I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 286 Quantum Mage Variable Sub-Ghost

At this time, the picture on the video wall changed again. Rich quickly shuttled through the space of various shades of blue, white, green, dark, etc., and the pattern was no longer high-definition, and a low-pixel mosaic square appeared.

"Have you entered Limbo Prison?" Constantine asked suspiciously, "Aren't you in the network cable?"

"I can be a god on my own host because my firewall won't attack me.

But other people's firewalls will not allow 'external data' to do whatever they want.

Well, my soul has almost become a quantized set of data.

Of course, I can also spend a little time to overcome the firewall of other people's homes.

That's what ordinary hackers do.

The waste of time and energy is not small, and it is easy to trigger alarms.

As a quantum mage, I have more efficient means to form a dimensionality reduction attack on all existing Internet defense mechanisms. "

Rich was triumphant, and as he continued to "forward", paragraph after paragraph of information about the Holy Crusaders fell into the small cartoon box in the corner of the screen.

The numbers on the surface of the small box are faster than running seconds.

He is downloading the crusade information he found on the Internet to his own host.

"What dimensionality reduction blow?" Constantine asked curiously.

"You can think of the firewall as a closed three-dimensional house, and ordinary hackers can only open the door or open the window if they want to enter.

But I have entered the Limbo Hell of the digital world.
You've seen Harley's blimp, which travels at barely twice the speed of sound in the physical world, yet it actually moves almost beyond light.

Why?

Because it jumps into Limbo, moving in a higher dimension above the three-dimensional space.

Limbo Hell is the fifth dimension beyond time and space. "

Constantine said thoughtfully: "Ordinary hacking is like drawing a circle on two-dimensional paper. To enter from the outside of the circle, you must open a hole in the circle.

Your quantized soul, however, jumps from the three-dimensional world into the circle of the two-dimensional paper, completely ignoring the circle. "

"That's right, I'm like a person in the three-dimensional world, looking down at the ants in the two-dimensional paper world, all firewalls are in vain.

As long as my direction is correct, I can call up any information I need at will, for example, Tongue of Fire-Oupai Karma!

John, check this out. I think I've found the heart of the Holy Crusader! "

The screen changed again, and the holy white light replaced all colors. Even Richie in suits and leather shoes radiated a faint golden glow from the inside out, as if he had become a holy spirit.

Rich started with a $100 donation from Constantine's brother-in-law to the Pyramid Prayer Meeting in Jersey City, went through 25 systems on the way, collected thousands of secret information about the financial operations of the Crusaders, and finally came to Glastonbury, England , a bank called 'Barack'.

Then, he formally entered the defense range of the Holy Crusaders.

According to Constantine's request, collect all emails, telephone communications, mobile phone address books, etc., and then screen the information related to Zed.

He found Zed's location.

Right here at Glastonbury, the headquarters of the Holy Crusaders.

He subconsciously jumped into the defense system of the Crusader headquarters.

Very simple, yet extraordinary.

This time, he encountered a really strong defense.

"God, John, did you see that? I'm just near the edge of the Crusader Firewall. Look around. There are so many traps everywhere.
Damn, I guess it's just bait on the surface.

The really powerful things must be hidden where I can't see them. ' Richie exclaimed.

On the screen, a huge dotted space appeared, the ground was a dark blue circuit board, and golden ideas quickly moved along the circuit.

The sky was a holy golden color, as if the City of Silver was just above.

Richie is like an ant on the ground, humble and insignificant.

Around him, energy beams of various geometric shapes jumped out from time to time.

He ran fast, and there was a triangle of silver energy combination rising from the ground in front of him. He jumped, like a well-trained circus lion, easily passed through the "ring of fire", and then was blocked by the obliquely placed square.

He is like a spider, jumping into the square and jumping out again.
"What is the square frame in front of you?" Constantine cried nervously.

"A minefield full of traps and logic bombs, designed to prevent unauthorized access to the core area." Rich gasped.

"Can't you deal a dimensionality reduction blow to the existing network defense system?"

Constantine clenched his cigarette butt, frowning tightly.

Even if he doesn't know a single line of code, he can see that Rich's situation is not good at this time.

"I am in the high-dimensional Limbo Prison, which can reduce the dimensionality of the physical network on the earth, but the Holy Crusaders obviously also master quantum magic technology." Rich said.

Konstantin subconsciously approached the console and put his hand up, "Rich, your machine is heating up, the hard disk inside? CPU?

I don't know what it is.

They were running so loudly that they could be heard outside. "

Rich didn't answer him, and the golden light on the screen got brighter and more dazzling.

"Rich?" Constantine noticed something was wrong and shouted, "Rich, retreat quickly, back first? Damn, Rich, where are you?"

The screen was all gold and silver, and Richie was completely gone.

"Rich!!"

Constantine took out his Nokia and was about to call Halle.

"Oumai Karma, it's great!" Rich's voice suddenly came from the stereo.

