Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

There was a distant sound under my feet, accompanied by tremors and vibrations. It was as if someone was holding a big stick and hitting the pipes again and again in the maze-like sewage treatment system under Kuala Lumpur.

Bowl——bowl——

The wildly growing giant trees cast a shadow that rolled like a tidal wave, covering most of the city; it also covered Yi Daiyan and the child beside him.

"Huh? There's a shadow, it's a real thing. That hologram... my sister is half covered. Wow!"

The child tilted his head back, picking the dry saliva at the corners of his mouth, full of surprise.

Yi Daiyan had no time to notice the wonderful scene above his head. He knelt on the ground and pressed his palms against the asphalt of the road. A pulsating vibration came from his sensitive palms. He felt like he was standing on the belly of some giant creature, listening to its hungry intestines.

Split, split, split...

He withdrew his shaking hands. Cracks gradually appeared on the road, and thin streams of sewage gushed out from the cracks.

Yi Daiyan stood up and understood what was happening at this moment: something was about to break out of the ground -

"Car! Officer, look! There's a car!"

The child hurriedly pushed Yi Daiyan's waist and pointed to the other end of the road.

It was a van pickup truck covered in traces of blood and fire, with a holographic projection on its roof: a virtual dancer in scantily clad clothes turned a blind eye to the collapsing city and was busy taking off the few remaining clothes on her body.

The car's body was covered with broken display screens, playing blurry videos covered in blood - only the charming moans coming from the speakers could make people realize that they were actually some hot and steamy live pornographic videos.

squeak-

The tire tread rubbed against the road, making a sharp and piercing howl, avoiding the obstacles that were scattered on the road.

A black bald head poked out from the empty car window. The scalp had been torn by some sharp object, and the white top of the head could be seen clearly:

"Are you alive? Get in the car! Get in the car!"

The black driver's shouting mixed with the groans from the loudspeaker seemed indistinct.

If it were five minutes ago, Yi Daiyan would have been overjoyed to find another survivor. But now...

The asphalt road was cracking and bulging under the weight of something huge. There was no sewage in the cracks, but something like dark grey foam was squeezed out.

He gathered his strength, jumped up, and waved his hands vigorously:

"Stop! Stop the car! You can't drive anymore. It's dangerous—"

The warning came too late.

The object in the ground suddenly emerged from the ground and hit the chassis of the van pickup truck. The speeding pickup truck flipped over and flew into the building next to it, causing the already shaking building to shake even more violently.

Yi Daiyan pulled the child next to him and covered his eyes:

boom!

Then, a brilliant flame burst out from the collapsing building. The driver's flaming black head flew out from the explosion, passed by Yi Daiyan, and rolled into an invisible corner.

"The car exploded? ... What is this?"

The child struggled to free his hands from covering his eyes, while Yi Daiyan clenched his fists.

It was now possible to see what was trying to break through the concrete and cement surface of Kuala Lumpur.

Those were winding, coiled "roots" as thick as cars - but their skin was extremely strange.

The bark should be like dry earth, cracked and lumpy; the outer skin is dead tissue composed of keratinized cells, with a rough and abrasive feel.

Everyone knows this. There are hundreds of thousands of sensory games of different categories circulating on the Internet in New Malaysia, creating perceptual signals that are even more real than real life.

Citizens always feel the reality that they can never touch in the fictional world, which makes the remaining police officers in Kuala Lumpur notice something strange in front of them——

The surface of the "tree" is covered with layers of wrinkles, like superfluous skin. They bulge out from the trunk, leaving intricate patterns, like a complex maze that needs to be navigated with pen and paper.

All you see is dull grey - a colour rarely used in the colourful Kuala Lumpur - and its shape only leads to one conclusion:

"Is that... is that gray matter...? To synthesize so much... the bureau's budget for ten years wouldn't be enough..."

Yi Daiyan muttered to himself, his voice as soft as a mosquito in the whistling sound of growth, and only the dumbfounded child beside him could hear it clearly.

