric fragments was actually torn from the body - the other party actually sacrificed more than sixty percent of the "body" to arrange this layer of "smoke" in order to escape from his perception!

The white spider paddled a few times on the gray water with several long legs, but finally failed to catch any trace of the other party, and she stopped in frustration, having to accept the fact that her prey had escaped. After a few seconds of frustration, she slowly regained her movements, and began to gather away the "ashes" that had been left after the fragments had dissipated.

Those gray and black things are the only evidence and clues left after the intruders have fled, and although they are not useful results, they are at least somewhat rewarding.

As she gathered away a relatively large piece of debris, Naretir "heard" a somewhat distorted voice coming from within: "...... I borrowed your web, though that was not what you built it for...... I owe you a favor. Tell your 'Your Majesty' that one day in the future, this favor will be repaid. ”

This is the message left by the invaders.

Naretil was stunned for a moment after hearing this message, and then silently put it together with the other fragments, then she looked up and looked at the "unconscious zone" that had gradually returned to its usual state, shook her head in confusion, and muttered, "Why can you run so fast without legs......"

……

Eleven Franklin sat with the senior students of the Wizarding Department, waiting for further news in the break room of the computing center, somewhat apprehensively.

The door to the lounge was closed, and the hallway outside was silent.

Eleven, who had been to the computing center several times, knew that next door to this room was a large immersion chamber with a neat and new immersion chamber that could connect the brains of ordinary people to incredible neural networks — and he had connected it several times himself, and that the ease with which it could be used to access materials and transmit information was impressive.

He and his seniors are here today for networking — but not for fun or catch-up classes, but for the Imperial Computing Center to need an extra batch of computing power.

For Eleven, it was his duty as a member of the nobility to respond to the call of the Empire, but many of his classmates also volunteered to sign up...... This was something he hadn't thought of before.

Although he has long been accustomed to the rules that he must get along with the children of commoners on an equal footing, and he has no "aristocratic arrogance", and even has several commoner friends, this kind of thing is ...... It's the first time he's met.

He couldn't help but glance at his nearest classmate, and the big boy named Storm who was sitting next to him was one of the civilian students who took the initiative to sign up.

"Yes...... Any questions? Storm quickly noticed the gaze coming to him, and the young man, who was always a little nervous, suddenly adjusted his sitting position and asked in a low voice.

"Uh...... It's nothing," Elevenn coughed lightly, he felt that the idea that had just come to him was a little out of place, and maybe even part of aristocratic arrogance, so he immediately threw it out of his mind, "I'm just a little worried, the teachers have been following the first group in for a long time......"

"The teachers are more experienced than us, and didn't they say it before? It just takes some extra computing power, and there's no risk in itself," Storm whispered, "and the really tricky things are handled by more powerful experts." ”

"Really tricky thing...... " Eleven's face became a little gloomy and his fingers clenched together a little nervously.

The average student probably didn't know the situation until now, but he could vaguely guess something.

Today is the day when the magic network of the whole territory of the empire is connected to the grid, and most of the events that can make the teachers in the academy nervous are related to this "grid connection" - after all, those teachers are not the same as teachers in ordinary schools, they are all leaders in the academic field, and even in the various research departments directly under the Supreme Government Department.

Not long ago, he had heard a strange, faint whistling sound coming from the direction of the Magic Guiding Technology Research Institute, and when he was walking through the academy square with his classmates, he had seen that the largest magic net terminal in the square seemed to be malfunctioning, and several teachers were there to check the equipment with nervous faces, and when he was about to leave the academy for the North Shore Development Zone, he also glanced in the direction of the Magic Guiding Technology Research Institute, and he saw that the newly built hub tower seemed to be restarting, and several mages were performing flying skills, Check the magic guide device at the top of the tower......

This may point to a terrible accident, and his father, Duke of the West, Berdwin Franklin...... He is one of the leaders of this "grid-connected" project.

