Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

A faint answer came out of his chest, Fang Bailu adjusted the angle of his neck and began cutting.

……

The high-intensity conflict outside the central area of ​​Manila came to an end, and the forces maintaining order finally entered the scene:

A part of the security control team of the Taihai Chain.

Although they are named "squads", each team is composed of a family.

As a family, they can undergo more sophisticated surgeries to enable spiritual connection - this includes shared vision, coordinated actions, and even individual organization and modular changes.

In the family, the member who serves as the gunner has stronger upper limbs and adjusted bone density; corresponding snap-in points are even implanted between the joints to provide shooting stability like a gun rack.

Family members who serve as observers and team commanders have a higher brain capacity due to the expanded skull, as well as corresponding high-density synapses and positive brain hypertrophy; the optic nerve has naturally also been redesigned...

There are many examples like this; but each team is similar to a highly modified "person" composed of multiple members.

If placed in an unregulated living environment, they might evolve into new monsters; but now they can only play the role of combat weapons.

This time, a total of twenty teams were deployed into the ruins after the battle, responsible for damage assessment, cleanup, and responding to possible violence.

……

This was the first time Fang Bailu saw Manila’s official law enforcement forces.

He passed through the ruins and broken walls, and the little ghost spread out a net, dragging the dismembered limbs of the heavenly soldier behind him - Fang Bailu needed a safe place and time to digest the remains of the heavenly soldier.

It was at this time that a team ran into his path.

In appearance, they are similar to ordinary Luzon people, but have more "exquisiteness" like "objects" or "weapons": for example, those connected by one body are not men, women, young and old, but are obviously composed of men or women in their prime.

At the same time, multiple mechanical limbs also appeared on them - those bizarre Cronenberg-style organs were condensed and separated, and replaced with more powerful and higher-functional prostheses.

The logo of the Fetal Sea Chain—orange waves with embryos floating in them—is printed on the chest of bulletproof vests and on the sides of large-caliber firearms.

……

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Chapter 219: The Third Day of Evil and Treason (VII)

Jiming Alvarredo walked through the remaining blocks of Bluestone Mountain. The dusty air was filled with a faint smell of rust and blood.

The Thirty-Six Yamamotos under the Taikai Chain have divided Luzon and managed them separately to maintain law and order in various places; but Manila is the headquarters of the Taikai Chain, and professional soldiers like him are responsible for handling emergencies.

As a warrior species born from pure amniotic fluid, Ji Ming's bloodline came from the donations of the great kings. In other words, he and his brothers were born to serve as weapons for Tai Hai.

Compared to the other Alvaredos, he was even stronger and bigger - strong enough to be the owner of the house during the relocation operation, while the other brothers could only sit on Ji Ming's shoulders and back and handle the battles on his sides and rear.

"What do you mean? Do you need to apply for a heavy magic weapon?"

Qiumu Alvaredo spoke behind Jiming: This brother is two hours older than Jiming, and is responsible for communication and negotiations with the headquarters - because he only brought the head and did not transplant limbs.

"Just because someone is attracting the heavenly soldiers to descend to the earth doesn't mean we have to go find them and die." Jiming sniffed greedily: it was a rare opportunity for him to go out on duty, so he had to remember the smell outside. "Just find the spy and destroy him, and end this trip to the earth."

"I mean the peepers. If there are multiple peepers, we can just use a magic weapon to plow through them and everything will be solved."

"Don't talk too much. I think it will end before we find anything. Forget about what happened five years ago? The efficiency of the heavenly soldiers is much faster than ours. Just treat it as a walk--"

"Someone."

The quiet reminder came from the youngest brother Linjiao, who was acting as an observer. His cold voice interrupted the conversation of his brothers like a needle:

With the sound of heavy footsteps rubbing against gravel, a figure wrapped in shining golden light stepped out from the layers of ruins.

Where the face should be, there is only a smooth mirror surface with no facial features, but the cheeks and jaw are concave and convex, with a division between the head and neck like a human.

This dazzling metal shell that reflected the sunlight covered the entire chest, with traces of skin beginning to appear on the shoulders and lower abdomen - however, the edges of this skin were covered with charred black burn marks, undulating like mountains.

It walked towards Jiming and his team without stopping; every step it took would shake down the scattered cement blocks in the ruins.

"Fuck, it's a noble man!"

As a link in the Taihai chain of violence, Jiming and his brothers naturally learned how to identify Qi Refiners during their training.

The manual contains more detailed and complex identification methods; but it is clear that there is only one principle to follow: when you see someone wearing a strange mask, he is most likely a Qi Refiner; when you see a "thing" that you don't know whether it is a human or not, it can be basically confirmed that it is a Qi Refiner with extremely high Taoism.

Almost instinctively, he loosened his grip on the rifle, letting it fall in front of him with the strap, and spoke in the most flattering tone of his life:

"Someone has summoned the heavenly soldiers to descend to the earth. Has this alarmed you? We are cleaning up the place. Please help yourself."

Ji Ming was still smiling at the "golden man", while the other two family members behind him were communicating quietly with each other through throat microphones - a smart and mature choice. Most people would try to hack into the police encrypted channel to get information, rather than this old-fashioned way of communication.

The youngest brother Linjiao spoke in a cold voice:

"The welcoming ceremony is about to begin. It is an extraordinary period. We cannot allow foreign dignitaries to wander around Manila."

In addition, they used Spanish instead of Chinese, which could deceive many foreigners who had just arrived in Luzon: the nobles in Manila were under strict surveillance and management, and the Qi Refiners who suddenly appeared could only be outsiders.

On the other hand, the eldest brother Qiu Mu gave a reliable response:

"Well, I have already notified the 'Noble Response and Processing Department'. They have sent a special team. Now we just have to ensure our retreat..."

Suddenly, the cultivator on the opposite side tilted his neck slightly and looked at them with an empty face. The alloy skin immediately reflected the distorted scenery; a low and muffled male voice sounded from the cultivator's chest:

"Use special armed forces to deal with Qigong practitioners. Luzon has set up a professional department, which is a good idea..."

"How dare you intercept the communications of Taihai Chain employees?! This Qi Refiner is hostile!"

Before the strange Qigong practitioner could finish half of his words, Jiming and his brothers reacted: as they rolled and spun backwards on the spot, three right hands had already taken down another "Lin's-3" assault rifle from behind, and four left hands cooperated to keep balance as his huge body rolled over - by the time he resumed his kneeling position, the two smart rifles had been verified and activated, ready to be fired.

Da da da!

Kimiaki first pulled the trigger, then adjusted his aim and continued speaking amid the flames coming out of the muzzle:

"I have an obligation to warn you that any aggressive behavior of yours will be regarded as a provocation to the Taihai Chain—"

The Qi Refiner took a slow step forward, and in the blink of an eye he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of the operator's face.

The tracking ammunition with a jet device to change its trajectory had tail fins and was more like a miniature missile: although it was aimed at the chest, the bullet that rushed out of the muzzle suddenly rose vertically, drew an arc, and hit its empty front face - there, was the position of an ordinary person's eyes.

"…But, it doesn't really work. I tried."

Puff, puff...

With a soft and muffled collision sound, the kinetic energy of the bullet was completely absorbed by the strange skin and fell to the ground. Then, the second half of the other party's words came slowly.

The Qigong practitioner pinched and twisted the two rifles casually, kneading them into a spiral that looked like a sugar-coated twist.

It took big, thumping strides and passed through the people of Luzon in an instant - a cool breeze cut through the heat and blew across Jiming's neck.

Scattered memories flashed through my mind: the smell of the hot, pure amniotic fluid, the cold after leaving the womb, the cries of my brothers, the whispers and dreams of the great kings...

dying!

Ji Ming stood there in a daze, trembling, waiting for his soul to leave his body.

……

After a while:

"Brother, it's gone."

Until the youngest brother's trembling voice awakened Ji Ming, there was no trace of the Qi Refiner in the ruins.

……

"You are truly worthy of being called the Immortal Master. Even the heavenly soldiers have to submit to you."

When Fang Bailu dragged the corpses of the heavenly soldiers cut into large pieces through Manila and found the snow ghost, she returned to her previous calm and peaceful appearance.

The woman, her body covered with burn marks, was leaning against the wall of the van, with Pu Wenzhi hugging his knees and shivering at her feet.

Before, when Fang Bailu opened his five fingers and clenched the snow ghost's neck, he had already put a "gu" in her through intravenous injection: Fang Bailu was not good at alchemy or external elixir, so he only carried the most common "mixed Gu" in New Malaysia - a national standard Gu poison that contains both awakening neurotoxin capsules and nano-scale mechanical devices.

Although the toxin may not be effective against the snow ghost due to the multiple modulations and completely different physiological structures, it is still easy to locate it.

With no intention of responding, and no interest in why the two had met, Fang Bailu ran straight in front of her.

Then he stretched out his hand, and his folded palm spread out like the ferocious claws of a giant beast, wrapping around the snow ghost's head.

With just one click, there will be one less lonely loner in Luzon:

"I have a question for you. If you answer it wrong, you will die."

Although it was called a "problem", Fang Bailu actually stated:

"You know a living dead, a sleeper. A dragon from the past."

There were no physiological fluctuations or changes—pupils, breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, everything was normal—even though he was suddenly restrained, the Snow Ghost still smiled and answered:

"Master, are you talking about the hibernators? How could it be——"

Her words were suddenly cut off, like a tape recorder stopping.

then:

"what!!!!"

On her neck covered with burn scars, she opened her mouth slightly but let out a sharp howl; her voice was as hoarse as sawing wood. Her eyes, which had more white than black, were now rolling up and down in their sockets like slot machines, confusing and terrifying:

Fang Bailu searched his soul directly - he asked the so-called questions just to call out the required information from the other party's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness so that it could be captured more conveniently.

He had said that he would not search the souls of living people... But that was Fang Bailu before he entered the "Trial Dream". Now his soul was made of iron and stone, and there were no taboos.

Misty water vapor seeped out of the snow ghost's forehead and gathered into dew-like sweat beads; saliva dripped from its open mouth - the high-pitched scream did not last long, and the vocal cords lost their voice due to congestion.

In fact, the brain itself does not have a single pathway for pain transmission. However, searching a living being's soul will inevitably touch its pain-sensitive structure and central transmission pathway, causing more pain than severe burns or childbirth.

Fang Bailu was not interested in or concerned about the Snow Ghost's purgatory-like feelings: he had experienced the same pain in the process of reshaping his consciousness - few people knew that the virtual neural network was more sensitive than the physical body.

Such pain is enough to drive an ordinary person to death, but it is not enough to kill the soul in the artificial mud ball, or the snow ghost that has been modulated by multiple organisms.

"No...no...no. Where are you hiding, fellow?"

Fang Bailu once roamed in the ocean of data, where there was no up or down, left or right, and everything was contained, filling the space between heaven and earth. The real ocean was far less vast than this.

The memory in the human brain is like a swamp of boiling asphalt: thick, sticky, and bottomless. Random thoughts and ideas, fragments of distant memories, and turbid emotions of the present are all bubbles, stirring endlessly.

At this moment, the pool of asphalt is boiling - the external heat is trying to turn it upside down so that it can find a stone at the bottom.

……

Fang Bailu had long suspected that there was a hibernator like himself in Luzon: the chat records of the immortal gathering mentioned the scattered arrangement of hibernating dragons. And when Cang Yangzi mentioned the possible war for the power of immortality, this idea was finally confirmed.

He even suspected that the hibernating dragons were intentionally paired with the immortals in the turtle's breath, as if they were companions...

The Snow Ghost actually has a written description of the so-called "King of Rats", and is calm as a lake under her nervous disguise - although her functions are very strong, they are obviously modulated with the goal of "targeting humans"; they are not enough to fight against the heavenly soldiers.

He knew this information that could lead to his death, but he was still alive. And when he encountered me, the heavenly soldier was unharmed.

Fang Bailu's Niwan calculations showed that "someone had direct non-violent contact with the Heavenly Soldiers and obtained the authority to relay messages without provoking an attack from the Heavenly Soldiers"; this possibility is the most likely.

In other words, someone in Luzon "registered as a member". This person couldn't be Cang Yangzi; then...

……

Suddenly, in the snow ghost’s memory, the most intense bubble surged to the surface of the soul and exploded with a "pop".

"Oh, here it is."

Images flashed in Fang Bailu's eyes. From deep within the Snow Ghost's soul, the strongest fragment, as if engraved on the surface of its soul, was forcibly dragged out:

A hot night soaked in death, a blunt knife handed to a person, and a tragic case of annihilation of an entire family.

And that... the figure of a man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown with a blood-stained badge on his chest:

"The First Affiliated Psychiatric Hospital of the Medical University."

Fang Bailu read out the words engraved on the badge through the images from many years ago.

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Chapter 220: The Third Day of Evil and Rebellion (VIII)

On the starless night, the hot wind reminded Anbennola of his hometown: Chiba.

Chiba is not a barrier city, so whenever the sea breeze blows from the port, the Oni will come out of the Steel Palace and wander the streets looking for food.

Anbenola hummed a soft ballad. This song, "The Tanuki of Shojoji Temple" ("Shojoji no Tanuki"), was one of her few childhood memories.