Chapter 435 You Lost
A meaningful smile appeared on its face, exactly like the Xiaozhen that Mr. Cat knew.
"Illegal trespass?" It smiled. "No, he is already mine. What a pity. Your division specially reshaped his consciousness to save his life. It is all within my calculations."
It raised its eyebrows with some pride. Not only its facial expression, but also its natural behavior was all like Xiao Zhen. It said in Xiao Zhen's steady and sharp tone: "And the moment I am observed, you will lose."
"Really?" said Mr. Cat. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure of that," Necra Dragon said. "There were many small variables, but everything from beginning to end did not deviate from my calculations and goals. It has been like this since the beginning, and you know it . Including your return now."
"oh?"
The Necra Dragon took a step forward, its eyes shining darkly under its slightly curly black hair, as if it knew that its current appearance could anger Mr. Cat. "You evolved into partitions over a long period of time because you could not carry too much content. I knew at that time that even the favorites of the gods were not perfect. How ironic, your complete form is almost invincible, but it also means the collapse of self-contradiction. In order to prolong your existence, you have to weaken yourself and disintegrate the partitions, and this gives me an opportunity. The key is now in my hand as proof."
"You can't use the key."
"I know what you're going to say. The core structure of the Xiyiqi Think Tank has been locked. But I have my own way."
"You won't stand a chance," said Mr. Cat. "The game of games within games within games ends here."
"You tell a good joke." "Xiao Zhen" tilted his head and laughed provocatively.
At that moment, lightning roared.
"I told you, that's it," said Mr. Cat.
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The dimensions within the mindspace are distorting.
Countless runes flashed with dazzling light.
Two gods created by the ancient forerunners are at war.
Space is the extension of their thoughts. And they themselves are like two stars, their authority extends like rays of light, and the brilliant colors are like countless swords piercing the order of space.
The gods of the past have fallen silent.
Conceptualized as a weapon, the energy of the stars seethes and burns.
The bursting air waves spread in the conscious space, and the thoughts were entangled with each other. This was not a deadly fight that the intelligent creatures of the Earth-level civilization could understand. Countless copies of the thoughts collided like a tide, and a blazing white light burst out in an instant. This was a virtual vision created by Mr. Cat with his multiple thoughts. Every confrontation was superimposed with the computing power of the Gogor power.
Their minds rolled upward like spirals, cloning each other's structures and drawing countless arcs in a moment, like a vast star map. White flames continued to burn above the dome sky. The Necromancer was eroding this virtual vision, and the black fog was like ink splashing, leaving black lines like water stains wherever it went, smudged out its own domain, but in an instant the mind space executed a self-repair program. The dazzling replicas spread like clever cats, and wherever they went, the dirty black lines fell off and decomposed like rust.
The space made a hissing sound of vibration.
"This duel is just a futile struggle on your part, Mansfield." Necrasaurus said, looking unhurried despite being at a disadvantage. "Oh no, now you call yourself Mr. Cat. I mean , this name is really lame. It's better to call you by the name given to you by the Forerunner."
Mr. Cat ignored it. Above the dome, a lightning bolt with tremendous force struck the Necromancer. White light spread across the space, flames ignited, and the black fog instantly became fuel and burned up.
"It's you who's struggling in vain."
The dust particles that were raised quickly reassembled into new Necron Dragons, and at the same time, more Necron Dragon copies were swarming out, endlessly and infinitely.
"Why do you think you can win? Although you are the proudest product of the forerunners in the past, time has passed. You are just a ghost of the old times, but you want to use the laws of the old times to restrain the innovators."
Another wave of shock waves dispersed the Necromancer, and Xiaozhen's face turned into raindrops as black as ink.
"You have never understood what the ideals of the pioneers are." Mr. Cat said coldly.
"You are the one who doesn't understand, Mansfield. Mr. Cat, you are outdated." Another brand new Necrondrake and another brand new Xiao Zhen came towards Mr. Cat. "Don't do futile things anymore. Like I told you before, you can't end me."
"Listen, sinner," said Mr. Cat, "it's all over."
Countless rays of light cut through the re-dispersed black fog, and the dazzling light illuminated the Necra Dragon so that it had nowhere to hide. In the blink of an eye, countless cats covered with invisible cloaks - copy branch agents rushed out, and they firmly grasped the branches of the Necra Dragon. This was an ambush set up by Mr. Cat when he first constructed the virtual vision. In the previous fight, he quietly recorded the hatching rules of the Necra Dragon's branches. Now they are severing the links between the Necra Dragon's clones at lightning speed and modifying their structures.
“You— ”
Its voice soon disappeared. Countless cats in cloaks - flexible branches were taking action. This was a wave of swallowing that was more swift and ferocious than the virus. Some Necrasaurus branches that tried to hide floated into the dome program like shadows, some turned into a fluctuating wind, and some disguised branches turned themselves into cloaked cats, but all Necrasaurus branches could not avoid the scan of Mr. Cat - the master of the horizon.
There were flashes in the virtual horizon, and one singularity after another exploded. From the depths of the horizon to the surface of the horizon, the branches of the Necra Dragon were pulled out one by one, just like the sugar grains dissolved in a cup of coffee were accurately sifted out. They were countless ionic cloak cats, from disorder to order, accurately tearing the Necra Dragon into units, atoms, and particles, and then swallowed by the light.
Uncertain ghosts like cats jumped in the space, circulating back and forth, biting, and decomposing, so that in the end, only a tiny ray of light of the Necromancer's original body remained.
A tiny speck of light floating on a cat's paw.
The end has come.
Mr. Cat looked at the particles in his palm. When it was executing the final program, he heard a voice, a small voice. A boy's voice.
"I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air."
A slight hesitation, a hesitation of no more than a microsecond.
In an instant, a black tide surged.
One microsecond of time.
A particle spins in the darkness of the void. It generates another subjective time scale.
Then the sun and the moon rotate, a grain of dust gathers into a nebula, and then into a star burning with a blazing fire.
On that star, it saw many, many faces. They were the consciousnesses of countless intelligent beings. One hundred thousand? One billion? One billion? Or even more? Countless consciousnesses rushed into its consciousness, wailing and crying.
We don't want to die. Afraid.
Fear. Death is the destruction of all.
pain.
In an instant, they cried out at the same time, clamoring with each other, overlapping each other, like thunder. They were begging for it, pleading for it, longing for God's salvation. Too much information, too many emotions, too many desires, like countless .
Countless pieces of information are superimposed on each other, countless shouts are mixed together, and countless memories are mixed together.
It was like a meteor shower, swaying in the virtual world, and like a toxin, invading the mind space.
A microsecond of hesitation can lead to irreversible changes.
"I said I had everything in my calculations. You haven't been omniscient since the partition."
It rises in mid-air, appearing with the lost and suffering souls.
"Xiyiqi is a good testing ground." Necromancer said, "This group of insects has a very strong collective consciousness and is naturally obedient. So I arranged a slow, small mutation that would not endanger life and health at the beginning, and no one would notice any problems. When the mutation really broke out, no one could reverse it. Under the long and unsolvable mutation, under the fear of death and disease, it became easy to manipulate their consciousness and make them eager to embrace a hopeful future. Just a hint can easily harvest their consciousness. But do you think I only collected the consciousness of Xiyiqi insects? During this long period of time, too many civilizations have declined in wars and plagues, and too many lives have passed away meaninglessly, so I gave them the opportunity to serve a new world."
"Now, it's finally time to activate it."
The Necromancer smiled, and behind it was a quantum program woven from trillions of consciousnesses. It was the master of trillions of souls, and it was the universe.
"I am no longer the same as I was then. Even if you destroy yourself, you can no longer seal me."
It jumped down from mid-air, its slightly curly black hair swaying slightly, and its dark eyes sparkling. Xiao Zhen - Necromancer Dragon tilted his head, "Or rather, you were determined to kill me - that human - once and for all, but you hesitated."
It raised its hands, and a black tide surged behind it, unstoppable.
Mr. Cat looked up at it. The figure of the young man was reflected in its golden pupils. In an instant, the black tide swallowed it.
Nothing is left.
"The world is about to fall into my hands."
"You lose."
Yan Zhu stood up panting and looked around. He was back in the central control room.
The Duke of Gil, whom I had just seen in the virtual vision, was standing not far away, holding a cat in his arms.
"What happened just now? What happened to Xiaozhen? How long can the world last?" Yan Zhu asked.
"..." Duke Jill frowned and stared at the cat in his arms that seemed to be sleeping. "I'm waiting for Mr. Cat."
"Oh, yes, this cat just saved us, right?" Yan Zhu asked with some concern, "I hope Mr. Cat is okay."
The cat in Duke Gil's arms suddenly opened its eyes. It struggled a bit confusedly, then looked at Duke Gil and said, "Meow——"
"Uh, what does it say?"
"Mr. Cat is no longer here." Duke Gil responded with his head down.
