Cyber Heroes

many years ago.

Borshu and his master huddled in a garbage dump.

Master's prosthetic eyes lit up again. This means that he initiated active detection.

Borshu asked nervously: "How is it?"

The master shook his head: "The Rangers are only two blocks away from here. There is also a battle convoy blocking the road ahead. The RX Pegasus is a hard-core light-weight prosthetic body and has no effective means of breaking armor."

Borshu sighed: "I understand. Let's rush out together. Life or death depends on one's destiny."

The master stretched out his hand and tapped Borshu on the head: "Haha, what's the point of rushing? You're wearing a non-lethal weapon. Me first, you last."

Borshu sighed.

——Someone is always going to die...

"Don't think too much. Actually, I did not think well enough to bring you here for the assassination this time."

Borshu was a little discouraged.

"Tsk, listen to what I have to say. In fact, your idiot... I mean your naive ambition is actually not too bad. Maybe it is also a way." The master said, "Go if you are determined to maintain the peace of one party. There's nothing wrong with doing it. It's my fault to ask you to help me with the assassination. 'Reestablishing order'... Huh, this ideal is just a little bit old. If you were a knight at the time of the Fourth Martial God, say Maybe it’s more timely than me.”

With that said, the man stood up.

"Apprentice, from now on we will go our separate ways."

That day, Borshu saw a meteor shining on the earth.

This was a scene I thought I would remember for the rest of my life.

I thought I would never forget it.

However, in the past year, this shining memory has also been drowned by the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Until recently.

Borshu felt that he might have only remembered it recently - specifically, it should have been the short moment when he faced the muzzle of the eagle and dog.

Perhaps it was the passionate and progressive will in Wu Zu's memory that related and evoked memories of the past.

Maybe it's the relationship with that troublesome woman.

Or maybe the current situation is the same as then.

Whatever the reason, Borshu remembered when faced with the bullet.

This is an armor-piercing round. The bullet will actually hit Borshu's forehead. Once the kinetic energy is released to his head, biological tissue will be irreversibly damaged.

Inescapable. Borshu used his tail to bounce up his body to launch this attack, but he no longer had the strength to change his posture.

As soon as he thought, the flash light on the shoulder armor bounced off.

Such conventional, non-lethal weapons rarely appear on the battlefield. Prosthetic eyes, unlike human eyes, cannot be permanently blinded. A prosthetic eye that lacks a safety lock may emit nerve-stimulating current under strong light, but most prosthetic eyes only need to readjust exposure and focus within a very short period of time.

However, the sudden flash of light made the ranger instinctively think of "defense".

Distracted thoughts caused his boxing frame to shift momentarily.

The bullet hit Borjutsu. His body was spinning in mid-air like a windmill.

But its tail and legs firmly hold the enemy away.

He could no longer think. However, the strong damage resistance brought by metal-based cells allows some neurons to temporarily retain activity. Within ten minutes, these nerve cells will also die, and the bioelectricity between the brain nerves will disappear forever.

However, it is no longer needed.

Borshu's prosthetic body began to contract according to the preset instructions, creating a joint lock based on the prosthetic body.

This does not require much assistance from biological brains, the program can do it.

The ranger roared and tried to break free.

But he was surprised to find that this enemy was much more powerful than he imagined...

——No...that's not right...

The ranger felt an overwhelmed voice coming from the guy's body. Even the tail wrapped around him had some vibrations like microfibers breaking.

——This guy...security protocol...

The "restrictions" left by Xiangshan will cause the prosthetic body to self-destruct when Bor's technique changes.

This process disarms the hardware's security protocols. At the same time, another spell will block his brain's input instructions to the hardware.

The combination of the two can form a decisive blow.

The latter has been relieved by Yuki.

At the last moment of his life, Borshu simply used his internal strength to break through the restrictions left by Xiangshan. After the preset mechanism detects illegal modifications, it will automatically cancel the safety protocol and allow the prosthetic body to operate at self-destruction power.

Of course, under normal circumstances, this is not necessary. At most, this can only make the output of the prosthetic body ten percent higher than usual, but it will cause the overall structure to collapse.

If it is under normal circumstances, Borshu's prosthetic body will lock the ranger for a few seconds. His prosthetic body will then self-destruct and lose power.

However, this is the shallow part of a cave, close to the entrance.

The oxygen content is not low.

And...there are also flammable metallic thermal agents in the air.

Borshu can no longer think normally. This is just a little bit of his remaining thoughts.

There was a murmur from the synthesizer.

He probably wanted to say something.

