Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Fang Bailu had to agree with what the electronic Buddha in Erni's body had just said:

Everything in the world has a reason, just as every effect has its own cause.

Then there is only one question left -

What does He want to do?

This time, Erni did not give an answer before Fang Bailu.

Downstairs, there was a roar of chanting. Walkers and guardian gods formed a circle around the towering and twisting trunk of the Xihe girl. The chanting rose and fell. It was like the rolling waves of people in the stadium, or the different parts of a choir; groups of walkers shouted loudly, but in a coherent manner:

"welcome--"

"Namo the Buddha of the Infinite Pure Glass Double Helix Wonderful Tree—"

As if to create suspense, the chanting stopped abruptly. Only every screen and machine that could display pixels or create projections changed their appearances, writing the conclusion:

"Return to the altar."

The answer was already in front of Fang Bailu, and the desire couldn't be clearer.

"Salvation... He wants to save her. He wants to save the girl from Xihe... and make her a Buddha."

Erni put her hands together, draped over her silk scarf and danced like a dragon, pointing to the sky:

"The Buddha Kingdom on earth begins now."

Those words were spoken softly and should have been drowned out by the endless noise.

But the travelers all nodded, the hum of the loudspeakers drowned out the city's wailing; countless megabytes of information surged in the digital space:

"It should be so."

"It should be so."

"It should be so."

……

The shawl was chiseled into the ground, and the flexible material, which was ever-changing yet hard as iron, supported Erni's body, making her float three feet above Fang Bailu's head.

The pure light pierced the surroundings like thorns, hiding the swordsman's face in shadow. Only the increasingly solemn and compassionate whispers came:

"Your name may also be on the list of distributors of the Wanfo Temple."

“Take refuge in the Three Jewels.”

……

Fang Bailu didn't say anything. The phone had changed direction at some point, spinning slightly and emitting a malicious vibration. At the other end of the rooftop, spider-web-like cracks were appearing and bulging upwards - that was the prosthetic body that had rushed to where Fang Bailu was, ready to test Pibo's reaction speed at any time.

but……

Drop drop drop!

Along with a crisp prompt sound, a piece of tenacious text appeared in Fang Bailu's retina, floating in the covered UI interface, transparent and blurry, as if it would disappear at any time -

It was the text from the matchmaking system that Fang Bailu had not used for a long time, and its main AI "matchmaker": But this did not come from his activation.

Fang Bailu suddenly thought of Anbennola - and as his brain raced, he realized why the female crown had not appeared in the battle. Now, everything was clearer than ever.

What she was waiting for was the appearance of this guy in front of her!

"VIP identity verification is being expedited... expedited... expedited..."

"Authentication passed."

"The love-breaking agreement has been prepared."

"The Loveless Agreement is enforced—"

"From now on, please do not send me any more letters, as there is no proof of love and sex in the painted building."

The "matchmaker" spoke sadly, her voice rang directly in the cochlear communication, and her words were full of endless regret:

"Executing an orbital strike on your breakup partner."

Fang Bailu raised his head and looked towards the sky above Kuala Lumpur:

The ceiling was burning red.

……

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Chapter 193 Dance All Over (Part )

Something heavy is passing through the atmosphere from above.

This is not a meteorite falling from the outermost part of the sky - most of the rocks that have escaped from the asteroid belt and been attracted by the earth's gravity have long been rubbed out in the stratosphere and burned into monotonous light and heat.

But the "divine punishment" caused by the Love Abandonment Agreement is obviously a man-made object that has been carefully designed and constructed; it comes from low-Earth orbit and expresses the pure and direct emotions of mankind: hatred fueled by love naturally burns the most fiercely.

However, resentment and hatred will not be erased by the atmosphere surrounding the earth.

The answers to questions like "Yixianqian? Why does a matchmaking company like this have space-based weapons?" and "Why can a relationship breakdown be used as an excuse to physically destroy a partner?" can actually be postponed; in the bizarreness at the end of the old world, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Fang Bailu didn't look up for too long.

