Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Incomplete intelligence and a complete underestimation of the target's reproductive capacity led to this disastrous defeat.

"No! We must bring them into the encirclement!"

Only by allowing this terrifying force to cause enough damage to other organizations can the balance be maintained: otherwise, the Taihai Chain will completely withdraw from this competition!

"The plan has changed." Employee A clenched his fists. The pressure on his skinless body squeezed out more blood and he fainted in the saline solution. "We won't drive the target away anymore."

"Notify the British Axis forces of their presence and prepare to move! We'll act as bait and lure them into a trap—"

……

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the deep darkness cast by the Mother River - it seemed to be a light of alternating blue and red, or like pure black that was the result of many colors condensing together.

Employee A couldn't help but ignore the battlefield and looked up following the colorful guidance: the giant object floating in the sky above central Manila was a shape he was very familiar with:

"Section Chief?!"

The chief of the noble response department was accompanying the old ancestor. Its appearance also meant that...

call……

Snapped!

Employee A suddenly raised his hand and covered his face. The unrestrained force instantly made his cheeks red and swollen. The appearance of the old man and the section chief made Employee A calm down and calm down again.

He took a deep breath, sucking all the blood into his lungs, and was about to issue a new order -

boom! !

But he didn't have the chance to say it.

Because of the bright light that suddenly appeared in the center of the city, because of the deafening explosion, because of the storm and high-pressure gas that rushed towards them.

Dust obscured everything.

……

Regarding the conception of the appearance of the monster: If any of the readers are unfortunately suffering from severe anxiety, they should be able to experience the chest tightness and inability to breathe during an attack. My personal feeling is that it is as if some invisible transparent giant is stepping on my chest and squeezing out all the air in my lungs; this is the origin of the connection between the monster and mental illness.

Chapter 243 Six Days of Rebellion (I)

The impact of the explosion had already ploughed through the center of Manila like a wave. In the area near the edge of the city, many chain collapses also occurred due to this force; tonight was particularly gloomy, and even the hot wind of the past was gone - this also covered the ruins in the mist brought by the explosion.

Ambenola continued to hide in the gray mist, and the smoke and dust had difficulty entering her modified upper respiratory tract: she moved along the center line of the city, trying to leave Manila as quickly as possible. The "corpse" of Fang Bailu, which was originally tied to her waist with a steel cable - a broken and damaged prosthesis - had been left behind to increase her speed.

After all... she originally carried the body with her just for that glimmer of hope; and now, that hope was safely in Anbennola's arms.

From where she was now, she could already see the sloping, raised edge of Manila; as long as she climbed up the steps among the shacks, she would be able to get out of this dangerous place... and find a way to get him a body again.

……

Anbenola walked through a gap between ruined walls and piles of iron sheets, all around him were bumpy and uneven ground: these were from the low houses overturned by the explosion. Perhaps after tonight, this place will welcome a new owner, who will rebuild a stronger and more beautiful one than before.

Click.

Anbenola suddenly bent down, curled up, and turned her head. The previous escape and engagement had exhausted her physical strength, and her body was already hovering on the edge of collapse: she felt that once she stopped, she would never be able to move forward again - but at this moment, she had to stop.

A huge figure lying on the ground came into her sight - Anbennola had broken through the numerous blockades of the security team of the Noble Response and Processing Section, and was as familiar with this spider-like movement as the process in the alchemy room.

The member of the security team was crawling on the ground, keeping most of his body at the same height as the ruins for cover; four of his arms were holding the anti-material rifle mounted on the ground, with the muzzle brake roughly spread out to both sides, making it look even more terrifying - his eyes locked onto Anbennola with a dim orange-yellow light through the standard compound eye reconnaissance mask.

In order to avoid interference from the noble's magical powers, Anbennola has disconnected all her spiritual connections: this has also made her senses even duller... and the members of the security team never use smart guns: so when she found out, the other party was already too close in this maze of ruins.

Even the sound that had just caught Anbenola's attention seemed to be intentional - perhaps the staff of the noble response and processing department just liked to look into the eyes of those Qi cultivators who were about to fall...

So close that the initial velocity of the bullet and the distance it covered were close to the reaction limit of Anbennola's enhanced nervous system.

"Can you make it?"

There are also flying swords.

But... a sharp dizziness suddenly enveloped Anbenola: the endocrine and neurotransmitters during the war could only suppress her injuries to this extent. The "Orchid Grass" had become slow due to the user's dull consciousness; even if he could chop the opponent into pieces, he might not be able to avoid the gunfire.

But she would never give up any hope, never again—

……

suddenly...

The officer who was aiming at her was getting shorter and shorter: first, his arc-shaped helmet and the top of his head became flat and concave; then his exposed face became distorted, his eyes became deformed, and his eye sockets bulged out.

Pia!

It was like putting a water bag filled with branches on the ground and then stepping on it hard, making a popping sound.

The members of the security team of the Guiren Response Division were crushed by a transparent cylinder falling from midair, leaving only a shallow, 50-centimeter-diameter perfect circular pit; body fluids, bones, and crushed internal organs were all mixed in this round pool. The hands and feet that remained outside the pit also fell completely silent after the last slight tremor and bending of the nerves.

……

"this……!"

Anbenola stumbled back a step: this was a way of death she had never seen before. It was so ugly and abrupt that even she, a Qi cultivator, was horrified.

"Are there any enemies nearby?"

……

The dark red in the blood pool suddenly lit up with a bright white reflection. It seemed as if a bright full moon was shining on this pool of filth from a close distance.

Only then did Anbenola notice the colorful light on her face and reflected in her green eyes:

A bright and clean square stood abruptly not far away, out of tune with the surrounding cement ruins. But she clearly remembered that there was nothing there just a moment ago.

It was not until he got used to the dazzling light and looked carefully that Anbenola discovered:

That looks like... a dining truck?

In this hazy and bizarre atmosphere, as if in a dream, Anbenola dragged her staggering feet towards the dining car: the dining car seemed to be a hundred meters away, but Anbenola walked close to it in just a few steps - she couldn't help but doubt more, whether she was immersed in some kind of detached dream?

But when she turned her head, the pile of corpses emitting the stench of excrement and blood reminded Anbenola that all this was real. So she continued to move forward -

Although it gave Ambenola the feeling of a "dining car", it was not until Ambenola got closer that he realized that it was not a "car": it had no tires, exhaust pipes, or other things that a vehicle must have, and it seemed to be lifted here by the cantilever of a crane; the rectangular outer wall was originally made of some kind of mirror material, but it was painted with bright paint, and there was a huge, somewhat deformed thumb painted on it.

One side of the "dining car" opens outwards, with three seats that extend from the car body and fold out, a built-in cooking table for preparing food for the guests in front of them, and a brightly lit, red and red sign that extends from one end and stands in the most conspicuous position:

"Tuborg Burger - Handmade Egg Burger".

At the bottom right of the sign are small embossed, shiny characters: "001 - Headquarters".

It was called a sign, but it was actually just a small blackboard with the name written in chalk; but it was surrounded by twinkling colored lights that could not be contained. The red and gold lights spread around, swirling and circling, making the open space in front of the dining car look like a gorgeous and colorful dance floor.

Compared to the body of the food truck, the sign looks crude and cheap. Only the absurd style of this strange name adds a touch of appeal in today's era.

"Egg burger? What's an egg burger?"

Anbenola was confused, but he could not help but walk to the opening of the dining car as if he was sleepwalking.

Behind the counter stood a man: he seemed to be the owner of this food truck.

He was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a strange pattern on it - a bulging, golden round man; with one hand giving a thumbs-up happily, he was holding a miniature version of himself in the other hand, putting it into his mouth happily - he crossed his arms; he was wearing an acrylic mask on his head to prevent hot oil from splashing on his face and body fluids from getting on the food: the hot air exhaled from the man's mouth and nose, but covered the transparent mask with mist, making it impossible to see his facial features.

Although his vision was completely blocked, the shop owner still noticed Anbennola's arrival. He put down his hands, supported both ends of the counter, and nodded to Anbennola:

"Egg burger. Want one?"

Somehow, in this bizarre scene, Anbenola's already increasingly confused mind became even more confused. She spoke before she even thought:

"……it is good."

"Then please take a seat."

The shop owner pointed to the seats extending out of the window and started to heat the pot.

Anbenola climbed onto the dining chair with difficulty, and the boss began to cook - there was an acrylic board between the chef and the guests to prevent the splashing oil from frying the guests.

There are seven perfectly round grooves on the iron pan, which are smooth and shiny, with a Teflon coating of black. The boss scooped out a piece of bright white, fresh lard with textures and threw it into the iron pan. When the lard gradually melted and the aroma rose, he picked up a long iron spoon, scooped up the milky white batter from the bucket beside him, and poured it into the grooves. He then picked up an egg and tapped the edge of the pan, and with a "pop" sound, he beat the transparent egg white and the smooth egg yolk into the sizzling batter.

Then, he picked up the finely chopped green onion, the red and white, slightly fatty ham strips, and the minced fine meat sauce. The boss stirred the gradually formed, slightly crispy batter, and spread these fillings layer by layer into the batter that exuded the aroma of wheat.

“This gives it a more layered taste.”

The shop owner uttered a muffled voice through his mask, and he still had time to explain in between his busy movements.

Anbenola nodded politely without saying anything in approval or disapproval - she had never been picky about the taste of food, so she didn't really understand the meaning of "taste and layers".

The boss picked up the putty knife and spatula, picked up the fried egg burger and turned it over. The aroma of fresh lard and the rising steam spread out, making the roof of the shop look like a mist:

"Humans no longer have much need to store calories, but they still crave the taste of fat."

Anbenola felt as if a hand was reaching into her abdomen and pulling hard - her digestive system had been remodeled a long time ago, but this was the first time she felt so... hungry.

