Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Hey... Hey? What's going on? W-why am I trapped here?"

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"You're taking a deep breath. What else can you be doing?"

Unexpectedly, the moment the anonymous person finished speaking, he got a reply; and the voice came from his ear:

The man felt that his spine had been stretched at some point, and a branch made of multiple strands of spine and plants entwined together broke out from the back of his neck.

At the top of the branch, there was a head whose face was not clearly visible; it swayed around to the face of the anonymous person. The muffled answer came from inside; and it continued:

"Just treat it as sleeping. Daydreaming won't waste many years."

The anonymous person stared at the blurry face without any facial features but with bumps and curves, and asked a classic question when facing a stranger:

"who are you?"

The head on the branch twisted slightly, turning left and right:

"Who am I? I...I don't know. I seem to have a name, and I even gave myself a name--"

It faltered, wavered like a balloon in the wind, and finally gave up the memory:

"Forget it. I don't remember."

The Nameless Man leaned back and stared at it for a long while. Then he used his hands to scoop up water and sprinkled the scarlet drops on his fingertips onto the head hovering above him:

"But you seem to recognize me. Could it be that we are actually very familiar with each other...? Or something like that? Like someone very important--"

This reminder really worked. The branches trembled violently, and the gray head stretched out together:

"Oh! I seem to remember! You killed me. And you took away all the good things on me."

Snap!

In the broad daylight, a bolt of thunder suddenly struck from the sky; it pierced through the gloomy mist and hit the nameless man right on the head - but the smoke and dust disappeared in an instant, and he was unharmed.

The anonymous person was immersed in this trance. He suddenly had some flickering inspiration, like an electric current flowing through his brain: the anonymous person's empty and lifeless brain gave him some response, allowing him to remember some nouns.

The thunder in the daytime is more like a symbolic embodiment; it represents the return of memory.

"I am in the way of immortality - inside the wonderful double helix tree... You are... You are the 'Xihe Girl'? Are you still in my consciousness?"

He waved his hands around like a naughty boy, splashing water around him: the sudden return of some memories made him feel happy. It was just that these words suddenly emerged and filled the nameless man's empty mind; but he did not understand what they meant.

"Of course not. This is just a dream you had. Are there any strange illusion entities in the way of immortality? I don't know. And I'm not an electronic ghost or an afterimage left in neurons - sorry, it seems you haven't learned biology very well - I just have a little imagination. I guess you figured it out to entertain you."

A barrage of answers spewed out of the nonexistent mouth of the branch, which then twisted its body in annoyance:

"Xihe Girl... is that her name? That's weird."

The anonymous person did not care about the other party's resistance; in his heart, he simply called her "Xihe Girl".

"Dream... I am dreaming. Hmm... No wonder the water feels so comfortable..."

It seemed that everything was too unreal, without any sense of reality; so the anonymous person immediately accepted the answer given by the Xihe girl:

"Oh...how long will this dream last?"

"How should I know? It's not like I'm doing it."

The girl from Xihe raised her chin and looked towards the distance, the end of her vision:

"But the river ends over there."

She suddenly rose straight up and floated above the nameless person. The branches of the Xihe girl grew two banana leaves, which covered her face like hands, so that she could see things in the distance more clearly:

"There is also good news—"

"It seems like there is more than one river, and you are not the only one floating."

Somehow, the anonymous person could suddenly see the scene she was talking about, clearly floating before his eyes:

The spider-web-like river connected all directions, dividing the soft and undulating land into small rectangular blocks. Scarlet lines were densely covered, and on each line was the river water, either slow or fast.

The Nameless Person raised his hand and tapped the branch on his neck:

"Open your eyes wider! There seems to be something on the other river, I can't see it clearly."

"Tsk! Didn't I tell you that you're not the only one drifting here? A deaf person..."

The Xihe girl said this, but somehow she still magnified the visual distance so that the nameless person could also see clearly in the distance:

There were white dots floating in other rivers, standing out in the blood-red. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly, they were indeed living humans; they seemed to be somewhat similar to me.

