Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

His memories were neatly and orderly divided into different categories in the sectors of the three souls and seven spirits, ready to be called upon by the virtual spirit at any time. When he was bored drifting on the sea, he would call up a tune he hummed when he was four and a half years old in the sand pit of the shabby Children's Park on Chatiao Road. The vague mood of the afternoon in his childhood was suitable as background music for a long and slow journey. Moreover, a body of iron and steel did not need sleep.

This is depressing. I will not forget the real pain, but I know that the joy I once had is illusory; only the vague feelings of human beings can fill the void with a little peace.

But if he had a nightmare at midnight, it would be this thing in front of him: twisted, weird, but with order and personality shaped by human hands - a demon. Such a monster would appear in the dream of a mechanical construct - deformed humanity plus plasticine mixed with steel...

"They are surrounding us, and their target is us."

Anbenola interrupted his reverie.

The long circle of people gathered closer and closer, gradually wrapping the outer edge of the beach. More and more villagers ran out of their huts, extending out from the demon as the center.

The villagers who were chasing and scrambling for the excrement behind the demon pushed each other, and finally one unlucky man lost his balance, staggered forward and fell into the demon's arms: judging from the villager's lonely legs and the four old and young human heads grafted on his shoulders, he was top-heavy and had an unstable lower body, and should not have participated in this looting.

"Oh."

With a short, meaningless scream, he (she? They?) was grabbed and lifted up by the demonic arms, and carried above the conveyor belt, in front of the faces in the assembly line.

A stagnant silence rose in the small village—the quarrel between the demon and himself disappeared, and the crowd surrounding it fell into stillness as if a video had been paused. There was a soft "click" sound surrounding the village, which seemed to be the crisp sound of teeth knocking up and down.

then……

The demon began to move.

The quarrel stopped, and new work began: dozens of arms and ten times the number of fingers cooperated closely with each other. It was a delicate operation that could only be produced after countless collaborations. The smooth flow of the process could even be called gorgeous.

They all stroked the bodies of the villagers: tearing off their outer clothes, cutting open their skin, and taking out their organs; the fluidity and smoothness of the process could make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder turn on the tap of dopamine.

"Mom, help me, don't--"

There were no finished last words, no lingering howls, no sustained cries, and even the violent gasps and sharp chorus caused by fear only lasted for a moment.

……

In an instant, the villager disappeared - every part of his body was disassembled, separated, classified, and processed.

There was no blood splashed on the ground. Every drop of liquid in the arteries and veins, as well as some muscles and fat, were used as nutrients and replenished into the many mouths of the monster. There were no pieces of meat flying around. Every tendon was carefully preserved in the elixir and packed together with the skin that began to tan on the spot, while the bones and ligaments were stored separately. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys needed more delicate care, and disappeared into the depths of the monster together with the eyeballs with optic nerves, the central nervous system and brain tissue.

……

“Congratulations to our neighbor the Gonzalez family for returning to the Yin-Yang cycle!”

A villager - who seemed to be playing the role of a master of ceremonies - shouted loudly, breaking the awkward silence.

"Big Zhoutian! Big Zhoutian!"

The villagers cheered in unison, accompanied by applause and whistles; some even raised their speakers and played festive dance music. Although this seemed to be an unusually joyous and lively event, the circle surrounding the demon pushed back like a wave until they had enough distance; they didn't even dare to pick up the excrement thrown by the demon.

The demons opened their mouths and muttered in unison, and the fishy sea breeze carried the low and harmonious sound in all directions. This was the first time that it, as a whole, spoke in understandable human language:

"Defective products. Rubbish materials. Imported goods. Where are the imported materials?"

……

Brush and pull!

Erni suddenly pulled out the ring-handled knife, and the airflow blew a mark on the sand beside her feet; the elastic blade made a buzzing sound. The sudden movement disturbed Huang Wuye's sleep, making him yawn long and bored.

She clenched the knife handle so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her lips unconsciously curled up, revealing her white teeth, making a clicking sound. She stared at the walking demon with wide eyes; even from a hundred meters away, its huge body was clearly visible:

"……What is this?"

