Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 131: Can't win? No matter, the ancestors will help

"What are you apologizing for, Xiao Yuan?!"

Marina wanted to reach out and pat Yuan Qingzhuo's shoulder or rub his head, but when she saw the bright red flesh that was still healing, she withdrew her hand.

"Isn't the reason very simple?"

Yuan Qingzhuo stood up unsteadily with the help of the two men, taking in the ruins and the people crying in the distance.

"Because these people really died because of me."

He felt the wonderful magnetic field force flowing in his body, and then tried to remember the feeling of being able to heal his body very quickly. During this process, he added: "If I hadn't chosen to kill Andre today, these people would not have died today."

"No matter how long they are oppressed, no matter if they live a good life or a bad life, no matter if they live a life worse than death or something like that - at least the fact of death exists."

Yuan Qingzhuo clenched his newly regenerated fist, took a deep breath, and let the strength flow back into his body: "The deaths of people here are caused by my lack of ability. I do feel guilty..."

He said, and walked towards the end of the ruins without hesitation:

"——But what does that matter?"

Yuan Qingzhuo did not seem lost or confused.

Instead, he looked radiant and energetic.

He had to be in high spirits - because even as strong as Andre was, he was just one of the "tentacles" of the Lord of All Machines.

There are even greater difficulties looming before our eyes.

It was hard to imagine how Marina had dismantled the entire Mechanical City into parts bit by bit - even after Yuan Qingzhuo had seen those past memories, he still thought so.

"Marina, you have to remember that there is no one in this world who can do anything and never makes a mistake."

It turns out that Qingzhuo is not a god.

He also makes mistakes that silence himself.

Just like today.

But he will not be sad or cry about it, because sadness and tears are meaningless.

He just bears witness and remembers.

Then keep moving forward.

These mistakes and errors only have one chance to happen.

"It's us."

Marina didn't pay any attention to what he said. Instead, she bared her teeth and corrected what he said a few sentences ago.

"Okay, it's us."

Yuan Qingzhuo smiled.

He suppressed the pain in his head and spread out his martial arts will into a large net for a moment, but he did not notice the Corona Guards rushing towards where they were fighting.

"No……"

A flash of doubt flashed across Yuan Qingzhuo's eyes, but in a moment he suddenly realized - after Andre's death, even if the Lord of All Machines did not control every Corona Guard, it must have controlled the other chairmen in its hands.

In this way, these Corona Guards are equivalent to directly taking orders from the Lord of All Affairs.

The advantage of this is that they can safely rely on Shirakawa Wakaka to recover - the power of the magnetic field is really useful.

However, the opportunity to clear out the clutter in advance is gone.

"Shrink the defense circle... Has the Master of All Machines reached a critical moment?"

Yuan Qingzhuo closed his eyes, trying to use the will of martial arts to connect with his master who was currently somewhere unknown.

But the moment he tried to touch it, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

It was actively linked from the other side.

"Finished?"

The God of War greeted him in a friendly manner, "How many people died? Your girlfriend should still be alive... Oh, but I really want to teach that girl with the sword a lesson. It's a pity for her to have such a talent without a guide. Is she dead?"

Yuan Qingzhuo sneered: "I'm sorry, no one died."

“That’s pretty impressive.”

The God of War praised.

"Old Deng, stop talking nonsense and tell me where that guy is hiding."

"Its main brain and power supply core are all there on the 33rd floor of the Gospel Technology... at least they were there five minutes ago."

Yuan Qingzhuo cursed: "Stop keeping us in suspense and just speak directly!"

"How should I put it... You see, an old man like me is not very sensitive to electronic products, and I can't make an accurate judgment on such a situation."

"So I guess its main brain is still underground in the Gospel Technology headquarters, but maybe it has replaced the power supply core from the one under Gospel Technology to the energy core of the entire Sun City."

"However, it is also possible that the mastermind is also being transferred, but the progress is uncertain."

"Although I don't quite understand the principle, as long as these two parts are completely destroyed, it will definitely be possible to temporarily cut off the activities of the electronic life called the Lord of All Machines in reality. After that, it will be up to you to find a solution."

Yuan Qingzhuo looked at the two locations on the electronic map that were quite far apart, and after two seconds of silence, he asked, "Where are you?"

The God of War replied: "——The thirty-second underground floor of Gospel Technology."

"Where is the Sun City Energy Core?"

The God of War replied: "-Underground of the Corona Tower."

"Then you will be in charge of Gospel Technology, and we will be in charge of the Corona Tower."

"This... is really a bit difficult to deal with. Boy, you always give me such difficult tasks. How can you order your master around like this?"

"I'll use you if you want. If you die, I can summon you again. On the bright side, don't I have countless lives for you to fight and kill?"

"..."

"Too!"

The God of War slapped his head and grinned exaggeratedly.

The God of War, standing in front of the spiral staircase on the 33rd floor, gazed at the crowded fifth-level clones not far away, no longer suppressing his warlike joy.

"Okay, I'll leave that side to you. Just don't let it become a mess."

He disconnected the "communication" with Yuan Qingzhuo, removed the hidden will of martial arts, and boldly stepped into the core protection layer of the Lord of All Machines, opened his arms and laughed at the enemies everywhere:

"Kids, I'm back!"

Nearly a hundred fifth-level clones with different psychic powers locked onto the figure of the God of War in an instant, and lost his presence from their sight in the next instant.

In the sudden strange darkness, the murmur of the God of War sounded: "Since I can still live after death, let's try this trick I stole first..."

He exclaimed joyfully,
"With one golden elixir swallowed, my fate is determined by my will!"

According to the description of the "Immortality Cultivation Method" which was most likely a hoax that was found from some abandoned ancient tomb and could be sold on the street for ninety-nine yuan per copy, the God of War completed the condensation of the "Golden Pill" in an instant.

Then, spit it out heavily.

The dazzling golden light instantly filled the huge thirty-three floors.

Explode for me!
Endless high temperatures and radiation gushed out from the shattered golden elixir, and were about to spread to the entire thirty-third floor, destroying everything in it. It was just like a small nuclear bomb being detonated in a confined space.

But the next moment, the light and heat disappeared mysteriously.

It is space-related psychic power.

A replica forcibly replaced that area of ​​space.

"Since when are people not allowed to set off fireworks? I'm telling you, don't be so pushy."

The God of War gathered the translucent substance that flowed out of his seven orifices due to the self-detonation of his golden elixir, which looked like the blood in a normal human body, into a small ball, threw it into his mouth, and digested it instantly.

Fertilizer does not flow into outsiders' fields.

At some point, he emerged from a tall and thin shadow and placed his cracked, broad and powerful hand on the shoulder of an ordinary man.

Then, thousands and thousands of vibrations broke out.

The God of War's right hand and the man's body were shattered into invisible powder.

The rest of the clones looked at him in unison, as if they were one person, with mocking smiles on their faces.

——Just killing one percent resulted in such a huge price to pay.

"He is really a reckless man."

This is the comment made by the Lord of All Machines flowing in the information platform.

But in the next moment, the right arm of the God of War appeared out of thin air.

Even before he slipped into the darkness.

The smiles on the faces of the clones suddenly froze.

"Hey, don't underestimate me, okay? I've been seriously studying the power of magnetic fields for more than half an hour."

The voice of the God of War emanated from everyone's shadow at the same decibel and frequency.

——Not to mention actually getting the magnetic field working, but it is still easy to heal a broken limb at the cost of leaving permanent sequelae.

"So... let me think about it. How can I pull your brain out of that other dimension?"

While the God of War was speaking, some clones began to use light, fire, poison gas, etc. to sweep the entire thirty-third floor. Some even used methods that even the God of War could not understand.

He sighed in his heart:
Psychic power is amazing.

However, just like he couldn't understand these psychic powers for the time being, if the life-saving skills he had relied on since childhood were cracked by this, he could just remake them without saying anything.

"Space... Space, this is too troublesome. I have never seen it before. Who among the serious martial artists practices moves that can break through space? It is not within the scope of my skills."

The God of War's tone sounded somewhat distressed.

Seeing that he had no other options, the Master of All Machines lowered its computing power, which had been temporarily increased due to its "nervous" mood. It "looked" at the progress bar that had reached 83%, and then controlled a clone to speak.
"Unknown strong man, I think we can talk."

"What? You are also a talking giant?"

The God of War seemed a little shocked, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his tone was soon filled with laughter: "I admit that I am indeed a little helpless with your unique tortoise shell. It is too unrealistic to forcibly increase the power and break the space... I am not as old as Xiao Deng."

"Then I think we can talk more, strong one."

But the God of War completely ignored the Master of All Machines who had transformed into the Talking Giant. He smiled and said:
"But, I have plenty of experience, understand?"

"I have plenty of experience."

He spoke meaningfully, accompanied by some mysterious mumblings: "Grandmaster, I, the 99th generation disciple of Chaowendao, Baihe, am here. With the purest martial arts, the immortal way of seeking, and an unknown divine way as evidence, I would like to ask for a little help from the souls of all of you..."

The Lord of All Machines listened to the murmur in confusion.

"Come out! Any immortal cultivator from the 30th to the 50th generation in the Golden Age!"

But on the thirty-third floor, apart from the strange summoning of the God of War, there was no other movement.

The God of War continued to call out several times.

The Lord of All Machines looked at the progress bar that had risen by 3 percentage points, wondering how this trick of deceiving children could be so useful to this unknown strong man, so he said, "I think we can talk about it..."

"Come out! Any old Taoist from the 30th to the 50th generation who practices Qigong and cultivates immortality!"

This was the ninth time he had called out, and even the God of War couldn't help but wonder, "Is it because I only know martial arts?"

Having said that, the God of War actually did not pin his hopes on an old ancestor who knew nothing. He would not do such a stupid thing.

The God of War is trying to analyze the so-called "different space" and then come up with a big job that can destroy his body like exploding the golden elixir to deal with it.

But just as he was thinking this, a terrifying existence seemed to awaken from nowhere, crossing the infinite distance of space and time to descend here:
"——Which little bastard disturbed my sweet dream?"

The God of War was shocked: "I'll try it, and I can really summon Lao Deng!"

A mysterious voice: "..."

"Hey, look at what you said, nothing else, just want you, the Grandmaster, to knock the space eggshell that breaks when touched."

The God of War answered very cleverly, and then began to doubt whether what was written in those rotten vernacular Taoist books that were no different from storybooks when he was a child was true.

"That's it? Isn't this something written in compulsory education - 'Odds change, evens don't change, space depends on frequency'? Holy crap, do we still need someone to teach us this?"

Wushen: "Old Deng, stop shouting and act quickly."

"Hey, you're still being stubborn with me, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Wait... this talent... is wrong! What generation are you from...?"

"Ninety-nine."

Then the man in the dark stopped talking and fell into a dead silence, as if he was gathering strength to break the strange space where the Lord of All Machines was hiding.

The Lord of All Machines tried every means to find out when the third voice came from, but he silently produced line after line of redundant data codes.

——What is the principle behind this sound?
——Is there really a way for him to find me without possessing the psychic energy [Dimensional Storage]?

The computing power usage of the Lord of All Machines increased by one percentage point unnecessarily.

So weird.

Whether it was the means of killing, the hiding skills or the unreasonable recovery ability, they all exceeded the database and understanding of the Lord of All Machines.

Of course, it is not impossible to explain it with psychic power.

——But could it be that this mysterious strong man is at the same level of sixth level of third psychic energy as Andre?
What’s more, there is this third voice that appeared out of nowhere.

What is the principle of this?
——But it’s okay, there are still twelve percentage points.

——Once the main brain is successfully transferred, the entire Sun City will become its limbs.

The Lord of All Things thinks.

"Huh, I found it... I'd better use this function less in the future. I can't even say a few more words, and it's too unsafe..."

The unknown voice that suddenly became hoarse responded to the God of War.

"good luck……"

Along with the quickly fading "good luck" came a crisp and harsh sound like glass being broken by someone's fist.

The God of War saw it.

The red steel brain of the Lord of All Machines was exposed from the broken alien space!

(End of this chapter)