Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Erni clashed the two swords in front of her face, sparks flew out:

"You want me to tell you? Oh, or you multi-headed monsters are here to smoke with me, right? Do you want me to give each of you one?"

The wrist joint of Yusunjian rotated violently, and then stopped in an instant; the emergency stop caused a strange sound of the linkage device. Erni clenched her fists, and the veins on her neck bulged - she could feel the trembling like an electric shock, this was a dangerous signal, and all the hairs on her body stood up.

The swordsman frowned, and his snow-white upper teeth were exposed in a ferocious sneer:

"Girls, don't cry easily, okay? What I hate most are crybabies and nagging people!"

……

Chapter 226: The Fourth Day of No Way (IV)

Manila was still in its quiet night, and the warm wind was like an invisible hand, passing through the city. In a small corner where no one cast their eyes, Fang Bailu was standing there.

The soul search continued, but the snow ghost's howling had stopped. Park Wenzhi huddled in the darkness to the side, hugging himself tighter, his knuckles turning white. The van was like a shield, blocking him.

Fang Bailu chewed on the information he had extracted from the Snow Ghost's soul - unexpected, reasonable. But it was not enough, he needed to know more: another hibernator, another hibernating dragon.

Hibernating dragon...a dragon in hibernation.

Apart from Cang Yangzi's message, the last time Fang Bailu heard this word was in an unknown corner of the Data Abyss - the small chat room belonging to the "Immortal Gathering". There, those who had acquired the applied technology of the old world called the sleeping hibernators: hibernating dragons.

So, for the first time since waking up, Fang Bailu encountered traces of his true self... another visitor from the distant past.

Fang Bailu suddenly felt a burning desire, circling in his mind: Is this hibernator also a Pan-Asian? What did he do after waking up? Is he also taken care of by his descendants? What kind of person is he?

But then he suppressed this desire:

Just like the various conflicts of ideas among the so-called "immortals", which even caused the death of beings who could have lived forever; Fang Bailu didn't think that he would really hit it off with this other hibernator and become close friends. Just the years before sleeping and the place after waking up would lead to completely different directions for personality and behavior.

So, let’s start with——

……

Fang Bailu's thoughts stopped. Because above his head, the Mother River and Yin Pond were brightly lit.

The two artificial stars floating above the city suddenly cast vertical circles of light, like spotlights from the top of a stage, enveloping the Snow Ghost and Fang Bailu in the circle - and the city outside was hidden in darkness.

……

Without any signal, Fang Bailu's soul search was interrupted: the original soul of the snow ghost seemed to have sunk into the deep sea and could no longer be found -

But the body without the soul is still moving.

The snow ghost, who had become a walking corpse, raised his hand and snapped his middle finger and thumb.

Park Wenzhi, who was hugging his knees and trembling, suddenly stopped and then fell to the rough concrete floor.

The five fingers of Fang Bailu that were holding the snow ghost's head suddenly folded in the opposite direction - he just wanted to slightly adjust the position of his hands, but the unexpected acceleration exceeded the range of motion of the joints.

The "Snow Ghost" crouched slightly, bent over, and nimbly left the coverage of his right hand:

But Fang Bailu just froze in place: he suddenly lost control of his body in a subtle way.

It wasn't interference or interruption from within - he wasn't unable to move. Quite the contrary, at this moment his prosthesis was more active than one could imagine.

It is so active that even the natives in the body cannot control it.

Control and restraint were achieved by increasing the force and accelerating the transmission speed between nerves and artificial muscle bundles: Fang Bailu's exquisitely controlled force now turned into chaos.

The edges of Fang Bailu's limbs were covered with turbid edges: this was an afterimage caused by high-speed shaking. A buzzing sound like a swarm of bees kept ringing, and a deep pit had been scraped out of the cement at his feet.

By enhancing, accelerating and promoting, the opponent loses some of his ability to act...

This kind of reverse thinking was the first time Fang Bailu encountered it - the effect was very obvious, his prosthetic body was like an animation with a higher playback speed, and could only stay in place and tremble violently all over the body.

The "Snow Ghost" walked in front of Fang Bailu...her body was changing shape.

The convex structures surrounding the knees of the legs and more muscles are bulging - until the round and convex knee joints are also covered, and the ups and downs from the thigh to the calf can no longer be seen.

The snow ghost is becoming taller. The extra height comes from the knee joints, spine and neck that have been torn apart and re-supported.

It was as if a similar yet different soul was descending into her body.

The sudden increase in height made her taller than Fang Bailu—from looking up, to looking straight, to looking down:

"Hello, thirty-five."

……

The original Spanish-language accent was gone. Even though most of the characteristics were gone, Fang Bailu could still smell a familiar feeling from the coastal area.

It was still the Snow Ghost: the same voice, the same face. But the tone, pronunciation, and exhalation were all completely different.

Is it remote synchronization through the objectivity of biological modules? Is it a personality artifact pre-implanted in the brain? Or is it the most rudimentary puppetry: simply using chips to control brain contents?

There are no answers to these conjectures: because the external signs currently displayed are the same.

When Fang Bailu was searching the soul, he had already determined the number of souls in the snow ghost's body.

Then this other object - another consciousness, could only have come down from the outside world and occupied the snow ghost's body.

Thirty-five?

Although it’s an unclear name…

But Fang Bailu didn't need to look around to know that the woman in front of him was no longer the "Snow Ghost" and the only person he could talk to at this moment was him.

His faceless face met the woman's gaze - the soul in his mud pill tried hard to relieve the tremors coming from his limbs and whole body.

The woman opened her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were pulled back and upward until they reached their limit and split open, dripping with scarlet blood and pale pink tender flesh.

Tiny, slender threads of flesh stretched out from the gap, trying to connect the upper and lower parts - but it only made the expression even more hideous:

"You have been performing resuscitation procedures for four years - the thirty-fifth hibernator to be awakened from slumber."

"So until we have an accepted codename, we'll be calling you 'Thirty-Five.'"

The woman pulled her waist back and leaned her entire upper body forward until her face was reflected on the metal mirror of Fang Bailu's shell.

She didn't blink: her breathing was extremely shallow. It was clearly a human face, but it looked so... alien.

call!

The woman suddenly leaned back and straightened her back again. Fang Bailu's arm, accelerated by the virtual nerves, left an afterimage, but it just brushed past her nose.

The air current blew her hair away and let it hang in front of her face.

boom!

The overexerted right arm then hit the left chest, causing a high-pitched whine. This sudden attack became like a funny circus because Fang Bailu was completely unable to control the strength.

The woman looked at Fang Bailu, who had lost his balance again due to the hammering, and said nothing:

"Thirty-five... We are not your enemies. We are your fellow patients."

Chapter 227: The Fourth Day of No Way (V)

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At the end of the light tone, there is a heavy emphasis.

"Fellow patient"; a familiar yet unfamiliar definition - but the last time this word appeared in Fang Bailu's ears was many years ago.

The woman turned her head away, allowing Fang Bailu to concentrate his computing power and try to break the curse. She continued to speak, using more impactful information like a hammer:

"We have many names. We can call ourselves the 'World Reshaping and Reengineering Committee', and we accept the name 'New Temple'. The humorous ones call us the 'Terminally Ill Rehabilitation Exchange Society', and the serious ones call us 'The Dragon Group'. We are also called 'The King's Cave'."

"But as a hibernating dragon, we are just: 'we'."

……

……

Even though he was still trying his best to fight against the runaway nerve signals, Fang Bailu understood everything that was happening in an instant.

Hibernators, other awakened hibernators - and, they have formed a cluster.

When did it happen? Why didn't I know about it?

Various possibilities flashed through his mind, but Fang Bailu couldn't come to a definite conclusion.

The woman took a step and circled around Fang Bailu, who was shaking very slightly and very quickly. Her steps were small and fragmented, as if she was wearing a long tube skirt that was stuck at her ankles:

"How did it all begin? Why has the world changed?"

“The reason is simple: we are here.”

"Decades ago, we ended our hibernation period one after another in various parts of the world. Pale coffins, strange countries, a completely different world... with our own corpses lying beside us."

……

She glared at Fang Bailu, as if mocking his self-proclaimed uniqueness:

"All the white coffins were scattered around - our awakening points never overlapped. So at the beginning, we all thought we were the only ones left."

"As strangers on the other side of time, we climb, we kill, we grab. We survive, and live better."

Fang Bailu gave up the idea of ​​forcing his way through the nerve barrier: what the woman said was worth his time to digest.

How come... so early?

As if she saw Fang Bailu's doubt, the woman continued:

"Then, it took some time... we found each other. Starting with 'Patient Zero', more and more hibernating dragons knew of each other's existence - and then, we swore a blood oath."

"We shared everything. So close, beyond the bonds of blood and kinship."

"At that time: there was also another hibernating dragon - just like you and me today, who answered my questions. Ha..."

She let out a long breath, like a sigh or a sigh. Even in the strong wind of Manila, you can see the steam coming out of her mouth:

"Now, after spending decades, we exchange secrets and information, the preferences or weaknesses of our superiors, and even magic tools and secret recipes. We serve as each other's weapons, sharing our resources and knocking on the door of the old company together..."

"Some fell, some died tragically, some exiled themselves forever... but in the end, we gained everything."

The woman continued in a low voice. Without any excitement, pride, or satisfaction, she spoke as if she were describing the contents of a shopping cart, spewing out content that would make ordinary people dizzy:

"In the Daoguo Axis, we are the masters of the Milky Way; in the Java Group, we have tamed the alpha wolf among the giant beasts. We implanted a Trojan horse into the body of the father of the Goryeo monarch; and there are tens of millions of people in North America who recite the employee handbooks we issued during their morning prayers."

"In the Siamese Buddhist Court, in the Chaos Shibuya, in the Apennine Tower of Babel, in the British Magic Empire, in the Australian Opera Troupe, in the New Dragon Palace at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean... Everything on earth, in the sea, and in the sky has our traces."

She paused quietly, as if giving Fang Bailu time to digest the words, or as if she was brewing a conclusion:

"The immortals are merely the custodians of the earth. The real masters of this world are us."

……

Immortal! Immortal.

Fang Bailu was not surprised at all when this word appeared in the conversation: the Immortal Gathering had sent invitation emails to all mailboxes in the old world.

Then everything that was browsed in that chat room was naturally witnessed by other hibernators who woke up decades earlier than him:

"The chat room of the Immortal Gathering - when you clicked on the link in the email and entered the chat room, we discovered your existence."

The woman stopped beside Fang Bailu and stared at his head which turned 360 degrees with her:

“We’ve been setting the beacon since patient zero entered the chat room.”

"We have, of course, read the 'Minutes'. We know every conversation at the Immortal Assembly."

"We didn't bother looking for every awakened hibernator, even though it's simple: if a hibernator that wakes up doesn't even have the sensitivity to touch the core of the world, then there's no need for him to enter our sight."

She once again moved her face closer to Fang Bailu. But this time, he did not force the still chaotic prosthesis to fight back:

"So, let's talk about you."

"Fang Bailu, a registered Taoist boy of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society... a small hardware store owner. He has been awake for three years, but has accomplished nothing."

"Even your descendants ambushed and killed a Qi Refiner before you woke up, stole his daily-use flying sword, and hid it in an old recliner in the store."

"In order to avoid being discovered by the research institute, he erased part of his memory; and this flying sword was used as a power source by you."

"You are the last patient among us to wake up. Before you, we had begun to suspect that there would be no new hibernating dragons that would undergo the thawing procedure."

The woman shook her head slightly and continued her walk. She tiptoed forward gently, with the posture of an examiner examining a student: