Real world, night in the wasteland.

High on the mountain stands a complex of palaces in the classical style of the Tang and Song Dynasties. The cliffs outside the mountain and the sea of ​​clouds on the mountainside are everywhere wrapped in wind and snow, but inside the palace is brightly lit and warm.

Retro and high-tech are cleverly combined, and everything looks ancient, but those octagonal palace lanterns are actually the soft light provided by electricity. The exotic animals and mounts playing around are still under the soft and warm bionic fur. A mechanical creation controlled by an intelligent program.

The celestial beings flying out from the wall and dancing gracefully are also effects brought about by stereoscopic projection.

The house was full of distinguished guests, toasting to the feast.

In the center of the hall is a wine pool filled with agar-agar and ruby-like wine.

At the top of the nine steps, the owner, with a jade crown and white hair, and a blue robe and feather coat, reclines on an exaggerated but comfortable throne, holding a jade cup with a carved dragon in his hand, enjoying the singing and dancing.

The guests below were dressed in different styles, including suits, windbreakers, military uniforms with cloaks, classical fish-scale armor, European-style dresses, and different manners. They were chatting and laughing.

Some people even bare their upper body, and their body sitting cross-legged like a hill was covered with brightly colored, green and red tattoos. They dug out the oak barrel for wine making with their palms, held the barrel in their hands like a wine glass, and took a big sip. Drink freely.

They all come from the continent behind the wasteland. In this land without unified order, the jungle law of the jungle has been developed to the extreme. Technology is advancing, but morality is regressing.

The marshals, kings, city lords, queens, gurus, and CEOs who dominate various places can shape the architectural styles and guide the dressing habits of various places according to their own preferences. Even if they work hard and make changes day and night, it is their own, and they hope that it will last forever. Have power.

"The newly arranged music is really good. It's so mesmerizing to match the dancing."

Chu Xinggu, who was leaning on the throne, raised the jade cup of the withered dragon and poured a stream of highly acidic nutrient solution like a clear spring into his mouth. A large amount of bird-like smoke was corroded from his mouth.

When he stopped drinking, he pursed his lips as if he was still thinking about it, exhaling two long lines of white smoke from his nose, and then sighed and said, "Everyone, I don't know if you have heard the news. Chu's good friend, Mr. Leo, has already encountered misfortune on the other side."

Everyone was chatting happily just now, criticizing all kinds of new gadgets, but without warning, they turned to such a serious topic. Everyone couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and look towards the main seat.

"Leopold must have opened accounts in all six districts of the Promised Land."

The tattooed giant man held an oak barrel, swung his bush-like hair, and turned around to look, "If something unfortunate happens, it's impossible for all the accounts to be killed."

In fact, as long as they are not deliberately targeted by Jiushan and the others, a fourth-level psyker can already open a second account in the game world, and a fifth-level psyker can open a third account.

By analogy, the higher the psychic level, the more accounts can be opened.

Every account needs to be related to a deep spiritual foundation and the origin of consciousness, so most people, even if they open other accounts, can only selectively log in to one of them.

But for the strong, there is naturally enough room to keep multiple accounts operating online at the same time.

This is also an excellent life-saving means.

If Leopold had not chosen to concentrate all the account data into his main brain, then even if his most powerful prosthetic body was destroyed and his brain was dried out, he would not really die.

Every account he has in the game world can be regarded as an opportunity for resurrection. If he still wants to be active in the real world, he only needs to instill new meanings into the real world through part of his soul that has been translated and written into data.

Physically.

It's just that after losing his original brain, if he wants to continue to improve his spiritual realm in the future, the difficulty will be doubled, and he can only wait for new breakthroughs in technology.

In any case, in that case, at least Jiushan and their organization can still maintain a level 8 normal and level 9 combat capability.

"If you just lose a body and a three-hundred-year-old brain, how can it be called unfortunate?"

Chu Xinggu shook his head, covered his face with his hands, and cried, "My good friend met an old person from three hundred years ago. On impulse, he transferred all the account data to the subject's brain, and then he

With that attitude, we are ready to complete some cooperation matters."

"Unexpectedly, the drastic change happened so suddenly. Our allies, which seemed to be tenacious, stable, and prosperous, suffered heavy losses overnight. Their leaders were beheaded, their commanders were decapitated, and even Leo had no time to withdraw.

.”

He wiped away the few tears with his thumb and looked at the guests, "But what makes me even more sad is that, except for my good friend Leo, I can already foresee that some of you here will definitely die in the near future, and even

A lot of people will die."

"Perhaps this is the last time we can gather so many friends and have a banquet together. In the future, the wine pool will still be there, the singing and dancing will still be there, and old friends will not be able to gather together, so..."

