Chapter 799: Chapter 44 Withered Flower
Jeanne’s self-consciousness only caught up after she raised her hand to shoot off Asgard’s foot.
She had just used the only armor-piercing bullet inside her glove. Ordinary bullets can’t cut through soft yet tough magnetic chain weapons; armor-piercing bullets can, but there’s only one, and it’s cumberso to reload. Even if a magnetic chain weapon gets severed, it doesn’t affect its use. Moreover, the master controlled a weapon clearly exceeding five strands, so Jeanne had been hiding this shot since earlier.
At the mont when she realized Asgard was in danger, even before her self-consciousness could calculate the rits and derits, Jeanne had already acted, severing Asgard’s foot.
The impact of the bullet sent Asgard rolling to the ground and then bounced up. Asgard quickly used magnetism to stabilize himself.
Jeanne rushed over and pulled Asgard up.
But Asgard said, “Don’t worry about , I can’t walk anymore. You go, I’ll clear the way!”
In just that brief mont, the surrounding magnetic chain weapons had reford their formation. They weren’t in a hurry to directly attack, instead forming a hemispherical space, twisting into a killing dragon.
Gloomy Style Type Five · Spider Net
Like a spider, wrapping its prey tightly with layers of sticky webs, even capable of deciding whether to kill the prey based on strength.
Asgard roared, “Throw out to make so of the magnetic chain weapons curl up.”
——Should I do it…
At this mont, Jeanne’s mind flashed with Asgard’s fierce side, the mont he roared “everyone is dead,” and his calm facade when talking about Taguke’s death.
If not for the specially designed prosthetic eye, cybern wouldn’t cry. But Jeanne felt there was a part of Asgard’s heart crying loudly.
“Damn it…” Jeanne stood up, “Might as well… just die then…”
[Trust .] Xiang Shan suddenly said.
[It’s useless, even taking “Pseudo-Neuramine” now won’t help.]
When Tumor Xiang Shan and Jeanne left Earth, they had used several types of psychotropic drugs to paralyze Jeanne’s brain’s higher cortex, minimizing her ntal activity to ensure Tumor Xiang Shan’s control. Xiang Shan insisted on calling that drug “Pseudo-Neuramine” and claid confidently, “As long as we code na that psychic cocktail in all docunts, even if an Internal Strength Master steals the records, they won’t know what we did.”
[I’ll sync with you.] Xiang Shan said.
Jeanne pushed Asgard aside and rolled on the ground. Her target was a small display stand toppled by the chaotic crowd—it originally belonged to a Martial Arts School. Jeanne directly pulled down two steel pipes less than two ters long from the stand, then clashed them together with force.
[Hmm, our original weapons were too good. This steel is brittle, quite suitable.]
Asgard only saw Jeanne’s left hand brush her back waist as if she had taken sothing out, but he didn’t see anything at all.
——What is she going to do…
Then, the woven web suddenly tightened.
At this mont, Asgard fearfully discovered his vision beca blurry.
As if the prosthetic eye malfunctioned, the magnetic chain weapons clearly visible just now suddenly blurred.
Those silver-gray magnetic chain weapons, clearly visible just a mont ago, didn’t speed up, yet in an instant, Asgard saw layers of phantoms, and even those “afterimages” appeared on the radar… on the radar…
Asgard quickly understood this scene.
The magnetic chain weapons were probably coated with nano tal dust. The detached magnetized alloy dust ford a tal aerosol, appearing like “afterimages” or even “avatars”.
The higher the master, the more deeply their perception and electromagnetic radar integrate, making them increasingly likely to find those afterimages imnsely “real”, having “texture”.
Jeanne, holding two steel pipes, also noticed this.
[There’s even a matching technique, looks like that guy invested deeply in this kung fu…] Xiang Shan said softly: [No need to think too complicatedly, the clearer your mind, the better, the simpler your thinking, rember…]
At this mont, Xiang Shan’s voice seed to beco distant…
From deep in Jeanne’s heart, suddenly erged…
A person stood in a smashed laboratory. The floor was dark brown, growing strange fungi. Dehydrated corpses lay ssily on the ground.
——How dare they… how could they…
The person thought.
Jeanne saw…
A white mourning hall, countless wreaths and elegiac couplets. A white world, utmost mourning, and glory. A man allowed a woman to hold his head, yet didn’t shed a tear.
Those dying now, those being born in the future…
The welfare of more people… the weight of life…
——No matter how I choose, it’s wrong…
Jeanne saw…
In the scorching air, a blue beret unit set up a simple mourning hall. A visibly damaged skull…
——Why… on what grounds… I…
Two steel pipes danced sword blossoms in Jeanne/Xiang Shan’s hands, like a magnificent “showing off” move.
Then, Xiang Shan charged towards the “spider web”.
In this mont, the turbid sword light erupted.
The steel rod made contact with the magnetic chain weapon for the first ti. The collision wasn’t light or heavy, falling precisely into the “detection interval”. The magnetic chain weapon violently retracted, so fast that the steel pipe, brittle like a plastic rod, broke off a section.
The second strike followed closely, sweeping towards another magnetic chain weapon coming head-on. The magnetic chain weapon retracted again, taking away a section of the steel pipe.
The force generated by the two collisions and retractions transmitted through the steel pipe to Jeanne. Her prosthetic body’s center of gravity shifted.
Then, the steel rod collided with the magnetic chain weapon twice more.
Jeanne’s body leaned at a seemingly irreparable angle.
Three magnetic chain weapons pounced from behind.
In the critical mont, Jeanne stomped her heel, firing a bullet. The recoil allowed her to sorsault even faster, head over heels, using the montum of this lunge, both “swords” continuously colliding.
The force from the retraction of the magnetic chain weapon directly altered the direction of her body’s rotation. The two already noticeably shortened steel rods extended, facing the magnetic chain weapon descending from above.
Using force from the magnetic chain weapon… adjusting with the bullet’s recoil…
All this happened mid-air with nowhere to leverage.
Each collision shortened the steel pipes a section. But with each collision, a magnetic chain weapon retracted.
Like water rushing, like fireworks exploding, like lightning flashing, like a fierce storm invading. In this situation where a single mistake would turn one to fragnts, Jeanne, relying on two steel pipes, perford an obscure yet brilliant sword dance.
Under the magnetic chain weapons, the ever-shrinking steel rod afterimages seed like a constantly wilting flower.
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