Mythological origins

"Boom!"

A loud noise not far away brought the man and cat, who were still arguing, back to reality.

"Outrageous, a monster fell directly from the sky and hit the eleventh district over there."

They did not live in their own private little world, but chose to live on the Daqian flagship.

"There should be three monsters of level five." After a flash of light flashed in her eyes, Lin Zilan found out the enemy situation.

"Let's call for help."

Lin Yuedong said while pulling Lin Zilan to the opposite direction of the loud noise and taking out the communication terminal.

"Okay!"

The two guys did what they wanted without hesitation.

Lin Yuedong knew his situation very well. He was a rookie level five that was piled up by the empire with resources.

He had never fought a battle for hundreds of years and had been working hard at the Imperial Research Institute.

He only had the lifespan of the power of the level five, but had no experience in fighting with the same level.

In terms of combat effectiveness, it might be the same as the standard level five in the combat effectiveness evaluation system.

Relying on the difference in rank, he purely overwhelmed others with force, punching 10,000 jin against another punching 1,000 jin, running 100 meters in one second to bully someone running 30 meters in one second, and the hard data is far inferior to his own.

Wanting to deal with monsters of the same level is too much to think about.

He actually doesn't like to practice, nor does he like to fight, but there is no way, the practice system is currently the only way to significantly extend his life.

Immortality is the source of all desires.

He can give up power and be an ordinary happy person, but I want to die and live longer.

In the range, the ceiling of life extension technology for mortals is still too high. Even if I was in the White Land at that time, I chose to be a special person who practiced, and I could only live for more than 200 years at most.

That is a problem of the body or medical care. Cloning technology is already very mature in the empire, and the transfer and transmission of consciousness can also be realized by the world.

Outside the Empire, because of the minor injuries to their bodies, the poor who have the money to undergo cloning and recovery surgery rarely choose to give up their bodies and ascend to the "seventh dimension" to live in the data world from then on.

But for the consciousness, there is still a problem called "passivation".

As time goes by, new memories will be generated, and the newly added information will be constantly pressed into the memory until the consciousness can fully carry it and stop randomly losing the information stored in the past.

It's like a hard drive that is already full, and it still has to store information outside.

The information on the hard drive can be actively selected to be written or written. If it is full, it is written, but the consciousness is not.

As long as you are awake, your consciousness is perceiving and thinking every minute and every second, generating new information that becomes part of the memory storage, and it is constantly stuffed out.

In the end, either the memory disappears randomly and becomes less and less, until even the existence of the personality cannot be maintained, which is equivalent to death.

Or you choose to sleep forever, stop inputting information, and wait for the day when technology achieves a major breakthrough.

The former is the choice of quite a number of people in the Empire.

The Empire also provides corresponding services.

But eternal sleep requires costs, and maintenance fees must be paid every year, which is about 10,000 imperial gold yuan a year, and the price will be adjusted with inflation. In the long run, it is not a big number.

If it takes a thousand or two thousand years to break through, the maintenance fee alone can make a small number of people bankrupt.

As for whether the contract can be fulfilled a thousand years ago, no one is worried about that.

After all, outside the lower levels of the empire, there are many old monsters who can live for thousands of years.

It is said that the political officer who stamped and confirmed the entry into the cabin for eternal sleep after two thousand years was me who stamped and confirmed the exit from the cabin two thousand years ago.

…

"Boom!"

Another loud noise.     That time Lin Yuedong was very confused about what happened.

Because the source of the loud noise was me.

We still ran slowly enough, and were chased down by the first wave of monsters that descended, and were shot down from mid-air with one claw.

Of course, it was also Lin Yuedong's fault that he was too cool. When he ran away, he actually held the cat and flew at the speed of sound at high altitude subconsciously.

The result of doing so was a loud sonic boom that resounded dozens of times, directly attracting the monsters to chase.

Moving at the speed of sound seemed weak and domineering in the eyes of high-level monks, but the effect of attracting monsters was really first-class.

The Xuanhua layer detected eight seventh-level monsters, and two of them chased after me.

At the seventh level, moving at the speed of sound is a basic exercise, which is slightly different from ordinary people running.

But there is obviously no difference between people. I am far behind the two monsters in the same seventh-level running.

"Fortunately, the linzilan is thick enough..."

Lin Yuedong, who was holding a cat in his hand, patted the dust under him, and said as he looked at the mess around him.

This inexplicable claw just now slapped me, who was originally flying at a low speed, to the ground like slapping a bug.

But I am a seventh-level psychic monk after all, and I have a layer of linzilan, a tortoise shell that can be activated at any time, which is ridiculously thick.

So even if it crashes into the ground at an instantaneous speed of more than a thousand kilometers per hour, it will not be damaged at all.

"Are you dizzy?" Lin Yuedong shook his head and turned back to the original cat.

Xuanhua layer is essentially just a seventh-level cat demon. It can be involved in the battle of the same level, but it is pure cannon fodder in the battle between lower-level cultivators.

Or change back to cat form and lie under Lin Yuedong's head as a pendant.

"If something happens, he will concentrate on finding an opportunity to escape."

After the small enemy was killed, Xuanhua layer also became serious.

We were not well-informed at this time, but we still knew that the world within the empire had been turned into a huge playground by the Golden Talisman.

Even if you are killed now, you will die, but will be reborn a long time ago.

…

Standing hundreds of meters away from Lin Yuedong, there are two silver beings that look a bit like liquid metal robots.

They have the shape of muscular men, but they seem to have heads.

Or maybe the "muscles" of their arms and shoulders are too developed, so that they are so swollen that even their heads are submerged.

Two pairs of arms are like a small cross on the back, and at the end of the arms are eight claws in the shape of fingers.

For a seventh-level existence, a distance of several hundred meters is not much different from face to face.

It only takes one second for the fist formed by the claws of the "liquid robot" to hit Lin Yuedong's face.

…

Lin Yuedong suddenly had an idea and stopped frantically shrinking Lin Zilan under him.

At that moment, I, who had no experience in fighting at the same level, inexplicably recalled a book of weaklings' wars that I had read one day when I was still in the White Land hundreds of years later.

This is a note of a seventh-level monk.

It says that Gan Linyi, who was spreading out, was too strong against a martial artist-type enemy, and it was more difficult to destroy him than cutting butter with a knife.

As a psychic monk who is a mage, he must shrink Lin Zilan to the extreme so that his defense is enough to withstand our attack.

PS: Ah, I have been too decadent recently.