The sandstorm came in front of you, and now no one thinks that it is a simple picture, and it is not.

Sandstorms are a more accurate description of objective images, but the results of people's perception of the external world are more or less different. Especially when the sand grains that fly out pass through the magneto-optical door built by the flesh skeleton and come into direct contact with the outside world...... Everything in front of people's eyes has become potholes and mutilations.

The shores of the wasteland lake, which had just been dyed and tended to be real, suddenly became full of holes, and had nothing to do with the impressions that people were accustomed to—those holes were the remnants of the void that carried the real thing being pierced and annihilated.

It's hard to describe and beyond the reach of most people's current experience, but the fate of the wild donkeys that flock to the lake is more straightforward.

The Void Mutation covered the front end of the lakeside, and it was in this area that these unlucky guys were in this area.

Dozens of sturdy wild donkeys, almost unconscious, opened countless flesh holes on their bodies, and they didn't even make a few screams. Even some of them are still ignorant, approaching the water's edge and bowing their heads to drink.

In the process, under the force of deep distortion, their flesh and blood cracked, their bodies collapsed, and they smashed into the water, splashing a series of bloody water.

This scene happened in front of the hundreds of billionaires, experts and security personnel who were forced to "get on the ship".

It's really close!

The splatters of flesh mixed with strong wind and salt water, forming a wave of dirty and dark fog, which hit the faces of the people in the front row.

The screams could no longer be raised, but someone fainted straight, brought down the tables, chairs and tableware, and the place where they fell was already in the lake and mud.

Well, the "broken ship" basically docked. The "appearance" of the original giant ship exhibition hall has completely become nothingness, and the natural sky has replaced the brilliant lights of the venue.

The south-central plateau of the Old World, more than 12,000 kilometers away from the Emerald Light, has a time difference of six or seven hours, and it is only about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, even if the sky is cloudy, it is still daytime.

Under the light of the sky, Ronan's figure seemed a little empty and transparent. At this time, he was in the pothole-twisted void area, and he was also beside the blood-stained lakeshore, in fact, the most accurate location was at the entrance of the dark and sunken world that was rolling in the sandstorm, in front of the demonic portal supported by a flesh and blood skeleton and built with magneto-electric fire.

The portal was still expanding, and the light was gradually entering. Or the original light inside seeps out, building a new curtain wall for Ronan, and it is gradually penetrating and has a more definite sense of space.

Because of these lights, a spatial section in the field of vision is formed, allowing people to see that the equipment on the original booth has been entered first, and it seems that there is a proper arrangement - this is indeed the most appropriate area for placing the equipment, and it is a more suitable "site" than the booth of the auction house.

It's just that the situation is so urgent that the explosion makes the vast majority of people not care about these details at all. They only know that although the "broken ship" has "docked", it is still moving forward, and it is no longer riding the current...... In fact, never, not at all! God knows how they got over and how they will continue!

Even they don't know if they bumped into it, or if they pressed it from the other side!

All they knew was that if they continued like this, a bunch of people would crash into the terrifying sandstorm behind the magneto-optical portal, and that they would end up like a herd of wild asses strewn with corpses, or rotten meat mixed with the mud and water.

"Stop, stop!" Someone screamed like that.

"Sorry, there was a bit of an accident." Ronan, as the driver, finally showed his considerate side, and he smiled, "Before, the sealing level here was barely acceptable, but now it is mostly the impact of the aftermath of the latest battle. But then again, isn't it more intuitive now? ”

In the eyes of the participants who had already "landed", Ronan's ethereal shadow became more blurred, as if it was a remote projection of an outsider.

It's so ironic that this situation is so ironic!

Obviously, Ronan didn't care what they thought, and he stood in the center of the new "live booth" and instead came to talk: "You can imagine the situation behind the door as the collision of two planes. The lab is at the point where space-time collides. The specific direction of research is naturally the question of what kind of space-time structure is on the opposite side and the space-time structure itself.

"What was sprayed just now is a space-time debris caused by a collision or some other reason...... You just have an impression, this is a very important place, just please take a look, if you really want to send you in, it may cause greater time and space disturbance, I am really reluctant. Ronan's words made some people's hearts feel relieved, and at this time, the demonic portal behind Ronan had clearly expanded to the limit, and began to slowly retract, and the amplitude was quite large.

This change has burned the flame of hope in people's hearts. Those who were bold tried to communicate, shouting loudly: "Mr. Luo, Boss Luo, we already know that we are wrong, we ......"

Without waiting for this sound to form a scale, Ronan laughed again, his gaze did not turn to this side, did not point to anyone, but there was a subtle sense of dislocation, he seemed to say something, but his voice was weak, and none of the people present could hear it clearly.

Someone became angry, not to Ronan, but to the chaotic "companions": "Boss Luo wants to speak, you all shut up!" ”

This is Low's attitude, but in this situation, it is really useful, a large number of people really shut up, and then led other people, everyone.

...... in the venue Oh, and now on the edge of the saltwater lake of the blood-stained plateau, a group of people are as quiet as chickens.

But when everyone's eyes were cast to the front, to the location of Ronan's phantom. First they saw the portal close, and then, the shadow that held all their hatred, fear, and hope, vanished in the light of day.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and the people's eyes were staring, hoping for only a temporary fluctuation, but there was no change that met their expectations, never the whole time.

There were a few screams and curses, but they were soon forcibly pressed down by the people around them.

On the one hand, there is a strong wind in the wilderness, which brings a faint roar of beasts, and on the other hand, and more importantly, although there is no shadow of Ronan in front of it, it is almost completely reduced to a pure wilderness scene, but there is still some kind of unnatural scene:

The chaotic magneto-electric fire still fluttered disorderly among the remains of the Horned Demon, seemingly extinguishing at any moment, but it was still there.

This flickering electric fire, even if it was faint, still pulled them with some throbbing force, like a noose, passing through everyone's viscera and even the depths of their souls, tightening more and more.

Silence returned to the shore of the lake, but the wind and roar grew louder and louder, and at last there were people, perhaps the cowardly, perhaps the innocent...... Cry out loud.

"I'm a little embarrassed to be honest."

Ronan stood on the booth, still speaking in a eloquent tone, and the sound waves in the empty and empty hall had already aroused echoes: "It's really limited in ability, I want to bring more to the past, but I can't do it; It's hard to make a round trip, so be it. ”

In this way, Ronan faced the empty meeting hall and reached out to make a gesture of shaking it, and really did not mention anything.

The curtain wall behind him is still faithfully reflecting the picture of the plateau lakeside, but with the conclusion of "so be it", the picture gradually fades back to the style of sand sketching with powder lines, and then, as if it has been wiped away by an invisible rag, until it returns to nothingness.

As the last traces were erased, the instant mapping of 12,000 kilometers away was interrupted, as if it had been completely forgotten in his mind because it was the control of Ronan's consciousness.

At this time, or perhaps a little earlier, all of the transcendent thoughts on the Emerald Light pierced the hall in almost no particular order, wandering the empty halls, but not catching any additional traces of presence.

Almost everyone wanted to communicate with Ronan, but in such a special situation, they ended up having nothing to say.

Abner was one of the first transcendents to abandon his plan to "communicate in advance", also because now his phone has been blown up.

When the real-time signal of the auction site transmitted the situation beyond common sense to the eyes of all relevant people around the world through a number of hidden lines, the situation has exploded. Abner remained silent, and Romanus was in charge of answering the mode, which lasted less than half a minute, before it was blown up by the real high-ranking archons of the real world.

Abner's status is no less than that of anyone else, but that doesn't mean that he can refuse to communicate when he is "on the spot".

Not only Abner, but even the nearby Constance, Star Witch, and it is conceivable that there are also Black Lion, Wang Yong and others, all of whom don't want to escape.

But even if Abner answered the phone, what was the point? What can he explain? What can be promised? What does it mean? It's just a cushion in this rare, global high-level emotional hustle.

Abner was trapped, giving Romanus a little bit of air, but it wasn't for him to catch his breath. There's only so much more he has to do now.

He grabbed Xingwu, who had just dealt with a round of calls: "You contact Qiu Wanshan, and I will contact Anton Sheng...... No, Connie, it's better for you to come, and the Weir City side. I contacted the Star Union Committee to apply for the mobilization of the Aerospace Force's rescue spaceship. ”

Because the living conditions in the plateau area are too cruel to build a super-large city, there is a no-man's land with an area of tens of square kilometers near that area.

Romanus can only expand a little further, Qiu Wanshan and Anton Shengfen are extraordinary species sitting in Ancheng and Spring City, and their power can radiate to the plateau area. Although there is no transcendent species in the city, it is even closer in terms of distance, and there may be a team that can support nearby. Coupled with the rescue spaceship of the Star Linkage Committee, this is already all the rescue forces that can be mobilized in a short period of time.

In any case, it will always be impossible for that group of billionaires worth more than 100 billion or trillion to be wiped out in the wilderness in such a way.

No sane consul on earth would allow it!

"Lao Qiu is a good envoy, but are you sure that there won't be any more moths?" Star Witch, who had completed the assigned task, spit out a groove at the right time, and tapped the screen remotely with his chin, "This gentleman who reverses time and space, is there still an end?" ”

As Xingwu said, at the auction site, which has completely lost its meaning, on the shattered and empty original booth, Ronan spent a minute or two adjusting, and the "cleaned" curtain wall at the back end of the curtain wall actually showed new pictures.

No, it's not new, it's a small "reincarnation" - Ronan's earliest map of the world in the Pacific has been represented, with two dots representing the Emerald Light and the shore of the plateau lake, and a connecting line between the two points, representing a length of 12,000 kilometers.

Ronan coughed lightly, facing the empty venue, and of course, the shots of those who worked diligently - thanks to contemporary technology, there was no need for on-site photography, rocker arms or something.

He obviously wanted to speak, and to whom did he say it?

In a few breaths, new markings were added to the world map, this time much more. Those who have a little understanding of the geography of the contemporary world will immediately know that the vast majority of the signs are distributed in major cities, some have only one, some have two or three, four or five, and those with more signs are still crowded together because the scale is too small.

The meaning of it, but if you think about it one or two more layers, it is enough to make many people with a heart change color in shock.

Abner cut off the line of one of the "consuls", scanning the signs, ignoring the concentration of the major cities, and finally focusing on the ocean areas far away from the cities and even the continental plates.

"Mu Zhengye is in Ticheng?"

"It looks like he's back on his island."

"Ask if he's there?"

Romanus responded, but before he could make a move, Abner shook his head at him, and at the same time connected the communication: "Mou Dong, your vacation is too long, and the location is too monotonous. ”

The Dead Witch sneered in the void: "At this time, I still have a tone and a bird." ”

Abner's face did not change, and he had a brief exchange with Mu Zhengye on the other side, and then hung up and confirmed the authenticity of Romanus's intelligence: "He went back at noon today, and he had been watching the live broadcast before." ”

There was deathly silence in the room again.

Speaking of which, Ronan's water vapor fake body is becoming more and more blurry and transparent in the highlights laid down here, which makes people understand that the previous means of distorting the distance of time and space must have had considerable losses.

But so what? Holding Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea is either or can't, which is a fundamental difference.

He faced the camera like this, organized his language in a casual manner, and said, "Thank you to all of you who are still paying attention." We are scattered, but thanks to modern technology, I can communicate with you without hindrance.

"In this situation, there is no need to say too much. But I thought before: you are experts in doing business and making money; Reversing time and space, I'm good at it. The problem is that the two fields are too far apart, and it is inevitable that chickens and ducks will be tired of talking. Therefore, some things still have to be spread out to avoid misjudgment and avoid pretending to be stupid.

"Of course, it would be better if we could find a resonance point. I think I've found one: but all people in the world tend to live and avoid death, and so do I. The difference is that everyone does things more conveniently than me, and the precedent is proven.

"Above."

Ronan bowed to the camera and truly completed a middle school student-style speech.

After a second, the world map on the curtain wall was erased again, along with Ronan's water vapor dummy body. The venue was literally empty.

The live broadcast equipment is still working diligently, but what it is facing and spreading is only emptiness, and the rapid expansion and spread of emptiness is so that it is impossible to avoid the hideous power.