Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

When Fang Bailu opened the chest cavity, scalding heat mixed with a buzzing sound gushed out from it, and the cotton-like steam blew Erni's long braid up and down again. Erni scanned the seams of the prosthetic chest cavity, took the still hot goggles, shook them, and waited for them to cool down. She asked casually:

"Is the 'Eternal Sword Heart' still stable? It's so powerful."

"It's not a perpetual motion machine, far from it. Stop adding prefixes."

Fang Bailu used the speaker under his face to finish his brief and dull answer: The issue of prosthetic energy is not something that needs to be discussed at this time. Then with a click, the little ghost broke away from his arm; in the blink of an eye, it stretched and opened, covering Erni's back in a thick cross shape.

"This distance... is fine."

They were already within the firing range of most of the villagers, who responded by raising their guns. A light and mixed conversation could be heard between the demons' heads, but Fang Bailu's language library could not identify it.

"Get ready, I'll take you there."

The long braid hanging down the back of Erni's head swayed up and down, and she nodded in response.

Fang Bailu's right shoulder joint suddenly rotated from bottom to top, and his forearm swung out like a whip, slapping the little ghost that had been embedded in Erni's back with his palm:

Snapped!

This was not the sound of metal collision caused by the collision, because all the force was transmitted almost completely: it was the explosion caused by the rapid compression of the air between the palm and the back. The air was squeezed and flattened, exploding a pale white circular airflow around the little ghost, and dust rose up.

Erni bounced out, leaving a long straight mark on the sand under her feet.

With the momentum, the little ghost pushed Erni, like a huge rock thrown out of a catapult, flying towards the demon and the villagers behind it.

Although the power method pre-loaded by the little ghost is not enough for it to carry Erni and fly off the ground, with the help of this slap, it can still glide for a long distance.

Curses in Chinese, English, and Spanish rang out among the crowd—the villagers naturally saw the arc that was being drawn toward them. They raised their guns and aimed at Erni, who was flying toward them: behind each submachine gun or assault rifle, there were three to five tense arms to help adjust the shooting angle; this gave the villagers gun tracking and accuracy comparable to that of smart guns. And a flying target in mid-air that could not continue to adjust its trajectory... This was much easier than getting up in the morning and having the whole family defecate into the same iron bucket.

Continuous gunfire broke out, and the ejected shells made small pits in the sand. The villagers with wealthier families had time to spare a pair of hands to cover their family members' ears: the intensity of the noise was enough to cause semi-permanent damage to the eardrums.

But these bullets naturally did not hit Erni who was in midair. Before the trigger was pressed, the little ghost crawled from the swordsman's upper back to his shoulder blades, and then expanded layer by layer until it turned into a hemispherical shell with a diameter of 1.5 meters, covering the curled-up Erni.

Da-da-da-da! The sound of bullets hitting each other echoed outside the round shell, and was soon drowned out by the more intense sound of gunfire. It was like using an umbrella to avoid the rain - if the raindrops were made of metal and shot from below at a speed that could tear a person apart...

Bang——squeak!

Er Ni, falling like a meteorite, smashed into the demon's torso and landed on the top of the "three-layer cake". The impact knocked the giant's body a little askew, and the connecting bracket also groaned; the densely packed human legs under it broke bones and tendons due to gravity, revealing the snow-white bone stumps.

"Okay."

Erni grabbed the little ghost on her shoulder and threw him aside; she gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, her fingers shaking with anger. In front of her were the heads of the demons: from this angle, they looked like mushrooms growing in the wetland.

The smell of rust hit her nostrils, and the stench of excrement reminded her of the essence of the demon's existence. Those eyes, which seemed a little dry due to the climate, just stared at each other, continuing the meaningless conversation between the heads, as if Er Ni didn't exist. In the middle - if you have to make a comparison, it's like the forehead or top of the head of an ordinary person - there is an extremely large head, and the top of the head has even been separated to provide space for the huge brain that is foaming out of the top of the head.

Its cloudy yellow eyes glanced at Erni, then drooped with disinterest. On the forehead of the giant head, there was a rusted nameplate; on the surface were two neatly printed Chinese characters - "Zongchang".

