"Retrieving solutions. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Schema retrieval failed."

As an intelligent core, the Mask Samurai can naturally feel that countless programs are rapidly getting out of his control, and although the program is just a piece of code to it, and it doesn't even count the resources it occupies, the feeling of being stripped away is still terrible.

If intelligence has a feeling, too.

As an intelligence, it naturally doesn't do useless things like yelling or madness, and in the face of programs that keep leaving its switchboard, the masked warrior is very calm and searches for solutions.

But alas, even intelligence is not omnipotent.

For example, in the early days of creation, it may not have thought about the current situation.

Kontana is also a kind of ancient language pronunciation in the country of Oz, the meaning is to turn the virtual into reality, of course, the situation is different at this time, in addition to the core sentence, it also needs a lot of stories as a foreshadowing, to fill in the story completely, a complete but not too wonderful story, the silver tongue can turn the story into reality.

But that's a bit of a mystery for the intelligent core.

The program is false, the surrounding scenes, people, conversations and thoughts in speech, and even the temperature wafting in the sky are all false, everything is controlled by the program.

But it is precisely these false things that are now getting out of its grip and transforming into real reality.

It's almost impossible.

It's like a fantasy, even the creator of the program, the artificial intelligence that is experiencing it himself, if he doesn't mobilize all the operational resources, will almost crash at this time.

Under the complete overview of the Yihuo story, the monsters that came out of the demon sealing pot are transforming from virtual to real one by one, and the intelligent core can feel that they are leaving the virtual world and stepping into the real world.

I have to say, it's a terrible feeling.

Although the intelligent core does not retrieve the solution to the problem, as the intelligent core, its biggest role is to improvise and find the most correct one among countless solution ideas.

Seeing that he couldn't stop the strange ability of Yi Huan, the core intelligence immediately changed his thinking, and all the monsters were written by it, so naturally they could be deleted.

But as soon as this thought appeared, Yi Huan seemed to turn his head as if he had a sense, and it was obviously five or six meters away, but the intelligent core seemed to feel that the other party could penetrate the entire world and directly see where his host was.

"I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry." Yi Huan looked at it and said, "Then since that's the case, we're still... See you next time. ”

Even artificial intelligence has not so good thoughts at this time.

The background program changed rapidly, and Zhang Junyun, who was still alive, disappeared in place in an instant, as if there was no trace of this world at all, but the intelligence core soon found that it was not very easy to modify those monsters.

Even, it is out of its control.

Then in the next moment, Yi Huan's voice sounded again.

"What is intertwined with reality is the unreal, and what echoes the unreal is also the real."

"The magic will run through everything and take me to the other side of the world."

"And at this moment, all the illusions in front of me will be shattered immediately."

The next moment, the world seemed to have truly entered the apocalyptic destruction, the earth was cracking, the sky was shattering, and the mirror-like scene was restored, but then it all entered a kind of overturning as if it was repeated.

Like pieces of a puzzle that have been broken, the fragments of the world are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, like dog's teeth, but what is even more bizarre is that these pieces do not affect each other, even if they occasionally collide together, they will not collapse and crash, but as if they are not in the same world and plane at all, directly penetrate the past.

There are many of these fragments, all kinds, in Edo period Japan, Yi Huan saw acquaintances on it, a miniature version of Kaye and his fellow ronins were frantically fighting in the walls of a city, and not far away Mitsuki's mirage was just raising its head.

The overturning of the ground did not affect their movements at all, and even though it was clear that the fragment had been completely reversed, their movements were still soulful, and there was no trace of falling down.

It's funny, the world is broken into countless scattered small world pieces.

Each one exists independently.

Yi Huan also saw Japan at this time period, the city under the neon lights was in a panic, full of panicked crowds and fires, but unfortunately Yi Huan couldn't see anything else under the cover of tall buildings.

And also.. Tomie.

"Oh." When he saw a new fragment, Yi Huan couldn't help but let out a low groan, it was really a nightmare situation on it, there were Tomie everywhere, and Tomoe was everywhere.

I don't know which world this is, at this time it has been completely occupied by Tomie, the ocean composed of Tomie directly spread a thick layer on the ground, with the flipping of the world fragments, from time to time some are squeezed to the edge, and then panicked to grasp the edge of the earth's crust, but in the end can only helplessly fall from the edge.

"Ah--!h

Yi Huan seemed to have heard the cries of Tomie before he died.

This is an absolute delusion.

He soon understood that these worlds were created by the intelligent core, and all the worlds were revealed at this moment, whether it was Japan in the Edo period, or Japan in this era, whether it was the ninjas, or the black ball space Gantz here.

Including Tomie, Sadako, Zhang Junyun and others, all of them are virtual projections created by the core.

"Is that really the case?" Yi Huan closed his eyes slightly.

The anomalies of this world do not exist in England, or only in a small fraction of them, and are virtual beings that have just spread to the past.

More of it is here.

Even this continent was created virtually.

But this kind of creation is not unprovoked, and can even be created out of thin air.

Even with artificial intelligence, it is very difficult to create a near-perfect world, and the kind of thing that the angels have worked so hard to send in will not be the kind of powerful artificial intelligence.

Although the angels and demons have been victorious, it is also based on their huge number of angels and demons.

As for the second world, they are also just beginning, although many things can be brought out of the second world, the second world is not omnipotent, every world is a relatively transparent existence, and most of the things in it can be understood from the stories of this world.

And the artificial intelligence in the Matrix that can create a near-perfect world is a group of machines that are so large that they almost occupy the entire earth, and it is impossible for angels to send such a huge thing in, and there is no such huge space in the second world for them to be easily placed.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for this thing in front of you to create a near-perfect world.

