Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Sword balls, and blood rain.

They collided with each other along a long line, and under the acceleration of repulsion and impact one after another, they reached the peak of speed - the sword balls tore through the curtain of air, penetrated the vague and hazy sound barrier, and left a ring-like explosion behind them.

It drew short and sharp lines in the turbid and chaotic battlefield, bypassing all friendly forces - the sword ball was like a silver-gray shadow, covering one flesh and blood body after another.

Wherever it went: no matter whether it was the mantis or other newly evolved biological war weapons, they were all broken and blood flowers bloomed all over the sky in this extremely fast impact: except for the unique "thing in the cocoon" - the sword ball could not get within five meters of it. Once touched, it would be entangled and contaminated by vines made of flesh and blood.

Although the remaining dozens of sword balls were not as flexible as when they were used by Ci Yu, if we only considered the full stimulation of power and lethality, the sword balls at this time were even better than before.

The one who made this judgment was Chi Yu himself.

He seemed to have escaped from his deformed yet strong body, and was blown away by the fishy gale: suspended three feet above his body, he stared silently at his own back as he moved back and forth, moving like thunder in the battlefield.

It was like the out-of-body experience in old-fashioned mysticism, but Zi Yu knew it was not an illusion.

This is a small afterimage left after he "entered the role", after many visual images were reprocessed, analyzed and processed - and the real him, the originally free him, has become a ghost-like shadow.

However, Chi Yu's "combat consciousness" - a soul plug-in based on the auxiliary brain, responsible for battlefield judgment and decision-making screening - cooperated with the "script" and completely took control of his body.

The huge pit in the center of Manila was divided by the marks of sword balls, becoming a chessboard of killing and strife: but here it was "silent." Apart from the sound of flesh being torn apart, the crisp sound of armor being pried open, and the roar of bullets - there was no sound of human voice or words.

But at this moment, on the Luzon line - a digital world created by the shared thinking of all the combatants, the "script" contains intricate howlings, moving comradeship, and passionate battle shouts.

These dense thoughts were spread in all directions: announcing that the "Nuo Opera" of the big troupe was being performed. Although there was no real audience, this was undoubtedly the largest and most magnificent drama ever performed in Manila.

It's just that it's a little bit unreasonable and gratuitous. What is the purpose of these wheels and millstones that consume life like this?

"So my soul isn't necessary—"

The fish thought:

Zi Yu once thought that he was so outstanding—possessing a transcendent body and a strong soul that could harness that tremendous power. But in fact: after the big troupe took control of his body, they used Zi Yu more efficiently than he did.

This made him feel a little lonely and disappointed - after connecting with the souls of thousands of other "enterers", even his heart and mind as hard as iron became a little sentimental.

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"Ah...ah."

The Nuo Opera of the big opera troupe is really mysterious: the fish can't even feel the slightest anger or hatred; it only feels curious like a bystander or spectator. This may be the result of the coordinated modification of the armed monks' neurotransmitters.

But even though the battle on the battlefield was fierce and exciting, he still couldn't help but ponder his doubts to kill time:

At this moment he was thinking about a question...

why?

Why do these mantises keep coming? Why do they keep changing?

Although he could see the mantises acting as engineers carrying back the scattered corpses and eating them again - but Chi Yu understood that this energy conversion efficiency was far from enough.

Why exactly?

There is no technology that can generate energy out of nowhere - Chi Yu understands this. Everything is about transformation, about changing the form of existence: and everything flows in the "Tao". Even armed monks need to receive cultural and knowledge training.

and so……

With his dizzy and cloudy brain, Zi Yu came to the conclusion that the "Nine-Child Ghost Mother" must have an energy source: either its storage station or main base.

Let’s put aside the “trilobite” that cannot even be found now—the code name given to the white coffin—and only consider the flesh-grinding machine in front of us:

If this base and reserve are not destroyed, this battle will never end... No, it will end. As long as the combined forces are exhausted, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother will win its victory.

So, he immediately had the next question in mind - if he, who had already left his body, could discover it, then Xiao Yueshuang, the master of the whole drama, could not have failed to discover it:

"Why don't you go find it out?"

As for the big opera troupe - the soul of Chi Yu was connected to the network with all the people who had entered the opera, and therefore they were able to learn the "script" of this "Nuo opera" at this time - there was no plan to organize a reconnaissance team, or to trace the logistical location of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother upstream.

They just kept integrating their troops and sending them all into the meat grinder in front of them.

This is how the play is set up - and many of the people who are immersed in the play have no doubt about it.

"How stupid, how foolish..."

The strategy of the Grand Opera Troupe was completely wrong: they were trying to fight a tug-of-war that would only lead to failure. Even if it was to simultaneously wear down the manpower of both the Joint Forces and the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, this approach was too short-sighted.

