Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Ping!

With a loud bang, the demon's sharp forelimbs finally reached the ring-handled sword that Erni held across its back, knocking it out of her hand and sending it flying into the sea sand. Erni spun in mid-air, trying to use another long sword to meet the sharp cone of some kind of firing structure growing out of the demon's mouth; and the Sanskrit characters engraved on the blade were about to light up -

Fang Bailu suddenly clenched his fists, and the thin lines tightened accordingly.

With a crisp sound, the impact cone that was ready to fire fired in the opposite direction and smashed the head on the demon's face.

Then the accompanying limbs and newly installed prostheses on the demon's body curled up together and buckled into the torso - the force crushed the bones, brain and other metals, turning it into an oval with mottled patterns; it looked like a ball squeezed out of a garbage dump, except that it had some long and short hands and feet on the surface.

Crack!

The oval, a mixture of blood, flesh and waste, fell on the beach, swayed slightly, and then stopped moving. Indistinct groans and screams came from the sphere, accompanied by nails scratching the metal shell.

Erni approached the demon, her eyes wide open as she looked back and forth between the meat iron ball that was emitting a faint mosquito sound and Fang Bailu. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed it against the demon's dirty surface, while her other hand stood up with one palm, and she softly recited the "Ksitigarbha Sutra"; and the Buddhist sword flickered with light and darkness.

It seemed that the salvation had worked. The hands and feet with torn armor quietly drooped down, and the painful cries disappeared in the dying breaths.

Then, in the smell of blood and excrement, only Erni's chanting was left.

……

The demon died in this way.

The gunshots from the villagers of Sangguliguato gradually faded away, and were drowned out by their horrified and terrified screams. Soon, the screams dispersed and merged into the small village by the sea.

Fang Bailu ignored Erni's gaze and her Buddhist sword, which had finally dimmed, and walked across the red sand that was gradually stained with blood. He turned his right hand over and knocked on his chest with the base of his fist: the large horizontal chain on the surface of his skin opened up, revealing the air inside that was distorted by the high heat.

The petri dish that was used to store the human head had long been removed, and a humming light gray ball was floating in the chest cavity, but it was slightly larger than a fist; only from the fuzzy and trembling edges and the gusts of hot air that could one discover that this so-called sphere was actually a visual illusion caused by a high-speed moving object.

This is the mobile phone that has been put to a whole new use.

Through the mobile phone, Fang Bailu's prosthetic body can abandon the previous charging and storage method, and can even use it as a semi-permanent energy source - as long as the worn parts of the middle dantian for conversion are replaced in time and the heat dissipation is handled properly. Although the efficiency of this utilization method is still very low, it is more than enough to support Fang Bailu's daily activities.

Of course, this way of utilization can only be achieved by Fang Bailu today: when he was still using his human body, he could not maintain the regular movement of the mobile phone through thoughts for a long time; but now, he has specially separated a part of his soul from the Niwan to handle the flight-movement trajectory of the mobile phone, to keep this indestructible flying sword as stable as possible to follow the prosthesis to move.

According to the current guidelines for the development of magical powers, this can be considered the opening of a rough but brand new technique; however, it will take quite a while to come up with a gorgeous and popular name, or to make some further optimizations.

The reason he opened his chest at this time was not to dissipate heat - such a small temperature difference was just a drop in the bucket compared to the cooling mechanism inside the prosthesis - but for defense: no matter how many magical powers Fang Bailu mastered, the mobile phone was still his most powerful weapon in terms of penetration and reaction power at medium and short distances.

He observed and analyzed the demon's corpse, while his cell phone was ready to draw his sword at any time. In an instant, he made a judgment:

The demons were indeed dead, but they did not use the standard entrances and spiritual orifices, which made it impossible for Fang Bailu to directly connect to the demons' scattered souls.

Chapter 203: Unfilial Piety (Part )

"Protect me."

Fang Bailu gently warned, and then placed his hands on the undulating and sticky surface of the demon's body, penetrating deep into it. He was going to search the soul - connect to the demon's soul circuit, and directly plunder the remaining thinking methods and memories. Compared to chasing after the local villagers who had already scattered and fled crying, it was undoubtedly much faster to obtain information through magical powers.

