Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

In any case, it would be best to kill her before that...

"It's logical, but I don't have time to think about it now. I have to find her weakness."

The other is the transformation of other humans; after completion, she can even completely replace the other person's personality: based on current findings, she can at least invade other people's bodies through artificial meridians. Based on this inference, Fang Bailu suspected that the artificial meridians were actually a recompiled fungal aggregate, or they carried a targeted virus that could target the innate qi.

Whether it was the former or the latter... Fang Bailu had no means to fight against it, as he knew very little about this aspect.

Although Fang Bailu had already guessed about the form of power that the Xihe girl might possess when he discovered Xiaoxin's terrifyingly excessive metabolic rate or the terrible influence of the immortal body on cognition...

But he was still shocked when the immortal who had been in hibernation for hundreds of years showed a glimpse of the way to immortality.

There are very few companies in New Malaysia that are involved in biochemical technology. In comparison, companies in the Philippines are more research-oriented. But they are still far from this level.

If we were to name it according to the standards of the new era, Fang Bailu would say: This socially anxious guy has a "Nine-turn Golden Body", or he has already become a saint in the flesh -

flutter!

With a faint crisp sound, Fang Bailu finally passed through the membrane between reality and illusion and reached the digital space.

What greeted Fang Bailu was a shell composed of endless darkness and silence: his electronic body.

The electronic body was a sticky and heavy shell that obscured Fang Bailu's five senses.

It is an unspeakable horror to other witnesses... but it also requires the enemy to "see" it.

Under the shackles of his electronic body, Fang Bailu could not rely on his plundered reserves of magical powers - ever since the Compassionate Knife dug out Huang Wuye's memory for him, he began to prepare to intervene in the battle in the digital space.

Although those powerful software for searching and locating enemies cannot be used, there are still other means that can be used.

For example, guiding the "gaze" of the Xihe girls.

His idea was simple: since he couldn't actively put his electronic body in front of the enemy, he would place it where most people could see it.

This place is the public digital space of Kuala Lumpur: due to the connection between the Xihe girl’s body and optical fiber, she is always in a digital space online.

However, not everyone has the authority to broadcast freely in public digital space. Even a person as skilled as the Mercy Blade can't do anything about it.

In the new Malaysia, apart from the big corporations, there is only one type of person who can do this:

These artificial idols, no matter how obscure they are, have the power to enter the public eye and compete for people's attention - companies like to see their products compete with each other.

Therefore, A Tong is the core of this plan. Fang Bailu's electronic body must pass through her to squeeze into this place of public attention; at the same time, due to Xiao Xin's presence, she can also slow down the reaction time of the Xihe girl.

……

At this time, Ah Tong had the program written by the Compassionate Blade installed on her body. Once it was running, she could provide Fang Bailu with what he needed most at the moment:

Like a beacon of attraction in a storm.

She will draw the attention of the Xihe girls to Fang Bailu's electronic body.

……

Fang Bailu could be sure that the intelligence of the Xihe girl was rising - but the level of performance was still at a level he could imagine. This might be because her technology had not yet reached the point where it could stably strengthen neurons and their synapses, or it might be a sacrifice made to maintain her personality.

Otherwise, she could have found a more efficient way to guide the tide of destruction that was spreading across Kuala Lumpur.

Compared to those strange limbs and organs, the unmodified brains of the Xihe girls should be more fragile; moreover, they did not use any auxiliary equipment for mind wandering.

If even a Qigong practitioner who can use his Yin spirit to leave his body loses his external incarnation with the help of a magic weapon...

So, can the immortal who is undergoing transformation escape unscathed?

"I'll see."

Just like animals in nature would try to make themselves look bigger in order to scare their opponents, Fang Bailu also stretched out his electronic body.

When it went online, the tablet automatically sent a start signal to the Mercy Knife.

Faintly, the words of Mercy Blade could be heard. These modified programs sounded ethereal and strange:

“…The Buddha said:

All sentient beings -

All eyes on me…”

……

Yi Daiyan stood there, as if he was crazy.

Even at the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't help but be horrified by this performance that seemed to be made of life -

Until a sharp pain came from his head.

"what!"

He clutched his helmet tightly, and hallucinations appeared in his eyes:

In the vast emptiness, there stood a "person". Whether one raised his sight to an infinite height or looked to the extreme left or right, He remained where He was.

His skin was neon, a wasteland, an ocean he had never seen before: extremely smooth, yet seemingly composed of densely packed details. Ordinary words were no longer enough to describe this size. It was more like something that was transformed from the concept of "huge" itself.