Fang Bailu knelt on one knee, and his knee joint extended a retractable spike that penetrated the beach and the hard soil under the sand. The sand was too soft, and he needed a bracket that could fix his torso to counteract the recoil caused by the magical power. He corrected the distance difference estimated by the external consciousness:

"Demons, the kings of the Philippines: they own the land, govern the people, and command the soldiers... As for this one? It's average in size, no more than a hundred men and women, and the structure is also very old; so, it should be able to do some biological renovation and electronics--"

"What...is...this thing!"

Erni repeated the question again, interrupting Fang Bailu's explanation. The heat dissipation vents on the tip of the bamboo shoot opened and closed, spewing out hot mist, burning her cheeks red, but it couldn't dispel the coldness in her tone; and the scorching sun in the tropics was not as bright as the flames in her eyes.

The Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows, the Vajra with angry eyes - Fang Bailu always knows which one Erni prefers.

He shrugged, and while warming up the Yin Lei generator, he gave a more precise answer:

"This is the way the world is. This is the way the world is, Erni."

……

Recently, my tendonitis has worsened, and my ligaments have adhered, making typing like torture. There is too much work at the end of the year, and I can't finish editing the film. My writing style is not very suitable for voice input, so I have been procrastinating for a long time. After two days, I will go to the acupuncture knife for separation treatment, and my hands will need a rest. In the next two days, I will try to use voice input and modify some chapters. I am not very satisfied, but I really don't have the energy to change it, so I just copy and paste the whole thing.

Chapter 199: Unfilial Piety (V)

Ever since the Xihe girl rose up from the underground of the Xianying Temple and destroyed the entire Kuala Lumpur, a new heritage has been buried under the ruins of the city: the headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society is naturally a rich mine in this emerging mine. The garbage men in the surrounding cities temporarily changed their jobs to dig the soil, and for a while, they also made the withered broken walls and ruins bustling with people. In time, perhaps a new town will be born from the corpse of the old city.

The best prizes that can be picked up from the blood-stained and blackened concrete and the ruined corpses are naturally the Dao Fruits that originally belonged to the Qigong practitioners.

Fang Bailu naturally also gained a lot:

For example, the "palm thunder" module installed in the right forearm of the prosthesis came from Qiu Shijun who was killed by him. Although he did not install the registration certificate of thunder magic and did not have the parsing plug-in, which made it impossible for him to switch between Yin thunder and Yang thunder freely, it was enough to use it with the help of some small hardware.

There are 357.152 meters from Fang Bailu's feet to the demon's location - enough for him to use Yang Lei to destroy the proteins, nucleic acids and enzymes in the demon's body; and the demon without biological tissues and wetware is just scrap metal that can still walk. But Fang Bailu still decided to use higher power and energy consumption to drive Yin Lei: After all, in terms of visual effects and morale strike, Yin Lei is far better than Yang Lei -

"and many more."

Erni suddenly took a step towards Fang Bailu, her voice colder than ever before:

"Give it to me, let me kill it."

It's not a request or a question, just a simple statement.

The knuckles of her jade-shoof-tipped hands tapped against the guard of her ring-handled sword, making a series of rapid knocking sounds. Fang Bailu caught the sound of her heartbeats rising one after another from the heart rate monitor built into her prosthetic body: Erni's killing intent had reached its peak.

It was the first time that Fang Bailu felt such a strong emotion from Erni - but he didn't understand whether this came from the psychological compensation produced by his thinking after losing his biological body.

"Swordsman, I suggest you stay here."

It was not Fang Bailu who refuted, but Anbennola - she sat cross-legged, inserted the five fingers of her one arm to her feet, and scooped up a handful of light gray sea sand.

She raised her hand, letting the sand flow down from the gap between her little finger and the edge of her palm:

"Look."

Anbenola spread out his five fingers, revealing a small object he had just dug out from the beach - it was a dark cylinder with some slippery rust, with regular depressions on the outer edge and six round holes arranged inside.

Erni raised an eyebrow. "A revolver cylinder? So what?"

