Chapter 1247： Vicissitudes of life (1/2)
The "vulnerabilities" captured.
Amone is not an expert in the field of magic, and his authority does not include explanations of these occult phenomena. However, this does not mean that he lacks the ability to learn and understand. He is exposed to neural networks and gets along with Milmina. In the days of, he learned a lot of cutting-edge knowledge, so he understood the meaning of the words of the goddess of magic after a little understanding at this time.
"You mean... these dusts could not exist stably in the real world? Some of their'essences' conflict with the laws of the real world?" He stared at those trapped in the circle, like signals. The illusion of sand dust flickering like crazy intermittently asked the magic goddess beside him with hesitation and the slightest tone.
"Not only that," Milmina nodded slightly in a solemn tone, "These dusts will disappear when the observer disappears, which shows that there is a hard connection between them and'cognition', and when the observer returns They will reappear later, which means that there is a higher level of'cognition' that is "anchoring" the sand and dust. When the observer disappears with the sand and dust, it is this higher level of'cognition.' "Make sure that these sands still exist in an unobservable dimension, and make sure that they can return..."
"...This is approaching my blind spot of knowledge," Amone shook his head slightly, his bare eyes full of confusion, "but I understand one thing, if you don't have this experimental procedure, ordinary people I’m afraid I never imagined that these sands would be like this..."
"Only when all observers can't perceive these sands and dusts will these dusts disappear, and when the observers return, they will immediately return to normal...In the conventional experimental process, it is really difficult for the technicians. Realizing that these phenomena have happened before," Milmina said softly, but then shook her head slightly, "But this is not absolute, mortals are very smart, as long as they have an idea, they will be able to design experiments sooner or later. To verify the special nature of these shadows and dust, this is just an observer test."
"The difficulty lies in this'thinking'," Amone sighed. "If it weren't for Ms. Enya's reminder, who would have thought of doing an observer test for these dust? But I am also a little curious, what is Ms. Enya I can see..."
"She used to be the Dragon Gods, and she knows all the powers of the gods, including those involving dreams and illusions," Mirmina said casually, "I have such a wide range of knowledge, and I noticed the abnormality from these shadows and dust. It's not difficult for her."
Amone thoughtfully, a few seconds later, he suddenly asked: "These are the dust from the amber-what about the samples sent from Tarrond? Do the'real' shadow dust also have it? This contradiction?"
Milmina shook her head slowly: "Ms. Enya has checked, the sand and dust do not have this kind of'contradiction'... Of course, if we are not sure, we can use those samples to test, but those The number of samples is not so much. Every grain of sand is extremely precious. I have to redesign the magic circle here."
"You are an expert in this area, you can make the decision," Amone nodded, and then couldn't help but look at the imprisoned dust with curiosity, "But then again...what do you think it is? What makes these sands appear in such a weird state?"
"...I'm not sure," Milmina thought, her tone sluggishly and hesitantly, "In my memory and cognition, there seems to be only one situation that barely fits this phenomenon..."
"A situation?" Amone turned his head and looked at Milmina's eyes hidden in the illusory mist. "What's the situation?"
"Dream Derivatives...This should be the realm of Narettier and Duvalt, but I suspect that they have never seen this kind of vision that happens directly in the real world, and can even stay in the real world and deceive the observer. ."
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Gawain still remembers the splendor he saw when he saw Tarrond for the first time-he remembers the giant energy barrier that covers the entire continent, the lush ecological dome and the city full of neon lights. Factories, remember the air traffic that staggers over the city, the intercity tracks that weave between the buildings, and the headquarters of the giant corporate complexes towering above the clouds, as well as those towering on the top of the mountain, bathed in brilliance. Continuous hall.
It was a brilliant scene that the imagination of bards and playwrights on the continent of Loren could hardly be described. It spanned several eras and accumulated countless years of civilization achievements, which made Gawain, the "satellite spirit". Amazing sight.
The blue dragon and the white dragon flew across the sky, and flew over the extinguished high shield wall, the fragmented coastline was left behind in the dark depths, and the devastated earth rushed toward their faces.
Standing on the ground are the ruins of melting and distorted cities and factories, as well as the collapsed palaces and churches. The magnificent landscapes that Gawain once had in his memory are now transformed into these unrecognizable appearances, lying quietly at the North Pole. In the cold wind, bathed in the starlight of the polar night, he was silent.
Humber has been quiet since just now. She walked to the edge of Melita's back and carefully supported the **** bulge on the dragon's back. She looked at the starlight and the broken wall under the night, as if trying to get those things. Comparing with some scenes in her memory, but the endeavor was unsuccessful in the end, only a sigh full of emotion: "Hey, it's all gone... It was such a magnificent place back then."
"Yeah, it's all gone, just start again," Melita's voice came from the front, with a smile and relief in her tone, "At least for the moment, the fate of living on this land has finally returned to our own hands. It’s our own business whether we survive or die, whether we rise or fall."
The young dragon lying on Melita's back also calmed down. The little guy had never seen such a sight before, and did not know where his mother took herself. It would take time for her to understand the gap between this bare land and herself. What kind of bond she has, at this moment, she is just a little surprised and nervous.
She was lying on the back of Melita's shoulder blades, her small paws gripping mother's scales tightly, and she stretched her neck to look into the distance.
In the direction she was looking at, there was a group of mountains undulating in the dark. The mountains were full of depressions and even penetrating rifts left after ablation by the giant plasma jet, and some fragmented palace debris scattered in crystal condensate. On the hillside.
Melita seemed to feel the movement of the little guy behind her. She turned her head and glanced, her slender neck bent over, and said with a smile: "Did you see the palaces in the distance? Mom lived there before— But now we can’t live there anymore, our new home is somewhere else."