730: Chapter 374 Reincarnation of the Martial God [Part Three] 730: Chapter 374 Reincarnation of the Martial God [Part Three] “It starts with,” Xiang Shan recited, imbued with the persona of the Ninth Martial God.
The Ninth Martial God himself imdiately followed up, “One thing, I don’t know why/It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.”
Xiang Shan sotis wondered whether Yawgmoth had included so personal additions when creating the Ninth Martial God.
The behavior control plugin of the Ninth Martial God was not only fed with the records of politicians but also with the visuals of musicians or perforrs.
The Ninth Martial God’s understanding of “how to sing” was of the highest caliber.
Just the first sentence he uttered was enough to intimidate the spirits of others.
A prosthetic body was the first to break free from the multitude of ropes that bound it; it landed on the ground, its body’s side and rear opened up, and several old, scrapped munitions rolled out from inside.
Several chanical arms grabbed the ammunition boxes on the ground and directly attached them to the back, upper arms, thighs, and waist.
This was the firepower-focused model “Pisces.”
In that mont, the Protectors, shocked by the nightmare, were jolted awake.
They bowed their heads and retreated quickly, even causing several sonic booms in their wake.
“Keep that in mind, I designed this rhy/To explain in due ti,”
The Ninth Martial God effortlessly tossed a massive cutting weapon with one hand.
anwhile, “Capricorn,” half-freed from its restraints, caught the weapon and began cutting in all directions.
“All I know,”
“Pisces” sang, while jets of plasma burst forth from its body, propelling itself into the air.
It sang loudly, “Ti is a valuable thing/
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings/
Watch it count down to the end of the day/
The clock ticks life away.”
In an instant, the shell of “Pisces” burst open like a fla flower.
Countless missiles and bullets poured out from its body.
That mont of brilliance made it look like a rose made of fla.
In the ti it took to sing that line, “Pisces” had emptied its ammunition yet again.
High on the platform, Xiang Shan’s fingers gently wiped across his eyes, moving on to a new self-suggestion.
—Beta cri
Beta, β, can represent multiple coefficients or various concepts in geotry.
Here, though, Xiang Shan chose the aning of “beta testing” or “beta version.”
Beta testing, the final stage before official release.
And naturally, the beta version is also the last version before the “official version.”
This was the Eighth Martial God’s self-mockery for having been killed by Hartman before even debuting.
Cri, referring to sins and cris, also points to the deeds done by the Eighth Martial God in Delacruz City.
By Xiang Shan’s standards, even if it was to combat Yawgmoth, it was considered an unforgivable cri.
Furthermore, in physics, the β particle is precisely the “electron.” Beta cri also has the undertones of “cybercri,” teasingly referring to Zhu Xinyu.
The consciousness of the Eighth Martial God returned.
Xiang Shan’s gaze moved past the military formation upset by the Eighth Martial God and looked towards the Martial Artists who were regaining their composure.
Accompanied by the explosion of a satellite, King Aqini, far away on the Moon, had already lost control over this territory.
He was now free to unleash his Inner Strength without restraint.
The Ninth Martial God’s body escaped its restraints.
With the assistance of the Vector Injector, he leaped to the middle of the Iron Tower, singing loudly, “It’s so unreal…”
But this line was unexpectedly transmitted through multiple speakers throughout the city…
and even through the voice amplifiers of several soldiers.
It was as if nurous people were singing together.
Under the assistance of the Eighth Martial God’s powerful Inner Strength, the Ninth Martial God’s voice could spread throughout the entire city without hindrance.
At the sa ti, “Shooter” picked up a missile and flew upwards.
Eventually, “Shooter” spread his wings and stopped at a position over two hundred ters high.
The mont he flapped his wings, all the glass windows of the platform shattered.
This place has a satellite station.
At the sa ti, it is also the city’s commanding height.
A high-level military officer stood dumbfounded, watching everything in front of him.
“Shooter,” through the glass window, sang, “Didn’t look out below / Watch the ti go right out the window.”
Bullets and missiles baptized the Protectors inside the shattered windows.
“Trying to hold on, but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to…”
The Ninth Martial God roared at the sky, “Watch you go.”
Then, a louder noise almost drowned out the song.
“Taurus” detached from the pyramid and charged out.
He was so fast that the ground tore beneath his feet, as if a speedboat was splitting the water.
The ground he ran over literally ford a trench.
If it weren’t for the Vector Injector holding him to the ground, he would have flown up.
Air friction caused “Taurus’s” body to be coated in a layer of firelight.
In the roaring noise, a military officer with a sniping rifle was hit and shattered to pieces.
“Gemini,” “Libra,” and “Aries” imdiately headed to another arsenal — even to spread the risk, Paradox City would not store all military weapons in one warehouse.
In reality, the munitions sent by AI Xiang Shan could only alleviate the urgent needs, but without acquiring new weapons, the Martial Gods could not possibly defeat the large army.
Firearms could not harness the Reactor’s imnse power, and the Ninth Martial God’s laser weapons, after waiting for sixty years, had issues and needed so parts replaced.
But even with weapon reserves critically low, Xiang Shan still sang high — “Cancer,” “Virgo,” “Aquarius” quickly sang, “I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart /
What it ant to will eventually be a mory of a ti when.”
Above the position, dozens, hundreds of soldiers from the ground staggered to their feet, picked up intact weapons beside them, and held up dead soldiers as shields.
The incarnation of the Ninth Martial God, along with Xiang Shan switched back to “Zeal of the Sky,” and these controlled soldiers sang nearly simultaneously: “I tried so hard /
And got so far /
But in the end /
It doesn’t even matter.”
This soul-piercing painful scream was so terrifying, so beautiful.
Still standing at the base of the pyramid, the Hero Novihan staggered a bit.
He wanted to fall to his knees but then imdiately rembered Xiang Shan’s principles.
He slowly turned around, crouched on the ground, and covered his head with his arms, facing the enemy.
Disharmonious rusty noises burst from his joints.
But his movents got faster and faster.
He knew…
he understood.
The Ninth Martial God had returned!
No…
“Xiang Shan” had co back once again!
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