Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Within a few seconds, speculations about the cause of the loud noise and vibration fermented in the minds of the messengers:

boom!

The noise grew louder and louder, and the restless crowd looked up frequently.

Suddenly—

On the dome of the hall, a faint green light pierced through the roof and fell rapidly downwards.

A messenger who had just received an artificial eye discovered that it was a palm-sized cube with an uneven surface made of alloy. A long rope was dragged at the end, and powder scraped from the friction with the concrete was floating in the air.

"Eh? That's—get out!"

The messenger suddenly shouted loudly, half pushing and half bumping his way out of the crowd:

“‘Sword Ball’! ‘Sword Ball’!

White flakes like snow fell from the sky, floating all over the place.

Countless sword balls emerged from the concrete roof above the "Statue of Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth":

It was like the water surface after the heaven and earth turned upside down, with dew drops dripping down one by one...

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Afterwards, countless people claimed with certainty that a god came from outside the atmosphere with divine punishment and trampled down the many high towers of Xianying Palace.

but now--

No one could see clearly what happened. In a flash, the sky had broken apart.

boom!

In the middle of the storage and access hall, a meteorite fell to the ground, tearing a hole in the sky.

The ceramic floor was heaving like raging waves; the shock waves created a strong wind, and the dust formed circles that flew outward, knocking down the people in the lobby and sweeping them away.

When the smoke dispersed slightly, the "Statue of Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth" had disappeared. In its place, there was a giant statue with his hand stroking his long beard and a long sword leaning on the ground; the base was inserted diagonally into the ground -

"Guan Gong! Guan Gong has come to the world!"

The closest messenger wiped the blood from his ears and ran out with dragging feet.

No one understood what happened - because the following scene was even more bizarre:

It was raining in the big hole that occupied one-third of the temple roof.

Rain made by man.

Howl! Countless howls continued into one piece——

"Ah, ah——"

Snapped!

The shouts came from far away and always ended with a wet and damp explosion.

Human bodies fell from the cave one after another and turned into a pool of red and white mud on the ground.

Red and white - from birth to death, nothing more than this.

At this point, no matter how bold or greedy the messenger was, he would not dare to stay here any longer.

The people of Kuala Lumpur are used to seeing rain – but the rain made of human bodies…

Except for the deepest and darkest man-made dreams, it is now.

It was at this moment that Xin stepped into the storage and access hall. He pulled the handle of the industrial transporter and walked slowly towards the place where the loud noise was happening, against the crowded flow of people.

The fleeing messengers split in two in front of him - everyone subconsciously avoided the strange young man wrapped in smoke.

There were three black boxes neatly placed on the cart. The tires were visibly deflated where they touched the ground.

Whatever was in those boxes, they were extremely heavy.

The road ahead was a hill of concrete, and the cart couldn't go through it. So he let go of the handle, picked up a box with a strip of "Storage Hall - Cleared" on the seal, and carried it on his shoulder.

I walked to the "Sky Cave" again and looked at the corpses piled up like a hill: "Rain" had undergone another change.

He touched his face and his palms were covered with rouge.

The deep red "Falling Water Sky".

"This is the blood shed by the soldiers on duty on each floor... It's exactly the same as what the boss described."

The long-lost smell makes people miss it for a long time——

The dying person's urine, undigested food, and feces in the intestines are mixed with blood that has not yet dried.

The boss created a wonder that tastes like the wilderness.

Shin wants more, more...

"There will be."

He raised his head.

Faint sounds of gunfire and the clanging of metal could be heard from the "hole in the sky", along with the occasional falling limbs and human heads.

In the distance, there were stars of bright light scattered around, constantly moving around.

Xin knew that it was the boss who was fighting with the Taoist soldiers.

Xin also knew that he couldn't hold out for much longer—

"The boss's transformation is too little to sustain a long war of attrition."

Countless shining white dots were either leaping vertically, climbing up the walls, or even spraying air from the soles of their feet, rushing towards the place where the flames were bursting.

That was the shining "hexagram" covering the faces of the Taoist soldiers, making them look like a swarm of stars.

On weekdays, there are sixty-four "hexagram groups" of Taoist soldiers stationed in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, totaling three hundred and twenty people.

Even if more than half of them were killed or injured in the "Meteor" plan just now, there are still hundreds of skilled fighters who have been strictly modified and equipped. According to the boss, "If they are put in the market, it would cost a lot of money to hire one."

But that’s okay—the boss has other plans.

“He always has a backup plan.”

Although his new mind was strong enough, this still made him feel indescribably at ease, and he couldn't help but think of the days in the wilderness.

It was like someone protecting your back after you've swung your sword.

Xin walked to the side of Guandijun: the "flying sword" was floating next to him, and the alloy shell that wrapped it was crooked and deformed; this was the result of countless collisions.

He reached out and untied the thin rope at the end.

Then he lifted the lid of the box and took out four short tubes that were tightly covered with protective film and gauze.

They are like flashlights turned in reverse, narrow at the front and thick at the back.

The trembling arm tilted slightly, and the sharp nozzle of the short tube sank silently into the broken ceramic floor as if falling into crushed sand.

"..."

The perceived weight is even close to that of the all-terrain vehicles often driven by horse thieves.

These are four "Yin Lei Generators", also called "fire sticks" by the boss. They are disposable items that he bought from the underground market at a high price.

Xin knelt on one knee, aimed the Yin Lei launcher at the fitting on the outside of the flying sword, and then tightened the fixings one by one with the gripper. He raised the gripper and gently scraped the edge of the mask, knocking out a few sparks.

This harsh voice was transmitted to the boss through the communicator:

"Installation completed."

He took a step back.

drop!

The mouth of the Yin Lei generator suddenly lit up: the boss had received the message and pressed the switch.

A bluish-white molten flow emerges from the pipe mouth, sparkling like a calm lake after rain; gentle and quiet.

I have seen a lake in a new advertisement: In the real world, such a place should not exist.

At least I had never seen it - until now.

The flying sword began to slowly rotate around its longitudinal axis. The terrifying weight did not seem to affect it at all:

The waves also rippled, rose and fell, and rolled and surged, as if they were about to burst out from the Yin Lei generator at any time.

"Get down and find something to cover your back."

He did as he was told, but he still tried to look up, looking at the waves gradually unfolding outside the flying sword.

"It is going to rain."

The person on the other end of the line spoke in a calm tone, as if he were taking a leisurely afternoon break.

hum...

Bluish-white electric fire spewed out from the Yin Lei generator, condensing into a blazing beam of light as thick as a wrist, with a diameter that just filled the range of the "Sky Hole" -

The pillar in the lobby was hit by the "Yin Lei", and a crystal clear scar appeared silently: molten steel dripped from it, like a huge tree that had been cut for sap.

The flying sword was spinning faster and faster, its edges blurred and the visual perception remained as a cylinder; until it mixed the four "yin thunders" into a round curtain mixed with blue and white.

It's a perfect circle...

It is like a blurry but bright bronze mirror, or like a pond reflecting the sky.

It rises upward.

I have never seen a weed cutter, otherwise I wouldn't have such a romantic association.

But at this moment, he only felt that the water light was extremely dazzling and refreshing.

In silence...

The waves go upwards -

It first swept over the Taoist soldiers who had sunk their limbs into the walls of the building or grasped the protruding footholds. There were no cries: when the "water surface" submerged them, they disappeared silently; only the wisps of smoke that rose up were the evidence of their existence.

Then came the leapers, who pedaled like crazy, breaking their shins and buckling their knees—but the swords were faster, much faster.

Among the Taoist soldiers stepping on the flying flames, some brave ones rushed towards the center of the perfect circle. But before they reached it, flames appeared all over their bodies and they sank into the vortex created by the flying sword.

In a blink of an eye, most of the pursuers were gone.

Up, up.

Did the flying sword stop?

Shinichi didn't even bother to blink.

The Taoist soldiers who were lucky enough to preserve some body fragments fell along with the new rain.

The rain has a different look:

At the bottom, a Taoist soldier who was still alive struggled to lift up his tattered body, revealing pipes and broken bones.

Then the raindrops melted his head.

The melted weapons, armor, and even the window frames of the building turned into liquid and dripped onto the pile of corpses, "devouring" the dead bodies piece by piece in a flash.

Even metal turned into water in the sky.

"'Sword of Still Water'."

This is the name given by Fang Bailu.

Steam filled the storage and access hall, making it impossible for Xin to see the scene in the "Sky Cave". But...

"Great Master Turing! What a beautiful sight. What do you think?"

This exclamation, which hit the heart, was not new but came from the side.

"!"

He pushed the ground, used the momentum to bounce to the side, flipped in the air, and landed steadily.

The repaired and modified sword was quietly connected to the gripper and fastened tightly.

But the place where I just crawled was empty.

"What? Scared you?"

The voice still came from the side.