Whether it's a matchmaker or a thread connecting people, or a database in the Dragon Palace of the Information Ocean, they all follow a certain self-consistent logic: there is separation only when there is union, and only lovers can break up. This ancient company related to emotions and men and women is not famous for assassinations or military strikes, so it is naturally impossible to kill without reason... A few nights ago, Fang Bailu did use up his "Magpie Bridge" communication quota - the communication object was Anbennola.

Therefore... the target of this orbital strike can only be "oneself": that is, the other party that has passed the first line of contact certification. At the same time, the Love and Death Agreement should not be a weapon of mass destruction: a victory without survivors is meaningless.

So……

"The real goal is——"

Although this terror came from above his head, it was obvious that the real problem was what was happening in front of him: Anbenola had no reason to kill him - at least not at this time and place.

Whatever plan Anbenola had originally had, she didn't say it. The reason was not hard to guess - Fang Bailu could see a billionth of the Buddha's power from the storm of information that was blowing in front of him every minute. And talking through the encrypted communication channel operated by the Singapore and Malay public server must be not much different from yelling in His ear.

The decisive factor now is the tacit understanding between the two people with a complicated relationship. In other words, Anbennola believes that Fang Bailu can make the right decision at this time.

"Then we have to...use that plan in advance."

Fang Bailu decided to follow his instincts: this was his last backup plan anyway. He licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue and sent a signal to the prosthetic hidden on the wall...

……

What appeared first was not the prosthesis.

A spotless right hand quietly broke through the cement of the rooftop, its crystal-clear, almost transparent skin reflecting the surrounding light. It stretched out its five fingers, which were even a little distorted, and tightly grasped the end of the shawl that Erni had embedded in the ground.

It’s Anbenola.

boom!

She rushed out of the ground, carrying with her flying debris, and crashed into the unbalanced Erni; the colorful light of the flying sword followed closely behind, causing a sharp hissing in the air.

"Buddha's enemy."

Erni raised her eyebrows, and the other end of the scarf drew a straight line and silently nailed into the ground. Like a puppet whose strings were suddenly pulled, the swordsman suddenly stopped his charge; but blood and fragments from friction spurted out from the gap in his shoulder blade.

The shawl that Anbenola was holding tightly in his hand suddenly curled up, pulling Erni, who had been stretched far away, back.

She twisted her waist and hips, and slashed down with both swords following the whirlwind brought by the shawl: the sharp wind wrapped around the sharp blades blew past, lifting Anbennola's uncovered hair:

The mask that she had always worn was gone, leaving only translucent fragments embedded in the carbon fiber robe. From those fragments, one could vaguely guess how the mirror-like mask was crushed into pieces or even exploded by the jade-like right hand. Her eyes were spurting with burning fire, and bloodshot veins surrounded her pupils that used to be as clear as a lake.

Ping!

The "Orchid Grass" passed between the two people, and sparks lit up from the collision between the ring-handled sword and the flying sword; the Qigong practitioner's right hand clenched the soft yet hard scarf, and used the elbow to meet the delayed ring-handled sword:

collapse!

There was a muffled sound.

The elbow of Anbennola's right arm clamped the sharp blade of the long knife that Erni chopped down, and the five fingers of his right hand clasped one end of the shawl and pulled it straight; with the friction, Erni's shoulder blades made a strange "cracking" sound.

The other end of the scarf kept sweeping and stirring the gust of wind, slapping towards the empty space that was shimmering with dazzling light; the sharp sound of metal clashing kept coming, it was a fight with the high-speed flying sword "Orchid Grass" -

"Buddha's enemy. Buddha's enemy. Buddha's enemy. Buddha's enemy. Buddha's enemy. ..."

Erni stared at Anbennola, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

……

The battle was fleeting.

"The swordsman's body... is just a 'retribution body'." Anbenola whispered. Even though her eyes were about to burst with anger, her voice was still cold; "I won't hurt her. Don't worry, do what you want."

Fang Bailu raised his eyes and met Anbennola's gaze. Although there was boiling anger in his eyes, he could see the deep sorrow and sadness beneath the anger.

