The construction machine climbs on a huge torso like an ant, patching together wires, metal and non-metal, a structure like a muscle, a structure like a nerve, a structure like skin, and one unit after another is aggregated into a built-in device like an organ, which in turn is connected in parallel and series with each other to form a monolithic structure with a gap of at most one meter wide. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Then, more sparks appeared, the gray mist was sucked into the tube, flowing like blood, and the strange and complex circuit went from corner to corner, from different angles, it was difficult to think of what it would look like when looking at it from another angle.

The phenomenon of light is created in the loop, and then submerged in the shadow of the huge structure, which is like a labyrinth inside, but there is no place for people to stay, and a large number of straight lines form sharp edges and corners, like piercing from all directions. The same strange symbols are engraved on these punctures, and the radioactive power is released from the edges and corners, resonating with another radioactive force released by the other edges, and the breathtakingly beautiful flow slowly moves in the twisted air.

It's all in motion, but these complex, delicate or huge changes form a whole that never seems to change.

This is Sha, this is a huge area, this is a behemoth that seems imaginable, but beyond the capabilities of human technology. It's like a monster, and even if it's placed in a lot of weird and rampant ruling areas, it's one of the weirdest ones. You don't need to look at it closely, you just need to see its outline, and it's enough to shock people's hearts and make people exclaim, "What the hell is this?" And from this comes an unprecedented fear — the fear that arises as if in the imagination and the possession of something beyond imagination, from the known to the unknown.

No one can be indifferent to its contours and grotesques, determined by the narrow horizon of human beings, their hearts, and their poor knowledge and imagination. It is more touching than a person who was born and raised in a city with a harsh climate, full of sand and pollutants, and once he goes to the natural plateau and looks at the endless blue sky and the vast scenery full of game, but this touch does not produce a good mood because of the good scenery, but in every sense favors the bad side.

It's enough to make one think that this is the worst monster they have ever known, the most terrible monster, the most grotesque thing that they absolutely don't want to appear. It is enough to awaken the worst secrets that lurk in the depths of people's hearts, and almost all the shocks come from this. If you want to resist the worst feelings of the self awakened from the depths of your consciousness, you don't know theoretically that all these idealism can be done, and all those who don't admit that they are bad will be infected at the first time and become ugly things crawling under their feet. A firm heart is not enough to resist, because no one can be sure how firm it must be to be "firm enough".

People who haven't tried it, who haven't seen it, can never imagine why they became a person who thinks they are not like that because of their existence. Suppose, a perfect person, who is physically and mentally faultless, who has no paradoxes in life and society, or who is relativistic wrong, is probably adapted to the great sense of oppression that comes from the depths of the self.

However, there are no such people in this world. Whether it has mystical power or not, whether it has any theoretical vision, or whether it has a certain philosophy from life, whether it is ordinary or non-human, whether it is human or non-human, as long as it still has a little bit of human nature, or some other habit formed by the social structure, it is impossible to achieve that degree.

In a sense, this behemoth can even be seen as a weapon designed for the attribute of "sociality", for those who cannot escape the shackles of sociality, and who naturally possess sociality. It is not enough to comprehend, and it is impossible to be completely unaffected if it cannot be truly broken, or if it does not possess the nature of existence to which it is directed.

This is a terrible thing, and the will to create it, or rather, the thing itself, is already destined to be incomprehensible to social beings like "humans".

It was, is, and will have a name, a title, and a code name: Sha.

The current "Sha" is different from what her acquaintances knew in the past, and the point is not that life is fundamentally different, but a completely different subversive.

Sha's structure grew to thousands of meters in a very short time, and two-thirds of it was buried in non-piped areas, buried in what looked like soil, what looked like metal, what looked like non-metal, what seemed soft or hard, like earth. Of course, there is no such thing as "dirt" in the sense of common sense in the ruling bureau.

She looks like a mothballed statue.

Even so, the silhouette of the construct's body is imbued with feminine features, although, in many respects, it no longer looks like a human form than a physical life. The growing size of the massive building machine is creating some kind of invisible force to absorb the gray fog that has invaded the underground pipe network, and the strange phenomena that the gray fog produces that kill people, only those that have been alienated into flesh and blood can contend with one or two.

Massive beings oppress every thing around them in terms of physical rules and spiritual consciousness at the same time. The phenomenon that erupted from this being, for a certain period of time, was even much stranger and more numerous than the strange phenomenon that was born naturally in the gray mist.

Becoming like this, Sha can no longer be called a human. Perhaps when the whole body was prosthetic, it still retained some of its human characteristics ideologically, but now these qualities have been lost in such a radical change. Just like Father Edward's Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine in disguise, the worst and most powerful in disguise, the "One of All Things".

Now, the real and complete monster born in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau is no longer just a witch Jiang who was sealed in the body of the Nameless Son, no longer only the perverted flesh Father Edward, but also a Sha.

