Chapter 337: Chapter 337

337: Chapter 177: I Laugh at the Heavens with My Sword in Hand 337: Chapter 177: I Laugh at the Heavens with My Sword in Hand Many years ago.

Borshu and his master were huddled in a pile of garbage.

The master’s Prosthetic Eye lit up again, indicating that he had activated active detection.

Nervously, Borshu asked, “How is it?”

The master shook his head, “The Mobile Cavalry is only two blocks away from here.

There’s also a war chariot team blocking the road ahead.

RX Pegasus is damn Metal-based Lightweight Prosthetic, without any effective means of Armor-Breaking.”

Borshu sighed, “I understand.

Let’s both rush out, one on each side.

Life and death are in the hands of fate.”

The master reached out and tapped Borshu on the head, “Heh, what’s the use of you rushing out?

You’re equipped with non-lethal weapons.

I’ll go first, you follow.”

“Don’t think too much.

Actually, bringing you along for the assassination was really my oversight.”

Borshu felt somewhat disheartened.

“Tsk, let me finish speaking.

I mean naive ambition, isn’t too bad either.

Maybe it’s also a path,” said the master, “If you aspire to maintain peace, then go for it, there’s nothing wrong with that.

It was my mistake to ask for your help in the assassination.

‘Reestablishing order’…

well, that ideal is just a bit outdated perhaps.

If you were a Hero during the era of the Fourth Martial God, maybe you would have been more fitting than I.”

Saying this, the man stood up.

“Disciple, from now on, we go our separate ways.”

That day, Borshu saw a meteor flashing across the earth.

He thought it was a sight he would remember for the rest of his life.

He thought he would never forget it.

But over the past year, this memory, shimmering with brilliance, had been drowned out by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Borshu felt he might have only recently remembered it—specifically, in the brief moment he faced the muzzle of a Houndhawk.

Perhaps it was the vigorous and progressive will within his memories of the Martial Ancestors that recalled this past memory.

Perhaps it was due to that troublesome woman.

Or perhaps it was because the current circumstances resembled those of the past.

Whatever the reason, Borshu remembered it while facing the bullets.

This was an Armor-Piercing Bullet.

The bullet would realistically impact Borshu’s forehead.

Once its kinetic energy was released onto his head, the biological tissue would suffer irreversible damage.

He couldn’t dodge it.

Having launched himself using his tail, Borshu no longer had the strength to change his posture.

With a thought, the flash-bang on his shoulder armor went off.

This sort of standard non-lethal weapon was rarely seen on the battlefield.

Prosthetic Eyes, unlike human eyes, cannot be permanently blinded.

Prosthetic Eyes without safety locks might emit currents that irritate the neurons under bright light, but most just need a brief moment to readjust exposure and focus.

However, the sudden flash instinctively made the Mobile Cavalry think of “defense.”

This distraction caused a momentary shift in their punches.

The bullet hit Borshu.

His body spun in the air like a windmill.

But his tail and feet firmly clutched the enemy as he spun away.

He could no longer think.

Only the strong damage resistance brought by his Metal-based cells temporarily preserved some neuron activity.

In ten minutes, these nerve cells would also die, and the biological electricity between the brain neurons would vanish forever.

But that was no longer required.

Borshu’s Prosthetic Body, following the preset command, began to contract, performing a joint lock based on the prosthetic design.

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The Mobile Cavalry screamed, trying to break free.

But he was surprised to find that this enemy’s strength was much greater than he imagined…

The Mobile Cavalry felt an overwhelming sound emanating from within this guy’s body.

Even the wrap around his tail had slight vibrations of microfiber breakage.

—This guy… security protocol…

“Restrictions” left by Xiang Shan would cause Borshu’s prosthetic to self-destruct when it acted abnormally.

This process would unlock the hardware’s security protocol.

At the same time, another curse would block the brain’s commands to the hardware.

Both combined would result in a sure-kill situation.

This curse had already been disabled by Yuki.

In his last moments, Borshu decisively used his Inner Strength to impact the restrictions left by Xiang Shan.

Upon detecting an unauthorized modification, the preset mechanism would automatically release the security protocol, operating the Prosthetic Body at a self-destructive power output.

Of course, under normal circumstances, this was unnecessary.

At best, this would only allow the Prosthetic Body’s output to be slightly more than 10 percent higher than usual but would cause the overall structure to collapse.

Had this been in a normal environment, Borshu’s Prosthetic Body might have locked down the Mobile Cavalry for a few seconds.

Afterward, his prosthetic would have self-destructed and lost power.

However, this was in a shallow part of a cave, near the entrance.

The oxygen content was not low.

And also… there was Metal Heat Agent in the air that could burn.

