The Puppeteer of Academy City

Seeing Bao Liang who was supposed to "die" suddenly speak, Ling Xingye sighed impatiently.

He flicked his fingers, and the sprite standing behind him suddenly activated, walked over, and the wrist knife popped out from his left hand.

"Ah, don't bother." Baoliang said, "Don't worry, I'm different from others, I will go on the road with peace of mind, and I won't engage in resurrection again."

"Really?" Ling Xingye finally responded, "But that's none of my business."

Since the summer vacation, Ling Xingye has met three "Yanshi" - Yanshijia, Yanshi. Wuya and Yanshi. Baoliang.

Although the first two were defeated by Ling Xingye, Baiyin Yao, and Hua Eryi, as far as Ling Xingye knew, they hadn't really "dead".

Multiple backups, dead but not dead are almost the common features of all advanced automatic puppets.

But Baoliang let out a long laugh: "Haha, life is like a play, life is like a play, why care about life and death? What's more, our automatic puppets don't have the word 'death'. They refuse to leave obediently, just because they haven't fulfilled their goals. .”

"So your goal has been accomplished?" Ling Xingye asked it with a hint of sarcasm, "Being defeated and torn apart—is this your goal?"

"Of course not," Bao Liang said, "My real goal is always to perform. Although it's not Ling Qianji, our last performance was exciting enough and exceeded my expectations. It was worth it!"

"Unfortunately, I can't see any interesting plots coming up..." Bao Liang said something similar to his last words, "Listen to Ling Xingye, this world is just a drama!"

Ling Xingye was not in the mood to continue listening to its emotion: "I didn't see that you were going to die."

"Haha, don't worry, don't worry. You won this stage duel, everything is yours!"

Ling Xingye thought it was talking about this "magic theater". But Baoliang's head split open suddenly, and a black wooden gear popped out from it, and it shot at the monster's chest with lightning speed.

With Ling Xingye's reaction speed, he didn't even have time to stop him.

The gear was like a piece of shrapnel, stuck firmly in the chest of the monster.

Shocked and angry, Ling Xingye manipulated the monster to fly up and kick Baoliang into the air, and cut him into pieces with dense silk threads.

As the last trace of the suspected liquid evaporated and dissipated, Ling Xingye finally felt a little relieved.

At this moment, an echo from the entire magic theater was heard.

"It's done... Now you are the real "Thousand Machines"... Are you ready to face the storm of Zhenye? Ling Xingye..."

The voice dissipated, and the last breath of "Variety Bright" also disappeared.

Ling Xingye looked around vigilantly, and finally there was nothing unusual.

At this time, Lu Xuyang, Misaka Mikoto and the others came back and announced that they had found official power and could begin to liberate the "audience".

Ling Xingye controlled the magic theater, spitting out the crowd little by little.

In the auditorium, the noisy cheers suddenly quieted down, and they were about to see the dawn, which made them a little unbelievable for a moment, for fear that this was just a dream of their own.

Someone yelled at Ling Xingye, as if asking to confirm something, but Ling Xingye was really in no mood to meddle in these nosy matters, so he simply left the theater and went to the roof of Bo Mingzuo to look at the starry sky.

-it is finally over?

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

The screen of the mobile phone has been cracked in the fierce battle, but it does not affect its basic functions.

Relying on memory, Ling Xingye pressed Kamijou Touma's number.

Fortunately, Kamijou Touma didn't lose his phone recently, and he didn't stop due to arrears.

The other party answered the phone quickly.

"Hello, hello? Can you hear it?" The signal was very unstable, Kamijou Touma's voice came intermittently, "We are at sea now, just entered the circle..."

"Oh, yes, you guys are going to deal with the Queen's Fleet." Ling Xingye suddenly remembered what Motoharu Tsuchimikado mentioned, "It seems that everything is going well?"

"Starry night, do you know?" Kamijou Touma's voice suddenly became louder, "That's right, we defeated the fleet commander and stopped this war!"

"Oh? Not bad!" Although he was not very interested, Ling Xingye still expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart. At least he didn't know how to stop a whole large fleet.

Kamijou Touma was very proud of Ling Xingye's praise, and hurriedly recounted the great achievements of tonight.

It turned out that there were experts familiar with the spiritual outfit of the "Queen of the Adriatic Sea" behind the scenes to provide technical guidance; and then there were Amakusa-style people who had various means and were good at sneaking operations to assist in the attack. They directly attacked the flagship and found the fleet commander-bishop Piaggio Poussoni.

The next thing is simple, "Fantasy Killer" is the best way to deal with this kind of enemy.

"And there's more," Kamijou Touma suddenly lowered his voice, whispering as if he was worried about being overheard, "I also saw Kazawa Hiroka and Lily from your school! They are as strong as angels ! Destroyed ten frigates in one go!"

"Lily?" Ling Xingye was a little surprised. Feng Zhan Binghua had expected it, but why was Lily Mezas involved?

But... the next time you want to discuss secrets, it's best not to use the phone, the signal is very likely to be tapped.

Ling Xingye shook his head, let's tell him about this kind of thing next time we meet face to face.

"Okay, I want to ask, is Index by your side?" Ling Xingye finally got to the point, "I have some questions to ask her."

The person on the other side let out an oh, and soon, the voice on the other side of the microphone was replaced by a girl's voice.

"You... hello? Touma, is it really enough to just talk like this?"

"Yeah, don't look at me, put the phone to your ear, just like you use a landline phone..."

"That's right, can you hear me, Sister Index?" Ling Xingye also complained silently, "I have some questions about the 'Original Code'."

"Yeah, no problem!" Index agreed, "As long as it doesn't involve taboo knowledge, I'm happy to explain it."

Ling Xingye was silent for a moment, and asked: "Then I'll say it directly—you once said that there are many forms of 'original scriptures'... Then, is there any 'original scriptures' in the form of humans?"

"Yes." Index's answer was very straightforward~www.wuxiaspot.com~The so-called original grimoires are actually knowledge and information in essence, as for the appearance, it is just a carrier of knowledge. In some tribal civilizations without writing, the knowledge of the original scriptures is passed on orally and stored in people's memory. "

"Another example is me—" Index patted her chest, "I have recorded the information and knowledge of 13,000 books of grimoires in my mind, so in the eyes of churches and magicians, I am It can also be regarded as an 'original book' in itself!"

"Okay, I understand." Ling Xingye said, "Thank you for your advice."

Hanging up the phone, Ling Xingye fell into deep thought.

—Since my second personality is "Thousands of Machines"... Then, who wrote the content of the original script into my memory?

— Or, since when did I bear the original text of "A Thousand Machines Transformation"?

Two girls appeared in Ling Xingye's mind - the two people he trusted the most.

"Hitomi... Sister Yang..."

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