Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"The images from the front are back!"

The mushroom cloud and the energy radiation from the shadows severely hindered all means of detection, and the company's top management completely lost sight of the battlefield. They urgently called in nearby satellites, and at the same time, let the computing power of the world converge to the intelligence center, constantly filtering out interference. In addition, the enhanced people and the execution puppets risked their lives to approach, and finally saw the images in the big pit through the eyes of the God Puppet.

Anzu was beaten into his final form by Zhuang Xuteng, and his combat effectiveness dropped significantly. Fortunately, his opponent dropped more and obviously had no strength to fight back. In the picture, Anzu swung his fist with ghost energy bombs and hit Zhuang Xuteng continuously. Zhuang Xuteng's bones looked quite hard, no less than some special alloy steels used for protection, but it could only prolong Zhuang Xuteng's pain and could not change the outcome.

"You are so powerful! You hurt me so badly!" Anzu waved his fist and cursed: "Equipment worth tens of billions of euros was blown up in one go, and some are out of print. Where do you want me to make up? Where do you want me to make up!"

How did Zhuang Xuteng know? Since the Disintegration Effect exploded, he couldn't understand what happened afterwards. First of all, why did it explode? The Disintegration Effect clearly crushed Anzu. How is Anzu still alive? How did he put himself together again? Is it some kind of shadow power? How many powers does Anzu have? How many times can he be resurrected...

There are too many questions, which means that Zhuang Xuteng lacked too much information before the battle and was not prepared at all. After all, the power of a person is limited, and he was suppressed by the company using the overall resources. In addition to intelligence, there are emotions, intelligence, support, and also the final battle. Anzu is indeed a powerful opponent, so he can ride on his own corpse and punch.

The feeling of death is very strange. Zhuang Xuteng has indeed lost his sense of touch, taste, smell and hearing, but he can still "see" the picture that Anzu outputs to the corpse on the ground. He suspected that he had become a ghost-like state, floating above the corpse, watching how the Lich Master appeared and mastered and destroyed everything. "I also have a second form, bastard!" He yelled at Anzu, but the sound of the shouting only existed in his own imagination and would not be transmitted as sound waves.

Anzu kept punching, and soon he smashed the alloy bones into powder, and then began to burn and destroy Zhuang Xuteng's flesh and blood. He vowed to completely destroy Zhuang Xuteng, and he did it. Zhuang Xuteng's body was repeatedly crushed and destroyed by the ghost energy bomb, completely losing its original form, and it was impossible to see that they had once been combined together to make a warrior's body.

The imagined scene of the Lich Master taking over the body and then using magic to solve Anzu and escape did not appear. Zhuang Xuteng's ghost disappeared when Anzu's fist destroyed his skull. Before he died, he was a little disappointed. Disappointed that the Lich Master broke his promise, disappointed that he failed, and disappointed that the world had lost hope.

I don't know how long it took, he woke up in the Hall of Seventy-two Plus Two Stone Pillars, and found himself sitting on the throne on the high platform. Looking down at himself, his body was naked, with flesh, skin and hair, which was no different from before his death. "Eh? Is it my turn to be imprisoned here when the Lich Master controls my body?" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. The feeling of his fingers and scalp was very familiar. It was the feeling of being alive.

He stood up and looked around. He was the only one in the hall, and there was no sign of the Lich Master. The air around him was a little cold, and the floor was even colder. He began to miss his clothes and shoes. "Is anyone there? Lich Master!" He shouted a few times, but only heard weaker and weaker echoes, and no answer.

"It seems that I have to wait here alone..." Zhuang Xuteng stretched hard and sat back in the throne. Although the black throne was made of some kind of stone, it emitted a little heat, which made people feel warm and comfortable, much better than the cold ground, and more suitable for Zhuang Xuteng who had no clothes to wear. He simply sat cross-legged, and then began to organize his thoughts, thinking about how he died and what was going on now.

"The Lich Master said that our two souls have a certain fusion phenomenon, so I stole part of his intelligence and supplemented his disabled brain... Excluding his habitual foul mouth, the fusion phenomenon should be there. So when I was outside, it squatted here; now that he is outside to control the situation, it is my turn to squat here. It is indeed only in this way that we can ensure that both souls are not lost."

"But when will the Lich Master come back? It's so boring here..." Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "I'm already dead, why don't you just absorb all my soul? Why give me the opportunity to recall those failures and losses? Have you killed Anzu? At least come back and tell me, it won't take a few minutes. I have already promised to give him the dominant power, and I will definitely not break my promise."

