Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

When the ghosts discover the household barrier generator embedded outside the house, they will knock on the door and sing this tune:

"It's a moonlit night in the courtyard of Zhengcheng Temple. Everyone, everyone, come out!"

"Losers, losers, go see the monk; come out, come out, come out!"

She deliberately squeezed her throat to make her voice more in line with her memory; but Anbenola knew that her voice was too hard and not suitable for such a soft and cheerful tune.

"Tatt, tatt, bang!"

There was no flute or drum accompaniment, which instead caused a few coughs.

After singing a few lines, Ambenola felt bored. She stopped sitting cross-legged and climbed up from the tin roof covered with canvas.

There was a muffled noise and the sound of banging coming from the shack below: the dojo set up by this family had a poor connection, delaying the excavation progress.

She craned her neck and saw nothing but light in the night sky of Manila.

This place is not like Kuala Lumpur. There are no crisscrossing neon lights filling everything, or lingering dark clouds covering the sky; but the simulated moonlight cast by the two floating stars still blocks out everything coming from the sky.

There are no stars. There is no light from thousands of light years away, from millions of years ago.

Where on earth can you see the Milky Way flowing and the colorful stars spanning the sky?

Anbenola didn't know the answer to this question; even her footsteps could draw a long arc on the earth.

But wherever she went, she was a stranger. Although she had close friends, she was still a stranger.

……

"Hey! You sang well, why don't you sing anymore?"

A sudden greeting came from not far away, the voice was hoarse and deep.

"Hi", few people greet each other like this - the decline of the Indo-European language family has also changed common speaking habits; even the illegal immigrants from North America would no longer speak like this.

Anbenola looked in the direction of the sound: the path in Manila's shantytown was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, and in the shadows below the eaves of the house across the street, a man was standing there.

His face was also hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly. Another question came:

"Japanese?"

Anbenola was no longer wearing the helmet covered with mirrors, but the hair and eye colors revealed did not look Asian. The man recognized the Japanese language.

There was no intention of waiting for Anbenola's response, which made the question more like a confirmation:

"I heard there's still a war going on there. How many rounds has it been?"

Ah… the war. Outside of Japan, few people talk about it—Anbenola walks along the rooftops and gives the first answer:

"…This one is over."

……

Anbenola knew that he was talking about the "aesthetic war" that had been going on in Japan for hundreds of years.

The aesthetic war - also known as "Shibuya-Genesis" or "Re-creation of the World" - has been given different names by different camps.

But the definition is the same: working backwards from the iterations of fashion to reshape anthropology, mythology, psychology and linguistics.

Fashion is no longer limited to the design and selection of clothing or even the trends of appearance: it extends further and deeper.

The definition of man, his purpose, and his origin are deconstructed and reconstructed in this wave, and evolve into completely different directions.

From completely new customs, completely new beliefs and religions, completely new languages, completely new standards of death and even completely new dietary systems - some people modified their genes so that they could live on grass, while others installed energy furnaces so that they could eat raw steel.

Cannibalism was once popular, but it soon became outdated: people soon discovered that if judged by aesthetic standards, there were so few of their own kind.

Between each sunrise and sunset, everything changes: everything.

All of the above are iterated with a cycle of "day".

Those who cannot accept change call the new human race born in Shibuya Genesis "ghosts".

Eight million ghosts built the city in the early morning and destroyed it when the sun set; the towering gods were produced and assembled in the daytime, were born for only half a day, and turned into dust in the siege in the dead of night.

When Anbenola left Chiba, the 20-year-long Seventh Aesthetic War had just ended. Chiba, unable to open the barrier, was given life in the war and transformed into a living city "Chiba Life" covering an area of ​​300 square kilometers; it was no longer habitable.

She had no interest in designing and creating entirely new myths and legends based on her own aesthetics; nor did she want to completely destroy the meaning of human beings and recreate new ones: you never know what strange and bizarre things will emerge as a result of changes in aesthetics.

Everything is changing, but the stars never change - at least, not in the short life cycle of Anbenola.

……

"Daze? Why are you in a daze?"

When Anbennola came back to his senses from his memory, the man had already taken a few steps and was exposed to the false moonlight cast by the Mother River.

She could clearly see the pair of slender, high-raised semi-circular eyebrows - like the eyebrows that a woman would trim and then re-draw when putting on makeup.

The man was wearing a white shirt with a small symbol printed on his chest: layers of orange waves and a fetus rolling on the waves.

A lonely head and torso; only a pair of hands and feet: the man in front of me is also a stranger in Manila.

But this did not arouse any feeling of sympathy in Anbenola: instead, vigilance rose like a flame.

"What were you looking up at just now? Did you want to see the stars? Unfortunately, you can't see the stars here; 'Outer Sect Taoist'."

Outer sect Taoist priest... What a distant name? The last time someone called her that was only a few months ago. But the appearance of these four words here already explained a lot.

Anbenola responded with a cold voice. People who knew her well would understand that the nun had already started to kill:

“You’re not from here.”

"You are not either?" The man laughed out loud, as if he had heard some great joke. "And I know you have a companion. But it doesn't matter. I just came to find you--"

Anbennola raised his left hand, and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind: the light was so bright that it covered the moonlight; along with the sharp and high-pitched sound of metal clashing, five-color light sources of azure, red, navy blue, goose yellow, and moon white collided out.

The five-colored rays tore through the air, and the strong wind blew out, making the edges of the houses snap. The translucent canvas floated into the night sky like a ghost.

The man's figure was shattered by the "orchid grass", and turned into pieces of light and shadow with light blue edges.

Chapter 221: The Third Day of Evil and Rebellion (IX)

This was a holographic projection - Anbennola had noticed it before he drew his sword: although the sound did come from the projection, there was no sound of footsteps, friction of clothes, or even breathing.

She wanted to use air disturbance to disrupt the transmission of the projection, so as to determine the location of the source of the projected information:

over there!

The "Orchid" neighed with joy as the user's mind changed. In the blink of an eye, it drew a dozen line segments within fifty meters, and round holes appeared on the already fragile walls of the shack - these dozen holographic generation devices formed an image of the man in segmented form.

From the low house below, there were screams of fright and the sound of debris being knocked down: the man's real body was not here. He should be remotely controlling these holographic devices to communicate with Anbennola -

"It's not necessary. I just want to ask you something. You are too murderous."

A deep and hoarse voice emerged from nowhere, and the man's holographic image was not affected by the destruction of the device at all, and appeared in front of Anbennola again.

He raised his hand and pointed at the bright star in the night sky:

"See those two stars? 'Mother River' and 'Yinchi', they are performing remote projection, the new technology of fetal sea interlocking; the level of New Malaysia is already outdated."

Anbenola frowned, and her eyebrows stood up at an angle: she naturally would not believe the other party's nonsense.

She looked around and began to choose an escape route: after the Battle of Kuala Lumpur, Ambenola no longer had the mobility and destructive power it once had.

Losing the Dao Fruit was not as simple as losing a right arm - all of Anbenola's original transformations were centered on the Dao Fruit. For example, in order to maintain balance under the heavy weight of her right arm, her spine was tilted, reinforced, and secondary weighted - now without her right arm, Anbenola has developed severe scoliosis.

Tao Fruit is the bridge connecting personality and mechanism. It is the result of her gradually solidifying the invisible human nature like water and clarifying her own heart: humans are chaotic and impermanent creatures, and all opportunities lie in transcendence.

Without the Tao Fruit, it would be difficult to control other highly modified body parts - because her brain and her soul were resisting these foreign objects.

As a member of the "Microcomputer Taoism Research Society", Anbennola does not believe in a personified creator: but she firmly believes in the existence of the creator - this creator is "Tao".

The construction of all things and the birth of living things are not accidental, but the result of precise calculations; people's hearts are turbid, but the universe is clear and regular - perhaps someone will use survivor bias or the anthropic principle to refute it, but it will never affect Anbennola's heart of Tao.

Transform the body into the process of calculation and the mind into the end point of calculation: this is the path to the unity of man and nature; the path of the Qigong practitioner.

……

What should we do now?

run!

