Cyber Heroes

decades ago.

"...もう一时だけでいいmiracle riseきてよ【Just one more time, let a miracle happen"...Past になくしたMemoryのぺ—ジを取り戾どすちからを【Please give me the power to take back the page of memory of the past. ]..." A prosthetic man was humming this unknown song while carving something on the corner of the corridor.

"The heart of the darkness is the heart that can penetrate the darkness. The soul is sleeping. The place where the soul sleeps is looking for the place where the soul sleeps."

"Ahem..." The man on the side couldn't help but interrupt: "What kind of song is this? The lyrics are too unlucky."

Xiang Shan scratched his head: "To be honest, I can't remember it clearly. After all, my memory is not complete... But my wife is a nostalgic cook, so I remember it passively."

"your wife?"

"Ah, from memory it is true that my wife is not wrong." Xiang Shan nodded, very confident.

The man sighed: "Are you sure you really... Tsk, if Martial Ancestor Xiangshan is so virtuous, how on earth did he trigger huge changes in the old world?"

"The time, place and people are favorable." Xiang Shan replied.

"Really, leave me some longing for the old world..."

"I'll forget it anyway." Xiangshan shrugged, "And I am indeed building a tomb for myself. This is literally the 'hunsleeping place' [the place where the soul rests]"

"It sounds like you're looking for a place to die."

Xiang Shan nodded his forehead: "I remember... the story corresponding to this song seems to be like this."

"That sounds like a real tragedy." The man shook his head.

"No, my intuition tells me that it should be a story full of hope. The dead sleep forever, and the living move forward." Xiang Shan stood up from the rock wall, "Well, that's basically fine, there are only two points left. Gotta do it. Dude, where are you?"

"Me? No problem. I made sure to clear the memories of my companions. Now I have fully suppressed the activity in the hippocampus. As long as the memory files are deleted, no one will remember this. Everyone will remember. , Section E3~E6 is an abandoned area with no mineral veins and some ordinary traps."

Xiang Shan said: "Brother, how is your internal strength? Can you do such a delicate operation?"

The man lowered his head: "Maybe there will be a strong impression. I will remember a little bit. Of course, the enemy cannot obtain intelligence based on this hazy impression."

"With the current technology," Xiang Shan emphasized, "you will be disturbed by inexplicable emotions."

"Don't worry," the man said.

He nodded towards the mountain and walked up.

The man suddenly said: "Hey..."

"Um?"

"Is it really necessary to do such a thing?"

"Xiang Shan has died at least seven times. Why won't he die the eighth time?" Xiang Shan said, "Be prepared."

"Then other... did the other Martial Gods also leave things behind?"

Xiang Shan shook his head: "Probably not."

"Why?"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Xiang Shan shook his head.

The man hesitated for a moment: "I hope you can win...Xiang Shan. Not as one of the 'Gods of War', but as the 'final winner'."

"Well, calling me Xiangshan for the first time is a good sign." Xiangshan nodded, "Every Xiangshan hopes that he will become a winner. Every time he loses, it means that the power representing progress is consumed. No one I want to lose. However, this is really not something that I can decide. The only thing I am thankful for is... even if I die now, it will not have any setback in the confidence of human beings to resist. "

"Hello."

"I can only say that I will try my best to win." Xiang Shan made a gesture, but the man didn't know what it meant. It should be some kind of old world culture.

"Want to win." The man did not continue to follow Xiang Shan, but turned around.

He put his fingers on his forehead, giving himself a hint, activated his internal power, and shattered the memory file.

He would soon forget this place.

Continue walking towards the mountain.

…………………………………………………………………………

About eighty years have passed. The man is old.

The old man stumbled forward.

A certain feeling of guilt gnawed at his soul. He abandoned a fellow charlatan in his own camp. He ran away.

But he still wanted to live.

He didn't know why, but he just wanted to live.

No……

The old man actually knew vaguely.

Decades ago…

It should have been a few years earlier than when the Eighth Martial God died.

During that time, there are many vague memories.

Not only that, the records within the Earth-Drilling Dragon community are also vague. Although the recorded historical information is seemingly detailed, the old man who has managed this community for decades knows that there are too many "blank" parts in it - only those who know this Earth-Drilling Community very well can do this. This level of deletion.

Even everyone over a hundred years old has this phenomenon.

The old man also secretly searched the community, but could not find any trace of a traitor.

Moreover, the government will basically not cultivate any traitors in the Dilong community. This kind of stronghold that provides radioactive element support to knights is discovered and destroyed one by one.

So, there is only one answer. This was his own doing.

He deleted his own memory and modified the community's historical records himself.

After realizing this, the old man stopped his actions. He no longer investigates secretly or searches.

Since I forgot it on my own initiative, it means that "forgetting this matter" itself is very important.

However, there was still a vague impression left in his mind.

Just a little bit.

That was something entrusted to me by "a friend."

I don’t remember who that friend was.

I don’t remember what I was entrusted with.

Of course, of course, the old man had doubts about the Eighth Martial God Xiang Shan.

But there is no evidence to prove this.

In his memory, the Eighth Martial God was just an ordinary knight who came to order radioactive elements. There were only a few words of friendship between them.

It was only after the other party died that he realized that the young warrior who often came to help him was the seventh reincarnation of Martial Ancestor Xiangshan.

Although I don’t know what the “mission” is.

but……

"If it's not necessary..." the old man whispered, "I really want to stay until the last moment."

The old man's body emerged from the dark and narrow cave.

Then, he was shocked by what he saw.

A data line that was winding like a centipede was already swimming in front of him. It's a bit like the head of a sweeping robot is already swinging.

The old man made a quick decision and smashed it hard with the long stick in his hand.

No matter how small his prosthetic body is, it is still a humanoid body with multiple functions. If you get into a space that is too small, you may be tied up by this linear robot. He didn't dare move forward until he had dealt with the robot.

This cane looks slender, but it is filled with nano-metal particles, and its center of gravity can be adjusted at will, just like a heavy war hammer. The old man smashed the head of the data cable into useless pieces.

The data line shrunk for a moment, and then a more powerful current was transmitted from the other end. It stands like a cobra in space, and the rear part also forms a topologically reasonable kink shape, covering it like a dragnet.

The old man stretched out his long staff and connected the data line several times like a spear. Every time, the data line suddenly curled up like a stress response. In just a few clicks, the topological formation of the data line was removed. The old man took out a knife and chopped the thing into ten pieces.

Then he heard distant footsteps.

The old man once again got into a small cave.

But in the darkness of the cave, other sounds appeared that shouldn't be there.

Drones again. But it's the insect type.

The old man prayed those drones weren't carrying tiny high explosives. Those rangers didn't care about the overall structure of the cave at all, and used explosives to open the way at will, causing many cracks to appear in areas that had no cracks in the first place. Perhaps small explosives could collapse the cave.

Other voices came from the cave. They were the voices of companions, some kind of cipher text.

The Earth-Drilling Dragon does not lay communication lines. Firstly, its resources are limited, and secondly, it is to avoid being killed by people touching the wires. And in the corridors that extend in all directions, this kind of sound can travel very far.

But none of this is good news.

Signals of "Death" came from all directions. The old man seemed to feel that his companions were under attack from all directions.

The old man sighed again.

Judging from those insect drones, he was bitten.

The official eagle dog that came this time was indeed terrifying. Their force value is high enough.

Except for those who have been transferred, it would be good if half of the remaining earth-burrowing dragons can escape.

"Fortunately, the smelters have been transferred, and there are still those young managers." The old man sighed, "There will be a shortage of warriors there... I hope there will be no friction with other martial arts people."

On my own side...

It’s just a matter of choosing a place to die.

Is the choice to die with a companion? Are you going to hell hand in hand with your old friend?

Or go and see the "things" you protect with amnesia?

If, as Scott said, these people are really here for the legacy of the Eighth Martial God, and the task he forgot about is really to "protect the legacy of the Eighth Martial God," then is he responsible for it at this time? What about destroying that legacy?

Some strong will drove him.

"Go and see..."

The old man thought to himself.

A5, D9-P, E3~E6, G2, G3...

It is possible that the "Legacy of the Eighth Martial God" exists in these areas.

These areas are marked as having "no valuable mineral veins and low threat traps."

This is the kind of area that the Earth-Drilling Dragon usually visits the least.

Perhaps because he was too focused on his thinking, the old man ignored a weak piece of information among the complex information.

"Strong support appears!"

Note: This song hummed by the Eighth Warrior is the theme song of the last chapter of the 2000 anime "Yu-Gi-Oh DM". This story tells the story of the "nameless Pharaoh" who lost his memory three thousand years ago and is possessed by the modern boy Muto Yugi. He grows up with this cowardly game master. The ending of the story is that the Pharaoh regains the lost power due to the sealing of the evil god. Memories, sleep in the underworld, and Muto Yugi continues to move forward.