Zhuang Xuteng thought about it for a while, and his heart became more and more irritated. "This is a problem! I am not a skeleton, and I don't have the patience of the undead. It will make me crazy to be locked in a small dark room like this. No! I can't think, it's better to become a fool and empty my mind."

Although it is a soul state, it should be able to exercise, right? Zhuang Xuteng wiped his face, pressed his eyeballs with his fingers, and found that he had two eyeballs in his soul state. The right eye and the left eye were symmetrical, and they did not become empty because the Eye of Kaho was installed. His skin was the same as before, including old scars from childhood injuries and the marks of several major implant surgeries. "Every time I came in, I was busy asking the Lich Master to answer questions, and I never cared about my own condition. This imaginary body must be dysfunctional, right?"

Zhuang Xuteng opened his hand, and the resentful spirit tentacles and sensory tentacles stretched out as usual; when he turned his wrist down, the resentful spirit servant and the sick lady also appeared accurately in front of him, no different from before. "Hehe, the restoration effect of imagination is really good. Master Lich is right. Once you practice the spell, it will become instinctive and it will be effortless to cast it."

The magic ability is still there, but what about the others? Obviously, none of the functions of the Eye of Kaho can be activated, and the disintegration effect is extremely harmful to a spell-structured environment like the Stone Pillar Hall, and cannot be used here. Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment, raised his feet, and unleashed a high-speed burst.

He did rush out and stopped less than ten meters away, his whole body hurting terribly. The disintegration effect is not allowed here, so this high-speed explosion can only bear the impact with the physical body. Whether it is the tearing feeling caused by acceleration or the collision feeling caused by resistance and deceleration, it will really affect Zhuang Xuteng himself. Fortunately, he still remembered that the place here was small and he could only express his thoughts in short bursts, so as not to tear his body apart...

Eh? its not right! It's fine that imagination can imitate high speed and high bursts, but why does the body hurt so much? This body is also simulated by magic. It does not need to breathe, and will not be hungry or thirsty. This has been verified before - this body has never hurt...

Thinking of this, Zhuang Xuteng suddenly felt a little hungry and wanted to eat some steaming meat buns. He touched his belly, and besides hunger, the rest was filled with doubts. "What state am I in now? There's nothing to eat in the hall. Am I going to starve to death here? Hey, what's the smell?"

With the encouragement of his intestines and stomach, Zhuang Xuteng's nose became particularly sensitive, and he smelled a faint smell of food wafting in the air. What kind of food specifically? Can't tell for now. The smell was quite restrained, and Zhuang Xuteng only knew that it must contain starch.

Follow the scent and find it coming from the darkness behind the throne. Where Zhuang Xuteng stepped on his feet, the mist on the ground quickly receded, as if avoiding the plague, daring not to get close to him, let alone touch him. In the past, the Lich Master was like this. The mist would automatically make way for him. This was the first time Zhuang Xuteng enjoyed this kind of treatment. The doubts in his heart became more intense, and after walking for more than ten steps, he found that the front was blocked by an invisible wall, and there was no way.

"Uh... Why can't the sensory tentacles see or touch this thing? It just passed through..." Zhuang Xuteng stood on one leg and rubbed his painful toes with both hands. Just now he kicked it without any precautions and he wasn't wearing shoes, so of course it hurt. This time he reached out and carefully touched the "wall" in front of him.

The wall only stimulates his body's sense of touch and does not stimulate other senses at all. To the touch, it is warm but hard, with an extremely smooth surface. Zhuang Xuteng stroked upwards, wondering how high the wall was. Suddenly, his hands were empty and he fell forward.

The reaction speed of super-calculated martial arts allowed him to immediately take a small half-step, stand firm, and quickly adjust his center of gravity. This time he touches it again and the wall is still there, but after three seconds of touching it, the wall disappears.

"There are still secrets? There are still secrets!" Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment. He felt that he was dead anyway, so there was nothing to fear, so he touched the wall again and disappeared, and then plunged in.

The surrounding environment suddenly brightened, and the aroma of rice porridge filled Zhuang Xuteng's nose. He stopped suddenly and stood still, and found that he was stepping on an old wooden floor under his feet. Soft light penetrated from the high circular glass window, illuminating the small kitchen and dining room.