The more Elivan thought about it, the more nervous he became, and he even wanted to run to find a working magic net terminal right now and contact Shilin City to confirm the situation, but he himself knew how unrealistic such an idea was, so he could only sigh quietly and scratch the hem of the academy uniform a little hard.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting his thoughts: "Don't worry, it's going to be fine." ”

Elavian looked up and was surprised to see that it was the usual nervous and introverted Storm talking to him, he shook his head, wanting to say that he was worried about something else, but the other party then added: "I mean the matter of the magic net...... I know your father is the Duke of the West, and I don't think he'll be fine. ”

Eleven's eyes widened suddenly: "Why are you ......?"

He didn't expect the other party to be able to tell his mind - although the matter of the magic net being connected to the network itself is not confidential, as ordinary students who have nothing to do with this matter, they should not think of it at this time, as for this Storm, he is usually silent and even a little wooden, and he is not the type with particularly keen observation and association ability...... How did he come up with the magic web?

Storm looked at the duke's son in front of him, and after two seconds, he smiled a little reservedly: "My father is the tower keeper of Luan Hub......"

Elevenn was stunned.

Before he could speak again, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room, and after startling the students, the signature loud voice sounded: "Students, go back!" It's over! ”

Elivan and the other seniors looked at each other for a moment, and someone stood up in astonishment: "It's over...... What's the end? ”

"The incident has subsided in advance, and there is no need for more computing power," Magnum waved his hand, "Let's all go back, there will be no classes for half a day in the afternoon, and everyone will rest freely." ”

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and added: "By the way, although the incident subsided early, your voluntary registration behavior is still worthy of encouragement and commendation - I will personally add two points to your comprehensive evaluation at the end of the term." ”

The students were dazed and surprised, but the teacher's last words were understandable to everyone, and the two-point score quickly calmed down the confusion of all the students, and the students in the lounge expressed their gratitude as if they were afraid that Magnum would regret it, and then left the place without hesitation.

Elivan also stood up, ready to leave with the others, and planned to hurry to find an opportunity to check on his father's side, but he was about to go out when he heard the notoriously stern mentor shout from behind:

"Eleven, Storm, you two stop."

Elavin and Storm stayed behind confused and slightly nervous.

Magnum floated up to them like a ghost, and after glancing the two students up and down, he waved his hand and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "You're all right at home—go back quickly." ”

……

On the large holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the map of the whole empire shimmers, and the white points of light representing the effective nodes and the lines connected between the points of light crisscross each other, forming a network that is not dense, but has roughly covered the entire territory of the empire.

Fort Solin, Ten Grove City, Fort Winter, ...... The main hubs appear on the map in the form of miniature projections, and are running quietly.

All communications have been restored and all networks have been connected.

"Hubs at all levels have been successfully launched and connected to the grid...... It worked? ”

Rebecca stood on her own command podium, reporting the current situation to Gao Wen, but when the report came to the back, she couldn't help but scratch her head and drag a long voice of doubt.

Gawain still looked solemn, he looked at the holographic map in front of him, and did not say a word for a long time.

The grid connection has indeed succeeded, at least so far all the data and evidence has achieved the desired results, however...... This inexplicable success did not put him at ease.

He was waiting for further news from the neural network.

This time he didn't have to wait long - just moments after Rebecca's briefing, the small magic net terminal placed on the command podium suddenly lit up, and Duvalt's figure appeared above the terminal.

This "divine humanity" bowed to him: "Your Majesty. ”

"How's it going on Naretir?" Gawain immediately stepped forward and asked, "Did you catch the intruder?" ”

"The invaders were badly hit, but they ran anyway," Duvalt's face showed a look of regret and frustration, "Naretir only brought back some 'debris' that were difficult to analyze......

"Ran away?" Gao Wen immediately frowned, and while his heart sank, he subconsciously asked, "What is that intruder?" Can you see the ontology and its origin? ”

"Yes......" Duvalt had barely said a syllable when his figure suddenly flickered in distraction, and then he was pushed aside, and Naretir squeezed past him.

"It's a legless woman," Naritir gestured with a gesture that no one could understand, and said something that no one else could understand, "running faster than anyone else......

Gawain: "??? ”