Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

But Fang Bailu had never expected to face such a vague, broad, and yet sharp question——

So he answered in a low voice:

"It's OK. It's OK."

The boy's tone was a little softer than before, although it was still hoarse due to his voice change:

"Cheer up! I don't think you look very happy."

Another response he had never guessed.

Fang Bailu suddenly wondered - had he ever truly understood himself? At any stage of his life?

But he couldn't answer this question either. So Fang Bailu just nodded.

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The young man did not seem to be discouraged by Fang Bailu's silence and perfunctory response, and a new question popped up:

"Will we die if we fall?"

Fang Bailu shook his head: He hoped that it would not be as his past self said...but he also didn't know what the consequences would be after falling into this abyss.

"Don't be so sad! Why do you look so grim?"

The young man on Fang Bailu's left slapped his hands hard;

“Look, there are so many people around here!”

It seemed that when fear and the unknown were borne by everyone, this torture would be dispersed and shared. But the only one who existed here was Fang Bailu himself.

Therefore, he still remained silent about his younger self.

The river was rushing faster and the noise that almost made my brain explode was right before my eyes.

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The bright red river water was about to reach its end, and the passengers it carried also needed to end their journey. Fang Bailu heard the strange sound of the water falling but never hitting the bottom -

Now, he could see figures floating up and down in the countless rivers in all directions:

They all had similar yet different faces; Fang Bailu also knew who they were.

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But before he could do or say anything, the gushing river water threw Fang Bailu into the air - the bright red water flow had already reached its end.

In mid-air, he suddenly realized that he was the only one among the thousands of different selves at different times who had escaped the riverbed by the blood-red water. The countless faces and bodies that remained were like reefs across the riverbed—they stayed on the edge of the abyss, looking at Fang Bailu who was thrown into the black pit.

There was no expression on their faces. But their eyes were focused on Fang Bailu, making him feel like he was being burned: perhaps it was a silent call, question and advice...

After all, he was the last of them, the oldest, and should have been the best:

But Fang Bailu never fulfilled his previous wishes; he was also unable to make up for his past regrets and mistakes.

Those unfinished things that were entrusted to the future by the past self...

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Fang Bailu fell into it: the fall was so long, perhaps it was because his perception of time became blurred.

Thick, straight black lines appeared one after another at the edge of his vision - like the speed lines drawn in cartoons to show the characters moving at high speed. Behind Fang Bailu, the exit of the abyss and the misty sky were only tiny dots left, and then faded away from his vision.

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So, is this the end of Turtle Rest?

He gradually felt the air flow gushing from below and the resistance of the air: But Fang Bailu did not gain much enlightenment in this blurry illusion, he was still just himself; one of the fragile and confused humans, praying for a better result tomorrow - but is that enough?

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What happens after this?

He didn't understand either.

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End of Volume: Return

Chapter 326: Old Ugly (Part )

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Someone was walking on the remnants of Manila's streets, his hard heels hitting the broken cement, making a "knock, knock" sound: the sound could be heard from far away in the silent night.

Only when the sound got closer did we realize that this was a monster-like woman.

A woman with an iron face, translucent silver-gray: the shiny metal outlines the hard protruding eyeballs, the straight nose and the calm corners of the lips; even the hair on the face - the hair, the eyebrows and the eyelashes, are all carved with fine metal wires. This face is so lifelike, as if it was made into a fine work of art by putting a mold on the head of a living person.

This ruled out the possibility that it was a stream of scalding hot iron that wrapped around her body and then cooled down - after all, no one could survive such a burn.

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But if you look closely, you can see that this iron "mask" is directly connected to the neck, blending into the grid-like, raised pale skin, with blue blood vessels protruding like thin snakes. This is not the skin that humans should have, but more like the shape of subcutaneous armor protruding from the surface of the body.

No matter what its origin is... just looking at it makes one feel the pain of metal embedding into flesh and blood -

A low, whimpering sound came from under the steel face; it seemed to be a manifestation of pain, and also a bit like the roar of a distorted machine. The most likely guess was that this was the only sound that the strange human body could make.

The silver-gray metal shell now glows with a faint red light - this bright color comes from the other side of the city and is the only remaining light source in Manila at this time.

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The iron-faced woman was still dragging her feet, walking towards the source of the cinnabar light.

She was wearing an ink-colored Taoist robe made of carbon fiber: the clothing was very large, covering most of the iron-faced woman's body; but it could not hide the funny and weird look she revealed when she walked.

The woman's walking posture was particularly distorted: every time she took a step, it was as if she had lost her knee and ankle joints, and her thighs and calves were a long, integrated iron stick; she could only rely on her hip joints to move slightly forward and backward, pulling her body forward.

Despite the difficulty in walking, the iron-faced woman did not use her upper limbs to maintain balance. She held her hands in front of her chest, hugging her inner body, and her front legs curled up like a hen: she seemed to be protecting some treasure.

Inside the carbon fiber Taoist robe, there is both metal and flesh wrapped in blood - the iron-faced woman is such a hybrid monster.

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Her brain was also molded into strange shapes.

She couldn't remember - she had forgotten many things, such as who she was and why she was stumbling around here, searching for something unknown.

When the wind blew... the spiritual storm swept through her body, permanently changing her existence. The iron-faced woman originally had a body with powerful functions and countless modulations; it could twist concrete walls into pieces and crush the heads and sternums of others at will.

That is the body of a Qi Refiner that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

But now, only this remains - I don't know if I should call it an empty shell of a cage.

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Even this empty shell should have died long ago - at least, it should not be able to continue walking, continue to move, and continue to have vague and blurred thoughts running through its brain.

Perhaps it's because enough machines were once mixed into his flesh and blood, or maybe it's just due to some obsession... or even just a coincidence with a very low probability.

These many factors combine to form:

A miracle.

After all: she should have been dead...turned into a statue consisting of many pieces of flesh.

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Although now, she only has one arm among her limbs, which is made of blood, flesh and bones; it allows her to command it freely, which is the result of her Tao, and now it still surpasses other parts of the body.

The woman with the iron mask still has a broken, ambiguous, but still unfading mind; and this little remaining soul is mostly about the things in her hands.

“Ah, ah… ah.”

After the aura storm passed by, her vocal cords turned into metal and should not have been able to support her making any sound: even such a monotonous and meaningless whisper.

The throat microphone module installed near the vocal cords has subtly become flesh and blood, replacing her lost vocal organs; allowing the woman to still make sounds even if she cannot speak.

She drew her hand back, and wrapped the object in her arms a little tighter; then she uttered another hoarse, incomprehensible cry.

“Gah…ah.”

Even though the iron-faced woman hugged her arms as much as possible, due to her own body deformity, this actually exposed more gaps -

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With the little light from afar, people could finally see the "treasure" in her hand:

Lying in the center of the arms was a round, rolling body of flesh and blood.

It was a meatball-like thing, with wrinkles and hair all over its surface. It looked like a product of a failed corpse refining technique, a deformed body made of skin, muscle, and cartilage. The excessive pigmentation made its surface as black as ink, making people feel sick.

It’s just... it’s rare to see creatures made of flesh and blood with such a perfect spherical shape: it even makes people feel that this is not its original appearance.

At this moment: the meat ball is still trembling slightly, expanding and shrinking - this unknown thing is still alive.

Ugly, weird, but full of life.

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The iron-faced woman hugged the ball of flesh deeper into her arms, protecting it with the rest of her body.

But she didn't know what she had to do to protect this twisted flesh fetus.

She only knew that this thing was important: more important even than her own existence.

In the remaining memories of the iron-faced woman, she remembers the overwhelming colorless storm: after that, everything was different... both herself and the ball in her arms.

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The current flesh fetus is not its original appearance.

It was originally bright and round; it has a pure black shell made of flexible metal, which is both beautiful and sturdy; it can store nineteen souls and support switching to sleep at any time, while being online and connected to a single unit; the universal prosthetic interface and soul/flesh protocol make it easy to use.

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This flesh ball was originally a "mud ball": used to record and store human souls, or to place them into artificial bodies as the core of their steel bodies. And in this deformed mud ball, Fang Bailu's three souls and seven spirits resided——

"Once was" Fang Bailu's soul.

First, he was slashed by the military flying sword of the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, and then his existence was completely and completely reversed in the spiritual energy storm...

No one knows how much consciousness there is in the expanding and contracting pulsating flesh that can be restored:

The iron-faced woman didn't know either - she had even forgotten the origin of this flesh fetus; she only remembered its importance.

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The ground was pumping and surging—thin, red blades of grass were emerging from the cracks in the remaining asphalt roads. In the ruins of the city, such strange phenomena were becoming more and more common.

Behind the iron-faced woman, a long trail of red footprints was left.

The joints between muscles, skin and metal had long since burst due to friction and trekking, revealing the distorted interior: it did not look like the inside of a human body.

But the blood still flowed along the limbs and along the soles of the feet, leaving dark red footprints on the ground as before.

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She walked along the newly created paths in the city - the collapsed buildings blocked Manila's original routes, but also built new roads with the gaps between the broken walls.

The Iron-Faced Woman is not the only monster in this ruined city—

For example, she was slowly moving her stiff legs, walking past a group of "skins" lying on the ground and trembling.

They were wrapped and entangled in abnormally enlarged skin, like winter clothes made of strange materials. There were no limbs on the surface like normal people... only internal organs hanging everywhere and exposed. It was like a human whose body turned into a potato and was cut open.

They were the fourth princess from the British Alchemy Empire and her armored alchemists: they raised their eyes and stared at the iron-faced woman who staggered past them.

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If completely transformed in the aura storm, then elimination will not cause pain.

However, these human skins with organs - the "smallest unit of man" recognized by the British Alchemy Empire - did not protect them from the alienated spiritual storm: instead, they brought the alchemists and the Fourth Princess into a swamp of pain and deformation.

This may be a way for retribution to flow and cause and effect to appear:

The nobles, alchemists and servants from the British Alchemy Empire wanted to create killing and chaos - although their target was the king in the dead city "Guixu", the other living people were merely collateral damage.

However, after being distorted by the abnormalities in the digital space, they were all left with permanent changes: they could not even achieve a quick death.