Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

He raised his eyes and stared blankly into the empty distance:

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's the real future? Anyway, the information I have now is not enough to make a judgment."

The man suddenly laughed - his smile was completely different from his chaotic and disorderly mumbling, and it was as warm as sunlight:

"Anyway, after I woke up, more people talked to me."

"There's an old man who claims to be a ghost wizard from the old times and has lived for nearly a thousand years. But when I ask him to tell me some secrets from the old times, it's all nonsense. I personally tend to think that this guy is a personality I created to protect myself in order to adapt to the strange world."

"Another one said that he is me, but he came back from the future. My present is - I died and was reborn. Have you heard of that? This should be the embodiment of my expectations for the future, because the future he described is obviously different from the present."

"The last one calls itself 'system'. There's no prefix, just these two words. It will give me some strange tasks - as long as I complete them, I will get rewards: all these noises will quiet down and stop disturbing my sleep. I don't understand this thing at all. It should be an incentive-action mechanism after losing the goal of survival?"

He suddenly shuddered, his body shaking as if he had received an electric shock.

"Do you know how many missions I have completed? Haha..."

Anbenola had no intention of answering. Although these fragmented descriptions were messy, they were still enough to make her understand... This man was also a living dead, a citizen of the old world! It also meant that the "orchid grass" in her hand could not have any effect on his body.

She gently activated the communication mechanism in her Taoist robe: Anbennola originally didn't want to call Fang Bailu - every battle might deepen his degree of obsession with the devil.

"...In the past thirty years, I have completed more than a thousand tasks. I established the Sanmen, joined the company, and then moved from the old company to the new one with my children and grandchildren..."

Thirty years: It doesn’t seem like a number that can be simply spit out.

She looked at the man in front of her: he looked less than 30 years old. But holographic images can be changed at will.

Without hesitation, Anbennola canceled the original communication request - as far as she knew, Fang Bailu had only been awake for four years: the difference between the two might mean more information.

The wind around them changed. Ambenola could hear a faint drumming noise coming from the bottom of the mountain city, from a direction she couldn't see from her angle.

Tiny electric currents, like needles, ran up her spinal cord, reaching the back of her head: a sign that some powerful source of energy was nearby.

On the other side, the man continued to count his fingers one by one:

"...recruiting assassins, launching a coup, putting my children and grandchildren into my body, sending extra personalities into new bodies, digging up the secrets of old companies...ah, do you know what mission I completed recently?"

Anbenola did not answer. She was adjusting the output efficiency of her body parts. The red words lit up under her robe, and the bars showing the power were rising steadily. The limiter was released, and the female crown was ready for the collapse of her body.

The man clapped his hands and chuckled:

"Yes...join the board of directors of Taihai Chain."

With the crisp sound of high fives——

From the bottom of the man-made mountain city: in the hollow of Guixu, some kind of terrifying giant object rose from it. It blocked the moonlight cast by Yinhe and Mother Pond, and cast a shadow on the ground that blocked several blocks.

It was like a huge capsule: one end was azure blue, the other end was fiery red; the blue end was even bigger, covering a portion of the red end. There was no fire or heat emitted by chemical energy, it just rose silently, spanning half of the night sky.

It rotated slowly, centered on the intersection of red and blue; the shell, whose material could not be seen, spit out even darker black in all directions - this seemed a little counterintuitive, but it actually happened.

Thin, long, sharp chirps kept coming out of it: but if you cut off the audio, slow it down, and distinguish the channels, you can distinguish the sticky but clear whispers that are slowly uttered by countless mouths:

"Don't forget, don't help. Be alert day and night. Take care of yourself for ten months. Change the acquired hexagrams and shed the innate Dharma body. My life is determined by myself, not by heaven."

The night in Manila trembled, as if everything heard the truth and was shocked; even the Yin Pool and the Mother River in the night sky involuntarily shifted their orbits.

Anbenola raised her head, her whole body stiff as stone. The strength that had supported her and forged her into a piece of fine iron seemed to have disappeared at this moment. She looked at the giant, and the black color that was darker than the night sky shone on Anbenola's face as if it had substance.

She squeezed out two thin sounds from her throat:

“…President?”

Fang Bailu had never seen this cylindrical column that occupied the sky above Manila, but Anbenola had. In fact, all the Qigong practitioners who could be listed in the "Microcomputer Taoism Research Society" had been received by "it" in the Xianying Palace: but before the destruction of Kuala Lumpur, it had already traveled far away on business.

