Gunfire, Punk & Necromancers

Chapter 671 Chapter 667 Epilogue
The performance of the laboratory's sealed door is indeed excellent. Once it enters the locked state, it becomes stronger than the wall. The ghost energy bullet can only leave a tiny dent when it hits it. The area of ​​the dent is not even enough to accommodate the fingerprint of the index finger.

"Morgana, stop. Don't count on the gun ring. It will never penetrate you and will make you more tired." Ge Gongdao shook his head and said, "Let's look for other ways."

"There is actually another way, which is to climb over the wall from the courtyard." Morgana took off her gun ring, shook her arms, then bent over and pressed her knees to take a few deep breaths. "Use bed sheets and clothes to make a rope that can climb to a relatively flat slope. The only problem is the monster in the courtyard... He keeps dying, but keeps resurrecting. We must deal with it first."

"That's Anzu, the strongest warrior in the company. Don't try to fight him. He'll kill you before you can react." Ge Gongdao looked down at his prosthetic limb and began to self-flagellate again: "It's all because I'm too weak. If..."

"There aren't so many ifs. Forget about anything that doesn't boost morale. Think more about the positive aspects." Morgana put her hands on her waist, raised her head and looked at the door again, and said, "Zhuang Xuteng has helped us eliminate all the threats. We have to work hard on the rest. Alas, I don't know about the others... Brother Dao, listen, is there a sound from the door in the courtyard?"

"It seems... it's bad! Anzu has regained his sanity and may chase us. Morgana, hide quickly! I can't hide, I'll go and divert his attention..."

Before Ge Gongdao finished speaking, he saw the door closest to them open automatically. He immediately tried to stand up, but failed halfway and fell back into the wheelchair. He quickly pushed the wheelchair forward to at least block Morgana.

What appeared in the door frame was not the stitched zombie Anzu, but Zhuang Xuteng who rushed over in a hurry, which stunned Ge Gongdao. Although he was almost filled with surprise, the mercenary's vigilance never really disappeared. He looked up and down and immediately exclaimed: "No! This is not Naike, they are different!"

Zhuang Xuteng smiled for a moment, then tears welled up in his eyes and his mouth pursed, as if he had suffered a thousand grievances: "Brother Dao, why are you like this? Morgana, are you okay?"

Morgana was very excited and at a loss. She pointed her shadow gun at Zhuang Xuteng and asked, "Tell me who you are first! Why don't you have any surgical stitches on your body? You..."

"I... to put it simply, I was beaten to death by Anzu once, and then resurrected, so the shadow slaves and implants on my body are gone. But I can still use high-speed and high-burst, as well as super-computing martial arts and dormant martial arts, so my combat effectiveness is not greatly affected." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "I know there are thousands of young versions of me downstairs, and Anzu seems to be mass-producing me. I am the original one, not made by Anzu. By the way, I'll open the door for you first, and you go and let the others out. I still have to deal with Anzu."

Zhuang Xuteng stretched out his hand, and a moment later he had the armor-piercing hammer in his hand. This weapon would not be lost, nor would it be mastered by others. It would return to his hand when Zhuang Xuteng needed it. The next moment, Zhuang Xuteng made a short, high-speed burst towards the sealed door, smashing it with a hammer, breaking it directly. A longer corridor stretched forward in front of the three people, with more dead people lying on the road.

"All dead? All the people in the company here are dead?" Morgana asked, leaning over to take a look.

"A lot of people died, far more than you can imagine." Zhuang Xuteng handed the armor-piercing hammer to Morgana and said, "Turn right at the intersection ahead and use this to smash the door lock, and you will see..."

Morgana shook her head and said, "If the imprisoned people are not in danger, then I will follow you to deal with Anzu. We have to deal with that threat. He has been dying. He…."

"Don't worry, I will definitely destroy him completely." Zhuang Xuteng turned around and walked back the way he came. Morgana and Ge Gongdao looked at each other and decided to follow immediately. But before Morgana could put her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, the wheelchair moved by itself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm the one holding Dao Ge back." Zhuang Xuteng turned around and said simply, "You all know that I have some shadow spell abilities, but you haven't seen them all, right? The company is finished, I can show you."

After that, the ghost tentacles and ghost servants appeared in front of the two. These gray-black, misty or gel-like strange things scared the two of them. Zhuang Xuteng also summoned the sick lady and ordered it to bow to the two.

"This is the mysterious bandage killer in the news!" Morgana pointed at the patient lady and said, "I have always suspected that you have secretly joined some organization outside. I didn't expect that this was also summoned by you! Wait, you are a corpse driver?"

"No. Corpse control is a thing of the age of gods. Mine is indeed a shadow spell."

