Many legs...

In this short moment, the gods who did not have to rely on breathing to maintain their lives felt a suffocation.

Milmina glared at Narithir. She felt that something was wrong with the huge, spider-like "like" in front of her must have been something wrong - this may be a confused individual born based on wrong thoughts, or a "near-dead" who has reached the critical point of madness. No matter which possibility, she would better not continue to contact this spider.

The reason why it is impossible to escape the pursuit of this spider is of course impossible for a childlike reason like "fewer legs than others". Milmina is very clear about this. She is just too weak now and at a disadvantage in the field.

In order to plan this bold action today, she has split herself up and reorganized herself too many times, and has been consciously controlling her "growth" since thousands of years ago, just like a prisoner who relies on making herself lose weight to get out of the cage. Her plan was successful, but it also made herself weak. This weakness, coupled with the disadvantages on the field, made it impossible for her to leave the spider without any damage.

But she had to leave, and as soon as possible - this is a strange "boundary of thoughts". The chaotic and imforming waves of consciousness can be used to "sweat away" the chains, but it can also cause great harm to herself. She can clearly feel that her only remaining power is being lost, and the speed of loss is getting faster and faster.

"Listen, Spider, I have to leave here," Milmina tried to divert Naretire's attention with conversation while stabilizing her form. "If you change the environment and time, I'm interested in chatting with you for a few more words, but not today - please get out of the way."

Naritiel's attitude was very stubborn: "I want to take you to see His Majesty. He said that you can leave so that you can leave."

"...That won't work," the lady who was gathering in fog suddenly raised a little bit of her mouth and said with a smile, "I can't contact any mortals now... I finally cut off my contact with them..."

Naritiel frowned immediately, and took the lead and wanted to reason with the other party. However, the next second, the lady as huge as a bell tower in front of her suddenly changed - the shadows and mist that had been swelled and shrunk suddenly grew into countless ribbon-like structures. Between the grids formed by the ribbon, countless mirrors emerged from nothingness. The mirror reflected the chaotic ball of light and the thick fog in the distance. Then the ball of light and the thick fog disappeared again. The images in the mirror turned into twinkling starlight, and the starlight was stretched and twisted into strange symbols, interfering with Naritiel's judgment...

Mirrors, lines, balls of light, smoke, starlight, symbols - these are all props or symbols commonly used by mortal mages when casting spells.

Narithir was stunned for a moment in this sudden chaos, but soon she realized that long arthropods passed by the gray-white water surface, and the reflection corresponding to those mirrors appeared in the water surface - the upper narrator weaved the wrong facts, and the battlefield created by the opponent was contaminated by the opponent through the relationship between the reflection and the ontology. This pollution was effective. The things created in a hurry were almost broken in an instant, and the "lady without legs" was revealed.

Narithir rushed up immediately - the white spider jumped high in the posture of a predator, and her long arthropods were covering her head and face, but she immediately felt something was wrong: the arthropods hugged a ball of unresisting things, which quickly decomposed into a large number of flying fragments and gradually melted into the surrounding air.

Is it an illusion?

Naritiel reacted and immediately began to capture the other party's real trace through the ubiquitous clues. However, the next second she received chaotic and huge feedback: there were breaths everywhere, and fragments of energy bodies collapsed everywhere. Each of the seemingly illusory pieces was actually torn off from the body. In order to escape from her perception, the other party actually sacrificed more than 60% of the "body" to arrange this layer of "smoke"!

The white spider's long legs slashed on the gray-white water surface several times, but in the end she could not catch the other person's traces. She stopped in frustration and had to accept the fact that the prey had escaped. After a few seconds of depression, she slowly moved again and began to collect the remaining "ashes" after the fragments dissipated.

Those gray-black things are the only evidence and clues left by the invaders after they escaped. Although they are not useful results, they are at least some gains.

While collecting a larger piece of fragments, Naretiel "heard" a distorted voice came from it: "...I borrowed your magic net, although this is not the original purpose of your construction... I owe you a favor. The 'Your Majesty' I told you that this favor will be repaid one day in the future."

This is the message left by the intruder.

Naritiel was stunned for a moment after hearing this message, and then silently put it with other fragments. Then she raised her head and looked at the "unconscious zone" that had gradually returned to her usual state. She shook her head in confusion and muttered: "Why can you run so fast without your legs..."

...

Elivan Franklin sat with the Magic seniors, waiting for further news in the lounge of the Computing Center.

The door to the lounge was closed and the corridor outside was quiet.

Elivan, who had been to the computing center several times, knew that next door to this room was a large immersion cabin room, which had neat and brand new immersion cabins that could connect the brains of ordinary people to an incredible neural network - he had also connected it several times, and the convenience of that thing in checking materials and transmitting information was impressive.

He and the seniors are for the Internet today - but not for the Internet entertainment or for tutoring, but the Empire Computing Center needs a batch of extra computing power.

For Elivin, responding to the imperial call was his unshirkable responsibility as a member of the nobles, but there were many civilian children among his classmates who also took the initiative to sign up... This was something he had never expected before.

Although he had already adapted to the rules that he had to live with the children of ordinary people, he had no "noble arrogance" and even had several civilian friends, this kind of thing he had met in front of him... was the first time he had met.

He couldn't help but look at the classmate closest to him. The big boy named Storm was one of the civilian students who took the initiative to sign up.

"Is there any...is there any problem?" Storm quickly noticed the sight from beside him. The young man, who was always a little nervous, immediately adjusted his sitting position and asked in a low voice.

