Chapter 349: Chapter 349
349: Chapter 129 Persona 349: Chapter 129 Persona The “QR Code Array” of the Eighth Martial God is essentially a signpost.
It can help people quickly find their targets inside the maze.
However, when the opponent has the resources to search the entire maze carpet-style, the significance of this marker diminishes significantly.
The concussed Mobile Cavalry quickly found an iron gate with the aid of small drones.
The reconnaissance Mobile Cavalry spoke with a grave tone, “There are very fresh traces.
The Hero has already gone in.”
“No need to panic,” C·Shivaji-21 said, enduring the pain from the concussion.
“Computers cannot use Inner Strength” is common knowledge.
No matter what the Eighth Martial God left behind—be it Cultivation Techniques, technologies, or potions—none could instantly enhance an individual’s Inner Strength.
That Hero of the Turing Lineage has slightly weaker Inner Strength than him; he couldn’t turn the tide.
Certainly, that Hero’s external strength was also unreasonably strong, not like the records of those Turing Disciples executed by the government.
However, the recent Inner Strength clash had effectively limited that guy’s control over his Prosthetic Body.
Even this disciple of King Aqini needed some time to reboot some systems, let alone someone from the Turing Lineage.
The group quickly blasted an opening with a small charge of explosives, and the iron door was exposed to everyone.
The leading Mobile Cavalry tapped several times then shook his head, “Metal concrete, mixed with an amorphous material that absorbs vibrations.
It’s a bit tricky to deal with.”
“Metal concrete” is a special kind of panel.
It is composed of one or more high-toughness alloys as the framework, filled with several types of high-hardness metals, and can even incorporate amorphous materials.
The cross-sectional structure of this panel resembles concrete, hence the name.
Of course, this thing isn’t poured but is instead cast through 3D printing using various powdery metals.
The absolute strength of “metal concrete” isn’t actually very high.
At the same thickness, it is weaker than the usual armor, and so it is rarely used.
But in situations where “thickness could be increased,” it’s really strong.
This material is tough for high-frequency vibration cutters to handle.
C·Shivaji-21 quickly checked the locking mechanism.
A purely mechanical lock, it was unhackable, and there was no way to disable it.
If it were possible to use a probe to move the gears, C·Shivaji-21 could hack it using the logic of a Difference Engine, but there was indeed no such device at hand—and this lock might not even be a Difference Engine structure.
The guy who just went in seemed very careful, leaving similar traces on all buttons, making it impossible to deduce the password quickly.
After pondering for a few seconds, C·Shivaji-21 said, “We don’t know the situation inside the mountain…
use a Sonicon Blade to dig a path first.”
By switching between several frequencies, the Sonicon Blade can also gradually break through this material—aft er all, this technology is also from decades ago.
A Mobile Cavalry placed a small detection device on the door, and after a few seconds, he gently touched the door with his blade.
The crack grew quickly.
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The Mobile Cavalry added another slash at the edge of the crack.
This time, the crack grew a few centimeters.
But it extended narrowly several centimeters inward.
Another Mobile Cavalry hurried over, using a hydraulic device to insert a wedge-like object into the crack, prying it open to expose the internal structure.
Then, the Mobile Cavalry wielding the Sonicon Blade continued his previous actions.
A crack about thirty centimeters long gradually took shape.
According to plan, this crack would progress diagonally.
Once it reached a certain depth, they could determine the exact structure of the metal door and then blast it open with an appropriately calculated charge.
C·Shivaji-21’s gaze turned to the captured Trace.
Many devices had been lost in the recent battle, and contact with other squads had been lost; it was unknown how those squads were faring now.
They hadn’t directly removed the Biological Brain of this Burrow Dragon Elder.
He carefully searched the Burrow Dragon’s stored memories.
Strangely, this place was marked on the map as “a low-value area with certain traps,” and it seemed the old guy also really thought so.
So this is why the secret of the Eighth Martial God hasn’t been discovered for decades?
Even the guardian of this secret doesn’t know?”
As C·Shivaji-21 contemplated, an accident occurred.
A violent explosion suddenly erupted.
From the slit on the door, several bright lights burst out.
The Mobile Cavalry holding the Sonicon Blade was instantly flipped over, even his External Armor directly damaged.
C·Shivaji-21 was swept off his feet by the Blast Wind and rolled on the ground, asking, “Information!
A Mobile Cavalry immediately reported.
Just then, the door had exploded without warning.
Metal jets sprayed out from within the cut, flipping the working Mobile Cavalry.
[This thing is probably meant to defend against high-frequency cutting.
When this door was created, Sonicon Blade technology had not yet been applied.
This type of metal concrete, mixed with directional explosive charges, would detonate upon contact with oxygen, high temperatures, or vibration during high-frequency blade cutting.
However, the Sonicon Blade is more advanced.
