Cyber Heroes

Decades ago.

"... もう一度だけでいい實事起きてよ [Just one more time, a miracle will happen]...The past になくした记忆のぺ—ジを取り戾どすちかPlease give me a return The power of the pages of past memories..." A righteous man was humming this unknown song while engraving something on the corner of the tunnel.

"Darkness 雲貫ぬく信じる心[Confirm that the heart that can penetrate the darkness]... Soul sleep る 地探して [Find the place where the soul sleeps]..."

"cough cough… …" The man on one side could not help interrupting: "What is this song? The lyrics are too ominous"

Xiang Shan scratched his head: "To be honest, I can't remember, after all, the memory counts. Not complete...but my wife is a nostalgic cook, and I just remember it passively."

"Your wife?"

"Ah, from above, it is indeed my wife who does not It would be wrong." Xiang Shan nodded, very confident.

The man sighed: "Are you sure you really...hey, Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan, if only with this virtue, how did he cause great changes in the old world?"

" The right time, the right place and the right people." Xiang Shan replied.

"Really, leave me a little vision of the old world..."

"I will forget it anyway." Xiang Shan shrugged, "And I am Build a tomb for yourself, this is the literal sense of "the place where the soul sleeps" [the place where the soul sleeps]"

"It sounds like looking for a Land of Death."

Xiang Shan nodded his forehead: "I remember... the story of this song seems to be like this."

"That sounds like a tragedy." The man shook his head.

"No, my instinct tells me that it should be a story full of hope. The dead sleep forever, and the living move forward." Xiang Shan stood up from the top of the rock, "Well, this is basically fine. There are only two things left to do. Dude, where's your side?"

"Me? No problem. I make sure that I have erased the memories of my companions. Now I am fully suppressed. The hippocampus is active. As long as the memory files are deleted, no one will remember this. Everyone remembers that the E3~E6 section is an abandoned area with no mineral veins and some common traps."

Xiang Shan said: "Man, how about your Inner Strength? Can you do this kind of fine operation?"

The man lowered his head: "Maybe there will be a strong impression. I will Remember a little bit. Of course, the enemy can't get intelligence based on this obscure impression."

"Under existing technology." Xiang Shan emphasized, "You will be disturbed by unfathomable mystery emotions. "

"Don't worry," the man said.

Xiang Shan nodded, go up.

The man suddenly said: "Hey..."

"en?"

"Is it really necessary to do such a thing?"

"Xiang Shan has died at least seven times. Why shouldn't he die the eighth time?" Xiang Shan said, "Be prepared for trouble."

"Then... other Martial Gods Is there something left?"

Xiang Shan shook his head: "Probably not."

"Why?"

"Don’t say, don’t say ." Xiang Shan shook his head.

The man hesitated at last: "I hope you can win... Xiang Shan. Not as one of the'Martial God', but as the'last victor'."

"Well, it is a good sign to call me Xiang Shan for the first time." Xiang Shan nodded, "Every Xiang Shan hopes that he will become a winner. Every time I lose, it means that the power of progress is consumed once. No one wants to lose. However, this is really not something that you can decide by yourself. The only thing to be thankful for is...Even if this me is dead now, it won't cause any frustration to the confidence of human resistance."

"Hey."

"I can only say, I will try my best to win." Xiang Shan made a gesture, and the man didn't know what it meant. It should be some kind of old-world culture.

"To win." The man did not continue following Xiang Shan, but turned around.

He pressed his finger on the pain, gave a hint to himself, activated the internal strength, and shattered the memory file.

He will forget it soon.

Xiang Shan continues to move forward.

……………………………………………………………………

About eighty years have passed. The man is old.

The old man stumbled forward.

Some guilt bites his heart. He abandoned a comrade in the field in his own position. He ran away.

But he still wants to live.

Don't know why, he just wants to live.

No...

The old man actually knows it vaguely.

Decades ago...

Should be a few years earlier than when the eighth Martial God was righteous.

At that time, there were a lot of fuzzy memories.

More than that, the records in the Earth Dragon community are also very vague. Although the recorded historical information is seemingly insignificant, the old people who have managed this community for several decades know that there is too much "blank" in it-only people who know the Earth Dragon community well can do this. A degree of deletion.

Even every person over a hundred years old has this phenomenon.

The old man also secretly investigated in the community, but there was no trace of the existence of a rape.

Moreover, the government basically will not cultivate any traitors in the Earth Dragon community. Such strongholds that provide radioactive element support for knights are all discovered and destroyed one by one.

So, there is only one answer. This is his own hand.

He deleted his own memory and modified the history of the community.

After realizing this, the old man stopped his actions. He no longer investigates secretly, nor does he search for it.

Since I forgot on my own initiative, it means that "forgetting this matter" itself is very important.

However, a little impression remained in his heart.

Only a little bit.

That is something "a friend" entrusted.

I don’t remember who that friend is.

I don’t remember what I entrusted.

Of course, of course, the old man suspected Xiang Shan of the eighth Martial God.

But there is no evidence to prove this.

In his memory, the Eighth Martial God was just an ordinary knight who came to book radioactive elements, and they only had a few words of friendship between them.

I even learned that the young Martial Artist who often came to help me was the seventh rebirth of Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan even after the other party was righteous.

Although I don’t know what the "mission" is.

But...

"If it is not necessary..." the old man whispered, "I really want to be there until the last moment."

The old man's body Drilled out of a dark and narrow cave.

Then he was shocked by the sight before him.

A data line winding like a centipede is already swimming in front of me. It's a bit like the head of the sweeping robot is already swinging.

The old man made a decisive decision, ramming fiercely with the long stick in his hand.

No matter how small my prosthetic body is, it is also a humanoid body with multiple functions. Drilling into a space that is too small, it may be tied up by this linear robot. Before taking care of the robot, he dared not move on.

This cane looks slender, but it is filled with nano metal particles, and its center of gravity can be adjusted at will, just like a heavy Warhammer. The old man smashed the head of the data cable into a waste piece at once.

The data line shrank for a moment, and then a more powerful current was transmitted from the other end. It stands up like a cobra, in the space, and the back part also constitutes a topologically reasonable kink shape, covering it like an inescapable net.

The old man sticks out his stick and taps it several times on the data line like a long spear. Every time this data line suddenly curled up like a stress response. In just a few clicks, the topological formation of this data line is modularized. The old man drew a knife and chopped the thing into ten pieces.

Then he heard footsteps in the distance.

The old man once again got into a small cave.

But in the darkness of the cave, there were other sounds that shouldn't be there.

It's a drone again. It's just the Insect type.

The old man prayed that those drones did not carry micro high explosives. The rangers didn't care about the overall structure of this cave at all. They used explosives to open the way at will, and many cracks were formed in the area where there were no cracks. Perhaps small explosives can make this Dongxu collapse.

Other voices came from the cave. This was the voice of a companion, some kind of ciphertext.

Drilling Earth Dragon does not lay communication lines. On the one hand, resources are limited, and on the other hand, it is also to avoid being killed by someone touching the wires. And in the corridors extending in all directions, this kind of voice can travel far.

But this is not good news.

The "death" signal came from all directions. The old man seemed to feel that in all directions, his companions were attacked.

The old man sighed again.

Judging from the Insect drones, he was bitten.

The official eagle dog that came this time is indeed terrifying. Their military force value is high enough.

Except for the people who have been transferred, the rest of the Earth Dragon can escape halfway.

"Fortunately, the smelter has been transferred, and then there are those young managers." The old man sighed, "There will be a shortage of Martial Artist... I hope that there will be no friction with other martial arts people."

On my own side...

It's nothing more than a question of choosing a place to die.

Is the choice to die with a companion? Are you going to hell hand in hand with Old Partner?

Or go and see the "things" that I protect with amnesia?

If, as Scott said, these people really came for the legacy of the Eighth Martial God, and their forgotten mission is really to "guard the legacy of the Eighth Martial God" , Then do you have the responsibility to destroy that legacy at this time?

Some kind of strong will drove him.

"Go and see..."

The old man thought in his heart.

A5, D9-P, E3~E6, G2, G3...

These areas are all likely to have the "Eighth Martial God Legacy".

These areas are marked as "no valuable mineral veins, low-threat traps".

In this area, the Earth Dragon drill is usually the least.

Perhaps because he was thinking too focused, the old man ignored the weak piece of the complicated information.

"Strong aid appears!"