Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

No need to be connected to the Internet; Fang Bailu's mud pill stores a lot of knowledge, information and rumors. The name "Baram" belongs to one of Solomon's 72 pillars of demons - able to understand the past and the present, and speak of the future.

Rumor has it that there were demonic programs from North America that came across the sea with those immigrants; it's just that little is known about it.

Although they are similar to spirits, they have a completely different underlying spiritual structure, and are therefore more similar to human souls. But this is the first time I have heard of them as a Taoist disciple.

This may explain the superb Taoism that Cang Yangzi possesses; being able to transform into another body without being possessed by a demon... After all, it was originally a product of the digital space.

On the other side, Cang Yangzi continued his monologue:

"I originally had three heads, representing my essence."

"I cut off one side of my head, the head of a mortal, which is shaken by poverty, wealth, death and life; and I cut off the other side of my head, the head of a bull, which cries out loudly because of fullness, lust, cold and heat."

"I only keep this goat's head, the head that seeks the truth, the nature and the truth of heaven and earth."

"It conforms to the innate veins and the system between heaven and earth; it is the heart for people and the opportunity for things."

“So I descended from the promised land of numbers to earth; I took on a murky skin and flesh, lost some of my strength, and gained wisdom.”

Fang Bailu didn't see any rotten meat on the goat's body, but he felt that the body should emit a foul stench. Judging from the mutation of the head, the dead goat had enough brain capacity - even like a human, it had enough intelligence.

If this is the body that Cang Yangzi chose, then it is indeed large enough to accommodate a human-like consciousness.

But...why an animal? And why is it dead?

He remembered an old joke: You never know if the person on the other end of the network is a dog. But even if Cang Yangzi didn't have a real body, it didn't affect its actions at all.

"Oh, Xiao Huang's body was also made by Cang Yangzi... and it still has some 'wetware'."

A long time passed, and even Fang Bailu couldn't remember that the monster Huang Wuye was originally one of Cang Yangzi's tools.

In this light, it may not be wrong to say that this is a Taoist tradition that has been passed down from generation to generation.

"But I was also punished for this. The angel on the American land spread his wings that covered the sky and exiled me and drove me away."

“After that, I took a boat across the ocean and headed west, and I ended up here, in Manila.”

"Now, the world has changed a lot. What I want to tell you is..."

"There will be a war in Luzon, a brand new war. Some people want to obtain the Messiah and their authority - if you use a name that you are more familiar with, it would be 'True Immortality' and 'The Way to Immortality'."

"I think you will also want to participate... After all, only people like you who come from yesterday's earth and heaven are qualified to be anointed as the Messiah and have the right to obtain the way to eternal life."

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Chapter 212: Infidelity (Part )

Cang Yangzi said a lot, but not much beyond the knowledge Fang Bailu already had.

For example, the way to immortality; or the Messiah or immortal.

This is just another example - even in North America, thousands of miles away, there are immortals. There is no doubt that traces of immortal gatherings should have covered the entire world.

“Only a celestial being like you who came from yesterday is qualified to be anointed as the Messiah and to obtain the way to eternal life.”

Fang Bailu repeated Cang Yangzi's words -

Immortals are not unique, and mortals can also touch their authority; Fang Bailu has long known this. Now the other Fang Bailu - the head that disappeared along with the white coffin - has received the immortality that the Xihe girl once had after her death.

Its name is "Double Helix Wonderful Tree".

According to Fang Bailu's observations, this way of longevity can easily perform secondary operations on the innate Qi, rapidly ripen the cultivated flesh or organs, and even modulate new, highly complex biological traits that did not exist before...

If we give a simple conceptual explanation of the "Double Helix Tree", Fang Bailu would summarize it as: the crystallization of extremely advanced bioengineering, and it contains a large amount of applied science and technology.

With it, there is absolutely no problem in achieving "immortality" in a broad sense. However, Fang Bailu's head had stopped backing up memories before receiving the Double Helix Wonderful Tree, so Fang Bailu, who is now in the prosthesis, has no way of knowing more.

And from the information revealed by Cang Yangzi, it seems that only the survivors of the old days like Fang Bailu, these living dead - he still remembers the nickname given to him by the immortals, the sleeping dragon - can obtain and apply the way to immortality.