Before it could reach the explosive, the Sonicon Blade’s edge had already grown, so the final force of the metal jet was dispersed and not as powerful.]
This was the detailed report.
This seemed to be just the beginning.
Following that, a series of noises came from within the metal door, and then the sound penetrated deep into the rock.
[Retreat!] C·Shivaji-21 issued the command and quickly exited the entrance.
A series of cliff faces suddenly collapsed, as if to rebury the cave once again.
The controlled Old Hammer let out a wretched laugh, “Ha ha ha…
Shivaji-21 scanned his surface thoughts, hoping to see what he had understood.
But Old Hammer directly output text content.
[Although I have forgotten, this is my handiwork ah!
though I have forgotten.
But, I am fighting right here!]
This level of falling rock wasn’t much of a problem for an elite Mobile Cavalry squad.
They deftly dodged some of the dangerous falling rocks and used close-range personal missiles to blast away the overly large rocks.
“It seems this thing has an entire self-destruction mechanism.” Looking at the iron door that was still making noise, C.
Shivaji-21’s tone was sinister, “I want to see how much ‘fighting power’ ‘you’ have.”
Xiang Shan was awakened by the violent shaking.
He didn’t have normal tactile sensation, but various sensors were issuing frantic alarms.
His Prosthetic Body had been reinstalled.
His consciousness returned to reality, but his thoughts seemed to still linger decades past.
the anticipation of a dying man.
He traveled from the era of seven defeats at the hands of Martial God to the era of eleven defeats.
With a “clang,” a stone fell from the dome and hit his head.
Xiang Shan could hardly tell reality from illusion.
He knelt on the ground, looked up, and discovered the sealed stone chamber had changed drastically.
There was a huge crack on the wall, and flames were pouring in from the outside.
A shadow was cast upon him.
It was that little spice jar.
Through the crack, he saw the scene inside.
He saw servers, he saw storage devices.
[Blow this place open!
Use the minimum yield!
Try not to cause damage!]
A fierce Blast Wind mixed with debris hit him.
Xiang Shan was flipped over, retreating backward, toppling a row of instruments.
The blaze appeared almost simultaneously.
“No…” Xiang Shan exclaimed in horror.
This was the Eighth Martial God…
I have completed my mission.” Inside the loudspeaker, that synthesized voice sounded again.
Perhaps its sound card was burning, so the tone began to deteriorate.
“It has been almost a hundred years, I thought I would never wait for the next me to surpass me.” The AI spoke thus.
“Just embracing purity will not ignite the flames of rebellion.
If you only see the Abyss, you will lose the sole Angel above it, and be isolated once more.
If ‘I’ cannot face it, what is there to say about ‘all of humanity’?”
Xiang Shan pressed his forehead, “Yes…
although I understand ‘the need to compromise,’ I have never truly found the right way to do so; although I know there are Angels above the Abyss, I have never hoped for an Angel to reach out to me.
When gazing into the Abyss, I have already been devoured by it.”
“It has always been me who disparaged the will to resist.
Even though I speak of standing on the public’s side, of awakening the masses, a deep dissection of the spirit reveals a touch of arrogance in my heart—thinking ‘their spirit can be used.’ I do not acknowledge a savior in the world, yet I can’t let go of my longing for the sun.”
The explosion happened again.
The ground shook, and rocks began to fall steadily.
Within the flames, the Rebels stood up once more.
The AI said, “Crossing over pure faith, giving up baseless arrogance, only then can the ‘soul of the Rebels’ reach its destination.”
“You are me…” Xiang Shan softly said; “No, I am you.
As he said this, the hidden projection equipment turned on.
This seemed to be a preset ceremony.
Normally these devices would project a humanoid silhouette behind Xiang Shan—a “congratulation” left by the Eighth Martial God according to “Xiang Shan” or “Zhu Xinyu’s” preference.
But the flames had already consumed part of the devices.
Behind Xiang Shan, there were only mottled patches of color and a blurred figure.
This was the rebirth of the Martial God.
“I am thee, and thou art me…” Along with the voice that had deteriorated to the point of being nearly inaudible, the humanoid figure behind Xiang Shan opened its arms, as if to embrace something, “Now…
“Ah…” Xiang Shan raised his head.
As the smoke and dust dispersed, the shapes of the Mobile Cavalry began to emerge.
Xiang Shan extended his left hand, palm facing outwards, shielding his Prosthetic Eye with his hand.
His gaze pierced through the gaps between his fingers, targeting C.
Shivaji-21 knew this was the pose commonly used by Martial Artists to perform the technique of witnessing.
The hand in this position could precisely block attacks aimed at the Prosthetic Eye.
But he was not afraid.
There wasn’t anything remarkable about this Inner practitioner from the Turing Lineage.
He spurred his Inner Strength and directly countered the pressure.
In the midst of the dust, he heard a suppressed to bursting shout: “Pe…r…so…na!”