Moreover, he was very interested in the language used by demons. Fang Bailu knew very well that he was far from being able to use the performance limit of the prosthesis: that kind of high compatibility and scalability had more stringent requirements for dehumanization. By simulating the derivative environment and optimization ideas of the demon language, this process could undoubtedly be accelerated.

Most of the information stored in it needs to be decoded again before it can be understood, but the image and audio memory alone can help Fang Bailu understand the current situation in Luzon.

"The souls are all intertwined, but they can still maintain multiple independent rationalities... It's a bit interesting. The information entropy is so high, why is it still..."

Fang Bailu slapped his head, and the Bagua mask that had expanded around his face snapped back into his facial bones; he looked like a modified wrestler. He knelt on one knee, mumbling to himself.

The demon's scattered memories span a hundred years, and their perspectives are mixed. It will probably take some time to sort them out.

"Boss."

Erni suddenly spoke, her tone tense that had never been heard even during the fierce fight.

Before her voice was rang out, Fang Bailu's head had already turned 180 degrees, facing directly behind him - in the direction of the white coffin: a hundred meters away, around this ancient hibernation chamber, a hazy green light began to appear at some point; the originally diffuse winter fog was discharged outward, and was dyed by the surrounding dark green into a terrifying shape that was almost like the underworld.

"...Boss, you are dreaming again."

Erni said quietly.

……

Erni said "you", but her eyes were fixed on the coffin surrounded by green mist. At this time, the cold air in the white coffin had been emptied, and the coffin, which was high at one end and low at the other, like a flying wing, silently broke through the seals and repressions and opened completely; the torn talismans were flying like fallen leaves.

Green dots of light poured out from it, rushing towards the cloudless sky of Luzon - they were phosphorus-containing luminescent substances and luminescent enzymes, emitting tiny bright colors and gathering in one place at this time; they were light sources produced by the organisms themselves. The strange sounds mixed with the rush of blood, the friction of bones, and the contraction of muscles gradually increased until they filled the ears of everyone present.

"What do you think...'you're' dreaming about this time is...?"

"It's 'sweet dream'."

Ever since the death of the Xihe girl and Fang Bailu's old head was granted the way to immortality, he has been in an endless sleep.

Just like ordinary people, the head that has embarked on the immortal path will also dream during sleep: and these dreams will bring different consequences.

That is to say...

Anbenola came to the two quietly. Since the fruit of the Dao was cut off, the steps of the nun were less fierce and heavy:

"The three images of Fairy Sound, Divine Light, and Companion Cloud are all complete. The restrictions were also dismantled without any response. It seems that it was her that I dreamed of this time."

Fang Bailu did not answer, because his head had already risen from the green mist.

Its neck, which had been cut open several months ago, now extended with vertebrae of varying thickness, winding and entwining together, with the lower end winding into the white coffin and propping up the head high; thin strands of red and red hung between the cartilage, like the whiskers of a banyan tree - they seemed to be blood vessels or nerve plexuses exposed outside the body.

Except for the tightly closed eyes, the face of the head was as lively as usual, but that expression was something Fang Bailu had rarely seen in the mirror before: some worry, some confusion, and a lot of surprise and joy; even the facial muscles were tense because of these emotions.

Its trembling lips suddenly opened, as if it wanted to say something:

Click.

There were no words - with a crisp sound from the jaw, the upper half of the face fell straight back, pulling the connection between the upper and lower lips into a horizontal line: this was an angle that a mortal body could not achieve while alive, like a broken puppet.

Accompanied by some kind of sticky body fluid and the sound of the corners of the mouth and mucous membranes being torn, a slender arm stretched out from the throat of the head and pointed to the scorching sun of Luzon. Then, another arm...

Like a shell breaking out, the product of the dream finally emerged from the mouth of the head.

It fell lightly beside the white coffin, its naked body uncovered—but to the onlookers, it was hard to call it a human:

The positions of the hands and wrists were replaced by long, sharp thin blades. There were two pairs of appendages on the side ribs, but they were complete with ten fingers, which should be used for precision operations. The pale shell covered the lower body from the back of the neck to the tail vertebrae, and was connected to the lower body with five thick hind limbs.

There was only that face: just as Fang Bailu remembered it, and just like Anbennola beside him.

