Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 260 259. At least the task of burning to ashes was completed, right?

This is not a magic trick. Sefer actually held the hilt of the sword with both hands just now in order to complete the rotation in the sword path.

It was because of that sword strike that he paid the price of being knocked away - all kinds of errors were reported in front of him, there was a slight problem with the transmission system, and he might even have trouble standing up later.

But it was not a big problem. The sword just now had left the man with only one arm and upper body. Sefer stood up from the groove with difficulty, and saw that the guy stood up with his two legs and buttocks!

What the hell is this split technology?

Then the pair of legs rushed towards this side and were about to kick up. Seifer lay down with all his strength, and the flying and exploding debris immediately covered him.

This kind of guy who only hunts for novelty must not be allowed to stay!
Cypher limped forward, then kicked the severed arm that was still throbbing on the ground... the sword was gone.

"Damn it... Red Crossbow, don't think you've won!"

A bunch of automatic machine guns emerged from the ground, followed by a burst of intensive fire. Seifer hid awkwardly behind the cover and continued to move forward.

That fearless look really irritated the other party. He pounded the ground angrily, trying to get his lower body back, but he couldn't see where it was because of the perspective.

At this point, Cypher finally moved in front of the guy and half-knelt down. "To be fair, you've always emphasized your art, but I think it's a bunch of shit."

"you?!"

"What kind of art is this? Isn't it just about seeing naked bodies? Isn't it just about having high-class female celebrities manipulate their bodies to your liking?"

"After all, isn't that just your fetish? Art? Does it have any artistic elements in it? Even if you just draw something on a piece of paper and sell it for money, I'll still consider you an art money launderer."

Cypher pulled no punches: "But I only saw a smug idiot, short-sighted, displaying his own filth and filth as a self-proclaimed elegant fool."

Anger was evident on the Master Sculptor's face, which was probably made of flesh. He roared inhumanly and reached out to try to grab Cypher, but with only one arm, his range of movement was limited and he couldn't get close to Cypher at all.

"And those [beeping] viewers of yours, what the hell are they doing? They watch weird stuff every day, like they're fanatical fans."

"If the company ends up producing the same model, will your brains be shot out? You and your audience are just a bunch of garbage."

Cypher pulled a dagger from his ribs and stabbed it directly into the gap between his wrist and palm when the big hand swung in front of him.

Although his arms were quickly shaken off and he even fell to the ground, the hacking program had already been injected. The guy who was obviously a strong and muscular man rolled his eyes and vomited a lot of strange liquid, twitching continuously and unable to speak.

He struggled to stand up. The surrounding defensive machine gun turrets were about to open fire, but because Sefer was too close to the president, they could only fall silent.

Then he dragged the crippled guy slowly to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, in the gloomy sky covered with dark clouds, countless combat-ready aircraft were flying like headless flies, and flames and thick smoke could be seen rising everywhere in the city.

Presumably, because the president was busy doing such despicable things, some "people with lofty ideals" also started to riot.

Seifer raised his hand and punched the glass, and a dense spider web instantly spread from the center of the fist.

Another punch, and powder fell from the center of the spider web with a "crackling" sound. Then another punch - under the leaden gloomy sky, a strong wind from the high-rise building rushed into the building, and countless debris and fragments danced in the exhibition hall.

"What a beautiful city!"

Seifer suddenly said to the CEO, whose only brain was still moving, "Man-made things are always spectacular no matter how many times you see them. But you, on the other hand, hide in your room every day, feeling like you're in control of everything."

“What you’re going to say next is: Even I’m part of the company’s stage…right?”

The sculptor chuckled deeply, "Even I'm on the company's stage... How did you know?!"

"Just think of it as me seeing too much. Anyway, I have good news for you. I won't kill you myself because you don't deserve it."

"Bad news... Don't you love art? Art has that kind of joy... the joy of turning the unknown into the known."

Seifer grabbed his thick neck and said, "You will soon experience this joy." Then he threw him down from the building hundreds of meters high, letting him roll like a piece of broken metal in the howling wind, colliding with the building and falling with sparks all the way.

"For throwing objects from such a high altitude, I might even get the death penalty..." Saifu sighed as he lay on the ground. The line of fire formed by the machine gun passed over his head, smashing the already broken French window into pieces.

Then he remembered...wait, where is the antidote for this so-called nano-something?
"Help, is there an antidote to reverse engineer this nano-fixing material?"

If you are undecided, just ask the AI in this world.

Soon, the AI that was broadcasting Cypher's desperate role-playing game here replied that there was, but it was in the basement of this building.

'Compared to your previous artistic creations, your performance is extremely outstanding. What do you want to do next?'

Cypher shrugged, crawled over to the statue of Saint Nai, and after gathering her in his arms, he crawled towards the emergency exit.

He communicated on UI: "The biggest difference between art and reality is that in art, you can put subtitles here, but in reality, I have to deal with the subsequent garbage."

"So, I have a favor to ask of you. Just consider it as... your payment for watching me for so long?"

"Rewards are something humans like to use. We don't need them, but helping our fellow humans is good. What do you want me to do?"

While crawling, Sefer inevitably bumped into the sculpture. Sefer paid special attention to it, and this level of damage... did not damage the thin outer shell at all.

Oh, it would be great if such a good thing could be made into a bulletproof plate.

He contacted Laika directly: "How long will it take for the vision to dissipate?"

"Three minutes left, two minutes and fifty-nine seconds..."

Regarding the battle just now, Leica could only silently sigh that the independent mercenaries were really strong. She couldn't even keep up with the battle movements just now.

"Okay, in two minutes and fifty seconds, please detonate all the ammunition reserves in this building. And if you don't mind, please help me blow up the ammunition reserves of other 'entertainment companies' in the city."

"It's simple, but what's the point of doing this? It will only disrupt the order established by humans."

"The answer is to give some people some opportunities. Maybe in the future, humans will not become extinct, but instead we can cooperate with you and achieve win-win results?"

"It's an interesting concept, and it's already been set."

Seifer thought for a moment, then placed the statue of Saint Nai horizontally on his legs. He sat on the edge of the emergency passage where the cold wind was blowing, looking at the city that was gradually becoming chaotic, and added.

"How about starting from the outside and finally bombing the building I'm in? As long as it can be completely destroyed, it'll be fine."

'Can. ’

Let Shengnai's eyes see outside.

The overall atmosphere was a depressing dark brown. A huge city shrouded in mist at the edge of the distant city suddenly lit up with brilliant flames.

They came from far away, layer by layer, and the low vibrations and roaring fireballs made the glowing blocks at the bottom gradually illuminated by flames.

A deafening roar shook the towering building, which was the nearest building to be destroyed by the surging flames, a roar of catharsis.

In the end, Seifer only felt that the whole building began to roar with destruction after a series of shocks.

At the same time, the countdown for the existence of the vision reached zero, and the two figures suddenly disappeared in this visionary world that was about to be turned upside down.

The flames and rising dust completely enveloped this city, which once had a prosperous entertainment industry and almost never stagnated.

(End of this chapter)