Gunfire, Punk & Necromancers

Chapter 662 Chapter 658 The Dao is Not Alone

“The images from the front are back!”

The mushroom cloud and the energy radiation from the shadows severely hampered all means of detection, and the company's top management completely lost sight of the battlefield. They urgently called in nearby satellites and gathered computing power from all over the world to the intelligence center to filter out interference. In addition, the enhanced humans and execution puppets risked their lives to approach, and finally saw the scene in the pit through the eyes of the God Puppet.

Anzu was beaten into his final form by Zhuang Xuteng, and his combat power dropped significantly. Fortunately, his opponent's power dropped even more, and he obviously had no strength left to fight back. In the picture, Anzu swung his fist that was condensed with ghost energy bullets and hit Zhuang Xuteng continuously. Zhuang Xuteng's bones looked quite hard, no less than some special alloy steels used for protection, but it could only prolong Zhuang Xuteng's pain and could not change the outcome.

"You're awesome! You've caused me so much trouble!" Anzu waved his fist and cursed, "Equipment worth tens of billions of euros was destroyed in one go, and some of it is out of print. Where do you want me to get the replacement? Where do I get the replacement?"

How did Zhuang Xuteng know? Ever since the Disintegration Effect exploded, he couldn't understand what happened afterwards. First of all, why did it explode? The Disintegration Effect had clearly crushed Anzu. How was Anzu still alive? How did he put himself together again? Was it some kind of shadow power? How many powers did Anzu have left? How many times could he be resurrected...

There were too many problems, which meant that Zhuang Xuteng was missing too much intelligence before the battle and was not prepared at all. After all, the power of one person is limited, and he was suppressed by the company using its overall resources. In addition to intelligence, there are emotions, intelligence, support, and also the final battle. Anzu is indeed a strong opponent, so he can punch while riding on his own corpse.

The feeling of death was very strange. Zhuang Xuteng had indeed lost his sense of touch, taste, smell and hearing, but he could still "see" the images that Anzu was outputting to the corpse on the ground. He suspected that he had turned into a ghost-like state, floating above the corpse, watching how the Lich Master appeared and mastered and destroyed everything. "I also have a second form, bastard!" He yelled at Anzu, but the sound of the shouting only existed in his own imagination and would not be transformed into sound waves and spread out.

Anzu continued to punch, and soon the alloy bones were crushed into powder, and then began to burn and destroy Zhuang Xuteng's flesh and internal organs. He vowed to completely destroy Zhuang Xuteng, and he did it. Zhuang Xuteng's body was repeatedly crushed and destroyed by the ghost energy bombs, completely losing its original form, and it was impossible to tell that they had once been combined to form the body of a warrior.

The imagined scene of the Lich Master taking over the body and then using magic to kill Anzu and escape did not happen. Zhuang Xuteng's ghost disappeared when Anzu's fist destroyed his skull. Before he died, he was a little disappointed. Disappointed that the Lich Master broke his promise, disappointed that he failed, and disappointed that the world had lost hope.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up in the Hall of Seventy-Two and Two Stone Pillars, and found himself sitting on a throne on a high platform. He looked down at himself, naked, with flesh, skin and hair, and no different from before his death. "Eh? Could it be that when the Lich Master controls the body, it's my turn to be imprisoned here?" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. The feeling of his fingers and scalp was very familiar, it was the feeling of being alive.

He stood up and looked around. He was the only one in the hall. There was no sign of the Lich Master. The air around him was a little cold, and the floor was even colder. He began to miss his clothes and shoes. "Is anyone there? Lich Master!" He shouted a few times, but only heard weaker and weaker echoes, and no answer.

"Looks like I'll have to wait here alone..." Zhuang Xuteng stretched hard and sat back on the throne. Although the black throne was made of some kind of stone, it emitted a little heat, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling, which was much better than the cold ground and more suitable for Zhuang Xuteng who had no clothes to wear. He simply sat cross-legged, and then began to organize his thoughts, thinking about how he died and what was going on now.

"The Lich Master said that our two souls would merge to a certain extent, so I stole a part of his intelligence and made up for his disabled brain... Excluding his habitual foul mouth, there should be a fusion phenomenon. So when I was outside, it squatted here; now that he is outside to control the situation, I squat here instead. It is indeed the only way to ensure that both of our souls are not damaged."

