Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The sword ball of the fish created a tornado-like vortex above its head, tearing the mantis that wanted to approach into pieces.

“Don’t let them interfere with the burning.”

The Ziyu cleared a route forward, while the mandarin ducks, jerboas, long-tailed raccoons and alligator sparrows attacked on multiple fronts; and the mountain tapir, which seemed to have the least physical transformation and was the weakest, carried out the final step of killing; this was the tacit understanding and tactics of the Taoist Axis armed monks: evaluate the opponent as soon as possible and find an effective response plan.

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The burning continues. Such a temperature——

The object in the cocoon wrapped by the Burning Cloud Module must have been vaporized: but the cautious Chi Yu would never be careless. If he was still in Phnom Penh, he would even apply to the Xiantian Academy for a thermobaric bomb to completely eliminate the threat in front of him.

The armed monks have already made an assessment. If those elites were not there, they would be able to annihilate the mantises in front of them with their strength.

The outer wall of the Burning Cloud Module, which was mainly made of nickel-based alloy and still had an ultra-high temperature coating, completed its mission after a few seconds and began to melt; then the entire seal collapsed in silence -

Empty inside:

The thing in the cocoon has been completely suppressed, destroyed, and vaporized.

"Don't let your guard down, they might—"

Zi Yu didn't finish his words because he was interrupted by a terrifying scream.

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“Ah—ga—Ah—ga—”

After the Burning Cloud Module was deployed, the tapir's internal organs were exposed and were multiplying, deforming, and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye - until they bulged into a tall hill, while her limbs shrank like deflated balloons.

One after another, huge, blood-soaked, dangling bubbles bulged on the tapir's face.

What she made was no longer a scream or a howl, but a low, strange sound that included gasping, choking, and torn vocal cords.

The terrifying information flow was spreading everywhere along with the ghost cultivator's rampaging Yin spirit; the remaining light boxes and shining statues in the ruins of Manila were flickering constantly along with the soul of the tapir; white, red, and orange lights flickered repeatedly in this pit -

Puff, puff!

From time to time, light tubes and display screens dimmed as the flames from the overload explosions - for a moment, a white rain of electric fire fell within fifty meters centered on the armed monks: the extremely desperate Ghost Xiuzhen tried to escape her consciousness through the sea of ​​numbers and leave this mutating and rotting body; but from her performance, it seemed that this attempt was not so smooth.

At the first moment, the remaining armed monks all dodged backwards and moved to a safe distance where they would not be splashed by body fluids.

“Infected.”

Chi Yu gave his inference without any emotion - he had long been accustomed to the death or departure of his teammates - and waved his hand to throw out sword balls all over the sky:

Only by blocking it in time can the possible infectiousness be stopped.

However, the sword balls did not fall on the mountain tapir. Ziyu had already realized that they could not cause direct damage to the enemy they faced. The sword balls stuck to each other in mid-air and formed a huge palm. They scooped up the broken cement and stones on the ground, spread them out and smashed them onto the mutating body below:

Although the tapir and her flesh and blood failed to be killed, the splashing of body fluids was stopped to the greatest extent possible.

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Chapter 252: Six Days of Rebellion (Ten)

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The strange sound squeezed out of the mountain tapir's throat did not last long, because the gurgling sound of the foreign object expanding had drowned her out; more tentacles, nerves, flesh and bones rushed out of the ghost cultivator's throat, completely stopping her from making sounds -

With the shapeless body of the tapir as the center, more and more mantises gathered around it: they curled up their bodies in the cinnabar-like blood mist, compressed and squeezed towards the center.

In a moment, the pink flesh membrane covered all the bodies - a new cocoon was formed again in an instant: no, this time it was more like a "pupa".

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The blood cocoon was even larger than before, and it was beating violently like a heartbeat, getting faster and faster.

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Originally, as a ghost cultivator who specializes in cultivating Yin Gods, the mountain tapir has the highest survival rate even after the physical body is damaged: that is why the mountain tapir is equipped with this module that is both lethal and dangerous.

