Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"What on earth is this? Who is compiling these weird things?"

Even in this grand drama, Xiao Yue Shuang was still at ease and able to take time to think about everything she had not yet fully mastered:

"Are these pieces of information what the people of Luzon have been digging for?"

But this kind of thinking did not last long.

Xiao Yueshuang entered the role quickly, but also left it quickly: this was a double-edged sword that young life brought her; but she still kept this question in the background of her mind and pondered it carefully - she even consciously began to capture the information floating in the Luzon network.

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After a while, there were more souls who died and disappeared in the play, but the number of creations of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother did not decrease at all.

Before Xiao Yueshuang's eyes, the millstone that tore and destroyed life continued to turn; but she suddenly felt something different.

Although the stage was forcibly built in Manila and the Nuo opera was started with the order of the chief priest, once Xiao Yueshuang took charge of the script, it would be difficult to maintain the same mental defense as when the line was disconnected.

At this time, the Luzon network is experiencing an unprecedented shock - the excavation site is still running even though its owner has disappeared; the drama in which the survivors of Manila gather together...

And the giant beasts that were outside the battlefield and were digging downwards.

Just like the plastic waste that gradually floats to the surface as the seabed rocks rebound and vibrate - regular information fragments emerge from the depths of digital space at some point and synchronize with Xiao Yueshuang's brain, which is linked to the script.

She gently shook the red fan to cover the corners of her grinning mouth. Then Xiao Yueshuang spoke softly:

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"There's a body on the seafloor."

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"...?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Yue Shuang suddenly tensed up; she turned her head and looked around; several faces suddenly opened up and rotated around her, facing the surroundings - but there was nothing around. The Maori warriors who followed and protected her had already dispersed and hid in corners that were convenient for a surprise attack; now she was the only one at the highest point of the stage.

"What did I just say? Why did you suddenly speak?"

She had no idea why such illogical, incoherent, and inexplicable words suddenly came out of her mouth. Xiao Yue Shuang ran a self-check, added another layer of isolation outside the soul, and then checked carefully: there was no sign of invasion or infection——

As a leading role in a large opera troupe, Xiao Yueshuang retains complete control over her soul and body: she does not utter meaningless babbling like ordinary people; and in Xiao Yueshuang's operation log, there is no trace of the words just said.

This also meant that she could not easily ignore this vision...it was more like some kind of warning of danger.

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Xiao Yue Shuang continued to be trapped in this myth - since she took the horn, she has been accustomed to completely controlling her mind and emotions in her hands; this is the first time she has lost control like this.

She didn't even know the reason... She even had some doubts and confusion: Is the current situation really under her control? Or is there still a danger that she has not yet discovered?

"etc……!"

Instantly, a shudder like an electric current surged up. In Xiao Yueshuang's soul, which connected countless minds and consciousnesses through the script, a signal that made her hair stand on end instantly flowed through her body.

She turned her head suddenly, and the faces around her turned in the same direction as Xiao Yueshuang - that was the encirclement that had been set up earlier: the people from Merlion Holdings and the British Alchemy Empire were there.

There was no place for the British Magic Empire and Merlion Holdings in the "script". It was meaningless to wipe out the representatives of Merlion Holdings, as they had no ability to fight head-on; Xiao Yueshuang was too lazy to go to their door just to pry open the financial sorcerer's head.

The princess of the British Alchemy Empire - the British Isles is indeed far enough away from the big theater troupe, so there is no need to create unnecessary complications.

But now... Xiao Yueshuang felt that she was still too soft-hearted; or in other words, she was not thoughtful enough.

There was no time to dwell on the strange things that had just happened and the inexplicable words; because something extremely terrifying was happening, in the direction of the encirclement.

She discovered it earlier than anyone else.

Something is coming:

The air was filled with a burning smell. At this moment, the hundreds of noses and olfactory sensors on the battlefield were all transmitting this message to each other. Some people looked up at the sky - although they could not see the brilliance of the Mother River and the Yin Pond, there were no thick clouds either.

But somehow, in the script, among the interactions of thousands of thoughts, there suddenly appeared a new argument: it seemed that a storm was about to come.

"Look! Over there!"

In the play, someone shouts softly; in the direction he or she points: there is no thunderbolt from the sky, no moisture in the air and no raindrops falling—

There were only wisps of white mist in the distance - between pale and pure white: it was like a tide, covering up the original color of Manila. First it was a short white line, and then it rolled up like a living thing.

