I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 883 882. Spiritual attack

   Chapter 883 882. Mental attack

  For Plato, nuclear fusion must be unbearable.

   He is a saint who is about to die in the wasteland. How can he resist nuclear bombs head-on?

  Under Urukluk's almost self-exploding attack, the illusory Plato burst like a bubble and was evaporated by the fiery heat.

   It’s just that it’s just a projection of consciousness, not Plato itself.

   While stunned by this blow beyond the limits of human beings, Plato also felt the energy and radiation contained in it. If such an explosion occurred near Utopia, or even in Utopia, the consequences would be disastrous.

  The only thing he was glad was that it was man-made, not a natural disaster.

   As long as there is the intervention of the will, it is the domain of Plato.

   His consciousness was scattered, covering the rainy desert like a big net. In the rain, countless mourning suddenly occupied Plato's mind.

   Those were the desperation of the soldiers who had been dispatched, the agony of the captured traveling merchants, and much more, the ravings of the untraceable.

   At the same time, Plato also found that in this babble, there are several voices that are extremely harsh.

   "Fuck it, it's a nuclear bomb, coach, I want to learn how to rub a nuclear bomb!"

   "Isn't it better to fuse it first than to rub the nuke?"

   "Hey, why did I become two?"

   "Fit! I'll make up the head!"

   The same voice lines are intertwined into different words, just like a person with a split personality, with thousands of consciousnesses and avatars, fighting each other.

  Plato stretched his consciousness and tried to spy on this guy's heart.

   But soon, a loud babble took over all of Plato's consciousness, and he felt a strong sense of dizziness, like being thrown to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters.

   On the seat, Plato's shriveled hands also grew blue-black fluff, and those fluff fluttered in the wind, like water plants in the sea.

   Numerous blood vessels spread and bulge, forming strange and complex lines on Plato's body, making his body that was already like a candle in the wind even more broken.

   He restrained his mind in time, so that he didn't lose his mind because of the manic babbling of the tens of millions of clones.

   "Who is this?"

  Plato was surprised, but at the same time, he captured another will.

   Compared with the chaotic will with thousands of clones, this new will is obviously more rational.

  Plato did not invade this time, but tried a little bit.

   Soon, Plato discovered that this will is not as chaotic as the previous one, but it still has a strong spiritual shell, which is enough to resist most spiritual invasions and pollution.

   But, for Plato, this can be broken.

   In the eyes of this saint, countless illusory symbols appeared, and the world in his eyes suddenly changed dramatically.

  All forms are deconstructed, all concepts are revealed, and in this new world, the essence of things is at a glance.

   This is the ideal world, the real world where all wills converge.

  In this world, all things are only distinguished by concepts, but there are no differences in bodies, individuals, and personalities.

  This is the most real world, and the real world people live in is just a false projection. Due to the limits of human cognition, most people cannot access the ideal world, and can only indulge themselves in a false world.

   And in this illusory world, the only thing that human beings can really touch is knowledge.

  Pure knowledge can help people gradually approach the real world and elevate themselves.

   But in the eyes of people in the real world, these human beings who are close to the real world appear weird, crazy, and hopeless. This is the tragedy of human beings, and it is the limitation of human beings whose cognitive scope is limited.

   But Plato was able to spy on such a world.

  After the countless things that obscured his vision were swept away, Plato discovered exactly where the core of that will lies.

  In an instant, a giant of thought rose up and stood on the ground.

   He flows towards that shining will, wrapping it.

   Then, the sharp edge is revealed.

   At the same time, in the torrential rain.

   Urukrok felt a throbbing in his heart.

   As if a vague premonition of crisis lingered in his mind, Urukrouk's eyes glanced around, searching for the source of this crisis.

   The next moment, Urukluk shuddered.

   He trembled as if something had caught his lifeline, and the whole person began to lose his mind, and the past appeared in front of him like a revolving lantern.

   A strong sense of drowsiness attacked Urukluk. He wanted to rest for a while, close his eyes, and ignore the troubles and sorrows of the world.

   But soon, the well-trained octopus discovered the conspiracy.

   As a well-trained warrior, he was naturally exposed to many spiritual attack methods. Therefore, after a brief period of confusion, he found that his consciousness had been invaded.

   Urukrok immediately activated the defense mechanism.

   In an instant, a projection of his thoughts appeared, and several different thoughts were divided into independent parts. Among them, the core id was hidden in the deepest part of consciousness.

This is a passive self-defense mechanism developed by octopuses to deal with mental attacks. It cuts off the mind. In this way, even if some of them are polluted or invaded, the other party will only stay in this isolation area and cannot destroy Urukrouk. All pollution.

   At this moment, in Plato's view, a huge labyrinth of thinking stood in front of him.

There are countless rooms and countless roads in this labyrinth, and there are countless dangers hidden in them. Rushing into it will not only take a lot of time, but it is also easy to encounter dangers. Once you enter those areas full of traps, you may even need your own spirit. subject to wear.

   However, with the offense and defense of Plato and Urukrouk, the octopus' body also fell into a state of near dormancy.

  Covered around him with a thin but hard shell, strong enough to withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion, Urukluk sank into the water, quietly fighting the unknown visitor.

   Just as he was concentrating on this, a little flesh and blood gathered beside Urukluk.

   That flesh and blood soon formed a human shape, only when it condensed into certain parts, it gathered from time to time, scattered from time to time, and seemed to be arguing about which parts of the flesh and blood should be formed.

   Soon, these flesh and blood formed the appearance of Lu Bing.

  Lu Bian looked at the "eggshell" in front of him, and he tapped it first.

   found a crisp sound on the surface, like a stone.

  Lu Bian tried the normal methods and found that the hardness of this thing is a bit outrageous, and the flexibility is quite good. If this material can be reproduced, I am afraid that many technologies in human society can be greatly developed.

  Although biochemical ring materials are specialized in Tiankeng, we have to admit that what restricts the development of most technologies is really materials.

  Lu Bian thought about it and decided to make a new attempt.

   (end of this chapter)