The child raised his head, his expression obsessed; the fear caused by the questioning of household registration was swept away, and instead revealed a bit of stubbornness that only children and the elderly can have:

"Synthetic?! How is that possible! That's not a synthetic auxiliary brain, it's obviously a natural human brain! Look carefully, the color hasn't oxidized and turned yellow, which means the brain is still alive - but there should be something supporting it, otherwise it would have shattered to the ground! A brain taller than a building... If I had such a brain, even Shannon Bodhisattva would not be as smart as me -"

It seemed that even the nightmare scenes that could not be seen in this digital space could not dampen the children's interest in talking.

This nagging made Yi Daiyan feel extremely annoyed. He raised his trembling hands and covered the mouth that was talking nonstop:

"Brain, brain, fucking brain! Take care of your own brain!"

The shadow cast by the giant tree submerged half of the city. The undulating gullies and hills on its surface drew wave-like lines at the edge of the shadow, like a gray tide rolling over the city.

And the buildings that make up the city are collapsing: whatever structures they use to support this steel jungle, they cannot withstand the giant tree roots extending from the ground.

Is it a giant tree covered with a cerebral cortex, or a brain that has proliferated into branches and a crown?

"Whatever it is..."

"Damn it, this damn thing will definitely kill someone—cough! Cough cough!"

Yi Daiyan pushed the child in his arms away and started coughing due to the blood that kept flowing out of his mouth; his nostrils were filled with foul air that he could hardly tell whether it was hot or cold.

Everything he saw was doubled, and patches of colourful light appeared at the edges of his vision.

Yi Daiyan once bought cheap analog Nirvana tapes from street vendors: the plastic covers were painted with wheels, scriptures and relics in low-quality ink (these pictures implied that the tapes in front of him were made by electronic Buddhas), and when he held them in his hands, they would be stained with black.

But any kid who has ever been around the streets knows that what is burned on these disks is not the real Nirvana.

It's a near-death experience.

Everything he felt at this moment reminded him of an afternoon in the past... At that time, Yi Daiyan had carefully stolen the neural tube from his home and connected the inferior Nirvana tape to his own spiritual orifice.

He understood what was happening:

"I'm going to die? I'm going to die! I'm going to--"

"Hey! Are you...are you okay?"

The child who was pushed away jumped forward and held Yi Daiyan's elbow: the wall behind them creaked and cracks spread like spider webs - if they didn't leave now, there would be no need to leave.

He put Yi Daiyan's arm behind his neck and tried to drag him. But the weight of an adult plus the equipment was still too heavy for the half-grown child; the two of them only slid a few steps on the spot.

"We have to go! Use some strength on your legs..."

Yi Daiyan shook his head. This time he did not push the child away, but grabbed his shoulders for support:

"I'm dying."

Everything around me was collapsing. In the distance, tall buildings were falling down at an angle, stirring up dust like a sandstorm.

"Ah?" The child's lips trembled, and his eyes, which were sparkling with tears, widened. "Stop talking nonsense. Move!"

Yi Daiyan picked up Akong from his belt and held him against his chest with his forearm.

"In the end... this is the only way I can use."

Then he spread out his five fingers and probed along the fractured surface of the girl's neck:

hum-

As the switch was pressed, A Kong opened his blank eyes.

Yi Daiyan looked at the gradually brightening light in those eyes and licked the blood clots on his lips. He said in a voice that only he could hear:

"When my master took me to the on-the-job training, he told me the rules of this industry..."

A Kong blew out thin streams of air from all his orifices, blowing away the lingering blood and dust on Yi Daiyan's chest, sleeves, and palms.

"If the reporter has not paid...the advance payment..."

A Kong gently broke free from Yi Daiyan's embrace. It circled Yi Daiyan, drew a spiral trajectory, and rose to the back of his neck.

"Don't...can't...take the law into your own hands..."

Yi Daiyan lowered his head. He could see the broken asphalt rising and falling like waves with the soil beneath it, and the flames in A Kong's eyes cast the shadow of this dying policeman on the agitated land.

"I didn't expect... I still couldn't comply even though I was about to die..."

He inexplicably found the blurry shadow somewhat amusing: it was as if he were swept into the waves.

“Maybe I’m really not suitable for this job…”

After all, people are always like duckweed, drifting somewhere, and there are only a few things they can hold on to.

"But...I would really like...to be able to..."

click!

A Kong showed two rows of neat and smooth teeth that looked like woven shells, and the tip of his long tongue was peeled off layer by layer, with nerve tubes sticking out from it.

呲!

Ah Kong bit down horizontally, and a crisp sound of the nerve tubes and spiritual orifices connecting in his mouth rang out.

"Demon disintegration has been activated: Warning! This software comes from the Internet, please delete it within twelve hours after downloading. PS: The development of this project has been suspended, and the casualties caused will not be…"

Yi Daiyan didn't pay attention to the whispers in his ears. Electric current and drugs were running through his limbs, stimulating muscle contraction and making the heart pump blood at an unprecedented intensity; the brain secreted hormones like a water pump, stimulating the body's last strength.

He stood up and lifted the child onto his shoulders; his knees creaked as he flexed and extended them violently, the movement even creating swirling air currents around him.

This "Demon Disintegration" disk was stolen from the Evidence Department one day, and then quietly installed into Akong's magic library: it can allow the user to transform his physical body into a superman in a short period of time - and the cost of running it is just like the name of "Demon Disintegration".

He did not wait for the price of artificial meridians to drop, he just wanted to have a last resort to live a little longer.

But now...Yidayan has never felt so good.

All the pain, fatigue and fear have disappeared; my heart is clear as the software runs.

At least one more person is alive today. Whether it is him or not is no longer important.

He laughed out loud and said the words he had wanted to say since he was a child:

"Baby, let me tell you..."

"The policeman is here, don't be afraid. Okay?"

Yi Daiyan grabbed the child tightly and rushed out of the city, through the falling concrete blocks, the shaking ground and the collapsed buildings.

Chapter 189 Song (Part )

Plans always fail to keep up with changes, just like the deviation between virtual and reality.

I wonder if there is already a deviation now?

Being unconscious and immersed in darkness, not knowing the passage of years and time - this should be a torment that inspires fear and even confusion.

"...Two hundred and forty-seven, two hundred and forty-eight, two hundred and forty-nine..."

Fang Bailu was trapped in an electronic body. Apart from counting mechanically, he was too lazy to even think about anything.

This electronic body and the infinite redundant data it contains are both a weapon and a cage.

He could have waved his limbs awkwardly and danced wildly in the core of this digital universe; or tried to tear and break the shell that had no concept of thickness.

But none of them could vent the emotions that were engraved in their hearts like iron. Perhaps, this was even more stubborn than the magic and supernatural powers written into the bottom layer, and it would take a long time to eliminate.

"...Two hundred and seventy-seven..."

Let A Tong attract the attention of the Xihe girl so that he has time to activate the data bomb in his electronic body; this is the first attack plan prepared by Fang Bailu.

In an ideal situation, this should also trigger a backflow of information from the entire Kuala Lumpur server, making the already terrifying power even greater.

While it possesses extreme destructive power, it lacks the ability to acquire information; it is even unaware of the passage of time in the real world.

Fang Bailu could only use the ancient method of timekeeping: counting silently in his mind. As long as he counted to six hundred times - that is, ten minutes - the tablet computer "Mo Family Disciple" would automatically cut off the uplink and call him back to reality. This new setting he added could add a little controllability to the violent electronic body.

"...Three hundred and twelve, three hundred and thirteen..."

Now, more than five minutes have passed since entering the digital space. If luck is good, the thousands of incarnations of the Xihe girl should all have their brains bursting out and popping out of their seven orifices like they are rushing to the market.

"...Three hundred and thirty-three, three hundred and thirty-four..."

But what about luck?

Fang Bailu would rather believe that everything is like a box of high-quality assembly models: the function of each panel, the parts to be combined, even the shrinkage and defects... have all been decided before leaving the factory.

And now the part that he needs to deal with is called "Killing the Xihe Girl".

Will it be possible to successfully piece together in the end?