Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Clap!

The spring was stretched straight, and a banner with white letters on a red background unfolded above the dining table, covering a small part of Anbenola's vision:

《Congratulations to the 10,000th guest at Le Borg 001 Headquarters! 》

The boss put his hands together and clapped them gently.

click -

The cooking table suddenly spun, leaving an afterimage that was difficult to see clearly. When it stopped, the cooking table had disappeared; the parts reassembled and transformed into a glass showcase with spotlights:

It carries a wide variety of objects - ranging from old world to new era, from product lines launched by many companies to custom-made pieces in artisan workshops.

Anbenola could recognize the "sword pills" that were issued by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association in a group of seven; the palm-sized rectangular blocks that were similar to the flying sword in Fang Bailu's hand, floating in the window; the "national standard 'harming god poison'" that was packaged in a corrugated box and taped to the edges with transparent tape...

There were many other items in the window, but they were obviously damaged and had obvious signs of age, making it difficult for her to discern specific information.

The shop owner spread out his palms, as if he wanted to lift everything in the glass window in front of her to show her:

"No need to answer. I'll tell you who you are. You are a lucky customer. You are the 10,000th customer of our store. Therefore, you have special benefits-"

"After you finish your burgers, there are free gifts."

……

When she was still placing an order at the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society, Anbennola had already seen the product catalogs and relic collection catalogs of their collections. Among these "gifts" in the window before her, there were many antiques that even Anbennola was not familiar with: their value was difficult for her to estimate.

If she had made the right choice, she could have walked out of Manila intact...

However, Anbenola still only raised a question:

"Then what do I have to pay?"

She simply skipped over the title of "the 10,000th guest" she had just received - Anbenola felt that this was just an expression of the strange attitude of the man in front of her.

The shop owner's gaze seemed to be real, passing through the colorful light cast from the car roof and across the shining window:

"You have to... do what you were supposed to do."

He suddenly pointed to Ambenola's robe:

"For example, protect the 'friend' in that mud ball; and - don't let those people get your 'record'."

“Both the reconstructionists and the futurists want it—but I’m neither. I do things by chance and feeling.”

Reconstructionism? Futurism? These two words were familiar and yet strange to Ambenola: so she kept them firmly in her mind.

On the other end, the shop owner continued:

"When 'he' wakes up, remember to ask him to come to my place for burgers. It says '001 Main Store' on it - that's because there is only this one store and no plans to open branches. So don't be fooled by fake and shoddy products."

The shop owner didn't say who "he" was referring to, but Ambenola still knew it.

"you……"

Ambenola raised his head and looked at the sign again.

"You are the living dead."

But she still didn't say this out loud - because a new thought flashed through her mind:

The taste...is the taste!

She had long lost the ability to taste sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors - how could she feel the delicate and rich taste just now on her tongue now?

Thinking of this, Anbenola finally understood:

"What am I eating?"

The shop owner folded his arms across his chest, and his breath continued to make the white mist on his mask darker:

"The taste. The taste is what you put into your body."

……

"I see."

Then Anbenola stood up from the seat on the dining car, straightened his clothes, and nodded slightly:

"So, how long will this illusion last?"

……

Snapped!

It was as if when a CTR television was turned off, the brightness of all the picture tubes converged to the center line at that moment, forming a white streak... After a faint "screen cut" sound - the world that Anbennola could feel suddenly became completely different.

She lowered her head, and the feeling coming from her body surprised her——

Fatigue, soreness, and... the horrifying numbness that had appeared on the wound. The consciousness that had just disappeared briefly crashed into Anbenola's brain again, making her realize how she was on the verge of physical collapse.

"The smell... that smell is gone."

Even though he had realized that he was in an illusion, he seemed to have completely forgotten it.

Wow!

Anbenola mobilized her modified circulatory system, and the "egg burger" she had just swallowed was regurgitated out of her esophagus, allowing her to hold it in her hands:

There were no chopped green onions, no lean meat, no egg white. All that was in his palm was——

A human bone bitten open but not completely broken; an eyeball with its lens cut open by molars, revealing a jelly-like interior; a piece of upper lip with teeth marks and connected from the philtrum...

The dark red blood was diluted by saliva, turning into a large pink mass, soaking the human debris.

Anbenola licked her gums and the corners of her lips, tasting it carefully - no fishy smell, no meaty taste, nothing. The rich taste just now had disappeared, and the human remains in her mouth did not leave her with any fishy smell.

"It was just an illusion..."