"But when will the Lich Master come back? It's so boring here..." Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "I'm already dead, why don't you just absorb my soul? Why give me the chance to recall all those failures and losses? If you have killed Anzu, at least come back and tell me. It won't take more than a few minutes. I've already promised to give him the leadership, I will definitely not break my promise."

Zhuang Xuteng thought about it for a while, and he became more and more annoyed. "This is wrong! I'm not a skeleton, and I don't have the patience of a dead spirit. I'll go crazy if I'm locked up in a small dark room like this. No! I can't think, it's better to become a fool and empty my mind."

Although I am in the state of a spirit, I should be able to exercise my body, right? Zhuang Xuteng wiped his face and pressed his eyeballs with his fingers. He found that he had two eyeballs in the state of a spirit. The right eye and the left eye were symmetrical, and there was no hollow hole due to the installation of the Eye of Kaho. His skin was the same as before, including old scars from childhood injuries and traces from several large implant surgeries. "Every time I came in before, I was busy looking for the Lich Master to answer questions and solve problems, and never cared about my own condition. This imaginary body should be dysfunctional, right?"

Zhuang Xuteng opened his hand, and the ghost tentacles and sensory tentacles stretched out as usual; he flipped his wrist downward, and the ghost servant and the sick lady appeared accurately in front of him, no different from before. "Hehe, the restoration effect of imagination is really good. The lich master is right. Once the spell is practiced, it will become instinct and it will be effortless to perform."

The spell ability is still there, but what about the others? Obviously, none of the functions of the Eye of Kaho can be activated, and the disintegration effect is extremely harmful to the environment of the Stone Pillar Hall, a spell structure, and it cannot be performed here. Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment, raised his foot, and directly made a high-speed burst.

He did rush out, but stopped less than ten meters away, his whole body aching. Disintegration effect is not allowed here, so the impact of this high-speed burst can only be borne by the flesh, whether it is the tearing feeling caused by acceleration or the collision feeling caused by resistance and deceleration, it will have a real effect on Zhuang Xuteng himself. Fortunately, he remembered that the place is small, so he can only burst briefly to show his strength, so as not to tear his body apart...

Eh? That's not right! Imagination can imitate high speed and high explosion, that's fine, but why does the body hurt so much? This body is also simulated by magic, it doesn't need to breathe, it won't be hungry or thirsty, this has been verified before - this body has never hurt...

Thinking of this, Zhuang Xuteng suddenly felt a little hungry and wanted to eat some steaming meat buns. He touched his belly, and besides hunger, he felt confusion. "What state am I in now? There is nothing to eat in the hall. Am I going to starve to death here? Hey, what's that smell?" Encouraged by his stomach, Zhuang Xuteng's nose became particularly sensitive, and he smelled a faint smell of food in the air. What kind of food is it? It is impossible to tell for the time being. The smell is quite restrained, and Zhuang Xuteng only knows that it must contain starch.

Following the smell, it came from the darkness behind the throne. Wherever Zhuang Xuteng stepped, the fog on the ground quickly retreated, as if avoiding the plague and not daring to approach him, let alone touch him. This was the case with the Lich Master before, the fog would automatically make way for him, and this was the first time Zhuang Xuteng enjoyed such treatment. His doubts grew even stronger, and after walking a dozen steps like this, he found that there was an invisible wall blocking the way ahead, and there was no way forward.

"Uh... How come the sensing tentacles can't see this thing, can't touch it, and just pass through it..." Zhuang Xuteng stood on one leg, rubbing his toes with both hands. He kicked it without any preparation just now, and he was not wearing shoes, so of course it hurt. This time he stretched out his hand and carefully touched the "wall" in front of him.

The wall only stimulated his sense of touch, and did not stimulate other senses at all. When he touched it, it was warm but hard, and the surface was extremely flat. Zhuang Xuteng stroked upwards, wanting to know how high the wall was. Suddenly, his hand was empty and he fell forward.

The reaction speed of the supercomputing martial arts allowed him to take a small half step and stand firm, quickly adjusting his center of gravity. This time he touched the wall again, and it was still there, but after touching it for three seconds, the wall would disappear.

"There are still secrets? There are still secrets!" Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment. He felt that he was already dead, so what was there to be afraid of? He touched the wall again to make it disappear, and then dived in.

The surroundings suddenly became brighter, and the aroma of rice porridge filled Zhuang Xuteng's nose. He braked suddenly and found that he was standing on an old wooden floor. Soft light penetrated from the round glass window located high up, illuminating this small kitchen and restaurant.