The things in the cocoon could not escape the burning cloud and vaporized:

However, the closing speed of the outer wall of the Fenyun module was still too slow - before it was completely closed, a part of the object in the cocoon was still allowed to escape: the online attack originally used to paralyze and temporarily control the prey did not have the slightest effect on the object in the cocoon.

"Destroy! Destroy the hatch!"

Compared to when his teammates died a few seconds ago, the fish was much more emotional at this moment - the anger and impatience almost burst out of his chest. If the rebirth of the creature in the cocoon could not be destroyed at this time, it might lead to the complete failure of the operation.

But it was still too late.

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Just a few seconds later, a new creature was born in the cocoon - she tore open the smooth outer wall with her hands and once again stepped onto the concrete ground strewn with corpses.

It still looked the same as before: a scarlet flesh-and-blood robe and a mask covering its entire head. But its body seemed a little bigger, and its dark braids extended from the back of its head and hung down its back.

"I……!"

Anxiety and impatience finally took hold of Zi Yu's artificial heart once again.

The next moment, several other armed monks approached and arrived beside the creature in the cocoon:

pat-

The cocoon's cover suddenly flipped open to the left and right like a display window, but it was not a human-like face like other mantises. Instead, its exposed "face" was covered with various parts made of biological materials: the most eye-catching of them were two round tubes - which seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid - one on the left and one on the right, inserted on both sides of its cheeks.

Zizi!

The two "test tubes" were suddenly emptied, and no one knew where the fluid was injected into. At the same time, a thin nozzle emerged from the throat of the thing in the cocoon.

boom!

A fan-shaped flame flowed out from the nozzle - this fiery red pierced through the darkness and spread to the surrounding "alligator peacock", "civet cat" and "jerboa".

High temperature: The difference between high temperatures can be described as a world of difference. The flames spit out by the cocoon, even the outer flames with the highest temperature, are only close to one thousand degrees Celsius - for the materials science of the Dao Axis, this is more like a joke than a test.

but……

Is this learning? Improvising and curating entirely new biological-based modules?

The armed monks rushed into the flames without hesitation.

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When the flames are cleared——

The "juberous mouse" that pounced in the front suddenly found that what greeted him was a turbid, wispy darkness:

In just that instant of lost vision, the hair of the creature in the cocoon suddenly lengthened and swelled; bristle-like silk threads rolled out wildly - densely packed silk strands wrapped around the four-armed body of the armed monk, and in the blink of an eye they condensed together to form a thin film that wrapped around his entire body.

"Trap! Retreat!"

Chi Yu suddenly activated the command devices hidden in the bodies of the armed monks - the commands would make them execute the orders of their superiors in the form of conditioned reflexes... However, the "crocodile bird" and "long raccoon" successfully retreated out of the attack range; the captured "jerboa" had to face its upcoming fate.

The "jerboa" struggled in the increasingly tightening package, and slapped its four palms on the wall of the sac - it was then stretched and bulged outward, with the prints of twenty fingers protruding outward.

But that doesn't do much.

Gudu... Gudu...

Above the cyst, a long tube had extended out at some point - on the other side of it was the wrist of the creature in the cocoon: as the tube contracted and squeezed, highly corrosive acidic fluids were rapidly gushing out of it.

This idea is just like the "burning cloud" a moment ago - wrap, control, and kill.

The only difference is that the high temperature of triethyl aluminum is replaced by strong acid, and the outer wall of the nickel-based alloy is these strands of bristles.

Strong acid was injected into the cyst - soaking its captured prey.

There was no screaming, no wailing; in the blink of an eye, the tall and thin body of the armed monk "Jerboa" was corroded and riddled with holes, and his four arms were broken and separated, and then disappeared in the acid at the bottom of his feet. The next moment - his organic part had disappeared.

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Tragic: This was the most tragic battle that Chi Yu had ever fought since he became a "Refiner". In less than a few minutes, three of his armed monks died tragically in the confrontation.

