When Zhang Yingying bypassed that dangerous stretch of coastline, threw away her jet ski, and came to Ronan's side panting slightly, Zeolite Beach, a well-known high-end private resort beach in Ticheng, had been completely unrecognizable.

In the most cutting-edge area, the dark blue walker experimental machine controlled by Shi Xin and Meng Chong, who was almost burning, were hugging and falling on the top of the bull.

Originally, both sides were warriors, especially Meng Chong, who was also a well-known physical powerhouse, but at the moment, they did not have any exquisite combat skills at all, only the most primitive wrestling collision.

Even so, it erupted with a violent energy that shook the beach, flying sand and rocks, obscuring the sky and the sun.

And on Zhang Yingying's side, especially when she looked at the beach from the perspective of Ronan's area, she couldn't help but feel similar to someone before:

Is it a chess piece sand table, or is it a war chess game?

Everyone on the beach is like chess, there is no subjective initiative, just Ronan sets up the formation, each in his own position, moves little by little, and puts a move to count the ball......

Ronan seems to be still thinking about the next move, and there is no next move.

Zhang Yingying didn't have time to think about it, she didn't work hard to come around to see the excitement, but received a summons from His Majesty the Martial Emperor and came to report the news:

"The boss is afraid of disturbing you, let me tell you, most of the others are still interesting, and she will also help you watch. You take control of the situation yourself, don't be too aggressive, don't let some people take the pace. ”

"Someone?" Ronan also has a rough idea of the flow and change of the abyss, but I really don't know which ones they are.

"Well, some are fine, but some are restless......"

Halfway through the words, I don't know if it was His Majesty the Martial Emperor warning from the air, she stuck out her tongue and didn't say any more. But he couldn't bear it for a few seconds, and still actively hinted:

"It's just a few of the square films."

"Slice?"

Ronan originally understood quite well, but as a result, Zhang Yingying was really confused.

"You're behind the times...... Forget it, look back and say, don't be distracted! ”

Ronan stopped talking, just nodded slightly.

To say that he basically has a score in his heart, compared to the time in Xia Cheng, today's heavyweight observers are already quite polite. Or, Ronan is basically to the point of not being surprised at this level?

His Majesty the Martial Emperor reminded him in a timely manner, Ronan controlled it well, and most importantly, the sand table that continued to be transformed, as well as the chess pieces that had been trained for several hours, gradually had the prototype of the three-way confrontation he needed.

Ronan was originally pursuing a relatively closed time structure, and once the basic form was in the right direction, it naturally presented the effect of the void distortion and closure. For those who are curious or have bad intentions, there is a certain shielding effect.

At a time when the "cage" theory is becoming popular, the mental level of forcible snooping and contact, and saying "sexual harassment", has a considerable theoretical basis.

Similar thoughts flashed and were quickly suppressed.

Ronan continued to stare at the sand table ahead.

While the vast majority of people are still attracted by the "wrestling" on the beach front, they do not know that the real main body of confrontation is the invisible domain structure on the beach and the fog that has begun to swell and disperse on the sea.

Although the impact force of the "Hell Tyrant" represented by Meng Chong is still a bit specious, at this stage, it still completes the oppressive task well, like a heavy hammer, smashing the originally loose domain structure into deformation

, but also stronger.

So much so that these people on the beach finally had a little bit of the posture of the "war field", and Ronan took advantage of the situation to glue with a divider and bless it with a partial fantasy mimetic configuration, making it more and more in line with the basic form of the relay station of the dream.

As for the "mica" constructed by the outer sea fog, it is undoubtedly far worse than its real body. It is this gap that leads to the collision of the two, and there is a serious deviation from the appearance in Ronan's memory.

But it doesn't matter, only when deviations are found, it is easy to start correcting.

At this time, Ronan felt that the difficulty of the work had decreased.

In his opinion, the previous preparation work is like making proofs and building models, as if it is the last big question on the math exam paper.

And now, after all, there is a basic framework to refer to, and there are some plausible answers to choose from, similar to a choice fill-in-the-blank question, of course, to save a lot of brains. Even if you make a mistake for a while, it's nothing, and no one deducts points, at most one of them collapses, and you just have to start all over again.

And it's a bit like the situation in the fog maze, similar to the piece puzzle work, Ronan is even more familiar.

With the computing power that Ronan is now mobilizing, the speed of advancement is quite fast, and he has a clearer understanding of the basic configuration outline of mica.

Of course, it is impossible to do it in one step, and Ronan has never had such an extravagant hope, he just wants to consolidate the foundation a little more, no longer a big and "full simulation", but a real jump.

From the relatively simple saturated water vapor structure of the material layer, that step is taken to the life layer......

Ahem, obviously overthinking.