The stove made of bricks and mud didn't have a fire, but the aluminum pot on it was boiling slowly, and the aroma of rice porridge was wafting out from here. Zhuang Xuteng took a closer look, isn't this the infinite rice porridge spoon? The one he took away before was a spoon, and the spoon in front of him was bigger, with a fist in the concave space and still enough space. The big pot was placed on the stove, and underneath was a magic circle that continuously provided heat, so the porridge would slowly boil.

"Where is this?" Zhuang Xuteng looked around: As a kitchen and dining room, it had all the utensils, but there was no food, vegetables or meat. The faucet was not connected to any pipes, but it kept dripping down, making a clacking sound. Based on his position and posture, Zhuang Xuteng determined that he had walked out of the fireplace that also served as a barbecue grill. He reached out and touched the inner wall of the fireplace. Sure enough, it felt like an absolutely smooth and warm wall, not a stone structure as seen by the naked eye.

"Great, Master Lich, there's a whole new world here! You can actually enjoy life here!" Zhuang Xuteng found a large bowl and a spoon, filled himself with porridge, and then checked the place out with the porridge in his hand. He pushed the door open from the kitchen, and in front of him was a living room with a sofa, a sand table, and a small bar. There was a steep staircase on one side of the room, and right in front of Zhuang Xuteng was a double door decorated with mosaic light windows.

The mosaic formed a lich's head, and the door was ajar and not locked. Zhuang Xuteng drank some porridge, pushed the door open, and was stunned. He found himself in the ruins town inside the Wall of Sighs, and he had just walked out of the lich master's wizard tower.

"Wait? This is not the imaginary world, but the shadow world? Damn, am I not dead?" Zhuang Xuteng looked at the porridge in his hand. The feeling of eating was extremely real. There was both the joy of getting food and the resentment that the food had no taste... If this was true, it would be great; if this was false, it was too real, so it didn't matter if it was true.

"No, how did I get here? Anzu really beat me to the point where there was nothing left." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. He thought about it and decided that the best way to verify this was to go outside the Wall of Sighs and take a look. If the outside was the Shadow Realm, then he must be a physical entity; if he couldn't get out or the outside was the void, then he must be just a spiritual entity.

He successfully got out, and then jumped back immediately, because there was a company's pioneering team not far away. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and moved quickly, and the company's people didn't notice it at all. Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head. Too many things happened today, and he couldn't figure it out at all, so he decided to stop and think again while eating.

First of all, it was certain that the fact that he was not dead must be related to the Lich Master. Zhuang Xuteng released his sensing tentacles and searched every corner of the Wall of Sighs, including the Mage Tower that he was originally forbidden to enter, but he did not find the Lich Master, so he could not ask him for an answer for the time being. Next, Zhuang Xuteng thought that he should understand the state of his body and mind and figure out what kind of person he was now.

Starting with checking his memory, Zhuang Xuteng tried to recall every year from his childhood to the present, digging out as many details as possible. He immediately found that his image memory was gone, the pictures he recalled became very blurry, and the details were distorted and unreliable, but he remembered all the major events, with no obvious memory gaps.

Well, the disappearance of image memory is unusual. It could be mental trauma, brain damage, or the lich master could not restore this ability. After checking the memory, Zhuang Xuteng began to check his body. He used his sensory tentacles to explore inside and found that he had two hearts, one large and one small, three lungs, two large and one small, and a little more spleen, stomach, and kidneys. If the human anatomy in his memory is correct, then he is probably not a human now, right?

The bones are human bones, not alloy bones that have been tempered, but the nervous system is as developed as before, several times that of normal people, so the foundation of supercomputing martial arts is still there. The muscles are very strong, but there are no implants to strengthen them. Wait, Zhuang Xuteng found that there were no traces of implants in his legs either - except for the external traces caused by the surgery - so how did he achieve high speed and high burst in the stone pillar hall?
When he got outside, he used the disintegration effect, and used it in short bursts at high speed. Zhuang Xuteng stepped into the air. He relaxed his body, fell freely, and used the levitation technique to change from vertical to horizontal when he was close to the ground, and then stopped with a series of small steps. Hiss, his feet were a little uncomfortable without shoes, and his crotch was cold without clothes - except for these two points, he was basically the same as before.

The Lich Master clearly doesn't have this kind of disintegration effect, let alone high-speed and high-explosion, so...

"I'm still alive!" Zhuang Xuteng still couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it. "What does this mean for me?"