Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The appearance is also chaotic, similar to the work of a child:

Three heads extend from the top of the torso, close together, covering the neck and shoulders. It may also be that in order to make room for these heads, the connected necks are ignored; seven or eight arms grow between the ribs, extending or shrinking, maintaining a twisted posture.

The face and fingers are exceptionally vivid and lifelike; they can even be called the work of a master: I heard that compared with other parts of the human body, human fingers are not so easy to depict.

What's interesting is that the metal statue is wrapped in a layer of cloth with some shape - although it is covered with dirt and dust, and is torn and deformed: but it is obviously an outer garment. Who would dress a statue?

This seems to be a statue based on the theme of a person born in Luzon, but it is placed casually in an empty city.

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Originally, he should have ignored this strange but ridiculous statue - but Xin looked into its eyes.

"!"

In this dark and gray night, Xin caught a glimpse of a little bit of paleness and pink - although it was only an unexpected glimpse.

When he walked past the statue... his sight met the statue's gaze - even Xin couldn't help but slow down his pace: because the constantly moving eyeballs were so eye-catching.

The "portrait" was half silver and half gray-black, but had eyes with bloodshot whites. In the metal eye sockets, there was a pink eyeball with a pale color, and a new face was faintly reflected in the pupils.

The six extraocular muscles connected to the eyeball seem to still be there - because it can still rotate; the eyeball itself cannot complete such movement.

Why does it still maintain its activity without the limbal vascular network and aqueous humor to supply nutrition? And who put the well-preserved eyeball in the eye socket of the metal statue?

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After the initial shock faded, new details were captured: the outer membrane of the eyeball - the ocular fibrous membrane is a nearly standard regular octagon, making it no longer look like a "ball", but more like a cube; regular markings extend from the white of the eye, similar to the pattern of embedded circuits.

A familiar shape: a prosthetic eye with a universal interface, one of the entry-level implant products.

Rather than saying it is a natural human eyeball...it is better to say it is a biological product copied based on an artificial eye.

But such a scene was still too horrifying. Even people who had experienced many terrifying scenes could not help but get goose bumps.

Xin did not stop to observe carefully: he just took a quick glance when passing by - it was a very strange scene, and it was embedded in Xin's mind in an instant, making him unable to forget it for a long time; but he had more important things to do and had no time to explore the origin of this statue.

After all, this strange scene is just a few more strokes to describe the already magical Manila.

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Another trek: As the hunger in Xin's body grew stronger, he gradually became weaker... This was reflected in his slower pace and heavier breathing.

However, he finally determined that the path indicated by the red fog and the red grass on the road was correct.

Xin can tell because he sees:

Just like walking out of the winding mountains, his vision suddenly opened up to an empty, open area; the ruins and ruins that were everywhere before were swept away.

In this capital of Luzon, a flat and vast area appeared at some point. Except for the concrete floor, almost all other man-made objects were excavated. It seemed that half of the entire Manila was flattened and filled to create this square that occupies half of the city.

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Shin even felt familiar with it—this part of Manila reminded him of the coldness, desolation, and emptiness of the wilderness.

An inexplicable sense of disharmony also surged into his mind: Even though Xin had not been to many cities, he understood that this did not conform to the layout of most human settlements.

But immediately, all distracting thoughts were swept away - it was as if he had just opened his eyes at this moment, and was shocked to find that the darkness of Manila had been pierced without him knowing when:

A blood-like light came from afar, filling his field of vision - it was so bright that it was more like a shining tide than light.

It was as if an invisible hand was grasping his heart. A dark red light curtain covered him like blood overflowing in the air.

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Chapter 320: The Ten Unforgivable Crimes (VI)

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This empty square, or even a plain - its original position in Manila, Xin did not know: and after tonight, it would be given a completely different name from before.

And now...

Although the appearance was different from yesterday, the "feeling" calculated for him by his new subconscious was the same as before; guiding his sight.

That is the source of the light: standing in the distance, there is only the "tree" itself -

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No, it should be said that the only thing that Xin could notice at first glance was this huge red tree. And it was the source of this dazzling brightness.

Even though it was some distance away from Xin, he could still see this magnificent and huge creation clearly—

The height and circumference of the mangrove are both greater than the largest giant sequoia in the world: it would probably take more than fifty people to hug it together.

It was burning red all over, with the surface of the bark bulging like snakes. Blood was flowing through it, causing the surrounding skin to swell and shrink; it was half transparent, but so blurry that one could not see what was hidden inside.

The mangroves are lush and strong; their branches and leaves extend like umbrellas, blocking the sky - but their roots are curled up together: entwined and wrapped around the small and slender rectangle in contrast...

It was a coffin. Originally it should have been transparent, and pale due to the cold mist emanating from the inside; but now it was illuminated by the rushing blood, and turned red all over.

The tree roots, which looked like flesh or solidified blood, were entangled and tangled together, filling the coffin, until they overflowed like liquid and hung down beside the coffin wall.

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The overflowing roots curled up into a ball, but did not penetrate into the soil.

This makes the mangrove look like a foreign object born from "nothingness", an inflatable toy like a desktop ornament, or an overly exaggerated holographic projection - its roots that should have spread everywhere are clumped together, which seems particularly inconsistent with the huge tree trunk; a giant that fills the entire room grows in a pocket-sized flowerpot.

It is so breathtaking, unlike the scenery on earth.

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There it was—that was it…the new reason to cross the Sulu Sea from Kuala Lumpur to the Luzon Islands.

There was no human figure floating in the blood in the trunk, and there were no prominent features or faces on the surface of the tree - but Xin knew that Fang Bailu was among them... This red tree was him: it was the lonely head, and now it had evolved into what it is today.

He didn't know what had happened to cause such a sudden change; he didn't have the time to think about it -

His new heart had never pumped so hard: he could hear a drum pounding in his chest, so hard that he wanted to curl up into a ball to avoid the pain.

However, his legs began to move spontaneously, and his hands waved vigorously to keep his balance - he started running again... towards the giant fiery red tree.

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The ground along the way was smooth and neat, like a polished roller skating rink, and it could even slightly reflect the red light from above.

By the time he reacted... Xin had already reached the blood-red tree, even under the shade of its canopy.

Obviously, before this, his body had become weak and tired due to the summoning of the Double Helix Tree, which burned the nutrients and energy in the body: but this time, the speed of running was even faster than before, even faster than Shin's peak period.

Running at full speed for only two kilometers, Xin didn't even sweat a drop - his pores seemed to be locked up to prevent the leakage of body fluids. Correspondingly, every time Xin opened his mouth, a tangible hot air would spray out of his mouth: Xin's body's mechanism for cooling down had also changed.

But he could not feel any burning heat, and his new skin was still cool: this was just a sign of abnormality, but it was too late to investigate further.

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After getting over the initial shock, Shincai slightly turned his increasingly stiff neck and looked at everything else around him.

They were statues crawling on the ground, their smooth and shiny surfaces reflecting the red light from the mangroves; from a new angle, one could only see their highly arched backs.

The statues had insect-like exoskeletons, with bulging muscles bulging out from the gaps in their shells; their heads were held in place by long blade-like forelimbs, with only strands of light blond hair visible outside - these statues even had a color-separation treatment.

He seemed to have strayed into a secret place of pilgrimage - but Xin had never heard of such a distinctive religion in Southeast Asia: in fact, as far as he knew, there was no such religion anywhere else in the world.

When he started running at full speed, he didn't even notice these neatly stacked statues; after all, compared with the giant in front of him, they couldn't divert his attention.

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Now, Xin stood under the canopy of the mangrove - beside him and behind him were neatly arranged, radiating statues: they formed a circle in a delicate arrangement, enveloping the giant tree and Xin.

Shin had no idea that the statues that gathered around him, bowing like worshippers, were once flesh-and-blood derivatives called "praying mantises" - just as he had no idea that, not long ago, their bodies were not made of metal.

But he could recognize this scarlet tree: it was the externalization of the host of the Double Helix Wonderful Tree, its flesh and blood growing uncontrollably and spreading itself into a tree-like shape - a symbol, image and sign with more vitality than animals.

The good news is: Fang Bailu is still alive... maybe. The bad news is the same -

Arata was too close to the Double Helix Myoki Tree in this state.

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In the new mind, a strong wind was blowing, sweeping away all the usual thoughts; only...

Touching and blending. Xin is not trying to "join" this tree of flesh and blood - he is originally a part split from it, and only by merging into it can he make himself complete.

Snap, snap.

His neck was tilted straight, his eyes were dry from being open for so long; but his legs moved spontaneously, moving closer to the blood-red tree.

Hey!

Shin almost hit the tree trunk. But at the moment of contact, he suddenly stopped -

In the previous moment, Xin's body instinct overwhelmed his consciousness: he even unconsciously forgot the purpose of coming here... His uncontrollable limbs only wanted to drag Xin forward a few steps - to get closer to the red tree, until their bodies touched.

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At this distance and angle, the new sensation is not facing the trunk of a tree, but the exterior wall of a skyscraper.

He took two steps back in dismay: he finally understood that he should never have any physical contact with this red tree.

Even if nothing terrible happened, he would probably cut open his chest and abdomen with his own hands, and throw his internal organs, lungs, blood and all the contents of his body onto the tree to merge with it.

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Chapter 321: The Unforgivable Sins (VII)

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This thought was also fleeting, because the scarlet light from the treetops and trunks was spreading all around.

Xin spread out his hands and stretched his body as far as he could: the huge tree shone on him; although there was no change in temperature, Xin could feel the warmth - it was as warm as the amniotic fluid of a mother, without a trace of worry or sorrow.

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Then, in this wonderful feeling, a little discomfort quietly emerged - and this discomfort came from Xin's still clear consciousness and his rationality.

With these minor discomforts as a trigger, the feeling of comfort and joy faded: beneath that, was the more real feeling of being in the new body -

He suddenly realized:

The gravity from all around was pulling at his new skin - like an invisible fishhook embedded in his body, and the thin line behind it was tightened and stretched. He felt that his face had become a rag, ready to be torn into pieces at any moment, and the pieces would be dragged up into the tree canopy.

But it was only an illusion... there were no invisible hands pulling him—

But every tiny part of the body is roaring and wants to return to the mother body.

This couldn't be more true.

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suddenly--

I could feel the dampness all over my body, as if the sweat that had been blocked by my pores was gushing out of my body at this moment.

He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the sweat all over his body...

But what I touched was only the still dry skin; and: countless tiny, dense, creepy bumps; on the body and palms.

Xin placed his palm in front of him, and then used the dim light cast by the red tree, similar to the darkroom where photos are developed, to distinguish the changes:

It was like a hallucination caused by a high fever or drugs becoming reality: he could see the stratum corneum activating - those tiny winding palm lines and fingerprints were wriggling between his hands, as if countless tiny reptiles were growing from the surface of the body.

Slight bulges - not ordinary redness and swelling, but abscesses that look like inverted water drops; dark yellow pus spots mixed in the light red - suddenly appear one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some are even extremely slender, like fungi.

Now, his new palm was covered with mushroom-like abscesses; they extended all the way up along the wrist and grew into other parts of his clothes - due to the friction of the clothes, some of the pustules had broken, and the pus inside had soaked his sweatshirt.

It should have been disgusting, but Arata didn't feel any fear or nausea in his heart... It was as if this scene, which was like something out of Cronenberg's body horror film, was a natural everyday occurrence.

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This was the same phenomenon that had occurred before when summoned by pheromones - but perhaps due to the distance, it was amplified a thousand times and turned into a terrifying scene.