Sha's newly constructed super-massive constructural body based on experimental ideas had the greatest efficiency she had ever experienced, but at the cost of being unable to move anymore, at least until the super-massive construct's body collapsed, her self-existence perception felt as if she was imprisoned in this massive prison, and her body was firmly locked into this area of underground pipes, or rather, was merging with this massive area of underground pipes.

She felt like she was becoming a self-consciousness of a part of the Ruling Bureau, and she felt that she had the ability to separate this part of her avatar from the entire Ruling Bureau ruins and become a separate temporary data hedge space.

Without anyone noticing, Sha is evolving into a nascent Valpurgis night.

No one knows whether this is lucky or unlucky, but in general, it is unfortunate, because Sha does not want to become like this, just as Father Edward did not become like that, only "Jiang" will take the initiative to change, however, in that terrible invisible doomsday footsteps to destroy everything, there are many things that do not want to do in a situation of last resort, and many things that should not be done at least in such a situation with a high probability of getting out of control will be completed by chance. Or on the road to completion. These unavoidable changes, which seem to be able to temporarily retain or temporarily expand advantages, have been proven by the personal experience of mysterious experts in the past, and they are definitely not final, changes for the better.

There is only hope that the seemingly good change will end abruptly because of some deviation before the seemingly good change can achieve the doomed bad result - in this sense, any person or non-human who is forced to change is hopelessly incorrigible from the moment of change, it is like a long sloping ice track, from which there is nothing to cling to, no external obstacles, and so on all the way down into the abyss that even he cannot estimate.

The prospect of malice that can be felt even by myself as a result of this change is equally frightening.

Sha was in the midst of change, when she was forced to say goodbye to her past self—of course, it was still in the illusion that she was still her past self, that she and her former self were necessarily in a straight line, not a complete distortion, that her present self had become irrelevant to her past self—she heard strange voices, like many people talking in a closed and small environment, buzzing and irritating; It was as if from a black hole-like space, a completely distorted moan; Like a song, like some kind of beastly roar, it is impossible to discern whether there are more people or more non-people; From time to time, there was a sharp, flute-like sound that came from a place where there was no time and space, no horizon, full of madness, irritability, and fear.

When she heard, she smelled it, and at the same time seemed to see it, she had no facial features, but she still had the five senses she had when she was human, and this feeling echoed in her feelings like the phantom pain of a stump. Let her see more things that are more indistinguishable from real and imaginary: sometimes swirling swirling swirls, sometimes triangular symbols, sometimes rectangles and rectangles overlapping, sometimes countless circles, sometimes commas arranged together in some way. Among them, the most memorable thing for her was the symbol that always represented the "Demon Pattern Emissary": there were five prisms that made up the symbol, which was the highest number of magic patterns that the most complete Demon Pattern Emissary in her memory had, but even it was the first time she had seen the magic pattern composed of five prisms.

When a prism is formed, the magic pattern resembles an eye; When there are two prisms, the magic pattern resembles wings; When there are three magic patterns, the magic patterns look like some kind of creature that can't see the torso clearly, but has wings and tails; In a special way, it was as if the three half-magic patterns of Father Sissen, as she knew, were like the strange creature with a head; Then there are the four magic patterns that I have seen in my memory when the Ruling Bureau was still in existence, and it was a cross; Theoretically, but in Sha's memory, the five magic patterns that are purely strange talk have never been described as what it looks like, and now she finally knows that the structure of the five prismatic magic patterns gives people the feeling of being three-dimensional, even if it is presented in a flat way, it will give people a three-dimensional feeling, and it is in motion, not as calm as when the magic patterns of the following levels are used, as if it must be driven by the will to be active.

The five prismatic patterns of magic form a symbol full of movement and physical strength, but no one can describe this symbol, it is just a feeling, a kind of complex meaning that can be perceived in the dark. It can be described as an equilateral triangle with one side missing, and each side is made up of prismatic shapes. The feeling of deficiency is very obvious, and it will make anyone with a little obsessive-compulsive disorder restless and desperate to fill that side, but no matter how to add it or how to supplement it, it is redundant, incongruous, and makes people feel even more incomplete.

For Sha at this time, the biggest secret of this symbol is that a side is lost, and the lost edge is enough to enable any intelligent life to exert some kind of extended thinking from the perspective of reason or emotion, or both, to be attracted, to reach an elusive situation, to touch the indescribable in that situation. Even, if you feel it, you can hear the whispers more clearly, see the hallucination, and recognize the existence of the indescribable.

Sha was also attracted to it, because even though she was very different from people, she was still a living being who was wise, able to think and good at thinking, and could not give up thinking when faced with something thought-provoking. So she vaguely heard, saw, felt, something lurking—something that could not be described in terms of size or size, nor in terms of where it existed, but it was far away from what was outside it, but it was also very close, and its proximity sometimes made people feel that it was within themselves, from the point of view of matter to the mind, and even more so that it was part of the empty and vast concepts that constituted one's life, soul, self-knowledge, spiritual consciousness, and so on.