Anbenola remembered that she had not entered the uplink and "wandering", but how could she have such a real sensory perception? This level of deception - at least she had never seen it before.

saliva……

With a slight click of her teeth, disinfectant mouthwash was injected into the oral cavity. She stirred it in her mouth for a few times, spit out the foreign object in her mouth, and then stopped looking at it. If it were other mortals or even Qi cultivators, they might feel nauseous because of cannibalism without knowing it, but Anbenola would not care about such a thing.

She looked up, and the exquisite and dazzling food truck had disappeared without a trace; the balloons, colorful flags and banners that looked like flowers had disappeared into the air.

Instead, there were slight distortions and curves in the air. Anbenola could see a huge, fuzzy outline, with distorted lines outlining the shape of the giant in mid-air. But even in the almost transparent vision, he could still sense the heaviness of the Pompidou Center; the dense and criss-crossing convex transparent lines, with an active sense of structural exposure.

A heavy and huge invisible object stood in the void in front of Anbennola, and the hazy refraction covered half of the sky.

Snap, snap, snap.

Not far away, there were several more muffled and crisp sounds of human bodies being crushed and pressed - and on the ground, there were several more circular pits soaked in bright red and white: several other members of the Noble Response and Processing Section who were patrolling in the area were also turned into debris and liquid in the squeezing that was invisible to the naked eye.

……

Suddenly, a long voice came from the empty space in front of Anbennola:

"We'll meet again. Please come again."

Like a chant, a mixture of voices of men and women, old and childish, came from the invisible giant, rising and falling in high and low, thick and thin tones and timbre; the words it uttered were full of layers of repetition, some of which were like the lag sound when the signal is interfered with.

After leaving the previous illusion, this should be the first time that the owner of "Lebao Castle" spoke to Anbennola with a real voice - and she felt that the one who spoke was the transparent and invisible giant itself.

Anbenola did not give an answer. She just stood there quietly, observing the foreign object whose purpose, nature and attitude were unknown.

……

There was no roar of jet propulsion, no unusual noise of engine starting: those tiny arcs and lines were slowly climbing up. Anbenola could feel that the "invisible wall" was moving vertically upwards, away from her surroundings - the wind blowing in front of her finally blew the hair on her forehead again.

Then—in the blink of an eye—she was finally able to observe the movement of the invisible giant.

A hole was carved out in the thick clouds - the clouds that were already unclear at night were pushed away in all directions, revealing a huge oval hole in the dim white. It precisely outlined a giant object that had just left in the rising air and whose appearance had been hidden by some mechanism.

The earth returned to silence.

Anbenola also withdrew her gaze. At some point, two objects appeared under her feet: a plain and even somewhat worn-out box, and...

A prosthetic hand.

"Lucky customer... heh."

She squatted down, without any intention of opening the box, and simply picked up the prosthetic hand with her one arm.

Anbenola carefully looked at the prosthetic limb that appeared in front of him at some point: slender, pale, and with five fingers of the same length; smooth skin like jade and stone, reflecting the cold light from the sky; at the end of the interface, a piece of paper half the size of a palm was tied with a thin rope, with bold words printed on it - "Le Borg gift, do not sell". If you just look at the appearance, no one would know that it is actually a weapon that can split gold and stone.

But Ambenola knew.

Because, this... was supposed to be her fruit of the Tao.

……

When the violent wind blew to the hunting point, the fourth princess was setting up the formation:

One hundred and eighteen flags formed a perfect circle with a radius of one hundred and twenty meters, forming the complete framework required for the heavy formation. Each servant held the modules wrapped in scarlet scripture embroidered cloth in both hands and raised them above their shoulders; they placed them on each node of the formation with each step and bow.

These are the gods and lands taken out of the dead city by the exploration team; after being decoded and re-packaged by the Royal Alchemy Laboratory, they can reproduce the territories that the predecessors have set foot on.

The attendants around the fourth princess knelt on one knee and put down the huge blocks in the closed box on their backs - these three material packs are the carriers of "aura".

Ping-ping-ping-ping-ping!

The folded texture pack unfolded in all directions, and five-centimeter squares of metal were covered one by one on the surrounding ground with crisp knocking sounds. They covered the dust, cement, and exposed steel bars - then, in the misty vibration, silver-gray waves rolled over the ground: the texture pack changed its appearance, shape and color until it was similar to the original ruined scene.

When the formation was completed, this place became the smallest unit of the "dead city" - an automatic, autonomous, self-disciplined ecological interactive community; guarded by thousands of gods, allowing the residents of the old era to adjust every inch of the smallest details. Although the appearance was exactly the same as a moment ago, it has completely become something else.