Anbennola made a decision in an instant: no matter what the other party was planning, staying where he was would be the worst option.

As Anbenola began to run wildly, leaping fiercely over the Manila shanties again and again; the man's holographic projection followed closely beside him.

This scene looked extremely funny - he was like a cheap special effect that was forced into the picture. Although his feet did not move, he kept moving at a high speed beside Anbennola:

"You have a copy of the data of the 'Cause and Effect Universe' on you. Hand it over. You can't use it yourself."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Anbennola felt the ferocity behind the man's gentle tone; this ferocity was not like that of an animal, but rather the unique cruelty of a human holding a sharp blade.

The world of cause and effect...what is this?

Anbenola turned over her feet and stomped hard in front of her; the impact caused the tin roof to flip up and made her modified knee joints groan strangely - she used the force of her step to turn and took a new direction perpendicular to the original path.

call!

Anbenola turned ninety degrees to the left and sprinted in a new direction: the man seemed to have turned into her shadow, still following her.

You can't run in a straight line, the enemy may set a trap ahead according to the estimated distance. It's best to get out of the city and leave Manila first: this is a familiar environment for the enemy, but it's unfamiliar to her.

The man leaned forward, leaned close to Anbenola's ear, and uttered one bizarre term after another:

"'Causal Universe', 'Multiple World Images', 'Chiral Symmetric Universe', 'Imaginary Timeline', 'Original Dream', 'Inside Universe', 'Nirvana Memory', 'Virtual Universe Enlightenment Record', 'Sevenfold Eden'..."

"Does any of them impress you? These words refer to the same kind of things... The one you have is one of them. Hand over your copy of the singularity record!"

At the end, a roar like thunder rang in Anbenola's ears.

She suddenly leaned down like a leopard while running at high speed; her left hand suddenly grabbed a piece of iron sheet on the roof that was tilted upwards: as the iron sheet was lifted up as a whole, Anbennola bent one foot and stretched the other to the right to stop her momentum.

Although she uses a cochlear implant that is a hybrid of her natural cochlea, the high-decibel volume still affects Anbennola's balance.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood from her ear - her left ear was temporarily deaf. Anbenola had never thought that holographic projection could be used as a means of attack in this way.

But these slight pains could not cover up Anbenola's horror at this moment:

"Copy, he wants that copy. How would he know?!"

After Shou Niang left her "calculated world line", she also took away all the relevant records and conditions from the sea of ​​numbers. This data is now naturally in Anbennola's hands:

"who are you?"

Ambenola finally raised the issue.

"I……"

The man frowned and stopped midway through his answer. Then he raised his head and looked up at the empty space above.

"Ah? Now? Do you really have to say that?"

The man asked the question not to Anbennola, but to the air diagonally above him, as if there was a transparent ghost floating there that was invisible to the naked eye.

There was no response from the empty place, but the man shrugged and spread his hands:

"alright."

He turned his head sharply, the bloodshot in the whites of his eyes like a tangled spider web; a fierce manic feeling replaced the previous light humor and playfulness:

"Hey, outer sect Taoist! I have something to tell you."

"Do you know what a time traveler is? Let me tell you, it refers to a creature that arrives in another time and space through various bizarre accidents or methods."

"I am one of them. I am also a time traveler. Before I traveled through time, many people talked to me in my mind, teaching me to do this and that..."

Halfway through his speech, the man suddenly froze. He shook his palms outwards, as if trying to drive something away.

"Shut up! There's no need to elaborate, as long as the meaning is clear. She's not a professional, does she know the terminology?"

Chapter 222: The Third Day of Evil and Rebellion (End)

The man sniffed, as if waiting for a nonexistent response. Then, he continued with satisfaction:

"Excuse me, I'll go on... My parents couldn't stand it, so they sent me to a mental hospital - who knows, the one I went to was doing experiments?"

"Let me think about it: 'The Impact of Organic Brain Diseases on Human Cryonics'. That's the name. The doctor froze me, saying there will be a way to cure me in the future."

"But when I woke up, I knew I had traveled through time. This is not my original world. This should be a near-future space-time mixed with a little post-apocalyptic and cyber style."