NFBE Chapter 466
Chapter 466
Chapter 466
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On the center stage of New York's Madison Square Garden, Rocky in a white veil lowered her arm holding the microphone, and looked around with astonished and confused eyes.
Under the stage, the audience in suits and leather shoes closed their eyes tightly and remained motionless, like stiff and numb statues.
The moonlight shone silently, and the night wind rustled. Occasionally, it blew people's hair and lifted the corners of their clothes hidden under the seats, but they couldn't wake them up.
Humans are nature's greatest source of noise, and when humans remain still, silence descends.
The subtle but real sound of the wind, the rustling of insects, the crackling of electrical appliances due to unstable current, and the rustling of water flowing across the concrete road.
In the past, these slight sounds that were easily overlooked were amplified dozens of times and hundreds of times in a quiet environment.
Luo Ji was at a loss on the stage. In a daze, she couldn't help but clenched the microphone tightly with her silk-gloved hand, and immediately there was a tooth-piercing loud clicking sound from the giant speaker.
Luo Ji took a deep breath, and the vision of the gods told her that the audience in the audience did not die, but fell into an indescribable state.
However, it was difficult for her to say what this situation had to do with her.
"What exactly is going on?"
Luo Ji couldn't help muttering to herself.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of the steel ring of the wheelchair rubbing against the stage floor came from behind, and Luo Ji turned around subconsciously, with a divine power lingering in her hands, ready to blast an energy bomb at all times.
"it's me."
An octogenarian old man, sitting on a wheelchair and driven by a smart wheelchair, slowly drove towards Luo Ji.
"Chuck, Professor Charles?"
Luo Ji cried out softly with some disbelief.
It is no wonder that the god of lies and cunning looks like he has seen a ghost. At this time, Professor Charles is so much older than before.
On the big bald head that was originally glistening, it was full of ugly, huge, dark age spots;
The deep eyes that were originally full of wisdom have become full of fatigue, and the wrinkles around the eye sockets are like cracks and ravines, dry and chapped;
The three-dimensional lips that were originally cut by a knife became pale and limp, and a layer of light white beard stuck to the chin, which made people worry about whether there would be saliva dripping down.
(Think about the aging Professor X image in the Marvel movie "Wolverine 3")
Not long ago, the Professor Charles that Luo Ji saw was still a full-fledged, scolding Academy City chairman, the spiritual leader of mutants, the Wallfacer appointed by the Planetary Defense Committee, the new mayor of the second new New York, and the future strong candidate for the United States of America.
But now, it is not a problem to say that Professor Charles is the kind of Alzheimer's patient who stepped into the coffin with half a leg and was sent to a nursing home by his unworthy children at any time.
"Professor, you."
Luo Ji couldn't help crying out, but saw Professor Charles raised his hand with some difficulty, and said softly, "Come with me."
After that, Professor Charles pressed the buttons on both sides of the wheelchair a few times with trembling palms.
On the back of the ordinary steel wheelchair, the blue halo of the anti-gravity engine immediately rose, slowly pushing the wheelchair up.
Luo Ji hurriedly drove her divine power to keep up, and hurriedly asked: "Professor Charles, what's going on? Why is everyone still not moving?"
The old mutant man who was questioned didn't answer, just panting with difficulty, and lifted by the wheelchair, he climbed to the sky above the city.
The condescending perspective is even more helpful for the two to observe the entire scene of Second New York.
I saw that the whole city fell into stagnation and chaos.
The huge screen on the outside of the high-rise building is still playing advertisements according to the predetermined procedure, and the colorful neon lights are shining endlessly, illuminating the street.
All the drivers of the vehicles fell into a coma, and the out-of-control vehicles crashed forward, eventually forming a long queue and piled up together.
Thick smoke and flames rose into the sky, and not far from the disaster site, the pedestrians walking on the street remained motionless, allowing the fire to continue to spread, even rushing towards them.
As usual, Professor Charles, who has a compassionate heart, could no longer bear the idea of saving sentient beings, so he went to rescue those who might die at any time.
But now, Professor Charles just glanced at the humans on the ground with extremely indifferent eyes, and didn't even pay much attention to them.
It didn't come, and Luo Ji felt a cold air coming from Professor Charles, as if he was no longer the kind and kind elder, but a ruthless clay idol.
After a long time, Professor Charles said hoarsely with a voice that was almost lost in the wind: "Do you still remember the description of the idol singer project?"
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Luo Ji said sullenly: "I will become an idol, harvest the power of faith around the world, and use the power of faith to complete the apotheosis."
That's right, all Luo Ji knew was such a short line of words.
As the executor of the plan, she doesn't need to know the whole picture of the whole plan, she just needs to follow the instructions and follow them. personnel) requirements.
"No, not such a short version."
Professor Charles shook his head and said: "Think about it again, I have used psychic powers to instill the true purpose of the idol singer project into your subconscious mind a few months ago.
You can remember. "
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Luo Ji was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes tightly, and lowered her thoughts.
In the depths of my mind, a thought that had been deliberately hidden gradually surfaced and was finally clarified.
"The Idol Diva Project, also known as the Belief Conferred God Project, aims to allow the individual code-named 'Feng Wang' to complete the promotion of the essence of life by collecting the power of belief from the general public.
The power and consciousness of a king are directly proportional to the number of devout believers.
With 30 to [-] devout believers, King Feng can control the body of any believer in the world at will, and project the power projection around the believer for up to an hour. This power projection has [-]% of the power of King Feng's body ;
30 to 70 devout believers can make the power projection of the king have [-]% of the body's ability;
Thirty to one million devout believers can make the power projection of the king have 100% of the ability of the body, and even have a great reality distortion ability.
With 100 million to 1000 million devout believers, the king can control all believers at the same time, creating a power projection with a strength of 0.01% around each believer.
1000 million pious believers will be a technological singularity. Once surpassed, the title of king will produce a highly contagious meme effect.
Whether it is language, images, audio, any carrier can continue to pass on the meme of Feng Wang as long as it carries the information fragments of Feng Wang.
Any ordinary person, after accepting a certain amount of pieces of King Feng's information, will gradually turn into a follower of King Feng.
After becoming a believer, the meme infection can't help but continue to pass on the belief in the king to the same kind around. This process can also be called 'missionary' or 'planting grass'.
According to the original plan, after this Grammy concert, with my personal charm, I will harvest 1000 million devout believers, completely erase their individual will, and cast them into my shape.
At that time, as the king of perfect form, I will be able to complete the transcendence of the essence of life.
I am the beginning, I am the end, I am the one, I am the all, I am the creator of all things, I am the end of all things.
1000 million devout believers will all become my incarnations;
1000 million devout believers will become a weakened version of gods;
Ten million devout believers will use their souls and flesh to form a city wall to resist the invasion of alien civilizations. "
Luo Ji finished such a long list of contents in one breath, and it was not until this moment that the whole picture of the belief in conferring the gods plan was formally formed in her mind.
This plan was proposed by Charles, Ph.D. in Medical Psychology and Ph.D. in Social Psychology, which combines the essence of the three Semitic religions, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and various ancient religions.
It can be said that the King Conferring Project is a product that combines the essence of all belief gods in human history, and has unparalleled advantages in terms of efficiency and reality.
Even Luo Ji had to be impressed by Professor Charles's grand brain and strong hands-on ability.
Although 1000 million individual lives who devoutly believe in Luo Ji will lose their independent will, but they have become a weakened version of Luo Ji, and they can explode with extremely terrifying war potential.
Even advanced civilizations from extraterrestrials may not be able to conquer a planet with 1000 million weakened gods.
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Professor Charles looked at the hope in Luo Ji's eyes and fell silent.
This haggard-faced old man lowered his head like an aging lion.
Uneasy emotions spread in Luo Ji's heart. The god of lies and cunning felt something was wrong, but couldn't say it.
According to the plan, once enough power of faith is collected, Luo Ji's meme effect will be buried in the bodies of all devout believers, and will explode suddenly when the right time comes.
The so-called timing is exactly when the army of alien civilization is overwhelming. Ten million civilians suddenly turned into gods and soared into the sky, releasing divine power towards the alien enemy ship, causing the enemy to suffer a huge blow before they could react.
It can be said that the plan to seal the king is perfect, realistic, and impeccable at the theoretical level, and this is exactly the wall-face plan that Professor Charles told Luo Ji.
The only thing wrong is that Luo Ji herself didn't feel a qualitative improvement in her own strength, and those people who suddenly fell into a coma.
".What's wrong?"
Luo Ji, who vaguely sensed something, couldn't help asking again.
"The King Conferring Project is the Wallfacer Project I told you about."
Professor Charles finally raised his head and said hoarsely, "However, this plan has a fatal flaw."
"What is it?" Luo Ji's thoughts turned sharply, she frowned and said, "Is it the 1000 million victims?"
Indeed, if the planned plan goes forward, 1000 million dead are indispensable, and they cannot be avoided no matter what.