Anbenola turned his palm over and let the cylinder sink into the sand under gravity. "Smith & Wesson M10, an antique among antiques. But I am sure that the 'gift givers' who are celebrating the festival over there must have picked up a lot of firearms that are much more lethal than this one—"

"The crazy garbage man assembly over there? They brought 117 assault rifles and 62 submachine guns. There are five sniper positions above the shacks. We each have one and there's one more... No, Xiao Huang also got one." Fang Bailu interrupted the female crown and shook his head towards the surging crowd. "I just used the little ghost to explore."

The fishy and wet sea breeze became rough and rapid. The air currents caressed the villagers like hands, lifting the coats made of canvas, plastic and chemical fiber, revealing the weapons hidden under the clothes, some intact and some tattered - guns, lots of guns.

Uncle Huang Wu, who was walking over here inadvertently, quietly pricked up one of his furry ears.

"And each of them has a pistol." Fang Bailu dispersed the preheating of the generator and stood up again; "But, each of them has more than two hands."

The yellow dog froze suddenly, with its tail clamped between its buttocks like a broken antenna, and it walked quickly around to the back of the barge.

Anbenola gently blew away the dust on his palms and continued the interrupted topic:

"Swordsman, you injected the Secret of the Three Vehicles, right? Although the Three River Vehicles of Essence, Qi, and Spirit have been perfected... the upper limit of this set of skills is only compatible with the firmware upgrades in nerve reflex speed, muscle tissue, and gland regulation."

Erni's cheeks puffed out: she clenched her teeth but did not answer.

"A firepower network composed of hundreds of firearms..."

Anbenola raised his index finger and pointed in the direction of Erni's double swords; he ended his speech with this gesture:

Is your knife that fast?

……

"I see. Then I'll let you kill it."

Erni turned her head and glanced at Fang Bailu who had spoken: he was no longer preparing for the Yin Lei to trigger, and was busy removing the synthetic skin wrapped around his iron body - as he tapped the spiritual opening at the back of his neck, the human skin loosened with a sound of deflation, losing its tight elasticity. Fang Bailu peeled off the disguise bit by bit along the gap between the synthetic skin and the prosthesis.

Fang Bailu shook off the peeled skin and folded it up carefully and gently; the naked prosthesis under the skin no longer exposed the artificial muscle bundles, skeleton and external internal organs as before: instead, it was replaced by a crystal-clear mirror surface and a viscous fluid feeling, as if the whole body was wrapped in mercury, reflecting the scorching light under the scorching sun - this was a "large horizontal training" composed of shear thickening liquid and pearl layer bionic hydrogel, which was a military supply smuggled from the Taoist Axis.

Due to the special geographical location of the Daoguo Axis, it can also be said that it is a good product obtained from the core area of ​​Pan-Asia.

Fang Bailu turned around: his face without any facial features was extending in all directions, eventually turning into a regular octagon protruding from the facial bones. The Yin fish and the Yang fish floated on the octagonal vermilion background panel, chasing each other and swimming - this was a retractable protective gear installed to protect the Niwan Palace where the soul is located, and it was also a mask he used to anchor himself in imitation of the practice of Qigong practitioners - the world changes, but all things remain the same: the same is true for human consciousness.

At least that's what Fang Bailu firmly believed in his understanding and cognition.

He tapped the mask, and a synthesized voice emerged from the center:

"It's okay. Erni, I'll go with you."

……

Fang Bailu walked in front, Erni was half a body length behind him, with her head lowered, her eyes avoiding Fang Bailu's inhuman body: perhaps it was because the scorching sunlight reflected through the mirror became even more scorching, or perhaps it was for other reasons.

But Fang Bailu didn't care:

"Er Ni, what are we here for? Do you remember?"

Erni moved her wrist absentmindedly, and the tip of her jade shoot squeezed the knife handle, making a sharp sound of pressure:

"Looking for someone...Looking for the guy with glasses."

"Well, the spirit of the Mercy Blade should still be alive. What else?"

"...Let the boss...let the other you break free from your turtle breath."