After a brief thought, another piece of information revealed in Cang Yangzi's words caught his attention:

"Someone is going to start a war in Luzon to fight for the immortality of the immortal?"

That means...

Luzon has another hibernator - no, should we say hibernator?

……

Cang Yangzi's holographic projection gradually became disordered and blurred, and the blue glow scattered in all directions.

This message is coming to an end:

"I have re-entered the digital ocean, and only one incarnation of me remains here."

"So I have a safety device in place to make sure only the right people can survive and walk away with the information."

"As far as I know, no one except a celestial being like you can find a glimmer of hope."

"Disciple Cang Yangzi, I pay my respects to you."

Before he finished his words, the holographic projection disappeared onto the ground like a crushed soap bubble.

Safety measures?

If we look at the strength of the prosthesis alone, even if there is a large amount of explosives or even a dirty bomb buried under the servo room, it would be difficult to completely destroy Fang Bailu.

"Like me...?"

The fake skin on Fang Bailu's face did as he wished, and his brows were furrowed tightly together.

After Cang Yangzi's holographic projection with a green glow quietly dissipated in silence, revealing the pedestal underneath: previously blocked by the holographic image, even Fang Bailu ignored what might be hidden in it.

On that pedestal, like an offering, was placed...

"Poster? What is this?"

Although the distance now was enough for Fang Bailu to see clearly, he still walked closer and looked at it.

This is indeed a "painting". The lines are childish, even a little ugly; but there are obvious and easily recognizable elements in it.

There were vague strokes drawn on it - like some exaggerated graffiti... a mouse? However, the ears on both sides were black circles, and the tail was yellowish like a lightning symbol.

Its cheeks are round and camel-red, and its eyes are large and round, black and white. It has a shape between a "human" and a "beast", and its feet stand upright.

"Looks a bit like Mickey Mouse? No, the tail is Pikachu; it's something sewn together."

A classic image that Fang Bailu was extremely familiar with. After waking up, Fang Bailu had not seen many of the world-famous cultural symbols of the past.

In the lower right corner of this hand-drawn picture, there is a line of large characters printed in a printed font:

"This work seriously infringes copyright. Unauthorized persons are not allowed to view it. Violators will be prosecuted."

Fang Bailu brushed his hand over the poster, which was from an unknown time, and did a little test:

There are no biological viruses and no additional microelectronic devices; it is just pure and ancient paper, packaged with a transparent material that is both hard and flexible, making it easy to appreciate and collect.

It was clean, except for a slightly funny graffiti: If there is any danger, it may only exist in the content itself.

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drop.

The moment Fang Bailu picked up the poster, the dead zone that was originally shrouded disappeared.

Those shielded wireless signals, the information exchanges that were constantly going back and forth across the land, poured into this building, into this space.

Everything he did here at this moment suddenly became known to the outside world.

But apart from this, there were no other strange phenomena.

Fang Bailu's spiritual thoughts moved, sweeping across the server group in the room - the dead zone's isolation was gone, and information could be scanned from these servers: they were empty, without any spirit or soul present.

Since the soul of Mercy Blade is not here, there is no need to stay here—

Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing sound.

A long, sharp whistle came from far away and approached, tearing through the silent air like a sharp blade. It was accompanied by a rumble like a series of explosions, as if endless thunder was buried in the asphalt road outside the door, rolling endlessly.

The sound grew louder and louder, like the beating of a drum in my ears:

Something is coming -

In an instant, Fang Bailu also moved. He "walked" straight through the wall made of cement and steel bars; the barrier collapsed, leaving a two-meter by three-meter collapsed hole behind him; Fang Bailu took a light step and stepped down from the eighth floor, twenty meters above the ground.

He landed next to the van he had taken when he came here - the impact of the landing caused the van to shake and almost overturned - and looked at Park Wenzhi who was trembling in the car, and the snow ghost with a blank expression.

Ever since he got the prosthetic body, Fang Bailu has been missing something: one could call it intuition or instinct about danger - there aren't many things that he feels unknown about, and he has lost much of his original fear.

He knew that at this moment some powerful source of energy was coming towards him: at a straight-line speed of one hundred and sixty kilometers per hour.