There was no fire on the stove made of bricks and mud, but the aluminum pot on it was boiling slowly, and the aroma of rice porridge wafted out from here. Zhuang Xuteng took a closer look. Isn't this an infinite rice porridge spoon? The one he took away before was a spoon. The spoon in front of him was larger, and there was still room for a fist to be stuffed into the depression. The large pot is placed on the stove, and underneath is a magic circle that continuously provides heat, so the porridge will boil slowly.

"Where is this?" Zhuang Xuteng looked around: As a kitchen and restaurant, the utensils here are all available, but there is no grain, vegetables or meat. The faucet was not connected to any pipes, but it kept dripping water, making a sputtering sound. Based on his position and posture, Zhuang Xuteng determined that he came out of the fireplace that doubled as a barbecue grill. He reached out and touched the inner wall of the fireplace. Sure enough, it felt like an absolutely smooth and warm wall again, rather than a stone structure visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, Master Lich, there is actually a cave! It turns out you can still enjoy life here!" Zhuang Xuteng found a big bowl and a spoon, filled himself a full bowl, and then took a look at the place while holding the porridge. He pushed the door open from the kitchen and faced a living room with a sofa, a sand table and a small bar. There is a steep staircase on one side of the room, and directly in front of Zhuang Xuteng is a double door decorated with mosaic light-transmitting windows.

The mosaics formed a lich's head, and the door was ajar and not locked. Zhuang Xuteng drank some porridge, pushed the door open, and was stunned. He found himself in the ruins town inside the Wall of Sighs, and he had just walked out of the lich master's wizard tower.

"Wait? This is not the imaginary world, but the shadow world? Damn, am I not dead?" Zhuang Xuteng looked at the porridge in his hand. The feeling of eating was extremely real, with both the joy of getting food and the resentment of the tastelessness of food... If this is true, it would be great; if this is false, it is too true, so it doesn't matter if it is true.

"No, how did I get here? I was indeed beaten to nothing by Anzu." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. He thought about it, and the best way to verify it was to take a look outside the Wall of Sighs. If the outside is the shadow world, then he must be a physical body; if he can't get out or the outside is the void, then he must be just a spiritual body.

He successfully got out, and then jumped back immediately, because there was a company's pioneering team not far away. Fortunately, he reacted and moved quickly, and the people in the company didn't notice it at all. Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. Too many things happened today, and he couldn't figure it out at all. He decided to stop and think again while eating.

First of all, it is certain that the fact that he didn't die must be related to the Lich Master. Zhuang Xuteng released his perception tentacles and searched all corners inside the Wall of Sighs, including the Mage Tower that originally prohibited him from entering, but he didn't find the Lich Master, so he couldn't ask him for an answer for the time being. Next, Zhuang Xuteng thought he should understand the physical and mental conditions and figure out what he is now.

Starting from checking his memory, Zhuang Xuteng tried to recall every year from his childhood to the present, digging out as many details as possible. He immediately found that his image memory was gone, the picture of the memory became very blurry, and the details were distorted and untrustworthy, but all the major events were remembered, and there was no obvious memory gap.

Well, the disappearance of image memory is an unusual thing. It may be mental trauma, it may be brain damage, or it may be that the Lich Master cannot restore this ability. After the memory check, Zhuang Xuteng began to check his body. He used his sensory tentacles to explore inside and found that he had two hearts, one large and one small, three lungs, two large and one small, and a little more spleen, stomach, and kidneys. If the human anatomy in his memory is correct, then he is probably not a human now, right?

The bones are human bones, not alloy bones that have been trained, but the nervous system is as developed as before, several times that of normal people, so the foundation of supercomputing martial arts is still there. The muscles are very strong, but there are no implants to strengthen them. Wait, Zhuang Xuteng found that there were no traces of implants in his legs either - except for the external traces caused by the surgery - so how did he achieve high speed and high burst in the stone pillar hall?

When he came outside, he started with the disintegration effect, and used high speed and high burst in a short series, and Zhuang Xuteng stepped into the air and stepped into the sky. He relaxed his body, fell freely, and used the levitation technique to change the vertical to horizontal when he was close to the ground, and then stopped with a series of small steps. Hiss, the soles of his feet were a little uncomfortable without shoes, and his crotch was chilly without clothes - except for these two points, he was basically the same as before.

The Lich Master clearly does not have the disintegration effect like him, let alone high-speed and high-explosion, so...

"I'm still alive!" Zhuang Xuteng still couldn't believe it, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it. "What does this mean for me?"