His brain, which was no longer able to think, could only barely extract a few fragments from his brain activity before he was shot.

Those were... the heroic words left behind by the meteor that rushed toward the enemy.

"I...since...Hengdao...smiled to the sky...hahahaha...hahahahahahahaha...so happy!"

Yuki, who was dragging Yuan Wenwen away from the aerosol range, seemed to hear a voice behind him. He turned around and saw a large ball of burning flames. His hair was ablaze with heat.

Yuki rolled on the ground a few times and extinguished the flames on his body.

But instead of standing up, he knelt on the ground and pressed his fists against the ground.

"Hateful...wuwuwu..."

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Xiangshan felt a series of noises mixed into his consciousness.

"What's going on..." For no reason, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

Xiangshan remembered a legend from the past. It is said that the white noise that appears in your head when you are running your internal energy are electrical signals from the souls of the dead. Of course, Xiangshan knew that this was also a cyber ghost story—it was even the subject of the science fiction novels he wrote when he was young.

But the imagination ability evolved by Homo sapiens alarmed him.

——Is someone dead? who? Original news source? Yuki? That old guy just now?

——Or my former friends? Which of them died in a distant place?

Until now in this battle, it is normal for anyone to die.

But in the darkness, Xiang Shan doubted himself a little.

At this moment, Xiangshan was walking towards the direction indicated by the last clue. In his field of vision, there was a sloping straight line on the rock wall, pointing somewhere at the bottom of the valley.

After he fell just now, an unknown old man saved him. After some exchanges, the old man knew that he was looking for the legacy of the Eighth Martial God. Afterwards, there was movement from Luoyan. The two disciples of King Agni were still a little cautious, so they asked a small number of subordinates to leave the network and act alone. This is a standard procedure, which can prevent the entire team from being wiped out by one internal skill master.

Then, the old man took off his black robe and wrapped it around himself, and then draped a camouflage net with gravel on Xiang Shan. The old man moved quickly, saying that he was going to attract firepower to the mountain.

At this moment, Xiangshan has only just recovered his ability to walk. Those malicious codes filled every corner of Neigong Dazhou. He is using his brain to re-enter the correct code, overwriting the wrong parts, and reinstalling the parts that are no longer salvageable.

He is regaining his strength bit by bit.

However, because too many components and protocols were suspended, he could only maintain the most basic walking, and even stumbled a bit, having to hold on to the rock wall to stabilize his posture.

He just walked forward.

At the same time doubting his own decision.

Before coming down, he told Hara and Yuki to "get ready", but was it really worth it?

Is the legacy of the Eighth Martial God really worth such a big sacrifice? It was just a failed imitation of him...

Hartman's judgment alone...

Xiangshan finally reached the end of the extension line.

It was a small hole, only about one meter high, almost submerged in shadow. . In such an underground canyon, such a small cave is completely inconspicuous.

Inside is a metal gate. The gate is even a little larger than the hole outside. It may have been disassembled and then assembled inside the hole. There is an obvious cover on the iron door. Xiang Shan opened the plastic cover and found that there was actually a keyboard under the cover.

Numbers 0~9, plus an enter.

Xiangshan searched around and soon found traces of that special QR code again.

It is still a simple analytical geometry question. Xiangshan quickly got a set of data.

He tapped the keyboard.

"Huh……"

Unexpectedly, the keyboard seems to be purely mechanical. There seemed to be some deterioration inside, so it took Xiangshan some effort to press it down. The buttons seemed to collide with mechanical structures such as gears, driving other structures.

This ensures that the door will not be pried open by internal power or other electronic means.

It seems that the more inner mechanical structure has been pushed into the appropriate position, and the motor is finally turned on.

Soon, Xiangshan heard a "rumbling" sound.

The heavy floodgates opened.

Climbed into the mountain.

Inside the gate is a relatively spacious space with a height of at least more than two meters. It was pitch black inside. Xiangshan quickly found the handle on the door. He closed the gate again.

Then, something lit up.

It was a power-on sound.

Xiang Shan turned around and saw many components glowing faintly in the darkness.

Then, after emitting a series of noises, a speaker played: "You are finally here."

Xiangshan frowned: "Who are you? The eighth Martial God's... backup? A fake personality mask?"

"Who I am is not important. What is important is who you are and what you are here to do." The voice said, "First of all, you can recognize the code. Right? Then, even if you are not Xiang Shan, He is also someone who knows Xiangshan very well."

"Only people with a certain level of synchronization with me can accept the crystallization of this technology. If the synchronization rate is too low, it will trigger a series of adverse reactions. So think clearly before answering - who are you?"

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