The speed at which the opponents mutate and evolve is too fast: it is no longer possible to compete with them with just a few armed monks from the Taoist Axis.

After a brief consideration, Chi Yu issued a new order:

"Prepare to retreat. I will cover your retreat. Split up and evacuate towards the encirclement set up by the Fangshu Empire—"

No matter how Chi Yu's intuition warned him not to step into the formation set up by the Fangshu Empire again; but the situation at this moment did not allow him to think too much.

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"No, you can't leave."

The fish froze, and the sword balls that could be easily activated by the sword tactics also stood still. A leisurely female voice came into his ears - it was a familiar voice, and he heard it directly through the communication system.

"Because the real show is just about to begin."

Someone was attacking the offensive defense wall outside of Chi Yu's soul - the standard firewall of the armed monks, which collapsed almost instantly: without the support of the ghost cultivators, the souls of Chi Yu and other armed monks became so fragile.

Time seemed to stand still: this was not an illusion. The soul of the fish was detached from the line by some existence in the digital space and had a temporary conversation.

"we need you."

He raised his head, his body unable to move.

At some point, a figure appeared in front of him, with a hollow, sunken head and several glittering "faces" floating around him:

Chi Yu recognized her: this was Xiao Yue Shuang, the female lead of the Australian opera troupe.

She moved her faceless head closer to the fish:

"Don't think about it, just get into the role. Tonight, no one can escape."

Xiao Yue Shuang patted the armed monk's cheek, and a soft and delicate tremor came from her chest -

An incomparable stream of information poured into his soul: Zi Yu was watching the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield with thousands of eyes and listening to the flames of war on the battlefield with thousands of ears. However, this information did not make him feel chaotic or unbearable. Everything was so orderly and coordinated, just like... a carefully prepared drama.

A "guide" - knowledge on how to perform rituals and ceremonies, how to repay the gods and fulfill vows - was being unpacked and injected into the armed monk's secondary brain; covering many of his original levels of thinking.

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In an instant, Zi Yu knew everything - because all the information had been shared with the leader of the armed monks.

The big opera troupes have already built the "stage": this pit created by the battle has become their "Nuo Hall". All information is shared here, and all orders are issued here.

The remaining armed monks have gained unprecedented tactical planning and reaction speed - as well as the will to fight and the desire to die that surges from the bottom of their hearts. Because everyone present has "entered the play" and shares a "brain": in this short "Nuo play", they will condense into a tight entity.

But who is the “protagonist” of this play?

The few remaining armed monks have forgotten the choice brought by reason not long ago: retreat, regroup, wait for an opportunity to act... They have become characters in the play and can no longer act as they wish - the tapir that was originally responsible for soul protection and online offense and defense has died.

At least they would not be free until they had completely finished the bloody battle with the monsters in front of them. Xiao Yue Shuang clapped her hands lightly, and one of the face shells hanging on the four sides of her face finally attached to the empty face.

She opened her mouth softly, her voice hoarse but long:

"Spy God, spy God, you are here to spy on the plague for the householder."

"Vanguard God, come Vanguard God, you will sweep away the plague for the householder."

"The God of Mountain Creation is here. You will cut off the plague for the householder."

"Great General God, here comes Little General God, you bear the plague for the householder..."

Gradually, the lyrics began to be heard from everywhere; gradually, Chi Yu found that even he himself was singing the same lyrics.

More and more people surged and gathered towards the battlefield—

Among them were armed monks, citizens and security guards who had been gathered from nowhere, and the Indians who had drunk the water of the Ganges.

Chi Yu finally understood why the opera troupe only sent one male and one female role: they had intended to use members of other forces to play roles on the stage from the beginning. However, he was powerless to resist and had no way to resist - he was deeply immersed in the Nuo opera that was being performed, written in blood and fire.

This battle will continue for a long time.

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Chapter 253 Induction (I)

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