Chapter 1246: The Place He Shouldn't Be At. Only when Chris got closer did he see the grandeur of that city.

At the same time, Chris also knew that this absolutely could not be explained by any Three-Dimensional and six dimensions space-time difference.

A six dimensions object also has a six dimensions volume. If the side length of a six dimensions space is 10, then obviously 1000 cubic structures with a side length of 1 can fill it.

This is the same for Three-Dimensional.

Therefore, a warship that looks like a planet in size absolutely cannot hold such a gigantic city.

It was too huge.

What he thought were skyscrapers when viewed from afar were actually landmasses.

Those things that looked like vehicles or spaceships were actually islands.

Millions of islands, each as vast as a continent, densely covered with buildings.

The buildings looked somewhat like sticks, incredibly slender and neatly arranged.

Looking down at this inverted city from the ground, it felt like looking at some precision equipment.

Chris estimated that he was about 300,000 kilometers from the city, which wasn't far.

He tried to jump over.

However, after reaching a certain height, an invisible barrier stopped him.

Just as he was at a loss, the feather in his hand changed again. It transformed into a small bird, pulling Chris towards the city.

Flying this way, it surprisingly ignored the barrier.

This small bird was very much like a lark, with a beautiful pale yellow crest on its head.

Its wingspan was only about thirty centimeters, yet it could pull the several-ton Chris in flight.

Its speed was very, very slow, probably only five or six meters per second, a speed not much different from Chris's walking speed.

He didn't know how long he had been flying; by calculation, it was probably a year, though he didn't perceive it as that long. Chris was brought by the bird to the center between the two ground surfaces.

Chris felt gravity reverse.

And his body quickly began to free-fall.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground.

But he landed on his feet.

As a Soldier, adjusting one's state in the air was not a very difficult thing.

He stood on a stick-like building.

The diameter of the stick was about 170 or 175 meters, considered quite large.

He stood at the edge and looked down; it was at least 100,000 meters high, and below, there were no so-called roads, no so-called pedestrians, everything was empty, like an abyss.

"So this isn't a real city!?"

Chris frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"That's right, I've always been prejudiced. This is not Human Civilization; why must a place that looks like a Human Civilization city be a city?"

He had intended to jump down and investigate.

Suddenly, a sound of air being torn came from behind him. Chris did not have the powerful reaction ability seen in movies and was hit by something, with most of his body sliced open.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out, and his body began to heal slowly.

He turned his head and saw only a line.

When the line turned, it turned out to be something like a paper cutout figure from a shadow puppet show. Its appearance was like something from an abstract painting, or rather, not an appearance, but lines.

After all, it had nothing that could be called facial features.

"Human, this is not the place you should be, go back!"

The other party spoke, in fluent chinese.

"What is this place?"

"Is it the warship's core?"

Chris had no intention of leaving; he changed the subject.

But the other party did not take his bait.

"Never mind, even a dead person has a purpose. Since you have entered this forbidden zone, then you must have already prepared for death."

With that, its body disappeared.

Then Chris was cut into hundreds, thousands of pieces.

The cube-shaped flesh fell to the ground. When the paper figure tried to collect these pieces of flesh, they wriggled and reattached, quickly restoring Chris's appearance.

"Modern people are not so easy to kill."

Chris looked at the other party with a solemn expression.

He was wearing a mecha, but he was completely defenseless against the paper figure.

"Every cell is your core... It seems that primitive methods like cutting cannot be used."

The other party calmly analyzed.

Chris instantly felt his surroundings turn cold, and the liquid in his body rapidly froze.

In just 1 second, no, half a second, he would be frozen.

Fortunately, the cells in his body quickly vibrated, and his body instantly reached tens of thousands of degrees, stopping the cold.

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