Now is not the time to explain in detail. Anzu was once again filled with resentment and died, and then began a new round of resurrection. Every time Anzu died, his body would explode, turning the entire courtyard into a pool of blood and a slaughterhouse. Looking at the mess, Zhuang Xuteng suddenly thought of the bodies that were chopped up and made into safety blue raw materials in the underground bunker factory. Now Anzu has become like this, it is really retribution.

Shadows from all directions gathered energy, and Anzu tried to be reborn again. In fact, he was completely unable to control his own abilities, and could not achieve precise and selective reorganization, and could only guarantee the minimum "survival". This was thanks to his long-term use of his abilities to create clones of Zhuang Xuteng, which made his abilities more and more familiar with fighting corpses, rather than sticking to himself and protecting himself.

With this kind of supernatural power, the result is more like a half-finished clone, and the condition is not stable at all.

Zhuang Xuteng observed for a moment, and roughly analyzed the mechanism of this power based on the flow of shadow energy, and then took action, using the disintegration effect to cover the resurrected Anzu. He waited quietly, sensing the tentacles to search around, first confirming that there was no other resurrection power in other places nearby. Then, he began to compress the disintegration effect, completely wrapping, immersing, and swallowing Anzu. After a while, there was no cell of Anzu in the world.

Zhuang Xuteng still retains the habits from his mercenary days: when victory is at hand, don't waste time talking to your opponent; make the final move.

"Wait a moment, I need to confirm again." Zhuang Xuteng extended his sensing tentacles and searched in the shaky computing network, looking at every corner of the world. His sight was filled with death, but not Anzu.

Zhuang Xuteng retracted his gaze and focused on Morgana. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A tragic victory is still a victory. We are safe now. Let's go and rescue the others!"

"Yeah!" Morgana nodded, and she let Zhuang Xuteng walk ahead.

Half a year later, Morgana held Zhuang Xuteng's arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and shared his sorrow. This day was the funeral of Zhuang Xuteng's parents, who were buried next to their master, Famine Stranger. The three elderly people were imprisoned, tortured and exploited by the company, and their health and spirit were exhausted. Although Zhuang Xuteng used all his strength to treat them, he only reduced their pain and could no longer prolong their lives.

"They met again and got to know each other during the journey, and together they hid from the company's pursuit. They went to jail together and suffered together for my affairs." Zhuang Xuteng lowered his head and said after a while: "They can finally rest in peace and no longer suffer from pain and torture." "May they rest in peace." Morgana leaned on Zhuang Xuteng's shoulder. She tilted her head slightly and could see the continuous graves. Zhuang Xuteng was the only one left in her family. The others were killed by Zhuang Xuteng. This fact made her very conflicted and painful, but she had no choice but to accept it.

There weren't many people left in the world who were killed directly by Zhuang Xuteng's magic, and the total collapse of social order eliminated most of the remaining people. Especially the children who had no way to take care of themselves, except for a very small number who were rescued and raised, the rest could not survive.

The bad guys will not become good just because goods and resources suddenly become relatively abundant. They will still stick to their previous behavior: bullying the weak. Fortunately, all the survivors will not have a reformation rate of more than 6%. Ordinary people can resist the bad guys as long as they unite or work hard. Anyway, all cities are basically well preserved - except for the damage caused by traffic accidents or fires - shadow gun rings and chemical energy propulsion weapons can be found everywhere. The reformation rate no longer causes a gap in combat power, and the world has regained balance in a rather primitive way.

"How much time do I have left before I can see them?" Zhuang Feifei asked, looking at her parents' graves expressionlessly. She sat in an electric wheelchair, her face haggard and body emaciated, as if she could die at any time.

"Cheer up and take good care of yourself. You still have 40 to 50 years..." Zhuang Xuteng touched his sister's bald head and said, "This is the most painful period. You will get better and better after you get through this period of treatment. You can also see that Liuxing's withdrawal reaction is getting lighter and lighter. She is almost successful."

"You're probably using me as an example to encourage Liu Xing, right?" Zhuang Feifei was always in a bad mood under the influence of drugs. Plus, on this occasion, she couldn't possibly say anything nice - Zhuang Xuteng was used to it. "Brother, where is Ge Gongdao? Isn't he coming today?"

"There was a problem with his prosthesis, and the risk of rejection increased. He had to go to Dr. Mori for emergency treatment, so he didn't come."

"Then I'll go see him!" Zhuang Feifei looked at the grave and said, "Dad, Mom, if you feel uncomfortable living here, then go find trouble with my second brother. I can't take care of myself now, so it's good enough if I can't cause more trouble. I'm going to slip away, so as not to be annoying with my foul mouth."

Seeing his sister driving the electric wheelchair like an off-road vehicle, Zhuang Xuteng could only smile bitterly and explained to Morgana: "Anyone who eats rice porridge for half a year and has to overcome the withdrawal reaction of safety blue will have a bad temper."

"It's good to be alive." Morgana said, "The radio station has been unable to recruit people recently. We still don't have enough people here to stabilize the ecological environment. Do you want to go out and recruit people?"

"Forget it, they'll all be destroyed in a hundred years." Zhuang Xuteng had already told Morgana about the situation of the two worlds. He just concealed the existence of the Lich Master and said that the research on the destruction of the world came from the company's top management. He created a theory that no one else could refute to explain what happened: "The company wants to unify the will of the world's population, and then artificially create a divine consciousness, and try to use divine power - or the world's will - to save the world and rule it forever. I ruined this opportunity."

"You made the best choice within your ability," Morgana said.

"Is this the right choice?" Zhuang Xuteng asked, "The price of destroying the company is almost all of the population, plus ecological collapse and world destruction. It doesn't matter whether this exchange is good or not. The key is, can you say that I made the right choice?"

Morgana thought about it carefully. On the list of people killed by Zhuang Xuteng, her entire family was on the list, and there were also countless ordinary people who were bullied by the company instead of benefiting from it, and there were so many innocent children. Morgana couldn't say "You did the right thing". She could only comfort Zhuang Xuteng as much as possible: "Even if you were wrong, it's not your fault. The company is responsible, you have to remember this."

The dead may be full of resentment about death, and the living are not feeling well either. Everyone has lost a lot, and the world has lost the company. Due to the company's monopoly and strict confidentiality laws, the only intelligence spy in the world, Meteor, cannot crack the company's database, resulting in the direct destruction of the Shadow Cong industry, and no new Shadow Cong products can be manufactured anymore.

At the same time, Zhuang Xuteng's spell destroyed all the execution puppets, and most of the highly integrated Shadow Conquer equipment was directly destroyed, and the remaining ones were forced to shorten their lifespans. The conclusion is that the original unique Shadow Conquer technology died, and all production either stagnated or regressed significantly.

Fortunately, there are still steam engines and electric motors, and perhaps the internal combustion engine can be recreated. It would be great if Zhuang Teng was still alive, but he didn't even last until Zhuang Xu Teng destroyed the world, and he died of organ failure.

The current ending... everyone can only endure the pain while trying to live. Zhuang Xuteng comforted himself with constant admonitions: When the company is so strong that it has successfully built an absolute power gap, there is no hope of success for changes from the inside out and from the bottom up. This world is material, and a strong consciousness cannot make up for the actual material differences. Resistance that can only have a slight chance when the company makes a mistake cannot be called resistance, it is at most a struggle.

"I'm lucky to have the opportunity to destroy the company." Zhuang Xuteng often said this to himself.

He kept staring at the world, searching everywhere. On the one hand, he wanted to find another survivor he knew, even if he hated his left and right hands. On the other hand, he was also searching for the remnants of the company, not letting a single cell survive. Fate was fair, and neither of these existed.

Ten years have passed, and the ecosystem has not collapsed, but the decay has. The power of the shadows has faded, and nature has found a glimmer of life again. Although the vegetation outside is extremely monotonous and there are very few animals, the entire food chain is so fragile that it can hardly be called a "chain". But Zhuang Xuteng likes this change very much. He often takes his wife and children to camp, and then smiles at the wild grass all over the mountains.

More than a hundred years have passed, and people of the same generation as Zhuang Xuteng have died, but he is still alive and doesn't look old at all. The lich's life box must have had a strange effect on his life span - he doesn't know how long he can live, and even the lich master doesn't know. It is becoming increasingly difficult to wake up the lich master. Zhuang Xuteng doesn't want him to disappear, so he always tells him, "The world is about to be destroyed, wake up and take a look."

The last time the Lich Master woke up was one hundred and ninety years later. At this time, the Wall of Sighs had collapsed for seventy years, but the world was still not destroyed. He looked at Zhuang Xuteng, who had not aged a year, and said, "You bastard. You destroyed the world and deceived my world. You are a bastard..."

"You said the world has no will. How can it be deceived if it has no will?"

"I am the last person in my world. I want to see your world destroyed. My will is the will of the world." The Lich Master said, "You have fulfilled my wish with the death of nearly 8 billion people, the complete destruction of the company, and the pain that you dare not share with others. All my rationality combined cannot suppress the satisfaction deep in my heart. Goodbye, Zhuang Xuteng. I actually died with satisfaction, so I will give you a final piece of advice: I am afraid you will have to live for a long time, so think of a way to leave..."

"Isn't this ridiculous?" Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said to himself, "Out there is only an agricultural society left, and industry depends entirely on maintenance... Where can I go? Do you think I'm Mr. Qian, who can come and go as I please?"
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There is no good cause and no good effect in the cyberpunk world.

Its existence is just to repeat one truth: Don't become like that; don't become like that while you still have a chance.

(End of this chapter)