And this means a lot:

For example... the real "power" - in this great formation, the splendor of the old times blooms again.

The fourth princess reached into her bosom and tightly grasped the talisman bag in her inner pocket. In this square box made of metal and leather, there were seventy-two thin but hard rectangular pieces of cardboard.

These are pre-made sets of commands used to drive the "spiritual energy of all things" in the dead city: each talisman represents an opportunity to change the internal conditions of the closed system in the formation; and their effectiveness varies.

Within this 120-meter range, the talismans from the old times can be activated without limit - until the load limit of the land and the community gods is exceeded. This is also true for the "binary talismans" that were originally only effective in the dead city.

The fourth princess slightly opened her nose and sniffed the breath in the formation...

A hint of burning, numbness and tingling in the nose, and electric charge filling the air: this is the smell of "aura".

For those alchemists who died on the way to the east, this was the legacy brought by their ancestors from their hometown thousands of miles away; for the enemies of the British Alchemy Empire, this was the last smell that wafted into their noses before they died.

The fourth princess glanced at the attendants who had finished setting up the formation - these men and women had traveled thousands of miles just to become the embodiment of her will.

……

Chapter 247: Six Days of Rebellion (V)

……

The armed monks of the Dao Kingdom Axis have no Dao names, only codes - in a sense, this is the biggest difference between them and Qi Refiners.

Refiner-Twenty-Nine-Cheng is the commander of this team: "Refiner" is his job title in the Taoist Axis, and Twenty-Nine means he belongs to "Squad Twenty-Nine" - that is, the well-known yet secretive "Taoist Enemy Annihilation Special Squad".

And "Cheng" is his surname: this is the least important thing in the minds of the armed monks. After all, there are thousands of people with the same surname; and the other parts can make a person stand out.

For example, the code name of Refiner 29 Cheng is: "Zi Yu" - not every armed monk can get a code name from ancient literature and classics.

At this moment, Ziyu was running on the ruins of Manila——

In addition to his natural limbs, he also installed two auxiliary limbs - a broad upper body and narrow legs: this made the leader of the armed monks look a little top-heavy. One was connected to a certain section of the spine in the middle of his back; the other grew abruptly on his left shoulder and was surrounded by the replaced trapezius muscle.

Unlike the tentacles-like randomly twisted multi-jointed auxiliary limbs that were tested in the laboratory of the Microcomputer Science Research Association, the auxiliary limbs of the ichthys ichthys are composed of "sword balls" stacked on top of each other and connected to each other through magnetic force.

It seems that this structure is far less reasonable than ordinary prosthetic limbs on the market; but their performance is fast and powerful:

The fish is 2.14 meters tall, much taller than an ordinary person. But when it moves, it is more flexible than a petite hummingbird. The auxiliary limbs keep changing their shapes, sometimes exerting force like a curled and stretched spring, launching the fish into the air; sometimes the distance between each sword ball is increased, the length of the auxiliary limb is stretched to the extreme, and embedded in the cement of the ruins - through the increase of the pulling force between the sword balls, the fish is taken to the next high point.

The asymmetrical position of the auxiliary limbs is used to coordinate the body center of gravity of the fish and to alleviate the impact of high-speed movement on the spine and brain as much as possible.

Due to the close connection between the Taoist Axis and Pan-Asia, the armed monks of Funan-Khmer have a sufficiently advanced and complete Taoist arsenal - everyone knows that human body shape is not suitable as a real weapon: but alienation is also an unbearable price. This is also one of the reasons why the surgery to add non-human prosthetics is particularly difficult - the connection between physiology and psychology is closer than most people imagine.

Therefore, to be like Chi Yu now, one needs an excellent Taoist magic library as support.

……

Originally, Chi Yu came to investigate the situation. Not long ago, the Taihai Chain, which was in charge of the overall command, lost contact. Even after the explosion, there was still no news. Although it was a joint operation, since the hunting began, the monks of the Dao Kingdom Axis had not received any updated intelligence and instructions from the nobles.

What did the explosion take away, and why - did it destroy the communication system of the Taihai Chain? Should the armed monks withdraw from the battlefield?

Every "feathered guest" who is active outside, as well as the "refiner" and "high-level master" who are the heads of independent command chains, all remember one thing deeply in their hearts: when you leave the capital Phnom Penh, it means that Zhongkong Tianhe will no longer reveal any future "heavenly responsibility" to you: various probabilities of fate, and feasible choices.

And what Chi Yu chose was...to investigate personally—