When the big opera troupe is the only one left on the battlefield, they will only become food for the Nine Ghost Mothers, or flee back to Australia in a panic.

Zi Yu couldn't get rid of this doubt: there was no benefit to his side at all, and it was completely a torture to others - was it for a deeper purpose, or was it simply due to the stupidity of the commander?

Such strong curiosity even made him briefly break through the limitations of the script, so he devoted all his attention to thinking about this problem; to discover the true intention of the creator behind the script.

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"unless……"

Suddenly, an idea flashed across Chi Yu's mind, lighting up his entire brain like thunder from the sky.

"Unless the troupe doesn't want to destroy the Nine-Child Ghost Mother at all!"

They didn't want to kill the Nine-Child Ghost Mother—nor did they have the slightest intention of using her for their own benefit. The big troupe was just provoking her, fighting her, and even playing with her...

Let it evolve. Let the Nine-Child Ghost Mother evolve...

Chi Yu felt the chill that was not actually there now, spreading all the way up his spine. But this surge of chill and anger suddenly disappeared.

The script does not specify that Chi Yu can have such emotions.

So the armed monk continued to float and rise, silently watching the slaughter of his own body in the air.

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Chapter 262: Seventh Day of Disrespect (V)

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Xiao Yueshuang stood at the highest point of the stage: she did not sit down because she was not a spectator - but was both beyond the stage and a character in the play.

The huge pit in the center of Manila has lost its original color; it has become pitch black with traces of dark red, and occasionally dotted with white bones - this is the stage for the current Nuo opera.

At this moment, Xiao Yueshuang, holding the script, is able to hear everything and take in the overall situation even without using her eyes: but as she has little experience in the opera troupe, she still prefers to use her eyes.

She could feel the joy and enthusiasm brought by positive feedback, motivation and life as advocated by "Moscow Central Esports" - from her current perspective, looking down from above, Xiaoyue Shuang recalled the war game she had visited in Moscow before.

Whether it is games, opera, or the human life process itself: Xiaoyue Shuang now understands that there is not much difference between them.

Everything was unfolding as planned in the script: the citizens of Manila were the soldiers, the first pile of materials to be spread out, and now they have become a thin carpet covering the battlefield, a black and red paste stuck to the ground, and have been consumed.

Taihai Chain's noble response and handling department - the leader, employee A, is missing, and Xiaoyue Shuang uses the script to gather the remaining staff members as one of the backbone forces to fill the battlefield. They maintain the general "front line": with the elite force to make up for and put out fires, these strange-looking Luzon people are no longer so easily overwhelmed by the mantises.

The remaining few armed monks were her favorite individuals to use, so Xiao Yueshuang placed them in the center of the stage, giving them the most and the most sufficient parts - the blood surrounding them was enough to fill the lake; and the armed monks still advanced forward, plowing small lines among the mantis swarms, tirelessly and never stopping.

Then there were several children from Wanshou Ganges - it could be said that they grew up under Xiaoyue Shuang's eyes. She had not expected that the byproducts of the Kabbalah Tree would have such a big effect: they were from India and their functions were excellent, and their various indicators even surpassed the elite martial artists in the big opera troupe.

She looked at the shadows that were leaping and flying, shuttling like dragons on the battlefield - they had extremely swollen and knotted muscles, and bulging blood vessels; hyperplastic bone blades grew out of the bodies of the Indians, turning into exoskeletons that could block knives and guns, and sharp blades protruding from their forearms and elbows.

"It seems that on the banks of the Ganges River, new monsters will continue to be born."

Xiao Yueshuang lightly tapped the rotating "face shell" beside her: the metal face quietly unfolded and transformed into a red fan with iron bones. She slightly opened it and used the fan to cover the corners of her grinning mouth——

The world is changing. If it is a play, it is time to move on to the next act...

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Now, all those thoughts were gathered in the script for Xiao Yueshuang to read and view: naturally, it also included several commanders in the joint forces. Xiao Yueshuang could see the plots of their respective camps from the fragments of their thoughts.

Most of them are no more than how to profit from this joint attack, how to monopolize the power of the Nine Ghost Mother; or perhaps how to make a move in Southeast Asia to make the fire of chaos spread more vigorously.

"So rustic, so rustic."

Xiao Yueshuang covered her mouth and nose with a red fan and couldn't help but sneer.

It’s not that the vision of the opera troupe is so highbrow or otherworldly—in fact, the entire opera troupe does not have that much ambition:

There was no ambition to take the power of the Kuala Lumpur disaster into their own hands and spread their influence beyond Australia; nor was there any ambition to take the stage out of their own territory and embark on a global tour.

