Indescribable cyberpunk

When Zhu Jue woke up again, there was no light in the sky.

To be precise, the last dark period before dawn.

His coma did not last long, only half an hour.

"Ahem. Vomit~"

His mind was still filled with dizziness and nausea. He reluctantly stood up and leaned against the tree stump next to him to sort out the current situation.

First, he glanced at the place where the monster's body was. It was empty. The guy was not dead after all, or he was revived by the power he saw before.

Zhu Jue temporarily gave up thinking about that dark cloud, not wanting to burden his spirit, which was already close to its limit.

Realizing that his trip this time was probably in vain, he punched the top of the tree stump next to him with some annoyance.

Kara~

The sound of shattering sounded immediately. Zhu Jue stopped his fist and looked sideways with some confusion.

There was a 2-inch thick punch mark on the surface of the stump.

What Zhu Jue cares about is not the fist mark itself, because with his current strength, it is easy to smash the tree stump, let alone a fist mark.

The key is that he didn't deliberately mobilize his power when punching, but just punched randomly. He usually used this level of power when fighting with Wu Tong, but he punched deeply on such a thick wooden stake. Deep fist print.

Wu Tong is made of steel?

Obviously not.

There is only one explanation, Zhu Jue's own strength has increased!

"Why is this happening?"

Zhu Jue is not a heartless person, and there must be a reason for the increase in strength. However, he did not eat the new evolutionary meat, and was even beaten up by the monster.

Recalling the previous situation, he immediately thought of the shadows that were punched out of his body.

In fact, even he himself didn't know where those guys came from, but judging from their types, they seemed to be the mental pollution source monsters that he had swallowed, and they were extracted from his body by the monsters.

Force yourself to concentrate and gather your awareness.

Ouch~

It was still the little lynx with dark golden horns and some silvery gray in its hair. It appeared directly in Zhu Jue's arms, exactly like the one he saw in the snowfield.

Weak and almost pure!

Before tonight, it didn't look like this.

No one has more say on this than Zhu Jue.

Its physical state is actually more like the integration of the characteristics of various sources of mental pollution, and now, only the hair and sharp horns that symbolize the furbolg are left.

Zhu Jue had to think about what this meant.

"If it represents my consciousness, then the physical signs of the mental pollution source monsters that originally existed on it are undoubtedly the consciousness of those guys. They were whipped away by the tentacles before, so it should be said that they were extracted from my body. Why do I still have power left?"

When Zhu Jue entered the snowfield and saw the little lynx for the first time, he was mentally prepared, for example, to be directly knocked back to the original state, but this situation was obviously unexpected, and his strength increased instead of decreasing!

Good thing?

The faint feeling of discomfort in his body made Zhu Jue, who had just had this idea, kick the tree stump in great depression. The tree stump the size of a washbasin rose up from the ground and flew into the forest a few meters away.

As time went by, Zhu Jue became aware of the changes in various powers within his body.

This is definitely not good news.

He is sure of this!

Sitting on the broken wood next to him, Zhu Jue put his elbows on his thighs and his cheeks on his palms, and began to analyze himself.

Putting aside external forces such as Scavenger and Mikazuki Tachi, Zhu Jue's power generally comes from three aspects:

The first is the power of mental pollution monsters, which can be said to account for 95% of the total strength. Zhu Jue's current combat effectiveness is almost entirely due to the power of the mental pollution monsters he has devoured.

The second is that Zhu Jue's power as a human being is only less than 1%, because his body has actually collapsed long ago. Without the support of the furbolg, he would have died long ago.

The third is Zhu Jue's own spiritual power that he realized from the power of the monster that is the source of mental pollution, which is the little bobcat currently lying in his arms and smacking his lips, accounting for about 4%.

Which of these three powers does Zhu Jue like best?

Naturally, he realized it himself, and the little lynx was born from the condensation of his consciousness, because other powers do not belong to him in a strict sense!

The restlessness in my body now is the best proof!

The first part of the power in Zhu Jue's body is indeed powerful, but after all, he obtained it by devouring the flesh from the source of mental pollution. Most of it is a power that can be used easily. This is different from the machines from the federal government or Yuanfan Machinery Group. There is actually not much difference between the electronic brains and smart equipment on soldiers, except that their power levels are higher.

They surrendered because of Zhu Jue's power, so there is no difference in their normal use. At most, they will cause Zhu Jue a mental burden, and this is equivalent to those soldiers controlling those smart equipment through electronic brains. Most of the time, they are naturally easy to use. .

What if the electronic brain goes out of control?

Zhu Jue is facing this situation now.