The speed of the surging tide did not seem to be fast: but it came from the crater in the center of Manila several kilometers away, and covered the entire battlefield as fast as lightning; like an avalanche of snow spreading from the distant mountains and falling all the way.

The next moment——

The armed monks of the Dao Kingdom Axis, Wanshou Henghe, the noble response and processing department, Xiaoyue Shuang and the Maori Wusheng of the big opera troupe; as well as the Nine-Child Ghost Mother and her creations...

The spiritual storm engulfed everything.

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Chapter 264: Seven Days of Disrespect (Part )

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The "crow" was laughing and wandering in the digital space. As a creature that was half native to the real world and half born in the ocean of information, the thinking of the giant beast seemed turbid but simple:

"Hehe. Hehehe, hehe."

Digging - digging... never ending; monotonous and repetitive, not as fun as eating. But the "crow" was still full of joy, waving the countless forelimbs that grew from his ribs, digging down layer after layer of restrictions:

There are "living snake tiger heads" that inhibit data flow and are as dangerous as traps, "indestructible Dharma" and "complete Nirvana" constructed with Buddhist mantras, and even the oldest and most ancient ICE (Intrusion Counter Electronics) and multi-layer isolation networks. Of course, all of this is not an insurmountable wall for the behemoth.

This place is like a museum recording firewalls, but this simple superposition and stacking does not make much sense - at least not in terms of strength. The "crow" did not touch any hardness to block its progress, making this excavation of information and numbers more like "excavation" itself:

A game that consumes time and perseverance.

They seemed to have been carried from the garbage dump of the Internet for countless years to solidify into such a thick and hard layer of soil: to dig through it feels like passing through the mantle and reaching the center of the earth.

"Deeper, deeper...deeper."

The crow felt it - it was like an instinctive call. It didn't know what was hidden in the deepest part, but it knew...

The only thing to do now is to dig.

For the first time in his life, Crow put aside his appetite and the desire to grow and expand, and focused on diving deep into the digital space.

Thousands of threads dance around it: wars in the real world have created a group of consciousnesses that are disconnected in the digital space; each thread once represented a citizen of Manila. To be more precise, it was a household of citizens.

Although the citizens of Manila had by now become blood mud covering the ground in drama and battle; the excavation site was still connected to the deepest part of the Luzon network.

The crows followed the trails made of these silk threads and climbed on them, moving towards deeper places.

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Manager Keman opened his mouth and bit off the raw meat in his hand: "Crow"'s desire was so strong that he almost devoured him. The sensory stimulation package distributed by the Java Group was not enough to keep him awake.

This pale piece of meat, from which the blood had almost faded, was just cut off by Manager Keman with a tactical dagger - the "ingredients" came from the corpse next to him.

Cold, fishy, ​​and even slightly sour: Manila's sweltering weather makes corruption come faster than expected.

Manager Keman chewed it a few more times, letting the slippery and disgusting touch and the nauseating smell fill his entire mouth; he didn't chew it until he was a little tired of it, and then he reluctantly spat it on the ground: he never thought that one day, even he would find it difficult to maintain the dual stability between himself and the giant beast.

In terms of intimacy and synchronization with the behemoth, Manager Koman is also the best in the Java Group - but now...

He could even feel the vortex of code in the digital space, the touch of it hitting his auxiliary limb: Of course, this was an illusion brought about purely by imagination. Electronic life in the digital space would not have the same experience as in reality; nor would it have the five senses like humans and animals.

But compared to his three secretaries, Manager Keman's current state was already decent. They could no longer maintain the standard upward sitting posture when towing the giant beast, but were lying sideways and vertically - a foul smell came from their bodies; these tiger minions had lost control of their bladders.

This is one of the signs of being assimilated by the giant beast. Without timely treatment and long-term psychological treatment, the three secretaries will become three zombies whose self-awareness has been eroded and only their physical instincts remain:

But Manager Keman couldn't care less. He had never seen the Crows so excited before. As native life forms in the digital space, they were more sensitive than humans. At least, when it came to the secrets in the digital space.

Three "tigers" were roaring sharply in the digital space, devouring most of the minds of their respective "tiger minions", making these giant beasts extremely excited, and because they had lost the bait, they no longer followed the digging orders.

