Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Meteor was knocked unconscious by Zhuang Xuteng, and he did not insert an infusion tube and inject anesthetics and nutritional supplements into his body like Dr. Sen did. A few hours later, she woke up with a start. I still feel very uncomfortable all over my body, and I don't know whether to scratch or cry or laugh. The withdrawal reaction is still there, but it is slightly less severe than before, and I am no longer crying to death.

"Changed the scene?" Liuxing saw Zhuang Xuteng first, and was moved by his smile for a moment, and really wanted to believe that he was back. Then she saw Dr. Sen on the bed in the corner. The tubes and machines looked hideous and terrifying, which made her feel chilly in her heart.

"You are addicted to Safety Blue and have a withdrawal reaction. You are a little out of control mentally and physically, so I brought you to this clinic." Zhuang Xuteng said: "The person lying over there is the only doctor in the clinic. He gives you He received treatment. I couldn’t let the company find out, so I had to knock him out and let him sleep peacefully for a few days.”

"The story is very reasonable." Meteor clenched his fists and twisted his body vigorously, always frowning. "I do feel very uncomfortable. Is this part of the torture?"

Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said: "As long as you don't want to believe it, there will always be a way to distort what you see and what you think. Meteor, keep on living, things will turn around and life will get better. "

"Can you bring my mother back to life?"

"I can't do it." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said, "It's just a coincidence that I can be resurrected. I can't resurrect others. I understand that you are at a low point now and are suffering from the influence of Safe Blue addiction, so your thoughts are inevitably negative. I will wait patiently for you to recover, and I will also create the environment and conditions for you to recover.”

"You'd better give me the Dream Mist Machine and Safety Blue. I really don't want to hear your nagging anymore."

Zhuang Xuteng frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Liu Xing, I would like to ask you to help me check the news about Morgana and Ge Gongdao. Has the company made it clear..."

"They are dead, you should know this!" Meteor held his lowered head in his hands and said in a low voice: "Anyone who has anything to do with Naike will die. The company has issued a kill order. I also know that the company has a plan to The person who killed Naike made a commendation and spent a lot of money to appease the descendants of the temple. "

"You...are you telling the truth?"

Meteor suddenly raised his head and shouted to Zhuang Xuteng hysterically: "What do you want to know? I don't have the ability to invade the company's internal network without being discovered. This is the only information I collected from the peripheral network. If you Really, Naike should accept the fact that they are all dead! If they are still alive, the company will not spend money to appease the temple family, and the others will not show up. Can you live? Give me a reason! Aren’t you very smart?”

"You're tired, rest." Zhuang Xuteng waved his knife and accurately knocked out Meteor. He closed his eyes and held his hands on the wall to overcome the waves of dizziness that kept overflowing in his head.

Every word of Meteor fell heavily on Zhuang Xuteng's heart, and deep in his heart, the same thought was always there, but he was forcibly suppressing it. This thought is like a scar that always hurts and bleeds when you tear it open. It took Zhuang Xuteng a while to force himself to regain his composure. Then he looked at Meteor with cold eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Go to sleep. I hope that when you wake up, the world will be better. I will treat you then."

The Hope Clinic is a hospice clinic, and the warehouse here houses dream fog machines and some safety blue stock. Zhuang Xuteng took out the dream fog machine, put it on the heads of Dr. Sen and Meteor, and adjusted a lower dose for them. After getting the safety blue, Meteor's condition stabilized visibly, so she would have a chance to persevere in the next few days.

Zhuang Xuteng summoned three vengeful spirit servants and a sick lady, asking them to be on guard in the Hope Clinic and to keep an eye on the conditions of Dr. Sen and Meteor. He took off his coat, went bare-chested, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He has completed the integration of the sensory tentacles and the computing power network, and successfully found an energy source for the sensory tentacles from the environment, so it is time to make the next step.

He called it "no one was spared."

Sensing Tentacle is a compound spell. Structurally speaking, it connects the vengeful spirit servant at the end of a vengeful spirit tentacle that is as long as possible, and then lays vengeful spirit jelly around the vengeful spirit servant, thus forming a long-distance detection system. A “detector” of capabilities. The ability to perceive the environment comes from the Wraith Jelly, and the function of absorbing resentment and shadow energy comes from the Wraith Tentacles. The Wraith Servant plays the role of a remote spell core. Various control functions and spell functions are written on the structure of the Servant. Give it the ability to handle new situations independently.

