eurekapd Chapter 642 Special Anchor Points
Chapter 642 Special Anchor Points
Chapter 642 Special Anchor Points
Like two sharp arrows piercing through chaos, Tang Zijun and Chang Lei followed the direction in which the stuttering girl disappeared, plunging headlong into the depths of that turbulent spacetime current churning with purplish-black ink.
However, as soon as they entered, the two immediately felt a stickiness and tearing sensation that was a hundred times stronger than that of the outer battlefield.
The space here is no longer a simple fold or misalignment, but has become a boiling, constantly self-tearing and forcibly stitching-back living entity.
The scene before us defies description using common sense.
The scene they saw was as if countless invisible giant hands were grabbing the edges and violently tearing them in all directions. The scenery presented non-Euclidean geometric distortions, straight lines became spirals, and planes shattered into a kaleidoscope-like combination of prisms.
One second you might see a deep canyon flowing with purple slime, the next you are forcibly stretched and torn apart, revealing a backdrop of deep space shimmering with cold starlight, and this backdrop is then brutally covered by another apocalyptic scene of flowing lava.
The sounds of the environment are cut and reassembled. The roars of monsters may come from under your feet or from the spot above your head that was three days ago. The sensation under your feet changes in an instant. One moment it is hard, cold metal, the next you are sinking into a warm, pulsating swamp of flesh and blood, and the next moment it feels like you are stepping on a void of clouds.
Even the smell of the air was changing wildly: rusty, sweet and fishy, ozone, rotten dust... all flooding into the nasal cavity without any pattern.
The operation of extraordinary power became more difficult and dangerous than ever before. Tang Zijun's azure field was like a candle in the wind, flickering uncertainly under the tearing of chaotic laws. Chang Lei's deception cloak also fluctuated violently, as if it would be peeled off by an invisible force at any moment. Every attempt to stabilize himself or accelerate was like swimming in a viscous asphalt sea, consuming a lot of energy and yielding very little result.
In the midst of this chaotic storm, powerful enough to crush even the strongest will into dust, the slender, cloaked figure clutching the black box appeared and disappeared in the distance.
She was still running, with an almost obsessive, reckless attitude, sprinting towards the deeper turbulent currents, towards the core area churning with the deepest, most desperate, purplish-black darkness.
But in Tang Zijun and Chang Lei's eyes, her condition had become incredibly strange and terrifying.
She was no longer running; rather, she was being forcibly dragged by an irresistible, terrifying gravitational force emanating from ahead. Her body—that frail human form—was being torn apart by this force, resulting in a grotesque deformation.
Her torso and limbs were as if they were being forcibly stretched by an invisible giant hand.
"Her entire being was stretched into a thin, physically defying line. This was not an illusion, but rather the very continuity of her existence being violently distorted. She was like a rubber band stretched to its limit, about to snap at any moment, leaving a twisted, trembling trail against the chaotic backdrop of spacetime."
What's even more unsettling is that the objects on this elongated body trajectory are not uniform.
Chang Lei used his "deception perception" to see more clearly. The girl's body seemed to be disassembled into countless overlapping thin slices belonging to different time segments. Some slices showed her terrified expression a few seconds ago, some showed her taking a step, and some retained even earlier scars... These time slices were misaligned and superimposed along the elongated trajectory, like a wriggling human centipede made up of countless frozen moments of her.
Only the pitch-black box she clutched tightly to her chest remained absolutely stable and intact amidst the terrifying tearing of spacetime. A strange presence, neither light nor darkness, flowed across the surface of the box, struggling to maintain the last vestige of the girl's "continuity of existence" that was about to be completely torn apart in the raging spacetime turbulence.
"This?!" Chang Lei's bloodshot eyes widened. Even with his extensive knowledge, he was speechless for a moment, shocked by the blasphemous sight before him. He subconsciously looked at Tang Zijun beside him.
Tang Zijun's gaze was as heavy as cold iron as she stared intently at the human-shaped trajectory that swayed in the chaos, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
His voice pierced through the howling turbulence, carrying a chilling insight into the essence of things.
"It's gravity...it's tearing at the 'timeline' of her!"
He pointed to the core area in front of the girl, which was churning with the most intense purplish-black color, like a wound in the universe.
"That's not the source in a spatial sense," it's a singularity where existence itself is collapsing and forming, pulling, devouring, and reshaping all "time" and existence that comes near it with irresistible gravity!
He paused, his tone heavy with disbelief.
"She wasn't running...she was being dragged along a path that shouldn't have existed, a path forcibly created by that singularity and constantly being denied and torn apart."
Chang Lei's face, hidden behind the mask, was filled with utter astonishment and disbelief.
The reason he and Tang Zijun were able to maintain relative stability in this spacetime turbulence was because of the special resonance between them, which served as anchors to each other and locked onto one another.
This is almost a clever, near-miraculous tactic in the face of chaos at the level of world rules.
But what about the girl in front of me?
Alone, without companions, without powerful supernatural abilities—at least not displaying any strength sufficient to contend with this level of chaos—she managed to run for so long with only her frail body in this chaotic storm capable of tearing even gods to shreds of time!
This makes no sense at all!
unless...
Unless she also has an anchor point?!
A thought flashed through Chang Lei's mind like lightning, and his blood-red pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints as he abruptly turned to Tang Zijun.
Almost simultaneously, Tang Zijun's deep eyes also flashed with the same insightful light. His gaze, like a tangible chain, instantly pierced through the girl's stretched timeline and nailed firmly to the pitch-black box tightly held in her arms.
"The box!" Tang Zijun's voice, carrying a resolute certainty like the sun breaking through the clouds, pierced through the shrill screams of the chaotic currents of time. "It's that box. It's not just something she desperately tried to protect... it's her anchor in the chaos!"
Amidst the horrific spectacle of the girl's body being torn apart by the forces of time like an elongated rubber band, and the fragments of time being displaced and peeled away, only the black box remained, like the only still rock in the eye of the storm, maintaining absolute stability, and even seemingly guiding the way.
The regular oscillation that Chang Lei clearly captured with his fraud perception was not something that a living being possessed. It was more like the operation of some kind of sophisticated engine or energy core that transcended the dimensions of reality. This pulsation and the resonance with the core of the Canyon Furnace were not a passive attraction, but rather a kind of confrontation or guidance from a higher dimension.
The girl's faint yet pure life force, like a candle flickering in the wind, was never completely extinguished in this filthy furnace.
"That thing... what the hell is it?" Chang Lei's voice carried a complex mix of shock and greed. "Is it also a method of the gods of the era?"
To be able to forcibly create a stable anchor point in this hell ruled by desecrated rules, this box must be far beyond their imagination. It is no ordinary object, and may not even belong to the creations of the Wasteland Era.
Tang Zijun's gaze, however, was incredibly grave, devoid of any covetousness, only filled with urgency regarding the girl's predicament. "There's no time to investigate. That box is her anchor, but also her only lifeline. If she's completely dragged into that singularity," or if the box itself malfunctions... she'll instantly dissipate like a soap bubble in this temporal turbulence!
Before he finished speaking, the timeline stretched out by the girl suddenly shuddered, as if it were being violently torn apart by an even stronger force. The thin pieces of time that made up her "body" made a cracking sound as they were unable to bear the weight, and fine cracks, like shattering glass, began to appear at their edges.
On the girl's extremely elongated, clay-like face, the expression of pain froze and magnified instantly. Her silent scream seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, striking Tang Zijun and Chang Lei's hearts hard.
"How is this possible..." Chang Lei gasped, instantly understanding the terrifying, despairing meaning behind Tang Zijun's words. "Forget it, let's drag her and that broken box out together!"
After Chang Lei finished speaking, he forcibly opened the deception cloak, attempting to lock onto the swaying trajectory amidst the turbulent flow of time and space.
Like two lightning bolts fighting for their lives, Tang Zijun and Chang Lei tore through the chaotic vortex of spacetime and rushed toward the swaying, broken timeline that carried the girl's last existence.
Their fingertips could almost touch the faint coolness emanating from the edge of the girl's elongated, trembling skin.
However, at that critical moment, a whoosh!
An indescribable, terrifying suction force, beyond comprehension, suddenly erupted from the core of that singularity, which surged with the deepest despair and purplish-black.
This suction force does not act on matter or energy, but directly on existence itself. It precisely locks onto the unique anchor point fluctuations emanating from the black box in the stuttering girl's arms.
The girl's timeline, which had been stretched to its limit, was as if its end had been violently pulled by an invisible giant hand. There was no struggle, no resistance, or rather, any resistance was futile in the face of this power. Her entire body, along with the black box she was tightly holding, was instantly captured by this power.
Immediately afterwards, as if a rewind button had been pressed, or as if she had been thrown into an invisible winch, the girl's elongated humanoid centipede trajectory, composed of countless thin slices of time, suddenly contracted and collapsed in the opposite direction at a dazzling yet strangely orderly speed.
All the thin slices, all the trajectories, along with the rock-solid black box, were all pulled headlong into the churning purplish-black core without any resistance.
The whole process was faster than thought; one moment, the girl was struggling on the verge of collapse, the next moment—
Swish! !
As if erased by an eraser, the stuttering girl and the mysterious black box in her arms completely disappeared into that purplish-black vortex that resembled a cosmic wound. There was no impact of overflowing energy, only an absolute, suffocating feeling of being swallowed up.
Almost simultaneously with the girl's disappearance.
An invisible yet indestructible barrier, like the purest crystal wall, appeared without warning in front of Tang Zijun and Chang Lei, standing between them and the purplish-black singularity that had just swallowed the girl.
boom!boom!
Tang Zijun's forward-leaning figure and Chang Lei's close-following afterimage crashed hard into the barrier without any fancy moves.
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