He is also very satisfied with the fact that he does not need to act on the material state in real terms, and can simply "pseudo-jump" at the configuration level, and he is also very satisfied with the stable matrix simulation configuration that can stand the test of stupid sand.

Could it be that you really expect to create a magneto-optical mica!

With such a standard, Ronan felt that it seemed that he was not too far from achieving his goal, and he felt this way.

It's a little bit, a little bit......

The leap is a qualitative change, just "a little bit", which may require a much larger accumulation than the previous one, and may even have to be completely overturned and restarted.

However, Ronan has a strong hunch, an intuition based on a solid configuration design, which may be regarded as the "spirituality" that the "fantasy school" values very much:

There should be nothing wrong with the direction, just a little!

Then do a little more solid work.

Zhang Yingying next to her squinted her eyes, half-covered her palms in front of her forehead, blocking the surging whirlwind and sand, and trying to lock the position of "pro-son", she was inevitably worried.

The only thing that reassures her is that the "chess pieces" on the sand table now, except for the two at the very front, are honestly staying in place as the background, so as not to step on the stupid sand.

But what will happen next, she doesn't know.

Zhang Yingying turned her head to ask, but pressed it again, for fear of causing interference - at this time, Ronan felt like a focused conductor, in the empty air, flicking his fingers and rocking his arm, the amplitude was not large, very restrained, very calm, but it was too much more invested than the posture of a cold bystander earlier.

I don't see the corresponding change on the sand table, but ......

Zhang Yingying frowned and looked up at the sky:

It's cloudy.

The sun, which was barely able to penetrate the fog clouds and show some presence, completely disappeared behind the clouds after a round of flying sand and rocks just now...... that

Indeed, the boundaries and divisions of the clouds are now almost invisible, except for a gloomy leaden gray.

Zhang Yingying can also feel that the humidity in the atmosphere has increased significantly, and the air pressure is also decreasing. This should be a process of continuous development, but it has been suppressed by the momentum of the wind and sand earlier, and it is only barely reflected now.

And these are not the main ones, Zhang Yingying found that the most critical factors in this series of changes are:

"Thunder?" She murmured, as the shock in the atmosphere was too faint for her to be sure, perhaps it was delusional.

"Oh, delusional."

"Rub!"

Zhang Yingying was taken aback, she didn't expect that at this time, Ronan could still hear her talking to herself, and chatting with her: "Don't be distracted, you!" ”

"It's okay, I'm pretty focused. Also, there are times when the atmosphere is fragile. ”

"Huh?"

Ronan smiled, continuing his previous movements, looking really relaxed, and after a few seconds, he even pursed his lips and whistled.

He was obviously not very skillful, and his voice was a little broken at first, but his extraordinary physical control helped him quickly find the right way, and the whistle became clearer and clearer, and then it was struck together with the turbulent wind and sand, so that it was extremely agitated, which was quite suitable for the current situation on the beach.

But the tone that gradually turns longer and lower in the back seems to be a little empty and desolate.

This guy is in a good mood...... Ha?

Zhang Yingying didn't know what to use to describe it for a while, when she whistled, she should be in a relaxed state of mind and in a good mood, but she couldn't experience a similar feeling.

"The melody is good, what song? Sister Mo Ya's new song? Zhang Yingying quietly used the function of listening to music and recognizing music, but there was no gain.

"Whatever you want." Ronan also paused and replied, he didn't even know how to hum...... It's "blowing" out.

Well, it's Wei Suyi's song, the song "Red Wheel", obviously he was infected by Liang Lu.

Liang Lu is focused on his work, and when he is in a good mood, he will do this.

Ronan didn't like it at first, and in his opinion, the music was a source of other thoughts and interfered with normal work.

However, Liang Lu Zhenzhen has the words, saying that the creation school is best at precise co-ordination, dividing brain regions, and dealing with parallel tasks, it needs a buffer or metronome to effectively plan the rhythm of the task.

Anyway, there is sufficient theoretical support.

Ronan didn't comment at the time, but now, he suddenly felt ......

Not bad.

He looked for a feeling, and pursed his lips and blew out, a song that he still didn't understand the meaning of the words.

In this ear-catching but still unfamiliar tone, he really felt like he was returning to the relay station in a trance, in his own station, in that closed but unexpectedly fulfilling environment, facing countless broken machines, and also next to interesting and reliable comrades, so that the broken can be brought to rest, and the damaged can be reassembled and refurbished......

Everything is familiar, fluid, and not boring, as if you could keep going until you get the whole base up and running!

Well, in reality there is no such station, that kind of base...... Even the comrades-in-arms seem to be just a nihilistic code refactoring.

But at this moment, in front of Ronan's eyes, there are indeed countless invisible structures, slowly changing and coordinating, making a wonderful force faintly arise.

Even though there are still many dissonances in them, the invisible structures rub against each other, swooping and vibrating, until the noise is mixed and gloomy and dark.