Zhuang Xuteng improved the autonomy of the servants of the resentful spirits, allowing them to continuously copy their own spell structures, which is also a very dangerous practice in necromancy. The Lich Master had warned Zhuang Xuteng that if the spell was out of control, it would be difficult to limit the abilities of these vengeful servants. They could do anything. He suggested that the energy source of the servants of the resentful spirit must be completely controlled, or what they can do must be extremely strictly limited, if Zhuang Xuteng still cares about the world.

Zhuang Xuteng still cares about the world, but he can accept any ending. Although the hope in my heart has not disappeared, the delusion to verify the hope before taking any action has disappeared. Meteor is right. At the moment, there is no way to enter and spy on the company's internal network without alerting the company. It is also impossible to find out the whereabouts of Morgana and others through tongue grabbing and torture. Anzu is directly responsible for the actions against him. There may be many people who truly understand the overall situation, but Zhuang Xuteng only knows Anzu. It was impossible for him to catch Anzu and ask, "What did you do to Morgana and the others?"

In fact, there was no need to ask, he could imagine Anzu's answer. Anzu would definitely laugh at him first, and then repeat what he said before: "They were all executed by my order, and then completely burned to ashes, just like you."

In his dream, Zhuang Xuteng fantasized about finding Morgana and others first, rescuing them, and then burning the company to ashes together. But if you have this dream too much, it will delay important things. Every second Zhuang Xuteng is in Peicheng increases his chance of being discovered and reduces the possibility of destroying the company. Zhuang Xuteng had already lost an opportunity, and he was not prepared to lose this one.

The sensory tentacle connected to the nearest public work point, and Zhuang Xuteng immediately transferred its mana to the staff at the work point and the "Shadow Cong Atmosphere". The second step in the transformation of the spell is to write instructions for it so that each tentacle becomes a channel for transferring resentment.

As long as a shadow slave device is used, side effects must occur and be endured; everyone has an upper limit for the shadow slave side effects; every shadow slave device will eventually be destroyed due to the accumulation of resentment. So Zhuang Xuteng thought of a way to collect everyone's grievances and channel them to certain people. The higher the usage rate of the Shadow Servant, the faster and the greater the total amount of side effects and resentment accumulated.

If everyone in the world were equally distributed shadow slave equipment and bore the side effects of shadow slaves equally, then this trick would be useless and just a futile transfer. If some people have far more shadow-slaking devices than others, then they will collectively bear the side effects of shadow-slaking produced by a large population.

This is consistent with one indicator: transformation rate. Zhuang Xuteng is not a social statistician, let alone masters the actuarial techniques of insurance companies. He estimated the effects of this influence transfer based on his circle of friends. Ten percent of the people have mastered 90% of the shadow slave equipment. After the side effects are transferred, people with a transformation rate of more than 15% will die as a result.

Zhuang Xuteng still remembered that Elizabeth Xiao had scanned him. While using the Thousand Eyes Cloak to block the high-speed and high-burst implants and the Eye of Kaho, his transformation rate exceeded 15%. Therefore it is also within the attack range. Taking him as a standard, except for those who do cleaning, cleaning and basic paperwork at the lowest level, anyone in the company who has some fighting ability is within the scope of attack.

The function of conveying resentment is ready-made, but the complete function also needs to be able to identify the energy and resentment of the shadow, so the eyes of shadow must also be added to the servant of the resentment. Eye of Shadow is the first shadow follower spell that Zhuang Xuteng learned. It can be said to be the foundation of the foundation. It is so familiar that it has become his instinct. It only took Zhuang Xuteng three hours to complete the transformation of this part of the spell, allowing both sensing tentacles to have eyes of shadow.

Next, there are three tasks to set up the servants of resentful spirits: copying themselves, searching and identifying targets, and transferring resentment. With all social and public work points as the core, covering a four-kilometer radius, all cities - including satellite cities - are within Zhuang Xuteng's attack range. If there is a Shadow Realm passage near a certain social public work point, the sensory tentacles can also go deep into it and attack the mine on the other side. This kind of attack range should be enough...

The more powerful a person is, the more they will become a target and bear the greatest proportion of resentment attacks. Master Lich has made detailed calculations about the spell designed by Zhuang Xuteng. He believes that the higher the transformation rate, the sooner he will die. The resentment it can provide can also feed back spells, so the entire attack chain is very reasonable.