Fang Bailu's nonexistent heart was contracting and beating; the speaker that served as his mouth seemed to taste a hint of sweetness in his mouth. He knew who this "foreigner" who had just come into the world was - or rather, it was another self who had refined and embodied all the beautiful things in the past, which came out through his dreams and the double helix tree.

It is the way to immortality that was dragged from the memories and imagination of that head into reality...

……

“You feel it: hope.”

The three souls and seven spirits quietly reminded us that in the days when it was increasingly difficult to discern our own emotions, the software's monitoring was more sensitive than Fang Bailu's.

Hope: Fang Bailu felt a faint desire. Perhaps the dream of the head this time would be different from the previous ones...

The inhuman and strange appearance was not important. Fang Bailu felt no fear or disgust. As long as there was a little bit of real soul and intelligence in it, and it could speak again; or even as long as it could not go -

"Wow ah ah ah ah!"

The flesh-and-blood derivative of the Double Helix Mysterious Tree—some kind of alienated version of "Longevity Girl"—nailed the sharp tips of its forelimbs into the sand, its exoskeleton made of chitin and protein reflecting the hot, dirty sunlight, plating out metallic ripples. It (she?) raised its head high, and a howl like a sharp object rubbing against it came out of its throat.

It looked around with its will-o'-the-wisp green eyes, and finally stopped at the head whose jaw was repositioned and whose torn mouth was slowly closing.

when!

In the blink of an eye, the flesh-and-blood derivative's forelimbs shoveled into the sand under the white coffin, and clamped the two sides of the white coffin with its upper arms and blades; then it lifted it and actually lifted the heavy white coffin and the head inside it onto its shoulders.

"what!"

With a menacing roar, it leaped up like a flea and in an instant it was at a distance. In just a few leaps, it crossed the beach and landed in Sanguliguato, which was still full of screams, and disappeared in the roar of collapsing huts.

"Aren't you going to chase him?" Erni frowned and asked Fang Bailu, who was motionless beside her. "That thing even took the old house away with it."

Fang Bailu moved his neck in a circle from side to side a few times:

"Digesting the way to longevity requires deeper... deeper breathing. It's not just a dream. He... my head may need a chance to wake up. Let's do the business first and look for it in a few days."

During the journey from Kuala Lumpur to Manila by boat, Touku had three dreams in total. Except for Fang Bailu, no one else realized the essence of this matter at first.

After all, judging by the performance, it is more like some kind of alienated labor and production... or it can be explained by the ripening of fruit.

Anbenola, who was standing by, looked in the direction where the flesh-and-blood derivative disappeared—that was where Manila was:

"This time she is stronger than the previous ones, much stronger. She can jump over 30 meters, and even if she puts 500 kilograms on one shoulder, it won't affect her running posture... Her functions have transformed again."

"and……"

"She..." Anbennola turned her head away; "She...deliberately took the white coffin with her."

Fang Bailu did not answer, but he also understood:

This time, Shou Niang has intelligence and a mind; she is not completely chaotic.

Chapter 204: Infidelity (Part )

The wind in Manila carries the aroma of cooking meat and the smell of burning plastic, blowing day and night. It blows over the mountains of sheds and makes the ancestors or gods made of canvas and woven bags flutter. It is rumored that there is an old Taoist temple buried under these overlapping square-shaped dwellings, like a reef completely covered by barnacles - as for the truth of this secret, most citizens of Luzon are not very interested in exploring it. They just move through the sheds and streets like ants in an ant nest.

There are no towering buildings or skyscrapers in this artificial mountain city. Only the Yin Pool and the Mother River, which are linked to the Taihai, are suspended high in the sky. The two are opposite each other, replacing the sun and the moon in the day or night, releasing the warm light that should have been illuminated by them.

It is midnight now, and the Mother River is bright, awakening the citizens who have the right to live only in the midnight; Manila, shrouded in the green and turbid night, continues with the activities of the day: working, eating, or killing people.

The girl curled up in the corner just realized that she was experiencing the last item of her daily life in Manila.

Around her were the severed limbs of her family members, who lay twitching on the ground: her father, her mother, her younger brother, who had happily moved into the same torso only the previous month.

The three heads growing side by side on the shoulders, plus the bald body due to the chopped off limbs, look like a plant that has just been trimmed.