"Spicier?"

Anbenola shook her head: She couldn't eat spicy food.

"Okay, then add some ketchup."

Anbenola took the egg burger, and the heat penetrated the paper bag, plastic and paper towel, and it was still a little hot. She puffed up her cheeks and blew a few mouthfuls on the hot part, then took a bite gently: the misty hot steam poured out from the bite hole, and Anbenola couldn't help but close her eyes.

The outside is crispy, but the inside is softer to the touch. The batter is slightly solidified, somewhere between crispy and sticky.

Although the minced meat is cooked directly in the batter, it is marinated before being put into the pot to remove the fishy smell of uncured pork; instead, it has a subtle chewy texture for Anbenola to chew slowly in his mouth - there is also chopped cartilage in it.

The lard used for frying and brushing on the bottom of the pan and the surface of the pancakes makes diners feel a little greasy; but the chopped green onions in the egg burgers just dilute the excessive greasiness.

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Chapter 244: Six Days of Rebellion (Part )

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"Pregnancy Center".

The Taihai Chain has a total of 21 "pregnancy halls" throughout Manila. Each of them has a birth pool filled with pure amniotic fluid; and they are all connected to the Taihai Chain's headquarters, the Tai Palace, by underground passages - people in Manila are born in these pregnancy halls, and those widowed old people who have no offspring to complete the "Great Circulation of Heaven" will also be re-entered into the amniotic fluid at the end of their lives.

Pingsui chose the nearest pregnancy clinic to where they were - no, not a choice. Rather, it was following the last bit of clarity in the sudden dust cloud and shock wave, in the chaos of the explosion... This clarity also led them to their final goal.

Perhaps Pingsui's family was really blessed with good fortune... The earth-shattering explosion only left them with some flesh wounds. The pregnancy center, which was hit by the high-pressure airflow and impact, no longer had the security guards guarding the door as before:

Only the signboard with the words "Malati District Central Pregnancy Center" was blown away by the strong wind caused by the explosion and fell on the orange-yellow trail in front of the door.

……

"Go in... go in. It's safe inside—"

Pingsui walked into the door of the pregnancy house amid the groans and cries of his father and his wives and concubines. Originally, they just followed the rage in their hearts and decided to move closer to the pure amniotic fluid - they didn't even think about how to face the bullets of the security guards.

But now, the huge explosion in downtown Manila has provided Pingsui and his family with a reason that might allow them to get away with it: seeking refuge.

As for how to avoid the security guards and enter the birthing pool? Ping Sui had no plan in mind. He just walked through the crooked pregnancy registration office and walked into the front hall with chaotic steps.

The lights here rise and fall like the tides, fluctuating with the phases of the moon - pale yellow light is cast from the ceiling at the top, ranging from dimness where you can barely see your fingers to brightness like daylight; every five minutes is a complete cycle of light change.

It is said that this is to provide an atmosphere: an atmosphere about the coming and going of life -

"!"

As the pain grew intense, Pingsui's father's bony hands suddenly and fiercely pinched the back of Pingsui's neck. This was a silent warning:

At this time, the light was at its lowest point. A hazy halo spread across the front corridor of the pregnancy center, reflecting the blurry figures inside - the figures of the security guards.

……

They stood motionless, guarding the front porch of the pregnancy center - although the security guards had their backs to Pingsui's family, their guns were raised high, aimed at the door at the end, as if they were confronting whatever was behind the door.

"Is there a war going on here too? It's over!"

There were no electric shocks or bullets fired at Pingsui and his family, not even any scolding or expulsion: the security guards seemed unaware of the arrival of Pingsui's family and just froze in place.

This place suddenly became like a "ancestral temple" that had been renovated several times and was visited from time to time by Manila citizens: the connected human bodies were made into specimens, with their eternal and unchanging sculptural postures as examples for the citizens of Luzon who came to choose the relocation surgery that suits their taste.

The wife and children extend from the ribs to perform multiple processing steps at the same time, which is called "family happiness"; the child is grafted onto the back of the child's spine to guide and correct the child's work, which is called "being on the knees". All the limbs of the family members are retained and only connected at the torso, which is a "house full of children and grandchildren" prepared for those families who pursue the output speed of the workshop. The spine and nervous system of the "owner" are extended, and only the head of the relative is transplanted to the stretched and solidified neck to expand the computing power, which is called "luxuriant branches and leaves". The offspring strengthen the load-bearing spine and change the walking method to four limbs, so that the parents with the transplanted upper body can work to their heart's content. The most affectionate atmosphere, keeping everyone's heads looking at each other, is called "family happiness"...

Pingsui could remember every "house type" clearly, and engraved it in the deepest part of his mind. When he was an adult and was about to move, he visited these model houses one by one in the ancestral temple. The place where a Luzon person is born determines the first half of his life, and moving determines their future direction...

But everyone understands that Taihai Chain will not use its own security as material for making model houses.

……

"Shh, shh!"