After Zhuang Xuteng was resurrected, he had no shadow slave device or implant. He was much weaker than before, with only about 70% of his combat power left, but he happened to be outside the attack range of his own spell. Assuming that the company still has the remaining strength, Zhuang Xuteng is confident that he can deal with them. To put it more bluntly: without the support of the team, without the entire company mobilizing power to suppress Zhuang Xuteng, even if Anzu is resurrected, how can he be able to fight Zhuang Xuteng head-on if he is alone? As many times as he can be resurrected, Zhuang Xuteng can kill him as many times as possible. Zhuang Xuteng is an assassin, an assassin, an assassin who is good at sneaky assassinations...

He carefully adjusted the spell and checked again and again not to leave any problems, for fear that the whole world would be destroyed if the spell was released. Once the spell is cast, it will continue to operate on its own until the source of the spell's energy is exhausted.

It took a day to adjust the function and a day and a half of testing. I am convinced that this spell can correctly identify the attack target and the source of resentment, and can attack multiple targets with high efficiency. One Wraith Servant can track and attack six targets at the same time. If you want to increase the number, you must provide more "intelligence". It was dangerous to give intelligence to the undead. Zhuang Xuteng didn't want this spell to have the ability to adjust and evolve, so he locked up the intelligence and "six targets."

On the fourth day after Dr. Sen was forced to sleep, Zhuang Xuteng added the self-replication function to the spell. After the simple experiment was successful, he released it. He knew very well that if this spell was successful, it would kill many people, numbering in the millions. The four major companies will be completely purged, followed by a great disruption to the production order, and the number of incidental deaths may be counted in the tens of millions.

Zhuang Xuteng knew these facts very well, but he didn't feel fear or pity at all. Whenever he thought that his family and brothers were gone, and that he could see the pitiful shooting star on the hospital bed without turning his head, he lost all compassion.

He has no mercy, just like the company.

A sensory tentacle, identical to the original one, extends from the nearby social work point. Then, the two of them start to execute the copy command and explore, and they will become more and more. Zhuang Xuteng left his consciousness in the computing power network and used a sensory tentacle completely controlled by himself to conduct investigations. Just as he didn't grieve for the dead, he didn't get a moment excited about being able to create new spells.

He is like an emotionless bystander, watching his own resentment spread in the computing network. The entire computing power network is like half a spider web. It is full of various work points, connecting tens of millions of computing workers around the world. The computing power provided by workers and the shadow energy formed by their minds and bodies travel through the network and converge into thousands of nodes, just like countless small fibers gathered and tangled into a thick rope. The rope glowed and entered a huge point of light.

In fact, there are no light points. They are just projections of several computing power distribution centers in the virtual world, and then Zhuang Xuteng's observation and imagination abilities gave them a simple image. Zhuang Xuteng is very self-aware. He is not an intelligence spy and can easily trigger an alarm, so he does not dare to approach the computing power distribution center. But he found that his sensory tentacles penetrated easily and seemed to have no effect, so he became a little curious.

"Even if I die now, it will not affect the operation of the spell. Besides, just sensing the tentacles passing by will not directly harm me."

So he adjusted the direction of his sensing tentacles and stretched out toward the brightest point of light, and then he passed without any hindrance. On the other side of the light spot, there is a network that is far larger than this side, a dimmer and larger spider web. He randomly picked a node, let the sensing tentacles stretch out from there, and then saw an assembly line for assembling the Dream Mist Machine.

He came out of the execution puppet, and he was observing a factory dominated by execution puppets.

This is not too unexpected. Originally, this computing power network was used to execute puppets. But he really didn't expect that there was no barrier between the provider and the user, and his spell penetrated easily and casually. Zhuang Xuteng gave it a try. He could even disguise himself as a computing power command and give orders to the execution puppet in a method similar to zombie control. However, the puppets on the production line have all basic instructions written in advance and locked, and he cannot give innovative commands beyond the basic instructions.

"Forget it if you can't directly control it, anyway... hmm? Why another sensory tentacle?"

Zhuang Xuteng discovered that his sensory tentacles could also find energy sources on the side of the computing power network executing the puppet, and also started copying, which was completely beyond his expectation. Suddenly, he realized a serious problem...