The fighting instinct brought by years of licking blood on the tip of a knife allowed Erni to make a judgment in an instant: this must be the soul of the demon.

Without the slightest hesitation, Erni turned around, drew her sword, and chopped down!

The blade reflected the scorching sun of Luzon, drawing a bright white light.

The long knife chopped into the huge deformed head, but it did not feel like a sharp blade cutting tofu as expected: the blade went straight to the nostrils of the head and then became stagnant.

There must be some hard implants in the skull or brain.

Erni looked at the two eyes separated by the long knife - her right hand still held the long knife tightly, and the tip of the jade shoot clenched into a fist was raised high, with Erni's petite torso extended: the artificial arm bones composed of movable joints were bitten into one place, forming a hard short stick.

then--

The tip of the jade shoot fell violently, and he used his forearm as a hammer to smash the back of the ring-handled sword:

Ping!

With crisp knocks, the blade embedded in the demon went deeper; iron filings mixed with brain and bone fragments flew everywhere, and fan-shaped blood splashed on both sides.

"die."

Erni's eyes were blazing with fire, and she raised her jade shoot tip high. Her shoulder joints made an unbearable cracking sound as she moved:

"die!"

Like a fruit that had been left to rot for too long, the head exploded.

……

The fight over there was intense and intense, and Fang Bailu just felt a little bored: as soon as Erni landed on the monster, the villagers immediately turned their guns and aimed at Fang Bailu in the distance.

He stood with his hands on his hips, and bullets of various calibers were like flies under the lights at night, hitting him one after another. Facing such a water-splashing firepower coverage without any defense, if it were an ordinary Qigong practitioner, he would have died on the spot: as long as there was any biological tissue left in his body, it would be torn to pieces in the continuous shock and impact.

And Fang Bailu - if one were to measure his accomplishments by the standard of cultivating both his body and his soul, then he was on the wrong path of pushing "life" to the extreme.

He gently picked up a bullet that was whistling towards his face and tossed it in his palm - the deformed iron block was then blown away by another stray bullet. The analysis of the smell of gunpowder residue and copper-coated steel flowed through his soul. But Fang Bailu could not smell the smell of gunpowder like humans.

At this time, the battlefield was divided into a strange chaotic scene: the villagers surrounded the demon that was being attacked by Erni, but they only dared to fire bullets at Fang Bailu who was a hundred meters away.

"Throw Erni to capture the thief first, and then I will draw the firepower... The old-fashioned tactics are often the most applicable tactics."

He already knew that the villagers would change the target of their concentrated fire in such a situation.

Chapter 201: Unfilial Piety (Part )

The demons held a high position in Luzon, and this was not only due to their reign of terror. Although every villager held a firearm tightly in their hands, their fear and awe of the demons from the bottom of their hearts were constantly reflected on their strange faces.

Fang Bailu didn't think that these villagers would turn their guns around and risk accidentally injuring the monster to shoot Erni who had landed on the huge trunk - this seemed to mean that Erni already had a safe enough environment to knock off all the monster's heads one by one.

After all, it is such a huge and clumsy monster, how can it capture a swordsman who is roaming around?

"It makes sense logically, but Erni can't deal with it."

But Fang Bailu almost immediately came to this conclusion -

Ping!

With the sharp sound of metal clashing, a diagonal line composed of visual images suddenly appeared beside the demon: Erni was smashed into the beach from top to bottom; the impact blew up the sand and gravel, and raised smoke and dust.

Above her was an arm that had not existed in the demon's structure a few seconds ago - but rather than an arm, it looked more like a fly swatter: the five fingers were as stubby as knots, but the palm was abnormally large.

This is what the demon has just assembled and constructed on its body.

Demons are not Taoist soldiers or strongmen. They are remotely controlled by the soul sending software. As long as the sending and receiving module of the soul is found and destroyed, the demon will lose the ability to move. Demons are not complete cyborg bodies like Fang Bailu. Once they lose the soul in the mud pill, it is equivalent to falling into the underworld.

Monsters do not really have a "core", a weak point that can be targeted and destroyed.

Because, its essence is actually...

boom!