The strong biological function brought by the relocation operation enables these "plants" to still have the strength to support the ground with their backs of the heads or chins and twist left and right. However, because the head is set too symmetrically, no matter how much the head moves, it can only struggle in the same place and cannot escape anywhere.

As the eldest sister in the family who was about to get married, she was supposed to have an operation next month and be with her family; but now she could only watch the tragedy happening in the shed with the compassionate Mazu statue hanging high on the wall. And Kaisasai Mazu just repeated loudly the work rules that should be followed in the family workshop with her unchanging peaceful smile.

"what--"

The father who was just yelling and cursing in Spanish and Chinese fell silent amidst the screams, choking and gasping for air. A man in blue and white striped clothes stood up from the father's head, stretched himself, holding a blunt knife and a freshly cut tongue in his hand - this man was the murderer of all.

The girl held on to the ground and pulled her legs back to avoid the blood puddle that was about to spread to her feet. This was her only pair of good shoes that had not yet fallen apart.

The mother seemed to want to say something, but only hoarse sobs could be heard from her throat. Her facial features were covered in black and red, and her expression could not be seen.

The head of the younger brother was facing the opposite direction from his parents, with his face towards the ground, so his mouth and nose were flooded with blood: he stopped moving a moment ago. Originally, his parents always said that they would watch his back, but now it became one of the reasons why he left the world in the first place.

The girl moved her slightly open mouth, which was a little sour, but she didn't know how to respond. Tears mixed with snot slid into her mouth from the corners of her mouth, bitter and salty.

Amid the sound of blood being stepped on, the man holding the blunt knife came close to her. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had never had a good night's sleep, but his eyebrows were long and curved in a semicircle, as if he was laughing, and his messy hair covered his forehead. He was wearing blue and white striped clothes - a style the girl had never seen before tonight.

She stared at the badge hanging crookedly on the man's chest. The splattered blood covered part of the words:

"… Medical University… Affiliated First… What is it?"

The girl tried hard to think of this combination of words she had never seen before, but her limited knowledge made it difficult for her to recognize that it came from an institution of old times.

This thought did not last long.

The man turned the blunt knife over and held it in front of the girl. He grinned, with a warm smile on his face except for his eyes:

"Didn't you say you wanted to live well? Hmm? Come on."

The call was hoarse and gentle, and the Chinese accent was purer than that of the locals in Luzon.

The girl looked at the rust marks and missing teeth on the blunt knife, swallowed the tears and blood flowing into her mouth, and finally reached out her hand.

Unlike what she had imagined, the blunt knife felt very light in her hand: so she felt a little surprised in her confusion.

……

"...!"

Snow Ghost woke up from a nightmare and instinctively checked the long sword under her neck. Then she held the "Kaesasai Mazu" statue on her chest tightly and breathed a sigh of relief: since she had replaced the artificial skin without sweat glands, she no longer had to worry about the cold sweat after waking up from the dream getting her clothes wet. She propped herself up, knelt in the dried sewer, and pressed the Mazu statue against her forehead covered with joint lines:

"Mother Lin Mo, blessed with divine favor! Greatly compassionate and merciful, with a chaste mind; her virtues shine forth, and her maternal love awakens us..."

After reciting the "Heavenly Virgin Mary Sutra", she ended her prayer with an "Amen" and carefully swallowed the Mazu statue into her mouth and the storage bag on the outside of her esophagus. More than a decade has passed, and the ghost of her childhood still finds her every time she falls asleep, like psoriasis growing on the surface of her soul.

She knelt silently, waiting for her surging thoughts and cramping stomach to calm down, and continued to walk deeper into the pipeline system.

After praying away the terror of the nightmare, it's time to get down to business.

Today was the seventeenth day that Snow Ghost had been tracking the angel in Manila, and she had finally locked its trail in an abandoned drainage system. Regardless of whether this hunt was successful or not, she would return to the mountain gate and report to the head ancestor.

The snow ghosts, who had never obeyed the "one-man law", were the outliers in the Luzon Islands; they were also accustomed to hiding in corners that no one cared about: how to find such a place in Manila is a science.

Manila's winding sewers are like the devil's intestines, but they are also where Snow Ghost grew up. She passed through the bones left by widows and widowers who decided to commit suicide and went underground, avoided the caregivers who were patrolling in the Taihai Chain, and walked deeper along the traces left by the angels: