Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

boom!

The high-pressure gas expanded in all directions, drawing a huge perfect circle, blowing up and shattering everything it could touch. Countless bouquets of flowers bloomed: flowers made of shattered, exploded, and flying glass, reflecting the red light of the fire - they bloomed one by one until they covered the entire Manila.

Then, the raging fire line, carrying high clouds of dust, pushed all the way to the edge of the city, obliterating the splendor of the previous moment; the low houses and shacks swayed and trembled in the hurricane-like pressure wave.

Even the Mother River and Yin Pool hanging high in the sky swayed along with it—the holographic human figures projected by them disappeared in the fluctuations.

The huge "capsule" in mid-air, which was closest to the detonation point, made a buzzing sound as it was impacted, and was pushed backwards.

The Manila Center, which had already suffered from the ravages of Fang Bailu and the heavenly soldiers, could no longer bear it and finally collapsed.

The concrete ground sank inward and downward: the once solid foundation of the city turned into quicksand, swallowing up the buildings on the surface of the city center with Fang Bailu's explosion point as the core.

The citizens of Manila who originally lived here had already evacuated because of the horrific fight. The horrific explosion did not cause any casualties, but instead seemed more like a huge firework.

"Hahaha, hahaha! How did you know I was here?!"

Anbenola reached back and hooked her arm around Fang Bailu's neck. They leaned against each other, gliding in the turbulent air currents - she went against the strong wind, bursting out in laughter, releasing a smile that she had never fully shown before:

"The upper and lower halves of your body separated and exploded. Why are you so crazy? Hahahaha… They were blown silly!"

It was the first time that Fang Bailu saw her laugh so happily. So even though he no longer had the ability to laugh, he still let out a few deep laughs from his chest.

……

……

Bang, boom!

Fang Bailu hugged Anbennola with the remaining half of his body. With the impact and inertia after the jet was exhausted, he used his shoulders and arms as contact points, and corrected his forward trajectory again and again through collisions in the ruins.

boom!

With a loud bang, they landed on the ground; as long as they avoided a direct collision, the slight impact would not be a big deal.

After the aftermath of Fang Bailu's self-explosion, the dust had not yet completely dissipated - the entire ruined city center of Manila was shrouded in mist.

The little ghost separated from Fang Bailu's hand, reshaped and reassembled into a lower set of skeletons with legs and lumbar vertebrae, supporting Fang Bailu's body. He now looked extremely strange, as if some monster had bitten off the flesh and blood from his lower body, leaving only the skeleton.

Chapter 236: Underwater Swimming (Part )

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He took Anbennola with him and continued to move forward under the cover of the ruins. The energy of the Perpetual Sword Heart alone was not enough to support the weight of Fang Bailu and Anbennola and continue to fly for a long time. If it weren't for the wing membrane installed on the back of the prosthesis, they would have fallen to the ground because of the terrible weight of the Qi Refiner.

Anbenola had already restrained her crazy and wanton smile and returned to her calmness. She did not ask Fang Bailu how he found her again, but just smoothed her short blond hair that was stuck to her forehead by sweat and said calmly:

"That man just now was a living dead."

Fang Bailu adjusted the power of the little ghost skeleton so that it could last longer. When he arrived at Anbennola's location, he also saw the figure composed of holographic light -

Perhaps due to the intuition simulated by the neural network, he instinctively discovered the similarities between the other person and himself:

"Yeah, I can see it."

Seeing Fang Bailu's unsurprised expression, Anbennola couldn't help but frown - then he relaxed again and let out a long breath:

"……more than one?"

……

Fang Bailu nodded gently, judging the quickest route out of the city. He wanted to send Anbennola out first; this was not her war:

"A lot. I estimate there are at least fifteen to thirty hibernating dragons alive today—"

"But there shouldn't be many hibernating dragons in Luzon right now; at least not many that are here in person."

Anbenola shook his head in disbelief, as if he was talking to himself and Fang Bailu:

"Impossible... How is it possible? In 'her' world, you are the only living dead who has awakened."

Fang Bailu knew that Anbenola was talking about the "copy" that gave birth to Shou Niang. In that version of the Earth, he died at the hands of the Xihe girl - but apart from the immortal, there was no trace of other hibernators reviving from the white coffin:

"I have some guesses about this matter...but now is not the time to verify it."

He raised his palm and pointed his finger diagonally upwards behind him. The moonlight in Manila's sky had disappeared due to the shaking of the Mother River and the Yin Pond:

"What was that...big capsule before?"

……

Hearing this question, Anbenola paused:

"The president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society... I thought it left New Malaysia just to travel, but I didn't expect it to appear here."

"……what?"

This was an unexpected answer—the situation was more dangerous than he had originally imagined. Fang Bailu slowed down his pace. His head turned 180 degrees, facing Anbennola, and his empty face was particularly deep in the dark night:

"You should leave, leave now—leave Manila for now. Even if you stay here now—"

There was no trace of emotion on Anbenola's face:

"That living dead wanted the 'Cause and Effect Universe' on me, that is, the copy."

So even if Anbennola left the city immediately, the other party would chase her outside Manila - she seemed to know what reason Fang Bailu wanted to use to persuade her to hide outside the city.

This time, Fang Bailu was also surprised:

"Do you have any reservations about the world that Shou Niang left?"

Anbenola nodded and looked back firmly - although she couldn't see the other person's eyes:

"So, leaving Manila may not necessarily keep me safe. What's more likely is that the living dead will take the 'President' and leave Manila directly to track me over a long distance."

"The president is the host of 'Mind and Body Slash'. We can't defeat him. Its function exceeds that of a competition-level flying sword, and..."

Exceeding the competition level, that is to say—

"Military grade. Military grade...it's actually military grade..."

……

Fang Bailu kept repeating, as if he wanted to chew these three words into pieces and swallow them down - he didn't expect that when he finally encountered a military-grade flying sword, it would be in such a terrible situation. Finally, he suddenly raised his head:

"Give me the 'Causal Universe' and you leave first."

"No. It...can't be separated from my soul and body. It's very complicated and I can't explain it now." Anbenola paused and said without emotion; "I think the next step is to let you get out of Manila first. I don't have any Tao Fruit anymore and can't keep up with your speed. I will hide as much as possible to buy you some more time."

She threw out her words like metal, hard pieces of iron:

"Don't come looking for me. Wait until you are ready and everything is complete, then come back and avenge me."

Fang Bailu suddenly stopped, his feet hammering into the ground like a drill. He turned around and held Anbennola tightly:

"I see."

Fang Bailu had no intention of accepting her proposal, and seemed to have automatically skipped over what Anbennola had just said:

"Then we won't run away."

"Let them come. I'll make a trap, and then..."

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……

Fang Bailu did not continue to speak because he saw it: he saw the trajectory flying behind Anbennola.

It seemed to be just a small turbulence, a tuft of light like cow hair; it silently passed through the reinforced concrete wall of the building, cutting through everything that blocked its way.

But it was coming toward them—

Fang Bailu's body and consciousness took a step forward at the same time, blocking Anbennola. He stretched out his hand, trying to grab the invisible blade:

The boundary between the fingers and the palm separated and dispersed silently. The invisible dividing line continued to move forward: it cut off the blocking arms and shoulders, and finally passed through the armor on the head and reached Fang Bailu's mud pill.

He realized what it was. It was the sword of the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association: the military-grade flying sword that "slashes both mind and body".

When was it locked?

quick--

Fang Bailu wanted to say something, but he never had the chance to finish. A dull thumping sound came from his chest: the phone that had been spinning with his thoughts stopped and fell into the chest of his prosthetic body.

The neck made of gold and iron dropped down, and all functions ceased as the consciousness in the mud pill disappeared. The little ghost also collapsed, and his body fell into the dust.

After the military flying swords came the gunfire and sword lights swung by the Taihai Liansuo nobles in response to the team's response - heading towards Anbennola.

Fang Bailu didn't know all this.

Because he died.

Chapter 237: Underwater Swimming (Part )

Fang Bailu was indeed dead.

Because when he woke up, he was already in a sea of ​​numbers: there was no coloring, no decoration; in the node space of meaningless size and dimension, there were densely packed people and souls.

They are all Fang Bailu. This small cave is Fang Bailu's "nest".

Everything in the prosthetic Fang Bailu Niwan - all memories and personality, will be synchronized here when connected to the network - synchronized to his nine hundred and ninety-nine copies of consciousness.

Ever since he took the first step in copying his consciousness, he has never considered his own "uniqueness" again.

"I just really died...completely."

The experience of death hit him fiercely: the complete sense of extinction was like a hammer, hitting Fang Bailu's soul hard.

Even without a real body, he still let out a long breath in his imagination - even a military-grade flying sword didn't seem as terrifying as he had imagined: although it was almost invisible and extremely sharp, even the reaction speed of the prosthesis could hardly keep up...

But the fact that I am still alive is the best proof.

Next, all I have to do is to copy it again and let the soul return to the Niwan and the body...

……

flutter.

In fact, there was no auditory signal, but Fang Bailu still felt and heard the dissipation sound when the bubbles burst.

Then: All the activated Fang Bailu saw it - the flying sword that was chasing him and entering the digital sea together. It was no longer invisible and colorless in the real world: in the digital space, it was able to show the most real and complete picture.

"Mind and Body Cut" was so small and rusty. It was like a small folding knife that had been preserved for more than hundreds of years, with a broken handle and a blade covered with green rust. The flying sword opened Fang Bailu's cave and swam into the crowd.

It drew a straight line quietly, gently, and even a little slowly. All copies of consciousness that blocked its path disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a torn void.

The military flying sword arrived at Niwan not just to erase the existence of the prosthesis: it was to use the connection between the soul and the spirit as a springboard to kill all the copies of Fang Bailu in the sea of ​​numbers.

The real... "both mind and body are slain".

The sword is still spinning, still dancing: it sweeps through the crowd, leaving nothing behind.

Fang Bailu suddenly realized that this was a flying sword specially designed for magical warfare.

No sound, no question. This is a real, thorough weapon; created to ensure the destruction of all existence of the individual. The toy-level playfulness, the daily-level heat, the competition-level aggression are all gone at this moment, leaving only the military-level purity.

The virtual flying sword injected with "Mind and Body Slash" was like a pneumatic gun on a slaughter line, accurate, efficient, and tireless. It swept through one copy of Fang Bailu's consciousness after another, bringing them into the eternal night.

One after another, time and again...

death.

That feeling of emptiness was transmitted to every Fang Bailu again and again with the death of the copies of consciousness, taking him to relive the silence of a moment ago.

……

He recalled the late nights when he was a child, when he was lying in bed and thought that nothing would change; that he would always be protected and loved; that all the pain and frustration would only remain in yesterday, and that there would still be countless hope and joy tomorrow.

"But don't we all die one day?"

When I was still a child, this question suddenly crossed my mind.

"What if I die?"

At that time, Fang Bailu was trembling because of the overly horrifying question, and even left tear marks on the pillow. Because he did not dare to think about the question carefully, there was no answer.

Until now—the virtual flying sword is about to completely erase his existence, every one of them.