317: Chapter 98: The Starting Point of the 8th Martial God 317: Chapter 98: The Starting Point of the 8th Martial God At that mont…
The mont King Aqini’s attack engulfed the heavens, Doctor Hu’s ti stopped.
His soul seed to linger forever at that mont.
In the future, he had experienced bits of success and suffered many hardships, but these things seed unable to make a mark on his spirit.
Even Inner Strength could not save such a mind.
Without deliberate control, his brain would unconsciously start recalling the mories of that day.
It seed that the decades that followed were not as deeply etched in his mory as that instant.
It was said that after that incident, a ssage appeared online.
“Turing” acknowledged that the Hero who died a martyr’s death in Delacruz City was Xiang Shan under the guise of the True Personality Mask of the “Eighth Martial God.”
But this had nothing to do with Doctor Hu anymore.
The Xiang Shan he knew had already died under the attack of Space-Based Weapons.
In such circumstances, Doctor Hu wasn’t even sure if he could live until tomorrow.
Although it had been a long ti since King Aqini struck at anyone related to the Order of Scientific Knights, this prince loved extre asures and ergencies, and you never knew when he would “act out of necessity.”
Only at such tis would he slightly indulge himself by thinking about Xiang Shan.
He would think until his head spun and ached.
Doctor Hu was naturally a Benchmark Man, aging with a high degree of tal clusterization in his brain, and had also undergone profound remodeling.
He was a Remodeler who could survive rely on Electric Field Energy.
As long as there was power in his battery, he wouldn’t feel deprived of energy.
This was purely fatigue.
He did not know how long he had thought.
It made sense.
This problem had tornted him for decades.
If there were no accidents, perhaps it would continue to imprison him for hundreds of years until the end of his life.
“I stand in the fierce wind…” Doctor Hu leaned his head against the wall and softly sang, “If only I could erase the persistent heartache…
Watching the sky’s clouds move from all four directions/with a sword in hand/asking who among the world is a hero…”
The watching cold-blooded ranger glanced at him.
Generally, such music, thick with the scent of the Old Era and hard to sever from natural language, was often used by Heroes to “proclaim righteousness loudly.” New Era music even abandons musical notes—it’s an art form stripped of thought and expression, simply a “pleasant auditory combination” to the senses, more likely to provoke direct sensory stimulation and addiction.
But no one specified that only Heroes love singing.
Within the Scientific Knight Order and even among the Protectorate’s officials, a retro style becos popular every few decades.
However, the song he was singing now seed to be the sa one the Eighth Martial God sang at his execution decades ago.
It was unclear whether this was a provocation.
But Doctor Hu only sang a couple of lines before stopping.
“Alright, alright, this song doesn’t really fit my mood right now,” he murmured softly, “To survive, for tomorrow.
I need to be spirited…
That child used to sing sothing when he was younger…”
At that ti, the Eighth Martial God was not yet a Martial God…
He, or rather she, was just a little girl imrsed in a virtual world, acting as if drugged, with a dazed expression on her face.
Occasionally, she really did sing sothing to boost her spirit…
one of the songs she had sung once…
“Get over now…
Get over pain…
Get over mind…”
Suddenly, a wave of Inner Strength surged into this area from the router.
In that instant, Zheng Lunnao suddenly ca to his senses.
C·Shivaji-21’s chanical voice emitted from the cold-blooded ranger’s synthesizer, “Doctor Hu, you dare to sing that song under our watch; it seems your thoughts are indeed dangerous.
Have you completely turned to the side of the Heroes?”
The cold-blooded ranger showed no particular reaction.
It seed he was already accustod to his superiors using the voice synthesizer.
“Whether my thoughts have turned towards the Heroes is not for you to judge,” Doctor Hu said.
“I am a mber of the Scientific Knights, it’s the work of the Heavenly King’s personnel or the direct staff of the Sanctuary Knights to review my thoughts.”
“Is that so?
That’s truly a pity,” C·Shivaji-21 said.
“I have to tell you, you are free now.”
Doctor Hu scoffed, “‘Free’, huh…”
“Congratulations, it seems this ti the matter really doesn’t concern you,” C·Shivaji-21 said.
“We have already obtained intelligence on the Burrow Dragons from other sources.
Now, we plan to organize a roundup.
The combat strength here is a bit tight; I’ll be calling back those two rangers.
I have no reason to keep watching you.
You are free now.”
Doctor Hu was sowhat concerned for the safety of those Burrow Dragons.
But on second thought, those folks hardly seed to be his problem to worry about.
Even if set free, he wasn’t truly “free.” That C·Shivaji-21 must have already planted nurous traps in his body.
Besides, the eyes of everyone around him could beco surveillance tools.
The opponents would surely watch him, and if he dared to disclose any information to the outside world, the claws and fangs of King Aqini’s forces would execute him right on the spot.
He nodded, “I understand.”
After standing up, he looked around.
It seed that only he and Instructor Zheng were left.
Decades ago, when they were first rounded up by King Aqini, there were a dozen other people here.
Those dozen, all non-Hero acquaintances of Xiang Shan.
Now, it was only him and Instructor Zheng left.
He walked over, extended his hand, and pulled up Instructor Zheng, who had just been freed from the darkness and was in a state close to sleepwalking.
As for the two heroes whose brains had already been placed in jars, he was powerless to help them.
While he was doing these things, the two rangers had taken the remaining equipnt and quickly evacuated.
A Scientific Knight and a martial artist from the Martial Arts School slowly walked out of the room.
This was just an ordinary warehouse in Delacruz City, a rudintary place with few surveillance systems around.
After walking a few steps, Zheng Lunnao spoke, “When I just woke up, I seed to have heard a very familiar song.”
“Hmm.”
“I rembered when that person first ca to my martial arts school,” said Instructor Zheng.
“A girl with a very low rate of modification, only her limbs were prosthetic bodies, her eyes seed half-asleep, and she was smiling, saying, ‘I want to compete, to earn so money to buy online equipnt.’ I felt at the ti that this girl was truly outrageous.”
“Hmm.”
“I really hope that whatever legacy they were looking for…”
“That’s enough, Instructor Zheng,” Doctor Hu shook his head.
“Don’t talk about these things anymore.
Our ears, and the ears of those around us, could all be those jars’ ears.
Whatever you rember, don’t say it.”
“I know nothing,” Zheng Lunnao said.
“Just like that.”
The two of them walked further along the road.
In fact, they were not familiar at all decades ago.
At least before the Eighth Martial God sacrificed himself, they had never directly spoken to each other.
But over these decades, they had been captured together no less than ten tis.
The Eighth Martial God had finally revealed his prosthetic body’s appearance and specifications.
While King Aqini had pieced together his trajectory during his lifeti from people’s remaining mories and records, identifying so individuals he had communicated with.
This was also why Xiang Shan initially suggested that Instructor Zheng consider fleeing.
And this shared adversity had brought the two a bit of tacit understanding.
The number of eyewitnesses from those years had dwindled.
That was also an outrageous matter.
Initially, the Eighth Martial God had saved Delacruz City, many residents had witnessed it, many were participants, and many lost their lives or relatives in the chaos, and many suffered because of King Aqini.
But those pains and hardships had gradually disappeared from people’s collective mory.
Under the operation of King Aqini, only intelligence, describing the incident from a specific angle, could circulate on the internet.
People had gradually forgotten that incident.
Perhaps, after Doctor Hu and Instructor Zheng died, no one would rember the death of the weakest Martial God with the sentint of an eyewitness anymore.
But the two didn’t talk much.
After crossing another intersection, Zheng Lunnao headed straight for his martial arts school.
He had disappeared inexplicably for several days.
Perhaps the entire school was now in chaos.
Doctor Hu took another step and then stood on the street corner.
He looked at the sky; it was sunny.
The events of many years ago once again surfaced in his mind.
He still rembered that smart girl among his volunteers.
When undergoing the double-blind test, Doctor Hu would provide so entertainnt for these volunteers, including so internet devices.
People could easily beco addicted.
It provided temporary relief for these people living in extre pain.
But that girl was different.
She absorbed the fragnted knowledge with a relatively high efficiency.
While being examined, she kept asking questions of the knight apprentices or Doctor Hu himself.
It appeared that with the free implanted knowledge chip, she actively explored it.
The Order of Scientific Knights always appreciated such individuals.
Doctor Hu also considered training her to be his new apprentice.
But the good tis did not last long.
The girl quickly beca addicted to the internet.
At first, she just started spending more and more ti online.
But later, she began trying to say so utterly rebellious things to Doctor Hu.
This made Doctor Hu vigilant.
He casually checked the internet device’s records, then discovered that the girl had already learned to delete usage records.
Her tone beca more and more like that of an old scientific knight…
no, rather, an Old Era scientist, increasingly stern.
Doctor Hu had only read about this phenonon in a few records.
Only one thing could cause such a phenonon.
That girl must have unintentionally co into contact with that blockchain labyrinth—the labyrinth of Martial Ancestor’s mories.
At that ti, Lay Buddhist Fokong felt an unprecedented bewildernt and…
fear.
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