Borshu could no longer think normally.

This was just a remnant thought of his.

A burst of static came from the synthesizer.

He must have wanted to say something.

The brain, incapable of thought now, had just barely extracted some fragments from his brain activity before he was shot.

the bold words left by the meteor that rushed toward the enemy.

Yuki, who was dragging Yuan Wenren out of the range of the aerosol, seemed to hear a voice behind him.

He turned his head, only to see a large ball of flames.

His hair was ignited by the heat wave.

Yuki rolled on the ground a few times, extinguishing the flames on his body.

But he did not stand up; instead, he knelt on the ground, propping himself up with his fists.

Xiang Shan felt a series of noises mixing into his consciousness.

“What’s happening…” Suddenly, he felt a sense of palpitation.

Xiang Shan recalled an old legend that said the white noise in your brain when you run your internal strength are the electronic signals of the dead.

Xiang Shan obviously knew it was just a cyber ghost story— even the theme of the science fiction novel he wrote when he was young.

But the imagination granted by the evolution of Homo sapiens startled him.

That old geezer just now?

—Or was it those friends of mine from the past?

Have any of them died out there?

It’s normal for anyone to die in this battle by now.

But in the dark, Xiang Shan began to doubt himself.

Right now, Xiang Shan was heading toward the direction indicated by the last clue.

In his field of view, there was a sloping line on the rock wall, pointing towards a spot at the bottom of the valley.

After he had fallen earlier, an unfamiliar old man had saved him.

After some conversation, the old man learned that he was searching for the legacy of the Eighth Martial God.

Then, there was movement at the falling rock area.

The two disciples of King Aqini and some others cautiously had a small number of subordinates act independently off the network.

This was standard procedure to prevent an entire squad being wiped out by a master of internal strength.

Afterwards, the old man took off his own black robe and wrapped it around himself, then placed a camouflage net with small rocks over Xiang Shan.

The old man moved quickly away, claiming he was going to draw fire for Xiang Shan.

Xiang Shan could barely walk at this moment.

Malicious codes infested every corner of the Great Cycle of Internal Strength.

He was using his biological brain to re-output the correct codes, overwriting those incorrect parts, while reinstalling the parts beyond saving.

He was gradually regaining his strength.

But because many components and protocols were inoperative, he could only maintain basic walking, and even then, he stumbled, having to use the rock wall for support to stabilize himself.

He continued to walk forward .

While doubting his own decisions.

Before descending, he had told Yuan Wenren and Yuki to “be prepared,” but was it really worth it?

Was the legacy of the Eighth Martial God really worth such a great sacrifice?

It was nothing more than his failed imitation…

Based solely on Hartman’s judgement…

Xiang Shan finally arrived at the end of the extended line.

There was a narrow opening, just about a meter high, almost hidden in the shadows.

In such an underground canyon, such a small cave was completely inconspicuous.

Inside was a metal gate.

The gate was even larger than the outside opening, perhaps it had been disassembled, brought into the cave, and reassembled.

There was an obvious cover on the iron gate.

Xiang Shan lifted the plastic cover to find, surprisingly, there was a keypad underneath.

Numbers 0-9, plus an enter.

Xiang Shan looked around quickly and once again spotted traces of that special QR code.

It was still a simple problem of analytic geometry.

Xiang Shan quickly obtained a set of data.

He typed on the keypad.

Unexpectedly, the keypad seemed to be purely mechanical in structure.

It seemed somewhat degraded and Xiang Shan had to exert some effort to press down.

The keys seemed to collide with gears or similar mechanical structures, driving other parts.

This ensured the gate couldn’t be opened by internal strength or other electronic means.

It seemed that deeper mechanical structures were pushed into the correct positions, and finally the motor started.

Soon, Xiang Shan heard a “rumbling” sound.

The thick gate opened.

Xiang Shan crawled in.

Inside was a relatively spacious area, at least two meters high, pitch black.

Xiang Shan quickly found the handle on the door.

He re-closed the gate.

Then, something lit up.

It was a startup sound.

Xiang Shan turned around, seeing numerous components glowing faintly in the darkness.

Then a speaker, after emitting a series of static noises, played, “You’ve finally arrived.”

Xiang Shan frowned, “Who are you?

The Eighth Martial God’s…

A pseudo-personality mask?”

“Who I am is not important, what’s important is who you are, and what you’re here to do,” the voice said, “Firstly, you can recognize the code, right?

So, if you aren’t Xiang Shan, you must be someone who knows Xiang Shan very well.”

“Only those whose synchronization rate with me reaches a certain level can inherit this technological gem.

If the synchronization rate is too low, it will instead trigger a series of adverse reactions.

So think carefully before you answer—who are you?”