Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

There was no room for running or hiding in shelters or obstacles. Even if they hid in the remaining ruins of Manila, they could not escape the invasion of spiritual energy.

The pure-colored mists moved creepily; they were like pale, shapeless living creatures, shuttling and chasing each other, stuffing themselves into every tiniest hole and gap.

Until it fills everything.

Almost at the moment when the spiritual storm covered everything, the "script" that connected most of the living beings of the big troupe lost its function, and the huge soul disk that was reunited with each other and the space shared by the connection also dispersed:

There weren't many living creatures left in Manila - and most of them were still engaged in a bloody battle with the derivatives of the "Nine-Child Ghost Mother"...

But when the spiritual energy storm came, all the unfinished battles had to stop in front of it. Even the offspring of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother: the mantises and the creatures in the cocoon; all stood there in a daze at this moment.

Many actors who were originally standing on the stage, participating in this never-ending Nuo opera - were ejected from the stage in an instant and returned to their rightful clarity and awareness.

So Manila, which was originally filled with only the sound of metal hitting, flesh tearing, and even a bit of "silence", finally became noisy again: this noise came from the screams and panic of the survivors.

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The aura should be pure - even if it is stirred by the rituals of the British Alchemy Empire and gathers to cause a storm, it should not contain any impurities. It should only perform the duties it has assumed since it was developed hundreds of years ago: cleaning and reshaping, preparing for the next stage of transformation.

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The Manila that the British Magic Empire's vanguard had imagined - to be swept away in an instant and turned into nothingness - did not appear.

Instead, what has taken place is a present that no one could have anticipated. The debris and ghosts in the digital space have become entangled with the tsunami in reality:

The fragments of the replica of the Earth that were blown into pieces by the bombs but not completely destroyed; the real information that was collected and injected into the depths of the network along the excavated Taoist temple pipelines; the various copies of the world that were decomposed and reconstructed, and the information collected from them related to the first half of the 21st century; the data from the many visualization machines in New Malaysia brought by the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, used to reverse the past from the future...

Countless foreign objects were also mixed into the spiritual energy: they descended upon every survivor in Manila along with the enveloping storm.

The spiritual storm itself also changed and no longer looked the same.

Perhaps it was because of the impact of the bomb explosion, or it could be because of Bai Shisheng's no longer silent corpse, or even the mutual compression between the three, which caused the spiritual storm to be completely unrecognizable.

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The aura at this moment - although it contains the word "qi" - has become more like some kind of sticky and turbid liquid; it poured into the huge pit of the city and soaked the entire Manila in it.

It is no longer pure, like the most extreme pure white selected from the color range, but is covered with a little light gray - but if you zoom in, you can't see clearly the various symbols and images that flash by on the surface of the aura.

The aura storm that should have been silent and foggy was also filled with murmurs, roars, crisp sounds, and howls. From a rough listening, there were endless human voices, as well as various percussions from machines and natural materials. In addition to these, there were also many ultrasonic and infrasonic waves that humans could not distinguish.

Among the people who were covered by the spiritual energy for the first time - they were the noble response and processing staff scattered on the edge of the battlefield, responsible for operating the Yin Lei generators; and the Wanshou Ganges "Yogis" who were guerrilla raiding and rushing to help everywhere - sharp howls began to be heard one after another.

This cry that seemed to vomit the body and soul was not because of the physical pain brought by the spiritual energy storm. It was because of the "future" that came with the spiritual energy storm.

Some people saw the future, the future that has not yet arrived: the strange sights that will happen in seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years.

These collected everything in the closed system and generated calculations of possibilities that had not yet occurred; they surged onto the shores of the real world with the surging tide of information, swallowing up all the survivors of Manila.

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Chapter 293: Greed (Part )

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Due to the aura leaking from Bai Shisheng's corpse, as well as the various calculations and predictions for tomorrow that were collected by people -

At this moment: everything about the future has been reorganized into a "language". However, this so-called language is not for people to speak, communicate, or communicate with each other; it is only used to determine "meaning" and explain thinking - it goes beyond the symbols in the animal communication system and is no longer a one-to-one relationship; it is only the only medium and carrier in the process of human understanding of the world.

Thus, this "language of the future" transcends the inner depths of souls, elevating their perspectives that can only focus on the "now" and the "present moment," allowing people immersed in the aura to climb up, like a broadcast camera on the top of a stadium, overlooking everything below.

If you give it some time——

At this moment, these "people" who are wrapped in spiritual energy and begin to learn this "future language" will turn a corner in the history of human evolution and become a brand new group. Beyond bloodline, race, belief, nationality and even species; including armed monks of the Daoguo axis, noble people of the Taihai chain, great yogis of the Wanshou Ganges, many offspring born by the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, Shengdan and Wusheng of the big opera troupe...

These "people" who originally fought to the death for various reasons, controlled each other, deceived each other, and fought each other -

They will become a group that relies solely on the spread of language to reproduce - not living in the "present" but can only see the "future": they may even give up the blood feud that was formed just a moment ago, and have a closer relationship than any other group or country; they will live hand in hand with each other.

Such a possibility cannot help but make outside observers feel funny and absurd, and even a little sigh -

But it is also because of the existence of the aura storm: this possibility can only remain as a guess and will never come true.

There was no time left for these people to digest and understand the rapid changes in front of them; there was no time for them to have any communication with each other:

Because the spiritual storm has been distorted by various external factors and has deformed the physical body, the transformation is about to begin.

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Perhaps for the first time in history, the distinction between reality and illusion is no longer clear. All kinds of digital space, carried by the spiritual storm, flow into Manila, creating a narrow area between the real world and information.

There is no longer a need for neural pipelines to connect to the entrance of the universe in order to transport the three souls and seven spirits upward to travel the universe - spiritual energy has replaced the original method of information exchange: even people who have not undergone surgery and implanted a soul-flesh gateway - even those mantises that have just been born from the body of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother and have not been in the world for long - can now connect directly to the network.

And this fusion is still moving forward: gradually, the information flow from the digital space overflows from the aura storm. There is no need for the soul/flesh agreement, the mysterious gate, or even the conversion of various software and implants. This information that was originally unable to be directly viewed by the biological body is automatically corrected into various sensory signals:

Vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch; all these senses are mixed together and confused with each other, forming a "synaesthesia" experience - but these underlying information from the digital space was not originally designed for human senses; therefore, most of them are also filtered out of protection by the brain:

Even though humans have tasted the soul-flesh communication protocol that isolates reality, smelled the vows and channels left by the Buddhas before their Nirvana, and touched the 990,000 twin Trojan horses of the demons from outside the domain, they still cannot figure it out.

The digital space and reality actually overlapped at the same place - even the longest-living Taihai Chain King had never heard of or seen this.

Normally, this is a blessing that is enough to subvert the existing market; but now, combined with the "future vision" that spreads throughout the city, it makes the survivors in Manila fall into the abyss.

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"What did I see? What did I see?"

Even the mantises began to speak human language - they stretched out their long tongues filled with corrosive liquid, and the words they spoke were nasal and vague, making them difficult to recognize: the mantises' forked tongues, like snakes, were not originally designed to speak human language.

The mantises are nothing more than a dream of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother - Fang Bailu in the white coffin: they combine his thoughts, expectations, the aggression buried deep in his heart, and his anger and resentment towards everything - in essence, they are biological weapons produced in nightmares.

But when faced with this spiritual storm tainted with the scent of Bai Shisheng's corpse, they began to become different from yesterday... What occupied their brains was no longer just the desire and attachment to killing.

On the alien body, the pretty face once again returned to human form: but in the current scene, it only deepened their pain.

They opened their dark green eyes wide, like the water from a deep well, and looked at their two front paws stained with blood, body fluids, and human remains.

However, in their eyes, the blade-like front claws were no longer made of keratin and shell, but had turned into rusty metal: even covered with moss and stains, and they themselves had turned into an iron statue that had stood on the earth for who knows how many years.

Until this gold and iron, also oxidized and corroded with the passage of time and the humid air of Southeast Asia - when the mantises looked down, they could only see emptiness around them; like dead souls floating on the ground.

After losing their limbs, they still have the constant phantom pain and itching; even the sense of touch at the tip of their front claws is still retained: the mantises can feel the tip of their front claws piercing their flesh, but they also feel the oxidation gradually turning themselves into reddish-brown rust.

It is this confusion that gradually pushes them into a whole new kind of madness.

All the mantises were immersed in the spiritual energy. Some of them raised their original doubts again:

"What on earth is this? What on earth am I seeing is..."

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It’s the future.

All those things that might have happened, but because of slight differences and coincidences at that time, could not have appeared in this one and only world.

But even so - in this calculated future as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges, one of them will eventually come true: because no matter how humans reach out their hands to hold back the river of time, it will not stop its advance.

This is the greatest sorrow and greatest fortune of mankind.

The storms and changes have not stopped.

Some people understood at this moment some of their previous doubts: why a few months ago, the strange legend about the Nine-Child Ghost Mother was circulating in Luzon - that was an illusion of the future, a looking glass from the past to the present, revealing certain secrets.

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Chapter 294: Greed (IX)

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In the numerous, nearly infinite futures; in the unpredictable fate of Manila, the "Nine-Child Ghost Mother" as the introduction - this "unworthy" horror is destined to appear -

The visualization machine brought by the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, as well as the data collected from the excavated dojo and transported to the replica earth, leaked into the public network; everything that had not yet happened began to spread by word of mouth several months ago...

This is why even though Fang Bailu in the white coffin had not yet arrived in Luzon - or even left Kuala Lumpur... there was already a night talk about him in Manila.

Manila's after-dinner urban anecdotes reveal a destiny yet to come - a subtle example of today's ridiculous world.

All other details were forgotten, or thought of as dreams; but the Nine-Child Ghost Mother and everything about it:

The flower of flesh and blood that bloomed on the earth, and the ruthless, causeless and horrific war that followed it, constituted the most important part of the leaked information, making it visible; it became the last scene in the eyes of the victims of Manila.

Before death comes——I finally understand the sticky and slippery shell of the truth.

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Outside the Internet, as the digital tide invades reality and impacts consciousness, more intuitive and terrifying changes come from the aura storm.

This terror from the old world, buried in the dead city "Guixu" and awakened by the alchemists of the British Alchemy Empire, is taking Manila, which is already like a den of ghosts, in the next direction.

A completely different direction from the original one.

The storm that soaked everything like liquid swept back and became even more violent - it finally began to perform its original duties, but it did more than it should have... In fact, so much that it would change the fate of many people.

Not just cleaning: the spiritual storm began to transform everyone present—

It wrapped the survivors in Manila and modified their forms of existence: those who were originally flesh and blood were given bodies made of gold and iron; those who originally had implants and artificial limbs had these non-natural foreign objects completely stripped away and transformed, restoring their natural appearance.

This is far from the original routes and responsibilities set for aura - but in the current chaotic situation, even the aura storm has begun to improvise like madness: the aura storm itself has been given a popular madness.

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So, when the spiritual energy began to rotate... those people who were still immersed in the future vision and standing there were unable to notice the vortex around them - their minds had been misaligned with their bodies, and they had no way of sensing the changes in their physical bodies.

Bit by bit:

The mantises, all made of pure biomass, spewed out from the lonely head of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother. The aura was like countless tiny man-eating ants, peeling off the mantises' hard cuticle and skin layer by layer.

But after a process that was both like corrosion and biting, the mantises looked like they were painted with oil paint: the original flesh-colored powder faded from their bodies, and they were re-coated with a layer of shiny metallic color.

Some mantises struggled instinctively, but could not escape the gradually reduced range of motion of their joints after turning into metal, and slowly stopped moving like a movie with the slow-motion button pressed; some mantises were still immersed in the future scenes they saw, falling into a solidified eternity in their stillness.

In a flash——

These products of dreams, which were capable of dragging elite forces from numerous groups and organizations into attritional battles, became a "forest of steles" on the ruins in the sweeping storm of spiritual energy: they stood in place, decorating the ruins like an exhibition area in an amusement park with a mantis monster as the theme.

In contrast to the Mantises, there are the armed monks of the Daoguo Axis. Among the remaining survivors, the armed monks have the highest level of cybernetics.

Thus, they were able to return to nature.

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Zi Yu stood there, like a dead tree nailed into the ground. He didn't know why he was here, as if he was in a fantasy: there was no thick, liquid gray mist - the red sun was high in the sky, the sunlight was warm; it was no longer the deep night of bloody battle just a moment ago.

As far as Chi Yu's eyes could see... there was no longer any blood flowing into a lake on the ground, and no limbs or broken corpses could be seen. The warm sun shone on the ruins of Manila that had not yet been repaired, and the metal statues lined up in the deep pit, bringing the warmth before the arrival of a new life: It was obvious that the capital of Luzon at this time was not the Shura killing field before -

What was different was the fish itself: none of the countless plug-ins and implants on its body had any feedback...

Instead, there was a feeling of emptiness, soreness, and pain.

After so many years, Chi Yu finally felt once again the fragility and pain brought by his flesh and blood - and this shock came together with the freedom after getting rid of the control of the script; he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Ever since he went through layers of selection and was finally selected into the “Special Team for Eliminating Taoist Enemies” at the Xiantian Academy in Phnom Penh, Zi Yu seldom remembered the years when his body was still made up of blood, flesh and bones - that symbolized fragility, but also represented purity.

But now: all the blood, sweat, and sufferings of the past have been in vain.

The sword balls that used to be around his body and connected to the middle section of his spine were like another limb, controlled by magnetism. Although many of them were contaminated or destroyed in the successive battles, the number was still more than half. They were wrapped in spiritual energy. The balls that were originally as smooth as a mirror and made of multiple alloys were now covered with a light pink film like new skin, covered with protruding dark blue blood vessels, and beat continuously like a living heart.

They are connected to each other by tiny ligaments, bouncing and hitting each other like marbles on elastic ropes, hanging crookedly on the back of the fish.

But all of the above could not be reflected in the vision of the fish:

When he lowered his neck and looked around him, he could only see rotting, maggot-infested flesh and the mottled, cracked bones underneath, wrapped in the fiber robes of an armed monk.

"Why am I still alive?"

Zi Yu raised his head, looked at the sunlight that could not hurt his eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

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Of course, not everyone can survive the changes in spiritual energy.

The yogis, whose bodies were surrounded by bulging muscles and whose skin was even torn by bulging muscle bundles, still remained as flexible as wild animals. They came thousands of miles from Mumbai and had personally pierced the heads of Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu on the spire of Mumbai's World One: