Chapter 12: The Flame of the Church (2)

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts as if it's being torn outward by countless tremendous forces! It's anyone! It's anyone. Anyway, come and save me!

The saint, Elannu, roared inwardly. No, I should say that she is a former saint. Or the rare, infamous Great*, Elenu.

Before today, the most tragic end she could imagine for herself was to become the plaything of a man or a group of men. A woman like her is qualified. So, on the other hand, she sees this as an opportunity to make a possible comeback. After all, she's always relied on this way to get around.

However, just now, the man with a strange smile under the silver mask shattered Irennu's imagination so far. The man was also coveting her body, but with an eye on a territory she had never known before. Now, Irenu finally knows: it turns out that there really is a hell in this world where life is worse than death.

What the man, the man who called himself Moriarty, did to her, Irenu no longer had the energy to care, and the only thing she wanted to know now was if there was anyone who could free her.

She wanted to ask for help, but when she opened her mouth, she unconsciously let out a roar that was very different from the word "word": "Woohoo! woohoo......"

The roar of a down-and-out mad woman is terrifying, but it is only a little bit. But what if it's a monster?

Yes, the present Irenu is a monster! If I had to describe it, it would be "Harpye", a monster commonly known as the "Harpy" in Greek mythology.

Elennu who escaped from the dungeon was naked, but not really naked. Because the gray-white thick feathers covered her whole body in patches.

And most of the immature skin she used to be proud of has turned into a reptile-like scale armor. The hands and feet are no longer called hands and feet, but claws, a pair of long sword-like nails, twisted and ugly, and it is impossible to tell which is the hand and which is the toe claw of the foot.

The most touching and terrifying thing is the pair of huge wings born from her back. It's an organ she's never had, so she can't control it at all, and she doesn't even have the concept of it.

As she runs, she often accidentally crashes a pair of large wings into buildings, causing debris to fly in a roar, making it look like a deliberate destroyer. The resulting imbalance also makes the way she walks more and more crazy.

So when she roared at the crowd, there was only one reaction left for anyone - to run in panic amid the screams.

Sadly, Elenu is completely unaware of her own state. In her opinion, the crowd fled not because of a monster, but because of her. This irritated her.

Why do you want to run away? Why don't you come and save me! I am a saint! O saint! Traitor! You are all traitors! I will burn you all at the stake!

As soon as she thought of this, Elennu felt a current of heat surging up from the bottom of her heart, making her stomach torment unbearable. So, she could only uncontrollably spit this hot stream out of her mouth, again and again.

"Bang!......"

Silvery-white beams of light tore through the air and struck all parts of the courtyard indiscriminately, inspiring a loud roar that left behind clusters of flames that soared into the sky. In the attack, even the damaged parts of the building were reduced to a puff of light chips, let alone people?

Men and women, young and old, countless figures were wiped out one after another, and Irenu began a frenzied slaughter.

However, there are still people who applaud it.

"Bang Bang ......"

From the top of the tower overlooking the courtyard, Moriarty, the initiator, clapped his hands excitedly and shouted "bravo" as if he were watching a wonderful play.

As the saying goes, things gather by like, and people are grouped. Among his companions, except for Jack, who was never smiling, Medea and Hassan all had satisfied smiles. They watched the play wonderfully, and they couldn't help but admire the producer.

"What a man who dares to call himself 'Moriarty'!" Hassan said Moriarty, complimenting him instead, "What a spectacular spectacle." It's worth the price for me to follow you, Professor!"

"Of course. Medea chimed in, "How can the man chosen by Miss Ben be so successful, but seriously, how can you be so sure that this woman will succeed when so many subjects have failed?"

"Because ......," Moriarty, who stopped clapping, briefly glanced at Medea, who was leaning against the pillar, and smiled eerily, "She's a *." ”

"Huh?" Medea rightfully stunned.

"Ahh ”

"Really?" Moriarty didn't get angry, but turned around and explained patiently. He then asked, "Do you know what the nature of this world is?"

......

The two talkative companions were suddenly speechless. In the midst of this, Medea immediately showed an unhappy expression and asked, "Do you want to discuss philosophical issues with us?"

"Huh. Moriarty smiled and shook his head, "Unfortunately, this isn't the kind of lofty question and answer you might expect." The answer is so simple that it's even a little crude. What is the nature of this world? It's code. ”

If the virtual game world is to say that the cornerstone of it is naturally code. That's a very untechnical answer. So much so that neither Medea nor Hassan believed that this could come from the mouth of Moriarty, who liked to play tricks. They were stunned by this.

But behind the simple things lies a much more complex truth than it seems at first glance.

Moriarty began to formalize his thinking: "Every grass, every brick, even the body of the data model we use now." Everything in this world is, to put it bluntly, just a bunch of code. Then, the communication between things and things, and between things and people, in the final analysis, is nothing more than the exchange of data. It sounds like water blends with water, but in fact it is water and oil together. Water is water, oil is oil, and there is absolutely no such thing as water and oil. The code of each thing has a fire wall that can be called a 'personality', and the result of data exchange is always the data of the exporter being digested by the receiver. As a result, things are still the same, and this exchange does not change the essence of things. But I found an exception. ”

"*?" Medea asked tentatively, "It shouldn't be this," but was surprisingly correct.

"Correct!" exclaimed Moriarty, "at the heart of this wonderful world, there is an attempt that no artificial intelligence has ever done to reproduce the act of reproduction." For this reason, there is a different way of communicating. The data input to the parent body is digested and the personality data of the output body is stored in the mother. However, this is still a feature that is still being tested, so it is inevitable that some bugs will be created within the parent body. It is because of this kind of bug that my experiment will hold. And the more intense this bug is, the more effective it will be for me. ”

"I see. Hassan suddenly realized, "In this case, the woman who has been circulating around all kinds of men is a big bug!"

"Thanks to this, she finally gave me the first step towards success. Moriarty turned to look down at his own creation, which was still making a fuss in the courtyard, "Soon we will have a new way to play...... Crimson Lord, my Sherlock Holmes. ”