The pressure pulse didn’t strike like a fist. It struck like an alternating high-pressure hammer.
Lin Ke’s vision turned into a strobe of blinding white glare and ink-black darkness, flipping back and forth twenty times every second. One instant, every molecule in his marrow felt as though it were boiling outward toward the stars. The next, the walls of his chest tightly packed inward. It drove all the oxygen from his lungs in a choking wheeze.
Both ancient daemons had locked their self-running routines onto the same mortal map point.
The Sovereign of Genesis had detected a secret write filter on its output bus. The Sovereign of Oblivion had met an uncollectable root reference on its memory sweep.
To the self-running kernel of Heaven, Lin Ke was not an enemy fighter, a demon, or a saint.
He was an illegal third-party process causing total lock contention.
And the system’s self-running response to an unhandled contention fault was simple. Crush the rogue process between the two ancient pistons until the thread ended.
“Master Lin!” Meng Shan roared, lunging forward with his tower shield raised to interpose his own massive body.