The president of the “Microcomputer Taoism Research Society”; the owner of the only military-grade flying sword in New Malaysia… Anbennola is all too familiar with this.

In the whole of Southeast Asia, there is only one "self-disciplined Taoist propaganda machine" from the old world - although it has developed spiritual consciousness, it has never given itself a Taoist name; and its entire body is a huge mask of this information life.

The "Microcomputer Taoism Research Association" has been established for countless years, and the permanent directors have been replaced countless times: but the president is unique.

Even though the headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society has been destroyed, no one has ever thought that it would appear in Manila or even be used by another hibernating dragon - at least, this idea has never crossed Anbenola's mind.

"Please take a look at my newly formed 'Noble Person Response and Treatment Section'. This is the section chief. It is most convenient to use super robots to fight against Qi Refiners. What do you think?"

The man opened his arms, like a master of ceremonies presenting a stage performance:

"You know what they're telling me right now?"

Anbenola gritted her teeth and crouched down - she never gave up and never surrendered.

"They said: 'Killing you would be a big mistake.'"

"but……"

The man rolled his eyes, the bloodshot in his whites almost gathering into red paint:

"Who knows whether a madman should listen to hallucinations?"

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I wanted to write one chapter, but somehow ended up writing three! Did I make a breakthrough? !

Chapter 223: The Fourth Day of No Way (I)

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Pingsui was leading his family of seven, trudging to the edge of Manila. The shabby van carrying the whole family broke down halfway, and Pingsui could only drag his slender legs and two hind feet, moving slowly towards the city.

The iron sheets and plastic sheets they had brought with them to build a new home at the city boundary had long been thrown away. They were fleeing: fleeing from Sanguliguato, where the king no longer had his blessing.

The king has passed away, killed by a nobleman - then the kingdom that originally belonged to it can no longer stay: either it will be incorporated into the territory of other kings, or wild monsters will come to try to obtain territory to register in the Taihai chain...

No matter which outcome, it would be a disaster for the villagers. The new king would only allow his descendants and collateral branches to live in his area of ​​activity - as for the original residents, they could only use their flesh and blood to become food for the newcomers.

The great kings, after all, are not real kings - they do not need subjects and loyalty.

"When a new king comes... he will be beheaded... If he doesn't kill a lot of people, how can he sit firmly on the throne..."

From behind Pingsui's neck, the stench from his father's dental tartar wafted towards him, along with the occasional saliva he spit out.

This stupid and frustrating chattering made Pingsui extremely irritated, not to mention the rotten smell coming from the old man's half-body which had already become loose.

When Pingsui's grandfather's grandfather lived in Sanguliguato, it had already been the territory of King "Panshou-Catatore"; Pingsui's father had never experienced any change of power.

Moreover, Pingsui did not think that the small village of Sanguliguato, which only covered an area of ​​10 square kilometers, was worthy of a "throne". However, he also did not think he had the final say:

As the number of descendants contained in the kings' bodies increased, the last character of their surnames would be cut off - according to the secrets in the small village, the holy name of the deceased king was originally "Panshou-Katatorevaz"; it was not until the clan expanded to more than a hundred people that it got its current name.

As for those ancient kings in the top council of the Taihai Chain who have been around for who knows how many years...it is said that their surnames even consist of only one word.

Thinking of this, Pingsui couldn't help but feel a pang of tears in his nose. He stabbed his elbow back viciously, trying to drive away his father and his endless chatter:

"You old fool, stop talking! Our life and death are all decided by fate... What's the point of us walking away..."

The sudden wetness interrupted his unfinished words - the third concubine was crying, and the salty water flowed from her belly along her trouser legs and onto her thighs, making him feel indescribable resentment.

“Hey…Hey!”

After two low wheezing sounds like a dull knife pulling on a piece of iron, Ping Sui's father continued in that sad and dying tone. I don't know what made Ping Sui so angry:

"When the procurement vehicle drove over that year...I should have shot it on the curb!"

The old man gnashed his teeth, and his bony hands kept pinching and hitting Pingsui's neck. However, the force of the pinching and hitting was not as painful as the pain of the joints.

No one intended to blame all this on the external benefactors - it was a natural disaster, a natural disaster like a tsunami or an earthquake; if they didn't die on the spot, it meant that their ancestors had taken care of them, so who would dare to say a word?

"… Taihai took my essence, how come you gave me something like this in return…"

Pingsui was brought back from the sea of ​​​​amniotic fluid by his father who went into the city himself according to the number - it is said that in the past, parents had to use long fishing poles to fish their children out of the amniotic fluid boiler in the chain store.

The amniotic fluid furnaces of the time were not the standard that is now common: round transparent glass balls filled with alchemy reagents that were yellower than urine. The fully formed babies were still connected to the umbilical cord, floating up and down inside, more comfortable than in the womb of a woman.

In the past, it was not called the amniotic fluid furnace, but the official name was the "birth dish". In the perfect circular pool with a diameter of ten meters, dozens of embryos were floating in it, waiting for their biological parents to pull out the umbilical cord and take them away - the people of Luzon usually gave it another nickname, the Urine Lake.

The reason was simple: the yellow soup in the pool was simply too dark in color; it just lacked a bit of fishy smell.

The method of collecting Yang Jing and Yin Yuan has not changed - every Sunday, the Taihai chain's collection vehicle will drive to the village, and every Luzonite who has reached childbearing age is obliged to hand over his or her share to the collection vehicle; so that the Taihai chain can give birth to the future of Luzon for them.

Pingsui shook his head angrily and spat beside him.

After a while, the old man spoke again, as if he had never insulted his child before, or been insulted by him:

"My boy, don't be afraid that there is no way out ahead... When we get to the city, we can find a good family that has built a temple as our neighbor. We can use their connection points to mine first. At most, we can give them more computing power, so we won't suffer any loss..."

"Once we have saved enough money, we will also build a temple! We can dig it ourselves and enjoy it ourselves... These days are so promising..."

The old man actually started laughing when he was talking about this - but no one among the remaining family members laughed back.

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After an unknown amount of time, the mother pool shone brightly, illuminating everything; it was already late at night. The entire Manila was convex inward, flat in the middle, and turned outward, like a weird Colosseum from ancient times.

Pingsui's family finished eating the dry food they brought from the village - the dried meat left over from the fifth concubine's relocation surgery; the oily breast and leg meat were all eaten up, leaving only the leftover body scraps.

They just kept walking forward: in a daze, they even forgot their original destination; they just moved mechanically towards the center of the city.

Right here——

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Less than a few dozen meters away from them... accompanied by a scratching and piercing sound:

A terrifying monster that occupied most of Pingsui's vision suddenly rose from the ground!

The most turbulent waves that the average man had never seen in his 30 years of prime life and the old man had never seen in his 60 years of decay appeared before their eyes.

What is that thing!

Bigger than a van and stranger than the kings.

Round and long... darker than the night, darker than the dark night! The soul-shaking howl follows the rhythm; it comes from that indescribable and inexplicable monster.

"What happened?"

Ping Sui, who had been frightened by the battle between the king and the nobleman, stood there in a daze, and urine flowed out of his crotch with a loud noise: compared to the tears that the third concubine had shed before, it was just warmer.

"…What is this? What is this?"

The old man behind Pingsui couldn't smell the stench at all.

The Fifth Concubine was in extreme fear and neighed like a horse:

"Ah, ah! There's a war, there's a war! These are warships! My Lord! The nobles and the king have come to Manila!"

Pingsui groped around and picked up long iron poles that someone had placed next to the low house, guarding against enemies whose existence and whereabouts he had no idea.

He staggered and hobbled, leading his family around like a headless fly—even though there were several heads on this torso:

"Master, let's go, shall we? Let's go back to the village, let's go back to the village! We don't have to lose our lives!"

The eldest wife let out a shrill cry and pleaded: between the flickering lights and shadows, this woman from Cebu City was almost having a seizure.

"Yes, yes! Let's go, sir! Let's go——"

"Shut the fuck up, shut up!!"

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Chapter 224: The Fourth Day of No Way (Part )

The cries of his beloved wives and concubines were interrupted by the old man. He raised his hands to the sky and wailed like a flock of sheep:

"Run? Why are you running? Where else can we go?! Where else can we go?!!!"

"No one can live in the village anymore. It's a dead place if we go back there!"

The old man calmed down and regained some composure:

"Son...listen carefully...our ancestors were also born nobles! Our ancestors were not fished out of a lake of urine, but were the last batch of 'natural sons' squeezed out of women's bodies..."

The old man took two deep breaths with a phlegm sound and roared:

"Why can the king and the others do it, but we can't?!"

"The year before last, the Gonzales family next door, the harvester had been gone for less than a year, and they returned with an 18-year-old kid!"