Fang Mo conducted another detailed study on the new module.
After various tests, Fang Mo finally came to a conclusion... that is, this new module is indeed worthy of his expectations.
It seems that my instinctive desire for Schrödinger is not lying. This so-called dummy module has almost essentially changed my concept of existence, so in every sense, this module makes me...
I have gone further and further down the road of not being a human being.
Of course there is nothing we can do about this.
After all, this module has too many fancy ways to play.
Just like you guys, Fang Mo's first thought was actually to use it for sex.
Although many people say that smelting copper is wrong, but if Fang Mo smelt himself... then it seems that others can't blame him anymore, right?
Although the custom Steve dummy can make Fang Mo change in a thousand ways, since the essence of the player entity is still Fang Mo himself, his series of tricks can only be regarded as manipulation at best. Although it is very punishing, in a strict sense it is not
No one can punish him.
There are actually many other similar tricks.
As a typical old Scorpio who is also a fierce protector of his wife, Fang Mo almost immediately thought of his unlucky little partner.
How could I forget her when she had such a good thing?
It's impossible without persecuting her. To be honest, just thinking of Xiao Yao's disbelieving expression, Fang Mo couldn't help but want to laugh, and his brothers also stood up together.
Pure love Ag party...
This is truly a path that has never been imagined.
Of course, when it came to his partner, Fang Mo also suddenly thought of some other things at this moment.
Although they are both players, Fang Mo realized a long time ago that the other party's authority is not as high as his own. At most, he can only be regarded as an ordinary player, while he is the server master.
Just like unlocking new modules and other functions.
My partner can't do it.
As early as in the copy of One Punch, Xiao Yao took metal plates and put together several boxes, hoping to unlock more boxes. However, the system issued a message 'Research failed, the player Xiaoyao does not have permission to add modules to the server.'
Such a prompt sound.
At the end.
It was Fang Mo who unlocked this module himself.
At that time, he didn't take it seriously, but now that he thought about it, Fang Mo vaguely figured out that something was wrong.
That was mentioned before.
It is difficult for my little partner to operate dual-line like me and control the main body and Steve at the same time.
Normally, if she wants to control Steve...or if Alex works in the game world, building machines, or building assembly lines, then the body must lose consciousness and fall into a state similar to a deep coma.
, no matter how much you play with it, you won’t wake up.
At first, Fang Mo thought it was a difference between individuals.
But when he just unlocked the new module, the weird experience was like a bug... but it allowed him to get in touch with his true self to a certain extent.
That's not a deviation in self-perception.
On the contrary, it is a way that allows Fang Mo to recognize his true self.
But now.
Fang Mo didn't want to recognize this so early.
His humanity is too small, and he is like a speck of dust in front of his true self. If he studies too deeply, he will easily be swallowed up by himself and lost outside the multiverse... and become like Azatos.
The unruly demon king of chaos, transcends all things.
Then he became blind and stupid.
Surrounded by a group of outside gods like Naija and playing big drums.
But even without going into details, Fang Mo still had some rough guesses about his existence.
He even suspected that unlocking modules, reality, avatars... and even MC itself were a self-protection mechanism for himself.
Your partner can only operate in a single line.
But I am inexplicably able to operate in multiple threads...
If controlling the main body and the substitute Steve can still be explained by talent, then what about the control of other player entities nowadays? This is a bit wrong no matter how you think about it, okay?
This is already a four-thread operation.
And theoretically there is no upper limit for player entities.
As time goes by, the number of player entities that Fang Mo can control will only increase. He can wander in different worlds at the same time and experience different experiences, just like the infinite incarnations of the alien gods.
And these incarnations are controlled by Fang Mo alone.
According to his preferences, these entities will behave differently in each world. The world he likes will be kind, and the world he dislikes will bring disaster.
These worlds will also name and distinguish Fang Mo's entities.
For example, the well-meaning God Emperor Xier.
Or perhaps Islaanesh, filled with terrible malice.
If I have to use a metaphor, these indigenous people are like ants in an ant nest.
They regard Fang Mo's feet as the embodiment of evil, because stepping on them will crush a large number of ants to death, but the feet don't care at all, while Fang Mo's hands are the embodiment of kindness, occasionally throwing sugar.
, or move them to other places without causing death.
But in fact, no matter which incarnation it is.
In fact, it was all controlled by Fang Mo using his own will.
The so-called incarnation or clone are actually just adjectives made up by the ants because they couldn't understand Fang Mo's existence...close, but not completely accurate.
Let’s talk about the only exception.
Then maybe Fang Mo's little partner is the only one.
While possessing the player's entity, it also retains the existence of self-awareness and memory.
This is the result of Fang Mo's continuous efforts, the blessings of several foreign gods, and the miracle caused by the superposition of countless wishing machines.
In fact, it was only at this moment that Fang Mo suddenly realized what Nyarlathotep said after seeing the little demon... It was obvious that the other party regarded her as part of himself.
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Again, Fang Mo, an old Scorpio, is still very possessive. If the other person is a part of him... it wouldn't be a bad feeling.
They admire each other.
It's like hugging half of your own body.
"Phew, it's done..."
After Fang Mo thoroughly studied this module, he breathed a sigh of relief. While controlling another player entity to input the /home command, he released the time stop of the Sword of the Divine Tree: "Then time started to flow.
.”
Accompanied by Fang Mo's words.
The originally stagnant world suddenly regained its vitality.
The pendulum above the tower began to swing again, and the surrounding battlefield also resumed its hustle and bustle, and the shouts of Walter and Andreessen could still be vaguely heard.
"This... can still be saved, right?"