Visually, they could also see some clues - in the distance, countless debris, building debris, and scattered corpses were flying towards the sky; it was like a huge fountain that suddenly surged up and was several stories high. And this fountain was passing through the houses and human bodies along the way and coming towards them -

A sharp cry sounded in Fang Bailu's ears first:

"Those are heavenly soldiers... heavenly soldiers! How could anyone attract heavenly soldiers to come down to earth? What did you see? What was inside? What did you find?"

The encounter was not long, and Fang Bailu saw Snow Ghost's loss of composure for the first time.

Chapter 213: The Third Day of Evil and Rebellion (I)

The snow ghost's eyes were bulging, and the whites of her eyes were covered with bloodshot like spider webs. She kept biting the nail on her right index finger and swallowing it, as if it was a delicious snack. And every time she bit off a nail, another pale nail would grow rapidly. There was an indescribable weirdness:

"Master, the heavenly soldiers are looking for... you. Your attendant and I will only affect your performance if we are here. Please let us leave first."

"Go, just go! Drive!"

The Snow Ghost suddenly turned his head and stepped on the back of the driver's seat. Almost as a conditioned reflex, Park Wenzhi stepped on the accelerator of the old van:

However, the expected scene of the car starting off at full speed did not occur.

"Well?"

For some reason, this brat Park Wenzhi suddenly listened to the words of the woman in front of him; but Fang Bailu would never let Snow Ghost leave just like that - even if what she said was true, the hacker with a fragile body would only be a hindrance if he stayed here.

Woo...hiss!

Fang Bailu hooked the van with one hand. Amid the groaning sound of the twisted metal sheet, it could only slide and spin in place, unable to move forward:

"You can't leave. Tell me what this thing is."

As he spoke, his other hand flicked out the picture hidden in his forearm like lightning and spread it in front of the snow ghost's eyes.

As if being pulled and sucked, the snow ghost's bloodshot eyes involuntarily looked at the unfolded scroll. Then, she screamed:

"Black ears and yellow tail, wearing red clothes, with lightning wrapped around his body... the King of Rats... how could he be the King of Rats... the King of Rats!"

"Rat King?" Fang Bailu turned his gaze back to the graffiti painting in his hand and thought about it - this is indeed a combination of two very classic rat images. "Why are you so scared? I think this painting is quite cute - hey? Where is the person?"

As she turned her head, the snow ghost in the back seat had already jumped out of the van and ran in the opposite direction of where she said the heavenly soldiers were coming.

Although the movements seemed like panic, he was actually controlling every move of his hands and feet precisely: like a flying car that took off with a catapulted launch, it drew a zigzag trajectory in the blink of an eye and crashed into the houses.

Fang Bailu felt something strange - although the Snow Ghost looked extremely panicked just now, but... her heartbeat and blood pressure remained at normal levels; even smoother.

"Excellent acting skills, or extremely high control of physical signs."

However, Fang Bailu didn’t understand: Was she trying to exaggerate the terror of the Heavenly Soldiers, or was she hiding something... ?

This thought did not last long - because the trajectory of the huge fountain had already crossed half of the Bluestone Mountain area and was about to hit him. Park Wenzhi did not even turn his head, but just trembled and shuddered, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Okay, you go first too! Don't get in the way here."

Fang Bailu grabbed the back cover of the van, his five fingers digging into the iron sheet as if digging into water, and pushed it forward. With a humming sound, the van carrying Park Wenzhi sped out on a crooked track.

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The bouquets of flowers formed by collisions and explosions were finally approaching, and the heavenly soldiers left long and wide gullies in the civilization behind them.

Fang Bailu easily locked onto the "heavenly soldiers" who appeared with such a terrifying momentum.

It looks like it is wearing an oversized doll costume that is twice as tall as an ordinary person - but this "doll costume" is not static: like a video that has been edited and spliced ​​together, each frame of the doll costume represents a different image.

To the naked eye, this colorful and chaotic scene can only form afterimages in the retina, like colorful patterns in a kaleidoscope; but Fang Bailu can see it clearly:

Among them are short, middle-aged men with beards and red hats, adventurers with green pointed hats and swords and shields, ducks in sailor suits, talking dogs, and princesses from unknown countries. All kinds of images keep changing on the heavenly soldiers.

Only the heavy footsteps remained unchanged, moving towards Fang Bailu step by step.