This illusion is connected with reality, and keeps jumping on the retina - the radiant girl playing a musical instrument in the center of the city is overlapping with the illusory figure.

"what happened?"

This feeling of carrying multiple dual cultivation simulators at the same time made him want to vomit. However, he was clearly not in a trance state.

The intracranial pressure was rising rapidly, and there was a dull pain behind the eyeball. If there was a mirror in front of his face, Yi Daiyan could see the bruises on his face caused by the burst capillaries.

"Are you okay...? Did you choke?"

The child next to him jumped up awkwardly and patted Yi Daiyan on the back.

The police officer shook his head with all his strength - the changes were continuing to intensify, but they were coming from the monsters around him.

puff.

At first there was just a muffled sound, and then the sound became continuous.

Monsters' heads are constantly "exploding" all around - to say the least is a bit of an exaggeration.

Thin columns of blood spurted out from the seven orifices of most of the monsters, while a few were even more exaggerated: pink brain tissue overflowed from their eye sockets and nostrils, and even pushed their eyeballs out of their eye sockets and hung down on their faces, pulled by bright red optic nerves.

Yi Daiyan naturally had no idea of ​​his luck—if he had not yet completed his transformation into the Xihe girl, he would have ended up like this.

The screens and panels that were still functioning flashed chaotic bright lines, distorted by some kind of interference. Yi Daiyan saw the dance of the holographic models freeze, then explode into blocks of color.

Electric sparks flew out from the inside of the helmet and burned his cheeks; alarms kept popping up on the information panel that various modules were offline due to errors.

The child dragged Yi Daiyan by the elbow and helped him move forward. They passed through the dripping blood rain, and the flickering lights cast the twitching and twisting shadows of the monsters.

Yi Daiyan wiped the blood splattered on the visor of his helmet.

Although he was not a colleague of those in the Information Security Department, he still noticed what was happening in front of him:

"Someone has released a data bomb on the public network in Kuala Lumpur!"

Moreover, it is an equivalent that has never been seen before.

Chapter 187 Song (Part )

A tsunami has been set off in the digital space of New Malaysia.

No one had ever seen anything like this: something heavy seemed to have sunk into the ocean of information deep within the Internet, causing incalculable amounts of data to overflow the carefully programmed dam and pour into the public space.

The smarter ones logged off early, many of whom were pilgrims who were making online pilgrimages to the temple. It was hard not to make this choice when they saw the magnificent and golden walls of the "Discrete Random Variable Zen Temple" being washed away by the tsunami, and the binary relics and digital golden bodies enshrined in the Buddhist temple being swept away.

However, the wanderers who were quite skilled in magic were hoping for a lucky break. They tightly closed the ports and nodes of the cave, and used talismans and formations to set up gates to block the influx of information.

This didn't last long.

Whether it was the downloaded forbidden spells, purchased bead curtains or hastily built hut fences, all firewalls were shattered; those brains still sinking into a trance state were instantly swept through and overwhelmed by incomprehensible information.

They could not escape the fate of falling into a long-term coma or even becoming a vegetable; the computers in reality were all burned and became waste that even the garbage collectors did not want.

But most of those who logged off in time suffered only mild brain damage: they lost their short-term memory for a few days, but were haunted by the same nightmare for months afterwards.

These patients, to some extent, revived the post-disaster economy of Malaysia: at the very least, those mental health practitioners made a lot of money.

It’s just… in the patients’ descriptions and derived visual memories, the same illusions are present in deep dreams.

It was a hazy and turbid shape: a huge human-like figure that reached the sky, with its angular body shrouded in the richest black - only after magic and post-processing could it be discovered that the surface was covered with extremely fine and incomprehensible characters.

After visiting and investigating, researchers of cyber theology concluded that this was not an occasional collective delusion, but a sign that an electronic god had awakened in the digital deep sea. Those nightmares that kept people awake were not diseases or scars, but a blessing and luck.

Later, the requiem masters who made a fortune from this incident worshipped him as the ancestor and gave him a title based on the visual data collected from the patients' brains:

"The myriad dark colors of the ten directions frighten the Heavenly Venerable who has revealed the key to the Yellow Millet key."

More common nicknames are "Gray King", "Great Mysterious Lord", "Nan Ke Zheng Fa Zhen Jun" and "Old Dream God".

After word of mouth in the city, underground discussions in forum groups and encrypted sharing of memory fragments - He finally occupied a place in the new alchemy system of god construction, in charge of electronic dreams, hallucinogens and the amygdala, the fear center in the human brain; sleeping pills and electronic drugs in His name have made countless pharmaceutical companies a fortune, and anesthesiologists also need to use speakers to play scriptures about Him when performing operations; creators who have lost their inspiration will desperately turn out His portrait hidden deep in the computer when they are desperate, trying to gain enlightenment and a hint of enlightenment before their brains are damaged; the story about Him "ending His ten thousand years of slumber in the white coffin and emitting colorless divine light, rising from the deep sea of ​​information with a divine body that cannot be looked at directly, and finally swallowing 9.99 million brains to ascend" is even popular and active in the theme selection of holographic artworks.

There are also lunatics who claim that he is just a collection of electronic waste and should be worshipped by garbage dealers. This claim was quickly destroyed by the fists, feet and guns of the messengers. But he also has another incarnation: "Sloppy Lord", who is said to be the patron saint of garbage dealers and second-hand dealers.

“The Heavenly Venerable Who Manifests the Key of the Yellow Millet, the Mysterious Color of the Ten Thousand Flowers in the Ten Thousand Directions” is also a rare new god that originated in Southeast Asia.

But that’s a story for another day.

At this moment——

Fang Bailu had no idea that he would be deified as time went by, nor did he know the butterfly effect his electronic body would trigger throughout New Malaysia - he was just listening carefully.

Listen for possible explosions: the sound of storage media failing under the strain.

Although countless souls and seven spirits were exploding into 0s and 1s in the deep and dense sea water, only a few scattered explosions passed through Fang Bailu's electronic body and turned into auditory signals.

The sound became louder and louder, and finally became one like raindrops.

Fang Bailu felt that the auditory hallucinations from far away were so lively and pleasant, reminding him of the scene during the Spring Festival.

"it is good……"

But deep down in my heart, there is still an unresolved worry:

Does this solve the problem?

He thought back to the other two plans and made preparations.

……

In a reality that Fang Bailu could not see, the Xihe girls began to move.

Although their heads were still fixed like chicken heads or Steadicams (camera stabilizers), and their eyes, spewing blood and brain matter, were looking at A Tong and Fang Bailu respectively, their bodies began to move again.

Countless two-headed bodies were running, leaping, or gliding, gathering towards the center of the city - exactly where the holographic Atong was.

It was a dense crowd of people, like a pilgrim procession rolling through the streets and alleys.

Then...

The Xihe girls who were the first to reach Atong's feet put their shoulders around each other and hugged each other. The later ones stepped on their backs and shoulders and climbed up.

The holographic image of A Tong was being painted with flesh color bit by bit - just like a coloring game, except that it was real "flesh".

The flesh color quickly extended upwards, a human pyramid that was about to reach the level of a million people. However, when it spread to the height of A Tong's knees, the Xihe girls collapsed.

The human body cannot achieve the same strength as a building.

But the game is still going on. Like a pyramid, countless human bodies are stacked up.

The girls at the bottom of the Xihe River were constantly being crushed and squeezed by the weight of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of their peers, like sardines being packed into a small can. Their broken body parts and blood formed a red wave, rushing along the streets and alleys, and soon flooded over their feet. The drainage system in Kuala Lumpur sounded an alarm, and the holographic river god roared loudly.

At some point, the "human" shape could no longer be seen. It seemed to be a huge mass of flesh with human limbs as bristles.

But more Xihe girls were climbing up along the bodies of others, or spreading their wings and flying through the air, landing at the highest point of the bloody mountain. One "car" after another jumped in the steel jungle, and their powerful four or even six limbs cracked the ground and the walls of the building, allowing them to draw a straight diagonal line and leap to the upper edge of the city. The spine bounced up like a catapult, throwing the passengers in the seats behind them into the noisy and squirming flesh.

From a high point, it looked like a giant tower made of sand. Its base kept crumbling, sinking, and spreading out, but more sand was piled up on the top, maintaining the tower's height and even slowly growing larger.

It was like a swollen abscess and blood bubble, enveloping the nearby high-rise buildings. The steel bars and cement seemed to provide it with a reliable skeleton, and the expansion accelerated.

By this time, the survivors in Kuala Lumpur were gradually able to make out its appearance.

Although this kind of thing has long become rare in the real world, builders of electronic illusions are keen on this material.

Is this the trunk of a tree?

Chapter 188 Song (V)