At the end of these criss-crossing river channels is a perfectly round, huge blood-red waterfall; the vermilion river water crashes into a huge, lightless mouth: the river that does not meander around, after a long journey, only arrives at a bottomless black abyss.

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It seems to be some kind of revelation, or a symbol...

Wuming suddenly felt that this seemed to be telling him that everything in the world would return to one place, just as he saw in this dream:

"What do you think my dream means? Does it have any special meaning?"

The Xihe girl's response was lazy and impatient:

"When you wake up, you can get a copy of 'The Interpretation of Dreams by Zhou Gong'."

Anonymous scratched his head:

"But……"

"Stop it!"

The Xihe girl shook the branch, wrapped it around the nameless man's neck and strangled him fiercely as a threat; she continued to roar:

“Why should everything have meaning? Why should every decision be made for an invisible and intangible goal?”

"Just lie there in the river...you'll get an answer. You can't climb out anyway."

The Nameless Man hastily broke free the tightly entangled branches; although he did not feel suffocated or uncomfortable at all:

"Hey, hey! Stop it, that's enough. You're just a fool and you're still so angry..."

Then, both of them stopped talking.

The Nameless Person stretched out his limbs and continued to float on the water. Because the river water was too warm, the sunlight was not glaring.

Not long after, he fell asleep in his dream.

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The Nuo opera continues, and the war continues.

The flags of the British Magic Empire are no longer in the form of "flags". They are disassembled and separated, turning into thin planes and neatly marked cubes.

Most importantly, they are suspended 50 centimeters above the ground:

When the local anti-gravity feature appeared in the formation, it was enough to show that the concentration of the nearby spiritual energy and the formation were in a state of being ready to fire. This was naturally within the Fourth Princess's expectations; below her was the largest dead city in Southeast Asia, "Guixu".

If even the concentration of spiritual energy here is not enough——

There's no other place to do it.

She stood on a battle flag - now, this flag was a triangle with constantly changing internal angles and side lengths - and looked at the allies not far away.

The British Alchemy Empire and Merlion Holdings may be the only groups that have not yet been deployed to the battlefield.

The Merlion Holdings delegation was also deployed in the ambush circle - intentionally or unintentionally, they kept a distance from the British Alchemy Empire: at least, they never stepped into the range of the formation.

These "financial wizards" from Lion City all tucked their shirts into their trousers, wore jet-black socks on their tan leather shoes, and tied their ties into Windsor knots.

The fourth princess folded her arms, not hiding her scrutiny:

Their white shirts were ironed neatly, and their sideburns and beards were meticulously trimmed; it didn't look that different - but the key was the color of their ties. Financial wizards had strict requirements on the details of their attire according to their rank and status -

Three purple ties, seven black ties...

And the man in the bright red tie who was looking at him. This was the highest representative of Merlion Holdings present: he should be the leader of the Grand Warlock——

He bent slightly, his facial muscles revealing a perfectly modulated smile; the red and green adjustment lines on the cheek implants extended all the way to the dynamic display panel protruding outside his temple, where the ups and downs of the Lion City stock market were displayed.

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Although she didn't know his name, the fourth princess could imagine the pile of bones he had created in the financial market - small businesses in Singapore and even most of Southeast Asia were born and died, becoming bait in the mouths of the behemoth. Even in Britain, she had dealt with subsidiaries of Merlion Holdings.

The fourth princess naturally placed her hand on her chest and smiled back: This thing is not like bullets or destructive pills. She can give as much free stuff as you want.

Merlion Holdings is located in a tiny country, but it has a huge power - yes, they are threatening. However, that is in the garden greenhouse constructed by civilization and order:

What about now? In the ruins of Manila, in the chaos of Luzon, they were just meat in the lion's mouth, and would not pose any threat to their plans. The fourth princess had never heard that financial sorcerers were good at face-to-face combat.

Logistics and support of the entire “Joint Force”:

This is the part that Merlion Holdings is responsible for in this operation - it is big, but it is also small. What is certain is that they are in the safest position.

However, as we all know, the destructive power of financial wizards does not come from the frontal battlefield; on weekdays, they are the fulcrum and crowbar that can overturn a country. Judging from the friendly and even somewhat flattering attitude of other forces towards financial wizards, they should have also received orders to build good relations with Merlion Holdings.

"News from the front: The battle surrounding the 'Nine-Child Ghost Mother' has intensified, and all communication channels have been interrupted. It is estimated that the group will not move towards the encirclement."

The attendant in red robe and golden armor walked to the side of the fourth princess and looked up at her: they could hear the commotion in the distance from here. The "front line" was only four or five blocks away - this was a humiliation for the elite soldiers of the Alchemy Empire who had marched east to the Po Plain and watered their horses in the Danube.

"The restrictions on the online connection show signs of being invaded, but there is no remaining plague. The military alchemist thought it was the script of the big opera troupe trying to arrange 'roles' for us, but it has been successfully cleared."

"A big troupe? ...They all have their own agenda."

Originally, in order to target the behemoths of the Java Group, the Fourth Princess specially brought along several military alchemists to establish online defenses: but she did not expect that the first to take action would be the big opera troupe.

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Chapter 259: Seventh Day of Disrespect (Part )

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Merlion Holdings' "preparations" are different from those of the Alchemy Empire: at least, they are not really setting up any formations -

But pray.

Seven men in black ties formed a circle around the newly-decorated altar and prayed to the "invisible hand".

The instruments and symbols were neatly arranged as symbols of the ritual: an old-fashioned calculator, probably a relic unearthed from some dead city; a thick stack of reports vacuum-sealed in sterile boxes, representing the ups and downs of an ancient giant in the past twelve months hundreds of years ago; the curves on the six row of monitors were undulating, but the final result was always upward - they would always stay in the bull market of a certain day as a commemoration of victory.

In the very center is a golden bronze bull - it raises its thick head and horns, charging upward; it is said to be a replica of the mascot of Wall Street in North America.

The fourth princess stood there, watching their ceremony with interest, but in her heart she sneered in contempt:

"Your God is not here..."

Now it seems that only the employees of Merlion Holdings are truly worshipping and praying to something "non-existent": the gods they believe in have no entities that can be found on the Internet, which is truly mysterious.

And therefore: He has no power here.

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Merlion Holdings is dispensable in this "hunt" - after all, the "Nine Sons Ghost Mother" has never been listed, and there is no opportunity for them to short it.

In the distance, there were sharp sounds of collisions and loud explosions; the communication band was dead silent. The battle seemed to be still fierce, but full of weirdness.

The fourth princess did not continue to speculate. The alchemist accompanying the army had set up an altar to sense the heaven and earth, showing her the extent of the spread of the war - the stage set up by the big opera troupe has covered half of Manila: if the uplink interface is not well protected, it will have to join this unwarranted and ignorant drama.

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Perhaps the troupe was too focused on the battlefield to pay attention to anything else; or perhaps they thought that the Alchemy Empire had gone far away and didn’t have many roots in Luzon, and that Merlion Holdings, which was unable to fight, couldn’t stir up any trouble…

It may even be just because of the coincidence and connection between the Grand Opera Troupe and the Empire of Alchemy in terms of geographical location.

In short: they were like the "spectators" that should be under the stage, staying on the edge and watching the raging war. At least, no one invited them in.

Everyone present from the British Magic Empire and Merlion Holdings had a vague suspicion that this so-called ambush circle would probably be useless.

But the fourth princess was not included: the current situation was exactly what she wanted.

This was not the blessing of the seventeen ancestors of alchemy, nor could it be attributed to invisible and intangible luck - she would rather believe that this was the help from heaven that those who help themselves deserve.

The Grand Troupe made the greatest mistake of all... and cleared the way for the British Alchemy Empire to move forward.

The formation of the Fangshu Empire was not designed for the so-called "Kuala Lumpur Disaster" or "Nine-Child Ghost Mother"...

Of course, the same is true of the destructive power it possesses.