Could it be that Professor Charles, who has always shown himself in the image of the Virgin, feels guilty about the number of 1000 million?
Countless thoughts ran through Luo Ji's mind, but they didn't show on the outside.
However, as if seeing what Luo Ji was thinking, Professor Charles said indifferently: "Before I became a Wallfacer, I had already made enough mental preparations.
In this gloomy and cold dark forest universe, pity for other races is a lie.
Morality, conscience, and bottomless goodness must be based on the continuation of one's own race.If this is not the case, then kindness is pure hypocrisy, it is generosity of others! "
Professor Charles paused for a moment, and an extremely cold expression suddenly burst out from his haggard eyes, "Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, even one hundred million human compatriots, to me now, they are just nothing. It's just a number!
As long as I can preserve the spark of civilization in the disaster of genocide, then I can not only dirty my hands, but also dirty my heart! "
Under Professor Charles' extremely cold gaze, Luo Ji's heart suddenly contracted, and a cold current of fear surged through her body from the inside out.
"Why is that?" Luo Ji asked with trembling lips.
".Because of our estimation of the strength of alien civilizations, there has been a deviation."
Professor Charles's face was tense, his teeth were clenched, and he said hoarsely: "Do you still remember the purpose of the Wallfacer project?
Once you become a Wallfacer, you have to be limited by Sophon's perfect monitoring effect, and you can no longer tell other people. The entire Wallfacer plan has to be formed in the mind of the Wallfacer.
As for Your Excellency Li Ang, as a top transcendent whose life essence has surpassed the scope of human beings, once I connect with him, I will immediately be swallowed up by his huge will - this is like a low-dimensional life looking directly at a high-dimensional life, will be swallowed The essence of the other party was frightened to death.
It can be said that, as a Wallfacer, I cannot turn to Mr. Li Ang's thickest and strongest golden elephant leg.
Moreover, even if I have psychic powers, I dare not use them arbitrarily, for fear that Sophon will perceive the essence of psychic powers, and eventually conquer the powers and decipher the entire king-sealing plan.
I can only plant a seed of thought in you as the executor of the plan, and wait until the time comes to stimulate it. "
Speaking of this, the bitterness on Professor Charles's face became more obvious, "Being unable to communicate with the outside world, I can only estimate the strength of the alien fleet in my mind, and finally formulate the kingship plan.
According to the original deduction, the plan to seal the king is indeed perfect, and 1000 million weakened gods are enough to destroy the earth countless times.
This kind of destruction is not simply cleaning the surface of the earth like a nuclear bomb wash, but crushing the entire earth-this huge solid planet into powder!
However, after in-depth analysis of the dark elf flagship brought back by Mr. Li Ang, I found that even if we collect 1000 million genuine gods, it is far from being able to withstand the entire alien fleet!
Everything that higher civilizations can do is beyond the imagination of low-level civilizations, beyond the imagination of low-level creatures, and beyond the imagination of a decadent old man like me.
I was wrong, I miscalculated the opponent's strength, I was too wrong."
As he spoke, Professor Charles frowned in pain, clenched his fists violently, his thin body trembled uncontrollably, and slapped the wheelchair desperately.
"Did you know? According to the information recorded by the dark elf mothership, even His Excellency Li Ang may not be able to compete with the coalition of advanced civilizations in the entire galaxy!
Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, Luo Ji, I have been with His Excellency Leon for many years, I know that he is almost omnipotent, I know that he can perform all kinds of miracles, even use the rules of the universe to kill a nebula-level great exist.
However, the power of an individual life is insignificant in the face of the alien alliance that can distort the rules of the universe at will!
This is not my imagination! "
In Luo Ji's astonished expression, Professor Charles seemed to lose all his strength, collapsed on the wheelchair, and looked down at the silent city below with dejected eyes.
"When I learned the truth, the plan to seal the king was just halfway through, and it had already failed before it was formally completed, and the original strategic intention could not be realized at all.
Henceforth, I changed the whole plan, from simply conferring the king to a higher level strategic goal. "
After all, Professor Charles pouted his lips towards the silent city, and said indifferently: "To win, you must be crazier than the enemy!
Facing the desperate situation of genocide, we must gamble everything!
Not only bet on the past and present of mankind, but also bet on the entire future!
As you can see, I have abandoned the weak, pitiful and helpless coalition of gods, and pulled 70 billion human beings into my thinking field.
In this field, human beings have a chance to defeat the entire galaxy! "
(End of this chapter)