Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The snow ghost roared in her heart: her vocal cords had been corroded and holes had been formed, and all that came out of her mouth was the surging black water and the bubbles mixed in it.

Therefore, she could only roar once again in the depths of her soul.

"There will never be another me! All I have is the present and the choices I make now—"

There was only this roaring hatred, this rage that filled my heart and became full:

Whether it is the distant opportunity to correct past mistakes, or the promising future promised by the clay figurine -

Nothing has any meaning at all. Once dead, once annihilated here, everything has nothing to do with the Snow Ghost anymore: it is just a dream like a dead soul.

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It has consciousness receptors within the ordinary human range and has a certain degree of understanding of the mechanism of demon language - at the same time, it is derived from the delusion in the heart of the clay man, and can be "resonated" by it, forcibly embedding the demon language into it.

Snow Ghost is indeed the only person in the Luzon Islands at this time who meets the clay man's selection criteria for a "medium":

If you ignore her body that is about to explode.

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The snow ghost's body was expanding and was on the verge of exploding.

The roar that echoed in her mind did not receive any response from the clay figure:

After all, no matter how intensely the thoughts in your heart surge, they will not be heard by others - I don’t know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, but humans are ultimately unable to hear each other’s voices.

"That's it—"

If I continue to struggle with the clay figure, it will not bring much comfort to my last moments of life...

She lowered her head with difficulty: the snow ghost's abdomen, chest, and limbs had become transparent and bulged outward. The scar tissue left by the previous burns was stretched and cracked, and new pale pink skin grew from the gaps; and this skin was also stretched outward by the discolored swollen body fluids under the skin, turning it black and transparent - even though it was being eroded by the ghost water, the snow ghost's vitality was still strong; this was the result of thousands of self-transformations.

The Snow Ghost's life has entered a countdown - when the abdominal wall muscles and diaphragm are completely liquefied and melt into part of the ghost water; then these deadly venoms will rush out from her lower abdomen and soak all the way through the huge demonic body of the clay man...

In order to increase the dosage, the snow ghost had to prolong this painful and tormenting process; but now, this suffering - both the entire life and this moment - was about to come to an end.

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Just when she was about to sink into the sweetness of death with the joy of revenge...

Something strange entered the snow ghost's eyes.

Everything in the Snow Ghost's eyes had already become cloudy, as if they were wrapped in a layer of plastic wrap covered with food residues: if her eyeballs had not been specially cultivated and modulated, and her entire head had multiple layers of isolation, she would probably have lost her eyesight along with the toxins in her limbs.

Even so, the abrupt and strange scene still caught her eyes:

Not far in front of the snow ghost, the biocomputer that served as the translator of the clay figurine and the demon's language - Park Wenzhi's head was rising from the ground little by little.

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The head was held up by the flesh and blood on the floor of the audience room - the flesh and blood of the clay figurine. It looked like a few bulges on the giant's body, or a tray with a lift.

Then: Like tearing open a package of goods, the skin that had grown 170 centimeters from the floor of the audience room opened up—

Under the skin was a naked and empty skeleton; Pu Wenzhi's head was supported at the cervical vertebrae, like a corpse with the flesh and blood removed.

Snap, snap, snap…

Accompanied by the crisp sound of separation——

The floorboards in the audience room, which had been embedded in the clay body for who knows how many years, were being pushed up as the muscles surged, exposing the "cilia" underneath.

The clay figure's arms look like flowers.

Then, they began to tear their own flesh.

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"You can't die yet, Tseve Rodriguez."

The floor and walls of the audience room were lifted up - piece after piece of muscle that was still attached to the skin was torn off by the clay figurine's arms and stuffed into the cracks of the body like a kindergarten child playing with plasticine, roughly filling the skeleton full of holes.

Park Wenzhi's original face had been cut off, and the facial bones and soft tissue were being remodeled; but the clay figurine still spoke through him, speaking in a worried voice:

"This broken world still needs you and me to save it."

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It was a sickening sight:

Sticky, torn flesh and organs were constantly dug out from the clay man's body and smeared into the shell which still had a lot of space left - and the arms waiting nearby then swarmed over to carry out the next step of processing on the shell.

The snow ghost looked at the palm of the clay figure - and the densely packed fingertips at the end of the palm, like organ whistles and reed pipes; all kinds of wonderful tools occasionally poked out from the holes left by the fingertips - brushing across the amorphous torso opposite; the various unsmoothed bumps on the surface became smooth as they were cut and scraped off.

"Come alive again, come alive again..."

Along with the murmurs of Park Munji that gradually became shrill and closer to the voice of a woman - the voice of the Snow Ghost...

"Then, we speak to the world together..."

The skin had not yet completely covered the empty space on the body. The organs dug out from the clay man were being processed and glued together by his countless arms and added into the module of artificial organs. They were processed into the internal organs of the snow ghost on a daily basis.

Three strong hearts with replaced atria had squeezed out the lungs and filled the chest cavity at some point: just like the body of the Snow Ghost that had not yet been liquefied and weaponized a moment ago...

Even the scar tissue all over the body was the same, emerging along with the countless tools that were constantly being sucked in and out of the clay figurine's hands.

Suddenly:

Another Caifu Rodriguez was born in front of the snow ghost - the materials that made up her all came from the flesh and blood of the clay man himself, as well as the remaining head of Pu Wenzhi.

Her legs - or more precisely, below the ankles - grew into the body of the clay figurine as if it had sunk into a swamp: the flesh that just moments ago belonged to the bio-computer transformed by Park Wenzhi became like fungi emerging from the skin.

And the head - the residence of the three souls and seven spirits of human beings: it is empty there, and when the top of the head is turned back, the red and white interior of the skull can be seen.

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Even if it was because he was on the verge of death, and the various "diseases" in his body had an impact on his brain, causing the snow ghost to become dull...

She now knew what the clay figure wanted to do.

The Snow Ghost wanted to raise her hand to cover her brain which was about to be taken out and placed in a new body; but her arm had already liquefied and broken muscle bundles and did not obey her command.

puff! Snapped!

The outer skin of the snow ghost's lower abdomen finally couldn't bear the pressure and exploded outwards: black water with bubbles surging out from the inside where there were almost no internal organs, and poured onto the flesh of the clay man beneath it.

This dose and volume of venom might really take the clay man's life before long - at least it could leave indelible scars on the huge body of this demon.

But it was too late! It was too late...

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The clay man's arms wrapped around the snow ghost's body, which had become like a garbage bag and emitted a foul odor. Just a few scratches and cuts were enough to open the snow ghost's softened skull.

Then he extracted her still-living brain and placed it into the new, makeshift body before him.

This was another thorough humiliation for the snow ghost...in her heart, the unique snow ghost herself: only now did she realize that she did not actually have the freedom to choose death.

But the rage that cannot be put into action has lost all its meaning.

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"Let's go! Let's save the world!"

The snow ghost could hear the shouts of excitement and anticipation coming from "his own" mouth.

Crackling-crackling…

Along with the sound of electricity, nerve tubes stretched out from the clay man's body and probed into the back of the snow ghost's new body.

The ascent has begun.

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Her soul was torn away from her body and torn off——

Then, under the control of the clay figure, he merged into one with her...

Sink into the water.

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The beginning of the soul wandering is just a moment: at least, it is difficult for human consciousness to perceive the length of the soul transfer.

The Snow Ghost's fury from a moment ago had dissipated into nothingness - just like the morning after a hangover, when a person who has sobered up will feel confused and regretful about yesterday's behavior.

And this so-called confusion and regret were immediately thrown behind her: because she already had a new mission waiting for her to complete.

The Snow Ghost had not had many trances: in the past few decades of her life, she was immersed in reality and had never thought of taking a glimpse into the illusions created by humans.

The sea of ​​information enveloped her soul, which was almost completely separated from her body - there was only a slight connection... like an anchor, like an umbilical cord, the traction prevented the snow ghost from being swept away by the ubiquitous vortex in an instant -

Luzon's digital ocean has changed beyond all recognition:

The information that was sticky, dense and constantly flowing in the past, now seems to be separated up and down as if evaporated by some kind of heat; leaving only the rolling vortex and the misty white fog rolling above.

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It was like another completely different, alienated "Pangu created the world" - standing between the clear and the turbid, was...

Corpse: The corpse of the immortal, Bai Shisheng’s corpse.

Even if you have never seen or felt it; you have only heard of this term with little description in the words of the clay figurines.

Snow Ghost also understood why this huge thing filled the clear and turbid digital space...

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And the Snow Ghost was still able to look calmly and unattractively at the corpse that had brought about earth-shaking changes to Luzon's digital space.

She might be the only one who could look directly at the corpse after it surfaced without entering the "ascension process" at this moment.

Although it has lost the true ownership of its body, soul and even its electronic shell, the clay figurine has managed to temporarily maintain the existence of the Snow Ghost by isolating its spirit and soul... and preventing it from being invaded by all kinds of forces.

Their souls temporarily overlap, relying on synchronization and self-examination with each other to maintain their integrity - comparing with each other and relying on each other; at this time, the secret method that can be practiced by relying on the twins in one body can even be integrated into the digital space without being separated by the way of immortality, and into the heaven and earth.

Snow Ghost didn't know whether this was a plan that the Clay Man had learned from the illusion of the future; or whether he had started to prepare for this plan even earlier -

At least, it does work:

She could see that the indescribable giant - the corpse of the immortal - seemed to have some kind of gravitational force: from time to time, new souls rose from the whirlpool at the bottom of the abyss or fell from the rolling mist in the sky; they all approached the corpse: floating, but eager.

The snow ghost and the clay man couldn't wait any longer.

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After a long, yet seemingly only momentary, drift - because the corpse of the immortal was everywhere in Luzon's digital space; and there was no distance in the digital space itself.

The snow ghost - or rather, it was simply an extension of the clay man's soul - pressed its imaginary palm against the surface of the corpse.

There is no hard or soft touch, no cold or hot temperature:

Maybe even whether they are really close is just an illusion in the mind.

It's just a "feeling", it doesn't matter.

Then the clay figurine spoke - the language of the demon, which was about to spread throughout the world and replace the language of all things:

"Hello World!"

"I want to tell you——"

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Chapter 315: The Ten Unforgivable Crimes (I)

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There are few nights as dark as this in the world today: you can even clearly see the twinkling stars in the sky - they seem to be the reflection of the city that is no longer bright.

At this time, Luzon Island has lost the lights that were everywhere in the city on weekdays. This dimness has an ominous atmosphere; the fires used to dispel human fears have all been extinguished unknowingly.

When Arata arrived in Manila, he had not expected to see anything like this - but that was not surprising: Arata had never imagined what Manila would look like in his mind.

He had never set foot outside of New Malaysia... No, it should be said that Kuala Lumpur and the wasteland around Kuala Lumpur were all that New Malaysia had seen in this life.

But even so: everything in Manila still shocked and frightened Xin.

After all, this is not how the world should look like.