Chapter 1893: with translation of chapter title

NO. 511: Closing a door is still quite difficult.

Although the power's manifestation looks like a black hole kneaded together capable of crushing everything.

Actually it really is a super‑gravitational mass capable of crushing everything, but Aomo, who is temporarily standing in for the Star‑Devouring Wings, does not intend to turn it into the ultimate catastrophe that would swallow the entire Hei'an region.

Actually, it doesn't even have that capability.

The Star‑Devouring Wings, projected down in a very obscure manner, are essentially just a limited avatar, and they are even being dragged backward every second by the irresistible extra‑dimensional void behind them.

That, too, is a matter of method.

After all, it is a dimension above the digital world, the fundamental law of the entire universe—not even something that can be targeted, but simply the backlash of Ghidora's forced, short‑lived method of opening a rift and descending.

If there were spare energy, the activity time could be extended, but unfortunately this body indeed has no spare energy.

Even achieving the full‑map transmission that is the basis of the battle plan requires a huge amount of energy, and the most suitable energy at present is undoubtedly the dragon‑like body constructed from partly locally sourced material and partly high‑dimensional projection.

Then let's do that.

Aomo Lindun's decision is merciless and without hesitation.

Although the dispatch aperture behind him has only swallowed up to the wing base, the time limit he himself calculated for the Star‑Devouring Wings is at least five minutes or more—longer than the early Ultraman—enough to unleash a respectable DPS on the battlefield with the guerrilla tactic of 'don't pick fights you can't win, seek out those you can damage, sneak up on the inattentive!'

But resources should not be used this way.

Retreating in this way may be dignified, but it has little effect on the overall battle; moreover, if this fight were fought normally, even a victory would be a pyrrhic win, just like the countless final battles in Digimon TV anime—where the world constantly watches a few kids save the world.

That world was indeed saved.

But the camera won't show those whose networks were occupied by villains, whose power‑system permits were temporarily usurped, and moreover some Digimon that burst into the real world when the barrier between reality and the digital world became unprecedentedly thin and extremely close, exercising the Digimon's characteristic subjective initiative, causing the ensuing consequences.

Network congestion and server crashes often mean losses of hundreds of millions of yuan; large‑scale loss of control of the power grid will even put local hospital patients through a roller‑coaster of danger; and Digimon that rush into reality amid the chaos, beginning to live by the law of the jungle, pose a test of the local police and civilian militia—this is the actual cruel reality of the Digital World War.

Because the digital world is hosted on the network, and human civilization is highly dependent on the network, every apocalypse‑level crisis in the digital world invariably brings several waves of aftershock‑like disasters to the Federal network—not to mention that some nasty, clever Digimon are becoming increasingly active.

They can not only seize opportunities, but also call in allies to carry out operations comparable to human gang‑style crimes; the only thing they lack compared to humans is probably not having grown up in the Federal environment, so they lack awareness of the Federal law‑enforcement intensity and the strength of its forces, often leading to misjudgments.

So most of them don't stay at large for long.

But this is still a mess.

Aomo has gone through them. Whether out of interest or work, he will flip through every reference he can as much as possible.

Whether it is data from the Hei'an region, from the main world, or even those like the Demon Realm area that relies on the Bade District, relying on the main world's extra‑dimensional Wachelniell, and the Iliad where the Olympian Twelve Gods reside in a secret realm within the main world—he also reads them all to ensure that allied forces he can rally will have an advantage over potential enemies.

Then comes data concerning the real world.

Data on the real‑world damage suffered during the several collapses and apocalypse‑level crises of the digital world—since this was once a popular field of study, there is a fair amount of well‑organized detailed material, saving him a lot of effort.

But the results are not very optimistic.

Each time the real‑world disasters accompanying a catastrophe increase, this is a reality that even the Federal law‑enforcement's continual improvement cannot avoid. It is easy to imagine that as the human world becomes ever more developed and our understanding of the digital world grows, the brutal elements of the digital world are also gaining experience and gradually becoming more professional in their actions.

They may even have developed an embryonic form of education based on mutual‑aid groups in the gray and black sectors.

It is precisely because he saw this step that the demon drew a conclusion. Although said to be a conclusion reached only recently, in fact it had been lurking in his strategic thinking long before, merely never having been singled out and analyzed.

That conclusion is to catch the turtle in the urn.

It is utterly natural, practically the classic answer that the Holy Terra Federation has developed over hundreds of years, seeping into every corner of life and finally reaching his subconscious actions.

Yes, public facilities, military installations, government buildings, corporate towers, together with the ever‑increasing number of apartments and residential areas, are popularizing protective measures such as barrier‑generating devices and building‑solidifying spell formations; all of them serve this education, teaching you how to guarantee a perfect encounter with the enemy and disaster relief: first pack everything you need to handle into a place that is hard to break and will not affect anyone nearby.

Whether it is a temporarily fabricated extra‑dimensional space like the Meta region, or an extra‑dimension with a long existence history merely because the Federation discovered it and set up a transmission beacon—

Even the specialized cloud‑network space specially prepared by the Network Supervision Agency for detaining dangerous cyber criminals, if obtainable, is equally an excellent perfect battlefield.

The only problem is that the specialized cloud‑network space prepared by the Network Supervision Agency is usually meant for solitary confinement of criminals, rarely used to hold large numbers of them.

It is not because we fear criminals uniting to break the space, but because such facilities, in order to emphasize absolute closure and sturdiness, usually have no room for other suppressive functions.

In other words, if there are criminals inside, every time the door is opened there is a risk that the original inmates will escape.

Therefore it is unsuitable for mass incarceration, and a rotating transfer method is out of the question.

So what if we could achieve the entire transfer in a single instant?

Transferring the millions of ambush troops on the wasteland, together with the demon king, the remnants of the cult, and the savior team that has come from the main world, all at once to outside the digital world measured in zettabytes (ZB), at the boundary of the secondary network—a god‑like transfer—this kind of feat, which even the gods of the digital world could not accomplish, is it feasible in Aomo Lindun's hands?

Yes, brother, yes.

Please watch the VCR: if the local deity cannot intervene, then let the King of Void, who does not exist in this world, exert himself to the utmost to manifest this divine trace!

The super‑gravitational mass capable of crushing everything was not born to crush anyone; it is merely the ultimate kinetic energy for driving the divine trace, and its strong gravity, which can distort spacetime data, further enhances the ultra‑wide‑area transmission wormhole powered by a black hole.

Just an instant!

Neither demon king nor demon god can escape!

The super‑gravitational wormhole that uses the erosion of black‑hole data as power swallowed everything on the wasteland, and even caused electrical disturbances on the underworld wonder known as the Gate of Great Sin—

Hum!

In the intense yet low‑humming vibration, the door pattern above, which originally had four lit symbols and now only three flickering on and off, at this moment looks like a lamp panel lacking local power.

Pride, greed, and envy are completely dimmed.

This is proof.

It proves that its data did not return to the door, nor does it guarantee its existence.

It also proves that the supreme law that naturally stands over the entire Hei'an region has been partially severed.

?? Unrelated tips:

? Although I also want to take a day off on May 1, after all it's more respectful to the readers who follow the updates to announce a break after another round of updates.

? So, May 2—that is, tomorrow—I might take a day off, though I might not; it depends on whether it's convenient to write (because there's an out‑of‑town brother coming over, so there's a possibility of a real‑life side branch).

? In short!

? Wish everyone a happy May Day! Those off work, have fun and rest well; those working overtime… may your overtime go smoothly and not be hung up by the boss.

? (End of chapter)