Although Zhu Jue's personal will became pure because the will of the monsters that were the source of mental pollution was extracted, however, what the monster took away was only the will. The power he gained after devouring the evolved flesh was due to the physical body. Trapped and unable to be removed.

If Zhu Jue's will is strong enough, this will undoubtedly be a good thing for him, because he can completely control these forces, and they will eventually become his real power.

However, the reality is that Zhu Jue's will has not grown at all. He is just a little bobcat that is only two months old and likes to curl up in his arms for protection.

He knew that he couldn't expect more from it, such as becoming powerful and controlling everything overnight. That would be unreasonable.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Jue said to it before in the bitter wind and snow in the dreamland snowfield: "I will protect you."

This is a promise.

Just like when he found the wind chime on Fangdou Mountain.

The mechanical soldiers found that if their equipment was out of control, they could take it off or control it manually, but Zhu Jue's strength was unable to do this and lost the limitations of his original strong will.

They feel dissatisfied.

So the riots began.

Zhu Jue at this moment was the most powerful since he came to this world, but it was also the time when he was closest to collapse and destruction.

He didn't know how long his body could restrain those powers.

This is the countdown to his life.

"Flo, you owe me a big favor!"

Apart from this video that will definitely cause a sensation, Zhu Jue got nothing out of this journey. Now that he was involved in it, Zhu Jue got up and walked towards the village. Every step he took could leave footprints on the surface of the forest, just like on the moon. As if walking, take one step, and your body will automatically rise out of thin air. When you land again, you are already several meters away.

Zhu Jue was preparing to return to Yecheng as soon as possible. He didn't know how to solve his physical problems for the time being. He needed more time to think, although he didn't know how long he would have to think about.

Yet as he neared the village.

What you see is no longer those gloomy and obscure buildings, but a large sea of ​​​​fire

After being stunned in the corn field outside the village for about a minute, Zhu Jue started running towards the broadcast tower in the village. He remembered that Flo's goal was there.

Walking along the street, Zhu Jue passed by the square where he had stayed with the black-robed people before and found that there were a large number of broken corpses here.

They were stacked on top of each other, with blazing flames burning on their bodies. Needless to say, they must be other villagers in the village.

Thinking of the time bomb in his backpack, Zhu Jue quickly understood the whole story.

The people living in this village have been completely brainwashed by the cult, and their spirits have been polluted. A considerable number of people have become mutants who are the source of mental pollution. The remaining ones are probably not far from this state. Even if these people are killed by the Federation The government discovered that what was waiting for them might be death or some special experiments in the government laboratory.

Rather than letting them suffer between wakefulness and nightmares, it's better to give them a break now.

At least at this moment, they are still immersed in their own world.

Continuing to move forward, Zhu Jue soon arrived at the location of the broadcast tower.

As expected, the place was now a burning ruin. Zhu Jue tried calling Flo's name a few times, but there was no response.

In the end, what I saw were just a few characters placed with stones in the open space in front of the ruins.

"Thanks, what do you mean backpack?"

Zhu Jue looked at the two characters separated by a distance on the ground. The former word told him that Flo might have died in the fire with these people, but the latter word left him confused.

The throbbing pain in his body interrupted Zhu Jue's thinking. He could not stay here any longer.

Whatever Flo left behind was more important than solving the problems he was facing now.

After dawn, outside the valley.

It's still the same road.

A tired figure boarded the third-floor long-distance bus. Like other passengers, he found a seat by the window where there were fewer people around.

He just called Weird Studio to make sure it was safe and then hung up the communication.

Zhu Jue's face turned pale as a result of the constant colic in his body, but his expression remained calm.

Leaning against the window, looking at the receding scenery outside, Zhu Jue raised his hand and looked at the gray flesh in his palm.

It was lifeless flesh.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to the backpack in his arms.

Inside was a hand-bound book, a palm-sized booklet.

Zhu Jue found it when he retrieved his backpack last night. He probably put it in while Flo was guarding his backpack and weapon box when he broke into it alone at the observation station last night.

There are several black fonts on the cover of the book.

"The Book of Dekian"

This is the treasure that Flo once mentioned when talking to those cultists, and it is also the integration of the knowledge he gained in his dreams. Although he was tortured by those dreams and almost collapsed, he still faithfully recorded them. content, and found a suitable owner for them.

Zhu Jue left late at night.

Another group of people visited the villages deep in the valley.

Looking at the ruins everywhere, the man in the front wearing a robe embroidered with mysterious symbols pointed in the direction of the altar.

"Find it, and find them, at all costs!"

So he said.