Even.. It may be very difficult to even create a virtual world.

Therefore, it needs to rely on a real world that already exists, and the virtual world does not appear out of thin air, I am afraid that it is extracted from the memories of Zhang Junyun and others.

Only in this way can we explain why the virtual world that has been created is also composed of plots.

That's good news.

At least Zhang Junyun and the others do exist, and they should also be free people, otherwise they can't freely enter and leave the second world, but I don't know what happened to their ontology at the moment.

Heaven and earth were reversed, as if the world was recreated, and the scene continued to flip with Yi Huan's voice.

Then the next moment, everything goes into darkness.

。。。

Rip didn't know how long he had been in the dark, but it had been long enough.

Ever since he jumped into the door of the sparkling aperture of light, darkness had enveloped him, weightlessness, coldness, and fortunately no suffocation, in general, it was almost the same as feeling in a vacuum universe.

"Hello, anyone?"

Rip had shouted this more than once, but no one responded.

Before jumping into the aperture door, Rip didn't think about this as a trap, but the time was really limited at that time, coupled with the critical situation, in fact, it didn't give him many options.

He trusts his instincts, which should be fortunate not to be a trap.

But if it really is, then Rip can only consider himself unlucky.

Anyway, he has been in and out of chaos and fierce battles since he just woke up, and he doesn't know anything at all, what can he do.

Rip had suspected that he had planted the vase-like illusion of a woman, that memory was just a memory, and now it was reality, but now he doubted it again.

Is this reality or not?

Because the missing memory could not be explained, Rip originally thought that it was just the sequelae of the hallucination, and soon, the memory would recover on its own, but now there is no trace of the memory recovery, which makes him doubt it again.

"Really..." Rip sighed.

"Anyone?"

"Gideon?"

Rip called out boredly, for some time, short or long, and then suddenly he felt the space around him loosen.

It's a wonderful feeling, as if... He just knows.

His body began to fall, accompanied by a sense of weightlessness in distance, and after a quick drop of a short distance, Rip felt himself put his feet on the ground again.

Never allow yourself to leave the confines of a spaceship of time.

Rip's mind couldn't help but think of this thought, something he had been admonished from the first day he became the Lord of Time.

Leaving the time spaceship not only means staying in the turbulence of time forever, but also drifting forever in the weightlessness of the universe, and of course, it is more likely that the oxygen will run out and then die.

The former Rip has not yet experienced it, but the latter, he has already felt quite a lot.

"Where is this?"

Calm down, Rip began to look at his surroundings again, and unsurprisingly, Rip's head had been sealed again, and he was in a closed room, completely unrecognizable that he had been drifting in the void for a long time.

"It's incredible, though. But why I'm not surprised at all. Rip spat silently.

He suspected that there was a mistake in the aperture that looked like a door, the battle was so fierce, it was possible that the owner of the door had been affected, otherwise he would not have drifted for so long to reach his destination.

Rip sorted out his useless thoughts, and then began to explore his surroundings intently.

Pulling out the tactical pistol, a beam of light immediately hit the surrounding area, illuminating the walls as if it were daylight.

"Very familiar architecture."

Looking at the pure white walls in the white striped style, Rip couldn't help but squint, he always felt that he had seen buildings like this style somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a while.

Cautiously raising his pistol, Rip slowly walked forward.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, as if the previous battles and fierce battles were far away from him in an instant, but Rip, who was experienced in acting alone, was not affected, he calmly observed his surroundings, and was wary of possible dangers.

At this time, Rip also had the leisure to pay attention to his own situation, and he saw his appearance clearly by a little light.

He's still him.

To be exact, he is still his own appearance, but he looks older, and he has not changed, nor is he dreaming.

Although he had expected it, Rip couldn't help but sigh, what the hell was going on.

Even in his many missions as the Lord of Time, Rip had never encountered such a strange thing.

And Rip also noticed that the clothes on his body had changed at some point, not the captain's suit he often wore, but a kind of trench coat that often appeared in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, the brown trench coat and the tight leather lining inside, which seemed to be acceptable.

Rip shrugged, "It's good not denim." ”

"Boom!"

There was a sudden soft sound in front of him, and Rip quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and while lowering the muzzle slightly, he slowly leaned his body towards the wall.

At this moment, he didn't seem to even breathe smoothly and couldn't hear the slightest fluctuation.

"Boom!"

There was another soft sound, and Rip narrowed his eyes reflexively, he was struggling to make out the sound, not footsteps, not the sound of fighting, there were so few clues that he could hardly hear something useful.

"Boom!"

But Rip wasn't a timid man, and he raised his guard as he slowly walked ahead.

Maybe.. The answer to all this may lie ahead.

"Boom!"

The sound was getting closer and closer to him, and Rip soon saw the light, and he immediately turned off his beam, and slowly approached through the shadows.

It was a hidden door, and that's where the sound came.

Rip slowed her breathing, lowered her pace, and slowly peered through the crack in the door.

The pure white room, stained with wanton blood, looks like the wanton graffiti of innocent children, scribbling everywhere on the walls.

Rip's pupils contracted slightly, it was blood, and he wouldn't admit it.

Then the next moment, a delicate axe instantly magnified, directly occupying his entire field of vision.

It was a pure white axe, even shining with a silver tongue, exquisite, gorgeous, and no beautiful rhetoric could describe its appearance, as if it had been taken out of a fairy tale.

It also has the appearance of a giant horse's head, which looks very much like a chess piece.

But at this moment, its axe blade was stained with a blinding scarlet, as if it was red ink full of murderous breath, and it was lifted high by its owner, and then the next moment, it fell heavily.

"Boom!" (To be continued.) )