From this feeling, Fang Bailu suddenly realized: Anbennola understood what he was going to do next.

"Did she guess it... or did she know?"

But no matter which one it is, it will not affect your next decision.

The prosthetic tore through the already broken ground, like a person opening curtains in the morning. It climbed along the load-bearing column to Fang Bailu's side, and its slender fingers transformed by the Drowned Ghost left scratches all around.

"I will revive you... and then... give you eternal life."

Anbennola added quietly, not knowing whether he was speaking to himself or to Fang Bailu.

After being restarted, the prosthetic body no longer took on the task of blocking the enemy's actions as before; instead, it knelt on one knee in front of Fang Bailu.

"But... it's not a copy... it's not a visualization... this is reality."

Fang Bailu propped himself up with his hands and tilted his neck straight. He wanted to make up his mind, but found that his determination had been cast as hard as iron without knowing when:

"I-I'm different already!"

His thoughts did not stay for long:

hiss!

As the sword holder intended, the cell phone buzzed and cut into Fang Bailu's carotid artery, passed through his Adam's apple, and came out from the other end, severing nearly two-thirds of his neck.

Hot cinnabar spurted out from the fracture, splashing all over the prosthetic body in front of it like ink. The prosthetic body stretched out its hands, grabbed Fang Bailu's head, pulled it upwards, broke the sticky flesh, pulled out the head and spine, and put it aside.

Then, it picked up the fresh corpse that had fallen to the ground and twitched with both hands, and made a strange gesture:

It was a bit like the pose of a student who didn't know how to throw the shot put correctly but wanted to get a good grade. The prosthetic body pushed forward with both feet, embedded in the ground, and then bent its body. The angle between the back and the back of the thigh was not even 90 degrees.

Humans who have not undergone modification of their lumbar vertebrae joints cannot perform this movement, which can be described as a real "iron" bridge.

call!

The prosthesis suddenly bounced up, drawing a perfect circle with its waist as the axis, but not a full circle. The next moment - as if a few frames were cut off, its upper body was already pressed against its crotch with the momentum, and its ten fingers scratched deep grooves on the ground beside its legs. Fang Bailu's headless body soared into the sky with the momentum brought by the throw, flying towards the flesh-and-blood giant tree in the center of Kuala Lumpur.

Erni - or the "person" who was living in her body through the nervous system - opened her eyes wide, and the pedestrians in the city also paused and turned their gazes in various forms towards this ordinary rooftop.

Anbennola didn't even turn his head, as if he was still concentrating on fighting with the shawl - only at the moment when his body was thrown out, the friction sound between his right hand and the shawl became sharper.

The prosthetic body lifted up Fang Bailu's still-living head, and its chest silently opened to the left and right, revealing its originally hollow chest cavity:

Now there is a petri dish of the right size installed in it, and the life-supporting liquid emits a rippling green light through the transparent wall of the dish.

boom!

Anbenola crushed the ground at her feet, and veins crawled up her neck. The nun who took off her mask seemed to be experiencing some intense emotions.

Fang Bailu's head trembled, his lips twitched, and his eyes glanced diagonally downward. His lungs and vocal cords had already left him, so naturally he could not make any sound. It was only under the stimulation of his external consciousness that he could still forcefully retain his fleeting remnant of life.

The prosthesis followed the line of sight and saw the spine extending like a centipede from the broken neck: the spine and the spinal cord within it can be sold at a high price, but prosthetic parts that can perfectly replace the original central nervous system are not easy to find.

……

But the cyborg nodded immediately, and a flat synthetic voice came out of the speaker:

"The petri dish I bought was indeed too small."

This was the first time the cyborg spoke human-like words.

Then it roughly broke off the remaining spine extending from Fang Bailu's head, threw it aside, and let it fall into the ruins of the city.

They all knew that they would not need spinal cord nerves to control their bodies and limbs for a long time.

"...!"

Anbenola suddenly turned her head. She looked at the artificial body and the head in its hand, her eyes filled with horror; tears slid down from one corner of her eye and flowed across the corner of her trembling mouth:

"You! Why...why...don't...!"