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The Crows also saw their absence: compared to the more alert Crows, the Tigers were much duller and simpler; this dullness was also reflected in their enthusiasm for digging:

They don't seem to be able to sense the call from the bottom of the digital ocean like the "crows".

"Dig, dig... hehe, I'm tired. I'm tired, I need to eat, hehe."

Ow—

The “crow” suddenly stretched out an auxiliary limb that could be extended infinitely, and wrapped it around the “tiger’s” body. It suddenly pulled, and lifted up the “tiger’s” body, which was considered huge even in digital space, and pulled it to its mouth.

The head suddenly cracked and opened; then it swallowed the "tiger" into its mouth whole: all the words, numbers, and even vague emotional experiences that made up the "tiger"'s body were instantly poured into the crow's stomach, filling it up in the gravity-free digital space, and giving it a sense of falling.

A giant beast devours another giant beast: This violent galloping experience makes Manager Keman's mind shake, like a candle blown by the wind.

Ah!

The “crow” is still hunting. This time, the prey is another “tiger”. Of the original three “tigers”, only one is left: the remaining “tiger” has long been freed from the restraints of its host, and took advantage of the gap between the “crow” eating to disappear from its search range.

In the real world, Manager Koman's feeling is still getting stronger... He feels that he will be pulled out of the real world at any time and completely merge with "Crow".

He fumbled and pulled out a tactical dagger from a secretary's waist, and gently rubbed it in front of his forearm: Manager Keman's own dagger had been used to cut corpses and became dirty. If the senses of taste and smell were not enough to serve as anchors to reality, then Manager Keman would try "pain" next.

There were no good torture instruments at hand, and using drugs that amplified sensory acuity would affect the distance between himself and the beast: but Manager Keman was able to do a lot of tricks with sharp instruments.

If this doesn't fix me...

Manager Koman didn't intend to think that far: he gently cut the blade into the skin of his arm, cut out a rectangular piece with four cuts - then inserted his index finger into it, and together with his thumb, lifted the skin upwards.

Then he picked up the cut piece of skin with two fingers, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

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Chapter 265: Seventh Day of Disrespect (VIII)

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Manager Keman felt that he didn’t know how much time had passed: in the digital space, no senses could experience the passage of time. The signpost of time itself was just a ruler, measuring the things themselves.

"Two hours, thirty-seven minutes, eleven seconds."

The crow keeps a clear record of the total time spent digging - in a sense, it operates on a moment-by-moment basis.

It's not long, but it's not short either. At least for a giant like the Crow, a non-offensive wall that takes hours to open is rare.

Finally, it felt the "emptiness" in front of it - this statement is somewhat misleading, because in fact, hidden behind the barrier is fullness and fullness:

No matter how thick and tough the barrier was before, it was now left behind. In the end, it broke through the layers of restrictions and obstructions - just like "sliding" out of these layers of barriers.

"Hehehe! Hehehehe! Hehehe!"

With ecstasy and joy, Crow saw... things beyond imagination.

"what?"

Even the Crow couldn't help but feel a rare sense of confusion; because it encountered something it had never expected.

This cannot be called a single cave - because it is too large and contains too much information. In order to accommodate the creations inside, the bottom layer of digital space is eroded into huge and infinite holes.

Crow looked at the planet floating in the digital space, with its surface mostly covered by blue water.

For the first time since the creation of this giant beast, it felt doubt deep in its bones.

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Stillness: Everything is still.

It was like an interactive movie that had been paused, with everything frozen in this moment. Crows—or most residents of digital space—are familiar with this scene:

This is the case for those small worlds that have been designed and produced but have not yet been opened and operated. Half of the three thousand worlds in the Siamese Buddhist Court are in an unopened state of ignorance.

However, the one in front of me seems to be a bit larger in scale: judging from Crow's rough estimation, the creator seems to be pursuing a one-to-one replica of the Earth...

This is a rare case. Most creators only seek to create exquisite small gardens or sandboxes that are very different from the real world - as for the earth itself, it is too old-fashioned and boring.

"Hmm... Hmm. Look, look..."

With a wisp of longing, the curious "crow" traveled across tens of millions of kilometers - although this is a world within a world, a reality within reality, it still cannot escape the rules of the digital space.

The more it flew and the more it looked, the more the crow discovered the difference.