There was another explosion. Erni rushed out from the yellow mist-like sand and leaped towards the demon again. The two long swords on her left and right were nailed into its body like mountaineering picks. As she kept inserting and pulling out, she continued to climb upwards.

“&#!@￥%!@!——”

On the three-layered roulette wheel of flesh and blood, the heads embedded in it kept turning, chattering to the surroundings: the traces of Spanish, English and Chinese were becoming increasingly blurred, and it was not the ancient dialect passed down among the people of Luzon.

In this overly complex "dialect" that was almost like a buzzing sound, the triple iron wheel was deforming - the surface of the top wheel seemed to turn into quicksand, collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, a cylindrical protrusion quietly emerged from the lower part of the demon's body.

As the countless arms and non-opposed fingers danced, the demon transformed parts of its body into parts and materials, which were used to piece together new parts and limbs:

The three-layer iron wheel that looked like a birthday cake lost one layer in the blink of an eye; and under the chassis of the demon, eight multi-jointed supporting legs appeared in the blink of an eye. With a clacking sound, the demon stood up.

……

The demons are not just superior to the people of Luzon in production relations or supply chains, their reputation for violence and methods of execution has long been known outside the island of Luzon. In the travel catalogs circulating in Southeast Asia, the ever-changing invisible demons are undoubtedly a must-see Luzon specialty.

Fang Bailu understood this very well: in the process of adapting to the prosthetic body, he studied as much information as possible in the entire Pan-Asian region related to mind rewriting and thought refining; this also included the secrets of demons.

People often mistake demons for some kind of qigong practitioners who practice unorthodox methods, or for a group of humans who have gone astray; but in fact, demons are far from that.

After learning that information, if he had to define it in one sentence, he would answer like this: "Each demon is an independent race with language as its core."

……

language……

If a deaf-mute listens to the voice of his heart in eternal silence, what he hears... will it be changing hand movements, lip shapes, or rows and rows of text and graphics?

It is difficult for humans without language to organize linear memories - just like those memories before the age of three, most of which are just some vague emotions and images.

Not every language requires phonetics, grammar, and vocabulary to express meaning.

At the beginning of its birth, each demon swallowed hundreds of souls and planted them one by one on the surface. Then, these heads and scattered limbs would live together day and night without change: and it is said that the youngest demon has been born for more than a hundred years.

These souls are fixed in iron frames with other souls of the same kind, accompanying them day and night.

During this long process, each demon developed its own language, and in the artificially limited mechanical environment, it was optimized into the most efficient communication tool.

This tool is not affected by emotions caused by endogenous hormones or neurotransmitters, nor by various metaphysical concepts. While maintaining human abstract thinking and imagination, it tries its best to eliminate barriers between individuals in order to achieve the fastest communication speed.

Until finally - it was no longer language: it was just the random thoughts and self-talk that echoed in the mind. It no longer needed to use other languages ​​except to communicate with other individuals.

If the standard of a monster is reduced to a mixture of flesh and machinery, there will be no ordinary people on earth: monsters are aliens, something that is even more different from humans.

The huge steel wheel covered with traces of blood and excrement is not a "demon"; the heads fixed in the metal holes by rivets and deformed bones are not demons either...

The "symbiont" that transcends blood and flesh, constructed by language and life rules - the weird but efficient computing matrix, the miniature independent society, plus the lowest information entropy that can be achieved under the limitations of human animality: this is the true face of the demon.

A brand new race, a pure alien. Of course, it is also a means of advancement to a higher stage: humans may not always be just apes that can walk upright; and steel, chips and neural networks are not the only ways on the road of cultivation.

Although it has not yet been recorded in writing, this method of practice also comes from the wisdom of the ancient saints.

This is: everywhere is my magic.

……

The fighting has not stopped yet.

The demon continued to dismantle and transform itself - this assembly line, which was originally used to process and refurbish waste materials, was being transformed into some kind of specifically designed killing weapon.

In order to fight against highly mobile individuals, it is a killing weapon specialized in "area killing" and target capture.

The syllables uttered by the monsters are shorter and sharper, with subtle inflections and tongue flicks; the facial expressions of hundreds of human heads are also enriched to a whole new level. The combination and birth of each multi-jointed limb is faster than the previous one, and the structure and production process are also different.

Design, experiment, improve, produce...iterate. Again and again, and this cycle is getting shorter and shorter and is completed in the blink of an eye.

The dialect that only circulates among hundreds of brains is being optimized during the battle: there is no need to use complex clauses and superfluous words to describe the needs of the battlefield; the tiny twitches of the facial muscles on a head and the difference in the angle of eye rotation can indicate the type and specifications of the required parts, so that other heads can process them into perfect products.

Fang Bailu couldn't help but sigh, because he could sense the meaning of this process visible to the naked eye:

"Its practice is improving."

……

Chapter 202: Unfilial Piety (Part )

Ten thousand people took up bows and shot at the same time, and every shot hit the target.

Complex and inexplicable emotions sprouted in Fang Bailu's soul - in the subconscious disgust and aversion, he inexplicably felt a hint of beauty. After no longer viewing the demons as some kind of alienated fellow, he could glimpse a little elegance under this bloody process.

In terms of efficiency, the demon at this time has surpassed Fang Bailu's steel mud ball that was restricted by the virtual soul... Just like the more efficient mathematical ability brought by the short syllables in Chinese numbers: the inhuman language used by the demon in the human body makes it have a higher thinking speed than the pure iron Fang Bailu. This inefficiency is the constraint that Fang Bailu set for himself: some of the prices that need to be paid for maintaining personality after transcending the flesh and blood body.

The five colors make people blind, the five sounds make people deaf, the five flavors make people refreshing, hunting makes people crazy, and rare goods hinder people's actions: for the innate body of human beings, excessive information is a hindrance. From this point of view, Fang Bailu now also appreciates the pragmatism of the demons who find a different way. In comparison, those spirits without biological components and maintaining a single soul are more similar to humans than the demons in front of him.

……

Funnel-like clouds of sand burst out one after another near the stall, spreading from the far point where Er Ni was knocked away to the demon that had just added several reverse-jointed hind legs; the sand clouds were connected by the trails drawn by the blade on the beach, and if you look down, you can see a bulging "Z" shape. No matter how many times Er Ni was knocked away, she seemed to be able to get up with even more momentum and rush towards the constantly deformed opponent again.

Amid the swirling dust and sea breeze, the only things that could be seen were the sparks from the collision of sharp blades and the tracks left by the air being cut.

Fang Bailu can sense much more.

For example, there was a thin mist rising above the monster, which was clearly visible under the light of Luzon, and then was dispersed by the strong wind brought by the monster: although there was no hair, the high-speed operation of hundreds of brains and machines still brought heat that could not be dissipated; and the blood of the surrounding villagers, with a temperature of about 36 degrees Celsius, was obviously not enough to be used as a coolant.

"At first, I defeated the demons with the power of the Buddha tree, and obtained the nectar to exterminate them and attain enlightenment..."

For example, Erni kept repeating herself in a low voice - not to mention some huge data flows under the Chinese/Sanskrit encryption protocol that were accumulating in the Buddhist sword and were ready to rush into the "jade shoot tip" of Erni's prosthetic hand at any time.

As long as it continues to consume energy, the demon will collapse due to overheating and consumption: but obviously, Erni does not intend to wait.

"Forget it, let's make it quick..."

Fang Bailu doesn't want to see Erni using power that she can't control again.

While thinking, Fang Bailu sat cross-legged, turned his hips to an angle that humans could not achieve, and then raised his right palm, with his five fingers pointed straight ahead. The movement of the demons was blurred into a hazy and messy ball of hair, dancing endlessly.

If there were any accomplished cultivators around who put aside their mortal eyes and used their spiritual senses or Dharma eyes to observe the scene in front of them, they would find that five fine silk threads were extending from the tips of Fang Bailu's fingers, spreading out into thousands and connecting their tails to every corner of the demon's body.

Each line is made up of almost undetectable tiny Chinese characters: their radicals tremble and twist from time to time, and there is a dazzling flickering light between the split and combination - it's just that these tiny dots of light are all even more subtle characters.

The demon was still galloping and howling on the beach, chasing after Erni, who was gradually finding it difficult to resist. The airflow caused by its kinetic energy cut straight lines in the sand: