Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The clay man couldn't imagine how much energy would be wasted in such a rude and unimaginative way of using it - perhaps this was the threat that the other party deliberately conveyed to him.

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boom!

There was another loud noise.

The clay figure was shocked to find that he and the ground beneath him were slowly rising: towards the gap opened by the giant hand, like a mechanical rising stage mechanism -

Another giant palm and five fingers, and a forearm a hundred meters thick that seemed to be able to extend infinitely. It stretched out from under the clay figure, deep underground in Manila, held the clay figure in its palm and pushed it upward.

The clay man understood: the Nine-Child Ghost Mother really just lifted the lid of Guixu and wanted to bring him in front of her. He felt as if he was a worm being pried open from the ground and pulled out of its nest - even the clay man's wriggling and struggling at this moment was somewhat similar to the struggle of a caterpillar.

The clay man didn't understand why the other party didn't clench his palms and crush him into pieces like a caterpillar... He didn't feel humiliated, but the melancholy before his ideals were shattered.

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He was finally lifted to the ground by the palm of his hand: and he was still rising. The clay man saw the miraculous giant tree: the light it released filled the entire collapsed city with a bright red color.

The brains on the clay man's surface lit up one after another: they calculated the fate that the clay man would face, and in a flash they had come up with thousands of results... but none of them could continue his existence.

And the dream that is about to be shattered. The world can never go back to the way it was before...

Do not!

Suddenly, a think tank emerged from the clay man's body and pointed out the option that he was originally unwilling to use.

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As long as the clay man betrays himself, he can continue to live.

Choose "Separation" to separate the Nine-Child Ghost Mother.

As soon as this thought came into being, the clay figure's body began to move spontaneously.

If it weren't for the current situation, he wouldn't have had the slightest thought of taking out the separation - in fact, this decision came from the think tank on the surface of the clay man.

But... no matter whether it is the clay figures or the think tank brains holding endless meetings, they can be sure: if this separation is not used now, there will be no chance to change the mistakes of mankind.

“Should I use it?”

Even a clay figure, who has wasted a long time in this world and sharpened his mind, cannot help but tremble and hesitate.

……

The forearms swayed like weeds in the wind, passing the thin object upwards -

Until it passes into the hands at the top.

Ever since "Patient Zero" gave him the "Separation" triggering device, the clay man has never used it once: even the idea of ​​disassembling it and observing it carefully was suppressed by the clay man.

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As for whether this "farewell" can still be used, the clay man has never doubted: Patient Zero gave it to himself in order to release the mocking signal -

If it is a fake and cannot be used, the offensiveness it contains will be lost.

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Now, the separate firing device has reached the clay man's hand: it is a regular cube, but there is a striking, raised round button on the surface.

From the outside, there's nothing special about the separate triggering device - there's just no space between the button and the block. It's so smooth and clean, it looks like it was brought straight from the modeling software to reality.

……

The clay figure looked at it for a while: this was the clay figure's final struggle.

Finally, he raised the trigger device -

Towards the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, towards the tree of flesh and blood...

The button was pressed.

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Chapter 344: Nonsense (Part )

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Exploit——

It was like the sound of bubbles bursting, and it resounded throughout the sky of Manila.

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The clay figurine and his huge body made up of countless transformed offspring disappeared like a popped soap bubble.

There was no exploding flesh, no splattering blood. There was only a picture that was instantly removed from the field of vision: just like in the real world, a small section of the picture was suddenly missing, like a damaged DVD.

The last demon in the Luzon Islands who could be called the king disappeared silently in "public view" - Fang Bailu had more than thousands of eyes scattered around.

This is no illusion:

Fang Bailu believed that at this moment, no one on earth could spread illusions in his brain; and the complete disconnection from the digital space also meant that he could no longer be the target of illusions.

But - how did the clay figure do it? How did he disappear from his own hand?

……

He didn't think that this was some kind of killer weapon left by the clay man - some kind of escape method used in times of crisis... He was clearly using it against Fang Bailu: it was a directional weapon.

Then, this is true:

This weapon could allow Fang Bailu to observe through the many "eyes" and "ears" he had arranged in Manila, and make this living clay figure, which contained who knows how much consciousness, disappear in front of him like deleting a file.

So this other hibernator who had been operating in Manila for a long time... and also came from hundreds of years ago, literally "disappeared"; without a trace, without leaving the slightest trace.

……

"Well……"

but--

Then came the answer itself. Where the clay figure disappeared, there was a new person - a human being.

An aging human.

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In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems more like the clay man has changed its shape in the blink of an eye - from a huge monster to this octogenarian.

But each of Fang Bailu's "eyes" has the instantaneous capture performance of a high-speed camera:

Fang Bailu saw it clearly... the clay figurine was indeed annihilated and disappeared, never to be seen again. And three thousandths of a second after he disappeared -

In the void left by the clay figure, this old man was inexplicably born... It was as if an invisible hand suddenly slammed him into this place.

Fang Bailu even had a moment of doubt: Was he actually in an edited movie, and the old man had just been cut and pasted into this scene?

……

Fang Bailu walked down the stairs from in front of the bright red tree - just now, he had been standing high up on the tree of flesh and blood.

A staircase made of flesh extended and spread out from the giant blood-red tree - it followed Fang Bailu's footsteps, placing one step after another under his feet; just right.

At the same time, the huge forearm and palm, which was taller than the Merdeka 118 Building, slowly brought the old man in front of Fang Bailu.

Although Fang Bailu's thousands of eyes can already see the old man clearly; he still prefers to use the eyes of this person to observe - this helps Fang Bailu stay closer to the human mind.

……

The old man was wearing plain white clothes of a strange shape: the torso was a little fluffy, making his skinny body not so eye-catching; the sleeves were long and big, and when he raised his hands, the corners of the sleeves could even fall to his hips.

The hair on top of his head was not completely white, and there was some gray and black mixed in between, as if it was highlighted; considering his age as revealed by his appearance, his hair could even be considered thick - his hair was neatly combed back, and the hairline on his forehead had not moved up.

The perfectly round black frame adds a touch of kindness to the old man - making him somewhat similar to a character in a comic book.

……

Fang Bailu walked closer. Now he was actually very easy to talk to and willing to communicate - even if conditions allowed, communication would be Fang Bailu's first choice. But unfortunately, whether it was the clay figurine or the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association... they were not willing to talk to him properly.

He even felt a little bored and tired about it.

The old man spoke first. His voice was a little hoarse and not loud, which was consistent with Fang Bailu's inherent impression of an old man of this age:

"If I appear here, it means——"

"The Clay Man wants to use 'Farewell' on you. Is that right?"

Farewell - is this the name of the weapon just now?

Fang Bailu did not answer - he did not want to answer questions he did not know the answers to.

The old man twisted his lips, as if his gums were extremely uncomfortable; perhaps he was just expressing regret and depression:

"Ah... He clearly said that he hated the consequences of 'separation' the most: why is he using it on someone else again?"

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Finally, Fang Bailu came within a distance where he could face the other person.

"Separation - the disappearance of the clay figure just now was due to the effect of this so-called separation?"

Fang Bailu did not answer, but just stared into the other person's eyes.

The old man had eyes that were extremely inconsistent with his aged face: clean, bloodless whites, and inky pupils that were darker than brown - ignoring the thick fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he had a pair of eyes like a young man.

However, his eyebrows were so sparse that only two faint grey lines remained, causing the old man's eyes to reveal a sense of emptiness and confusion at most times: in this respect, it was consistent with his appearance age.

But in addition to these eyes, the old man also wore a pair of glasses with high degrees: the lenses made his eyes look unusually large, which made people feel a little funny.

Fang Bailu could kill this old and decayed body at any time - and then devour him into his body and learn everything he had experienced in the past. But Fang Bailu did not do so: he preferred to talk to the other party -

Because that’s what humans are supposed to do.

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As if he had sensed Fang Bailu's wait... the old man bowed slightly and continued:

"I haven't seen you for a few years, Mr. Fang - you look good."

"But actually: this is also our first meeting."

"They all call me 'Patient Zero.'

"So, this is it - the beginning and the end, the first hibernator to wake up... and the last."

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Chapter 345: Nonsense (Part )

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"Hello."

While waiting for Fang Bailu's response, "Patient Zero" greeted again.

He was the most "human" hibernating dragon Fang Bailu had ever seen - including Fang Bailu himself. He was neither a dead head lying in a coffin, nor a giant worm with all its offspring grafted onto itself, nor dozens of brains connected together, nor a giant plant that occupied half of the city.

He was just an old man with many signs of vicissitudes, and he looked like he had entered the stage of his life where he could not get up from bed. His cheeks had drooped, leaving long wrinkles around his mouth, which made him look a bit like a humanized pug. The smell of old age emanated from his whole body.

Nowadays, people with the same appearance as him are extremely rare: Fang Bailu remembers his three years in Kuala Lumpur -

Many Kuala Lumpur residents use implants and modifications to hide their true age: even those from poorer families have a holographic light applied to the outside of their faces.

"In addition to 'Patient Zero', you can also call me by my real name..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the lost information in his mind. The age spots on his face were all tangled together with doubts:

"Excuse me, you should just call me 'Patient Zero'. I have forgotten my real name... and it's hard to find it now."

Patient Zero staggered forward a few steps, using a cane to support himself. He looked like a real old man - Patient Zero did not seem to be following any plan to slow down his aging; at least not reflected in his appearance.