Xiao Yueshuang represents the will of the twenty-four "masters" of the Grand Opera Troupe: they just want the Grand Opera Troupe's tour to continue indefinitely, until the end of the world.

Even if I can't do it - the longer the better.

Therefore, they all misjudged the desire of the big opera troupes... The big opera troupes have never coveted the turf of the big companies in Southeast Asia; nor have they ever really wanted to participate in the game of hegemony.

Quite the opposite——

The big troupe wants everyone, all corporate groups and camps to stay away from it.

For this, the strength of Xiaoyue Shuang or the big troupe itself is not enough.

Xiao Yue Shuang looked at the battlefield, the beautiful heads with terrifying bodies, and the evil creatures in the cocoons that were constantly evolving and adapting to the environment.

It was a life that was completely surging, enough to fight against the combined malice of many: the Nine-Child Ghost Mother herself was the biggest support of the opera troupe.

"Keep evolving. You're doing great. You can do even better - just grow and spread throughout Manila and Luzon; show your strength and protect us."

If we can fully activate the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, feed her and let her grow; if we can tap into her potential... and let her occupy the Luzon Islands—

Then the big troupe will have what they always dream of:

A completely uninhabited area occupied by monsters. With the 300,000 square kilometers of Luzon as a buffer zone, the nearly collapsed Taihai Chain, the Java Group whose network connection was physically isolated by the Big Opera Troupe, and the completely extinct Microcomputer Taoism Research Society could no longer extend their tentacles into the Big Opera Troupe's paradise.

As for the Siamese Buddhist and Taoist axis further away...there is no need to say more - they can only direct their ambitions towards each other.

The defeat of the so-called combined forces and the near-complete destruction of the Taihai Chain were just small byproducts of the plan.

Xiao Yueshuang covered her face with her long sleeves and uttered a low, thin laugh:

She lamented how ridiculous the kings, princes, generals and ministers were, and how boring the vision of being able to dominate the world was.

The power of the Kuala Lumpur monster, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, is simply beyond human control. The dreams of those companies to dominate the world will all dissipate in dust and bones as time goes by.

Better than a play.

Compared to other representatives of this "alliance" that is in existence in reality, Xiaoyue Shuang understands the situation better.

The reason was simple - her direct leader was completely open to Xiao Yue Shuang: even including how there were two opposing and fighting groups in the dark side of the world, trying to control the direction of human progress. As for the difference between the directions these two wanted...

This difference will bring endless disputes to the earth and the sky, and even lead everyone into destruction. In the coming chaos and war, the big troupe wants to stay out of it.

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Chapter 263: Seventh Day of Disrespect (VI)

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As for the various subtle details, the head of the altar did not elaborate: there is nothing new under the sun. All the ambitions and failures of today have already happened thousands of years ago, and can be traced back to the beginning of mankind. For the big opera troupe, these are all trivial details that do not need to be considered too much.

However, before she left, the leader specifically told her to remember to activate the brain restriction in Manila to protect her mind:

She noticed it, too. There was a slight disturbance, or ripple, echoing in Luzon's cyberspace; judging from the traces and log records, it had been there for at least a few months or even a year.

Xiao Yueshuang was cautious by nature, otherwise the big opera troupe would not have sent her to carry out this mission; but she was also naturally curious, which was why she was able to be promoted so quickly in the big opera troupe and get a leading role at a young age.

"The zoos of the Java Group should have noticed this too..."

The so-called joint force headed by Taihai Chain invited both the Grand Theater Troupe and the Java Group at the same time, perhaps with the intention of letting the two parties check and balance each other - after all, it is well known that both groups are adept at "operating" in the digital space and in other people's brains.

However: the Java Group is more radical and aggressive; and for the Big Theater - at least in the outside world's impression, online activities are just part of the actors' dramatic performance.

This is indeed the case...but that was before Xiao Yueshuang's direct subordinate, the chief altar master, held a high position.

Therefore, since she received the order from the master of the altar, she also left behind "eyes" to capture information and interact when setting up the stage:

After Xiaoyue Shuang intercepted and decoded them, she found that these were all visual images, sound effects and even other sensory signals including touch - and they were recorded in Manila.

But the most important thing is: these records are telling about something - Xiaoyue Shuang decided to give it a more conservative description - something that has not happened yet; and... not just one thing.

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At first, she thought it was an unedited interactive movie leaked from a workshop in Manila, or the fantasy of a madman; until -

Until she found traces of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother in a record from a few months ago: and interview footage of Manila citizens talking about it. If you don't extract it separately, but receive these messages unconsciously in your daily life, you will see things that don't exist in your daily life.

Compared to the Nine-Child Ghost Mother herself, Xiao Yueshuang even thought that these scattered records that spread about a non-existent future and past were more worthy of her time to investigate.