Fang Bailu turned his face forward - the demons hundreds of meters away had already spotted the raw materials coming towards them and began to stir:

"Yes. I don't know how to wake myself up from the white coffin, but the immortal knows that tortoise breathing is the fixed process of digesting the way to immortality. The immortal in Singapore and Malaysia has fallen, but I guess there is one in Luzon as well."

"At least that's what the guy said."

He paused and continued:

"You were possessed in Kuala Lumpur, so you missed some things. As for the immortals, the things they can do - the things they want to do, the things they have to do - are even more bizarre than this ugly monster."

Erni did not answer, but continued to walk. In the distance, there were bursts of crisp clicking sounds: some villagers had already pulled the bolts of their guns and loaded the bullets.

"After that, 'I' changed... a lot?" Fang Bailu pointed at the white coffin far behind him without moving his head, and moved his jaw horizontally. "What about you - although you may not realize it, you are also quite different from before."

Erni's steps became heavier. This change in gait came from the sudden tensing of her muscles:

"I understand. I know. The scarf told me. It said...it said I have a connection with Buddha."

Fang Bailu knew that the scarf that Erni was talking about was the shawl that had taken her body away before:

"That rag said that? Tsk, the ghost is still there."

He didn't wait for Erni's response and continued:

"Er Ni, have you ever been to the 'Li Temple'? It's the discrete random variable Zen temple in Kuala Lumpur. I've been there. It was last year, right? A high monk came from Siam and stayed at the Li Temple."

"That eminent monk? Or master, or venerable—different people gave it different suffixes—came here to perform an initiation. The monks held a big celebration, it was very lively. You must have been working as a courier at the time, so you missed it."

"Because it was a big wedding, there was no need to buy tickets, and pilgrims and believers could enter for free. I happened to have nothing to do in the store, so I watched it all. The initiation I watched was done like this: they moved the novice monk who was receiving the Dharma to the Buddha platform, copied his three souls and seven spirits, and stored them in the wooden fish - the wooden fish was almost a USB flash drive, and there was no interactive equipment or sensory components except for the virtual neural network. The consciousness inside was deaf, blind, dumb, and... anyway, there was no 'sense'. Then they accelerated the flow of time in the wooden fish."

"As I recall, one hour was accelerated into a 'small kalpa': 16,798,000 years. Because we can't see, hear, or touch, all senses are taken away; there is no need to generate and process sensory signals, so it is much easier to process virtual time acceleration. Even so, this is Siam's unique technology, and you can't even find pirated copies... I'm getting off topic.

"Anyway, in the end they channeled the soul out of the wooden fish and loaded it into the monks' standard physical bodies: the iron kind."

"After he started to move, the first thing he did was to use his six hands to destroy his original flesh body - after the initiation, the original skin bag can no longer be considered a human being. Even if it is the same as before and has no identity, it is not illegal to kill it. Well, he just tore it into pieces alive."

"I don't know if this is a sign of enlightenment. Anyway, I heard that his Buddhist practice has reached a higher level."

Fang Bailu shrugged.

"You know what I mean, right? Buddha's fate may not be a good thing, especially in this day and age."

"The killing of one another among people... even if the target is a demon, no matter how different the demon is from a normal human being, it will lead the person who continues to swing the butcher knife in one direction."

"They may become increasingly numb to the idea of ​​exterminating their own kind, until they dissect their own identity and see other humans as aliens who are different from themselves; they may also be shackled by old morals and continue to be tortured by guilt until they break."

"No matter which type it is... no matter if they are too detached from the mortal world or too deeply bound by it, they are the type they like to convert the most and are the easiest to convert. Especially for you who have a 'Buddha affinity'... we don't know what that Iron Monk left in your mind. Although you have always had a strong murderous nature, I hope that it is your own choice."

"I, the me in the tin box, have become possessed. Whether I kill three or five more people or thirty or fifty more... it doesn't make much difference. "

"As long as the old version of Fang Bailu stops hibernating before he goes crazy, the mission will be accomplished."

"Find another immortal, ask him how to do it, and then kill him. That's it."

Erni did not respond, and Fang Bailu did not speak again.

Chapter 200: Unfilial Piety (VI)