He exclaimed excitedly: "I feel it.

The flickering electronic information synapse is like a flickering light bulb.

The subatomic vibration is like a passionate dance music.

God, I am resonating with all things, I seem to embrace the whole universe, the holy hot sun is in my heart-"

"Fack!" Constantine's face changed in horror. He smelled the smell of burnt protein, and when he turned around, he saw Rich on the chair smoking.

Very familiar scene.

On that day, Little Black Bean woke up. He, Zatara and other mages jointly psychic Harley and said that there were spies from the wizarding group hidden among them. pollution of the soul.

At this time, Rich took the initiative to put his quantized consciousness into the divine light of heaven.

"No!" Konstantin knelt on the ground with a thud, wailing in despair.

"Boom!" The flames were burning, crackling, and the grease bursting.

"Om————————————————————————————————————"

The smoke rose to the ceiling and immediately triggered the automatic fire alarm system, spraying white foamy waterless fire extinguishing agent in all directions.

In an instant, the host console, Constantine's body, and the video wall were all covered with a layer of weird-tasting foam.

Kerich is still burning.

Its combustion does not require oxygen, and it burns into a piece of coke from the inside out in less than a minute.

"Ricky."

Constantine stood up, stretched out his trembling fingers, and gently touched his friend's cheek, which was oily.

"Crack!"

The body was burnt to a crisp.

The head broke from the neck and fell to the ground, shattering into a lump of soft coke.

Very crispy and crispy.

"John?"

"What?" Konstantin was startled, and quickly turned around and ran to the video wall, wiping away the foam vigorously.

The screen seemed to be powered off and went completely black.

"Rich, are you still there?" he called tentatively.

"Hahaha, John, you have no idea where I went, go and call Harry over, I'll be right back, I'm going to be in front of you—hey, it's right here, where did the exit go?"

"Konstantin, what are you doing? Did you take the consciousness helmet off my head?" Rich asked eagerly.

"Sorry, job, something happened"

Konstantin took out Ska again and lit a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes flickered like cigarette butts.

"What accident, can you speak clearly?" Rich felt bad, with a tremor in his voice.

"You're back, back to this host, back to your little kingdom, right?"

The hesitation on Constantine's face disappeared, his eyes became sharper, and finally his eyes fell on the power socket in the corner.

"Yes, I'm back, but everything seems to be very strange. Many instruments can't be used, are they burned?" Rich asked in surprise.

"Your spirit, the quantized soul, has completely returned to the host?"

Constantine confirmed again.

The fear in Rich's heart was expanding, and he shouted excitedly: "John, tell me, what happened—"

"Om-crack!"

Constantine suddenly unplugged the power, the main unit buzzed for a while, and then completely shut down, Rich's screaming stopped abruptly.

"sorry"

Constantine sat weakly against the foot of the wall, his vicissitudes of cheek slipped off the crystal, and his fingers holding the cigarette trembled uncontrollably like a Parkinson's patient.

"Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson?" Someone shouted outside the door, "The fire alarm was triggered just now. Is it a misunderstanding?"

Constantine wiped his face, picked up his cell phone, and called Harry.

After half an hour.

It was still the quantum communication laboratory dedicated to Rich, and Rich's charred body was being carried away.

When the outsiders left, Harry said with a grim expression, "Since we found out that the Crusaders also possessed the technology of the quantum paradigm, why didn't we withdraw earlier? His wife is about to give birth, do you know?"

"I don't understand those quantum magics, he is an expert, he should know how to judge, and, I did yell, call him back." Constantine said in frustration.

"Seeing the holy light coming out of the screen, you should be vigilant to detect something is wrong!" Harry said.

"If the time went back to two hours ago, I would rather not come to you. I don't want him to die. I never knew that would happen."

Constantine took out a cigarette and lit one numbly.

There seemed to be a thick shadow covering his whole body.

Huge pain and self-blame, even Harry next to him could feel it.

She sighed, and she couldn't blame her anymore, she just asked:
"Since he came back later, it means there is still salvation.

But when you unplug the power, the digital soul will suddenly lose power. His soul can't be backed up in the hard disk like ordinary data, right? "

Constantine exhaled a smoke ring and said bitterly, "I did it on purpose."

"On purpose?" Harry raised his voice.

"I deliberately called him back, let his digitized soul stay in the mainframe intact, and then unplugged the power to let him completely free." Constantine said.

"Relief?" Harry frowned: "As long as the soul is still there, there is hope of rescue."

"You have been exorcising demons in recent years, don't you know that the undead that stay in the world are the targets of exorcising evil spirits?
Rich is my friend, I can't save him, and I don't want him to become a ghost in the machine. "Constantine said.

Harry said in a deep voice, "At least explain the situation clearly and give Rich a chance to choose."

"Choice? What choice does he have? Are you willing to give him the Heaven Card?"

Konstantin blows out his cigarette, feeling agitated.

(End of this chapter)