"Uh... nothing," Elivan coughed twice. He felt that the thought that he had just come up with was a bit out of place, and he might even be part of aristocratic arrogance, so he immediately threw it out of his mind. "I'm just a little worried that the teachers have been in with the first group for a long time..."

"The teachers are more experienced than us, and didn't they say it before? It just requires some extra computing power, and there is no risk in itself," Storm whispered. "There are more powerful experts who are dealing with the real tricky things."

"A real tricky thing..." Elivan suddenly thought of something, his face became a little gloomy, and his fingers were tightly held together.

Ordinary students may not be sure of the situation yet, but they can vaguely guess some things.

Today is the day when the magic network in the entire Empire is connected to the grid, and the incident that can make the teachers in the college nervous is mostly related to this "grid connection" - after all, those teachers are different from teachers in ordinary schools. They are all leaders in the academic field, and they are even named in various research departments directly under the Supreme Government Affairs Department.

Not long ago, he heard a strange and faint whistling sound from the direction of the Magic Technology Institute. When he was walking through the Academy Square with his classmates, he saw that the largest magic network terminal in the square seemed to have a malfunction. Several teachers were checking the equipment with nervous faces. When he was setting off from the Academy to prepare to go to the North Shore Development Zone, he also glanced at the direction of the Magic Technology Institute. He saw that the newly built hub tower seemed to be restarting. Several mages were performing flight techniques to check the magic device on the top of the tower...

This may point to a terrible accident, and his father, Berdevin Franklin, Duke of the West, was one of the leaders of this "grid connection" project.

The more Elivin thought about it, the more nervous he became. He even wanted to run to find a useful magic network terminal now and contact Shilin City to confirm the situation. However, he himself knew how unrealistic this idea was, so he could only sigh quietly and grabbed the hem of the college uniform with some force.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting his random thoughts: "Don't worry, there will be no problem."

Elivan raised his head and unexpectedly saw that Storm, who was always nervous and introverted, was talking to him. He shook his head and wanted to say that he was worried about something else, but the other party immediately added: "I'm talking about the Magic Net... I know that your father is the Duke of the West, and I don't think he will be fine."

Elivin's eyes suddenly opened wide: "Why are you..."

He didn't expect that the other party could tell his thoughts - although the connection between the Magic Net is not confidential, as ordinary students who have nothing to do with this matter, they shouldn't think of this at this time. As for Storm, he is taciturn and even a little dull on weekdays, and he doesn't look like a type with an extremely keen observation of the association ability... How did he think of Magic Net?

Storm looked at the son of the duke in front of him, and after two seconds, he smiled a little restrainedly: "My father is the tower guardian of Luan Hub..."

Elivan was stunned.

Before he spoke again, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room. After scaring the students, the signature loud voice rang out: "Students, go back! It's over!"

Elivan and the other seniors immediately looked at each other, and in amazement, someone stood up: "It's over...what's over?"

"The incident has been calmed down early and there is no need for more computing power," Magnan waved his hand, "Go back, there is no class in the afternoon, everyone can rest freely."

Then he seemed to remember something suddenly and added: "By the way, although the incident has subsided in advance, your voluntary registration is still worthy of encouragement and rewards - I personally will add two comprehensive evaluation points to you at the end of the period."

The students were confused and surprised, but everyone understood the last sentence of the teacher. The two points quickly calmed down all the students' confusion. The students in the lounge expressed their gratitude as if they were afraid that Magnan would regret it, and then quickly left the place without hesitation.

Elivan also stood up and prepared to leave with the others, and planned to find an opportunity to confirm the situation on his father's side. But just as he was about to go out, he heard the stern mentor shouting in a pissy manner from behind:

"Elivin, Storm, you two stop."

Elivin and Stom stayed in confusion and a little nervousness.

Magnan floated to them like a ghost, and after looking up and down at the two students, he waved his hand and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Your family is fine - go back quickly."

...

On the large holographic projection at the front of the hall, the surface of the entire empire map flickers glimmers, white light spots representing effective nodes and lines connected between the light spots are crisscrossed, connecting and intertwining, forming a network that is not dense but has basically covered the entire empire.

Solinburg, Shilin City, Winter Castle... Main hubs are floating on the map in the form of miniature projections, and are operating quietly.

All communications have been restored and all networks have been connected.

"Hubs at all levels were successfully launched and connected to the network... Successfully?"

Rebecca stood on her own podium and reported the current situation to Gao Wen, but when the report came to the back, she couldn't help scratching her head and dragging her long and puzzled voice.

Gao Wen still looked solemn. He looked at the holographic map in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

The connection to the grid was indeed successful, at least all the data and evidence have achieved the expected results, but... this inexplicable success did not make him feel at ease.

He is waiting for further news from the neural network.

This time he didn't wait too long - just a moment after Rebecca's report was over, the small magic net terminal placed on the podium suddenly lit up, and Duvalt's figure appeared above the terminal.

This "human nature of God" bowed to him: "Your Majesty."

"How is the situation over Naritiel?" Gao Wen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you caught the invader?"

"The invader was severely injured, but he ran away," Duvalter's face showed a look of regret and frustration. "Naretir only brought back some difficult 'embers'..."

"Run away?" Gao Wen immediately frowned, and asked subconsciously as he sank his heart, "What is the invader? Can you see the essence and origin?"

"Yes..." Duvalter spoke a syllable as soon as he spoke, his figure suddenly flashed like disturbance, and then he was pushed aside, and Naretiel squeezed over from the side.

"It's a woman without legs," Naritiel gestured with a gesture that no one could understand, and said something that others couldn't understand even more, "run faster than anyone else..."
Chapter completed!