Seeing the Schrödinger minced meat in front of him, Fang Mo hesitated for a moment, and then took out the scythe: "Forget it, let's give it a try."
After finishing speaking.
Fang Mo just used the blade of the knife... to pick up the meat sauce on the ground.
Although it looks a bit abstract, the therapeutic effect is unexpectedly good, just like playing the video of the old horse eating the sheep's head upside down... With Fang Mo's pulling, the Schrödinger on the ground really reorganized bit by bit.
Arose and finally completed the resurrection.
Only after coming back to life.
Schrödinger's expression changed after seeing Fang Mo, and the hair on his ears exploded instantly: "You...!"
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Fang Mo was in a good mood at the moment, and he explained with a smile: "I've reached the sage time now, and I've lost interest in you. You can just find a place to squat and wait for Acat."
That’s it.”
"..."
Schrödinger did not speak, but took two steps back in horror.
Fang Mo was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to look at the battlefield. As a result, Acat could no longer be seen there.
Instead.
There was only a rapidly spreading shadow.
The shadow initially turned into a thick black-red fog, like a boiling cauldron of hell, rolling constantly, and countless severed limbs could be vaguely seen surging inside.
But very quickly.
These fogs began to riot.
They began to tremble and boil, and then overwhelming amounts of plasma spurted out from them.
It was as if the door to hell had been opened, and the thick plasma rushed out of the mist like a fountain... no, it was like a tsunami.
Along with the plasma spurting out, there were also densely packed eyeballs. These scarlet eyes seemed to have self-awareness. They kept turning, observing everything around them, and flowed around along with the rush of plasma, and soon after
Quickly, countless dead bodies emerged from the sea of blood.
It's as if each eyeball represents a corpse.
These corpses were not dead, but began to move as if they were alive.
They are all enemies whose blood has been sucked by Acat. Among them are not only the special soldiers from South America, vampires like Tubal Cain, but also countless victims from the Middle Ages.
Like the army of the Ottoman Empire, the army of the Principality of Wallachia, and of course countless civilians as far as the eye could see. At this moment, all these dead people emerged from the sea of blood. They were not complete individuals, but
They are stuck and entangled with each other...as if they are inseparable from the rushing sea of blood.
So that's it.
The death wave composed of living corpses and blood howls began to devour everything.
As the blood surged, it even set off huge waves that were dozens of meters high, filled with corpses, overwhelming everything around them.
The Crusaders from the Vatican are still on the defensive.
They tried to form a city formation, and the weapons in their hands poured out gunpowder desperately.
But such intensive attacks could only shatter the dead bodies in the front row and tear them into pieces.
But then the minced meat was wrapped in the sea of blood, and it hit them hard at a height of tens of meters and at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. It was like a huge wall made of flesh and blood, crushing them head-on.
Likewise, any struggle is doomed to be in vain.
Almost in the blink of an eye.
The crusaders disappeared without even having time to utter a scream.
Of course, in the same way, there are vampire legions from the Millennium. They are also equipped with modern weapons, but whether they resist or escape, their outcome is already doomed...
That is to become a part of this huge sea of blood.
Even those flying high-altitude armed helicopters dispatched by the Vatican are the same.
You must know that there are not only miscellaneous soldiers in Akat's river of death, but also vampires like Tubal Cain.
I saw cards roaring out one after another, splitting the atmosphere, piercing through these helicopters in the blink of an eye, causing them to explode into fireworks in mid-air. Even the airships higher up were also attacked and lit up with flames.
It started to flash on it, and there were obviously signs of a crash.
"What kind of monster is this guy!?"
And at this moment, Father Andrewson here couldn't help but exclaimed.
Facing this endless sea of the dead, even he was unable to resist. At this moment, he could only move around on the top of the building.
"This guy……"
And who was equally moved by Andreessen was Walter.
At this moment, he was also hanging between the buildings with a steel wire, looking at the terrifying river of death below, and his stern face couldn't help but show an ugly expression: "Did this guy actually eat so many people? No wonder he can't be killed..."
"But let's put it from another perspective."
Andrewson on the other side heard Walter's words, and reacted instantly: "If you can't kill him normally, isn't now an opportunity?"
"Um?"
Walter turned to look at him and suddenly frowned: "Acat is my enemy, only I can kill him!"
"I don't care so much, I will kill him!"
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Want to kill!"
"you……"
"He showed up! There!"
Walter wanted to say something else, but it was a pity that Andreessen didn't give him a chance at all. He drew out two blunderbuss and rushed forward: "Close the door!!!"
"Stop!"
When Walter saw this, he quickly followed.
But as soon as he exerted force on his feet, he suddenly heard a faint sound.
"The eighth son of the island city is my name. When I move in and out, where should I squat..."
The voice was humorous but had a hint of indescribability, like some kind of blasphemous and taboo whisper. Now that Walter had eaten the golden apple, his fighting intuition was very strong, and an extremely bad feeling instantly emerged in his heart.
I saw him subconsciously looking back.
But I happened to see a figure standing on top of the tallest building in London not far away.
"That's... General Wang?"
Walter narrowed his eyes slightly and found Fang Mo standing there, holding a brown giant sword in his hand, and in front of him was a golden... toilet?
"Wait a minute, what is this guy going to do again?"
Seeing Fang Mo slowly raising the giant sword in his hand, Walter suddenly realized something: "Oops!!!"
It was an instinctive reaction that could be said to be close to panic.
Almost without thinking, Walter turned around and rushed towards Fang Mo, shooting out the steel wire at the same time, trying his best to stop him.
Unfortunately, it's still too late.
Because in the next second, Fang Mo still thrust the sword into the golden toilet.