Chu Xinggu sobbed, "Sad!"

The tattooed man burst into laughter: "Mr. Chu is too alarmist. You want to warn us to form a temporary alliance to gather all our strength to deal with the possible war. You can just say it bluntly, why use this kind of thing?"

If it’s unlucky, how about using it as an introduction?”

The lady in dress, who covered the lower half of her face with a small golden fan, said slowly: "Mr. Chu has taken great pains. However, we also know a little about the situation on the other side. There will be a battle between the Promised Land and the coalition government. Only

It's a matter of time and time, if they come, we will stop them together."

"I'm sure no one who can participate in tonight's banquet will be willing to accept the constraints of the coalition government and give up the freedom and rights we have earned through our own hard work, right?"

The tall man wearing something similar to a white military uniform said: "No one needs to reiterate the simple principle of coordinated operations, but shouldn't we also have a deeper understanding of the coalition government? Mr. Chu, let's get straight to the point.

"

Chu Xinggu calmed down his sad expression, knocked the jade cup on the armrest of the throne, and said: "Okay, then, please remember this public channel, and then stay online 24 hours a day to keep communication open.

All the in-depth information held by the Promised Land will also be shared with everyone in this channel."

Everyone's eyeballs, cochlea and other prosthetic components quickly received the signal from the public channel.

The atmosphere in the palace became much quieter. Everyone was checking the data transmitted through the public channel, and their expressions became more and more serious.

"It seems that although the coalition government is strong, from the seventh level down, the strengths of the various strata on both sides vary. As long as we grasp the home field advantage, use psychic blessings, and reinforce each other, we still have a great chance of winning."

The tattooed giant man spoke angrily, "But, those who have surpassed the seventh level of psionic power, the highest level psykers on both sides..."

He paused, simply threw away all those buffering and veiled words, and spoke directly from his heart. The volume of his voice suddenly increased several times, causing the calm liquid in the wine pool to ripple.

"This Guan Luoyang is basically the ninth level of tmd's normal psychic power, right?!

"

"This man was able to beat even Nichiren Yukikai, who was in the ninth level, until he was hacked to death. He was able to capture Leopold, who was almost at the ninth level, alive."

"If he has sneaked into our continent, who among us will be killed? Who can stop him?!"

The tattooed giant man's loud voice completely ruined the rhythm of the song and dance, but everyone here, whether they were art lovers or not, couldn't care less about those things at this time, they all agreed with the giant man's opinion.

The gentleman in a suit with curly hair said quietly: "If those of us at the seventh level want to stop him, even if we have the home field advantage and can temporarily increase to the eighth level, it will take more than ten people to survive in front of him.

life."

"However, if we are really tied up in ten or ten groups and any of our territory is destroyed, I'm afraid we won't have time to deal with it comprehensively. By then, we will lose the spiritual blessing, and the level will drop, and we will still be waiting for death.

life."

A bandaged one-eyed man said: "And according to the information in the public channel, after he swallowed the brain of Brahma, he has the power to directly interfere in the online world."

"Although the game world is huge and boundless, at his current level, he can only make some small moves in it first, and it is impossible to affect the entire game world overnight. But what if, if he attacks us, we can just track him down.

What should we do if our account data is also deleted?"

The hoarse voice of the bandaged man echoed throughout the palace, gradually becoming deeper and deeper.

"Our life-saving means really don't feel safe at all in front of him."

The four words "life-saving means" in this sentence are all accented.

The actual meaning of this can be understood by everyone present. Obviously, the bandage man is not just a means of saving lives in the game world.

Even with the help of the technological conveniences of the game world and the Promised Land, it is relatively easy to reach the seventh level of psychic power, but this ease is only relative. They were able to achieve their current status only by fighting among tens of millions of people.

Yes, how is it possible that the only way to save one's life is through a game account?

After all, the game world is not in their hands.

But the trouble is that the life-saving methods they develop themselves cannot be divorced from the current overall technological trend. Therefore, these people's life-saving methods are all related to soul programming technology, which is to program part of their self-awareness into data and store it.

, find a place to collect it.

Judging from Guan Luoyang's performance of swallowing Brahma's brain alive, this kind of method would probably be to deliver food to him.

The atmosphere in the palace became even quieter, and the wind and snow outside became more and more intense, with ice and snow, and a howling cold wave.

The people in the hall were silent, murderous intent was quietly growing in the air, criss-crossing, the lights were flickering, light and shadow were ghostly, and the shadows and faces of the guests were changing in the light and shadow.

The sky above the entire palace complex was also affected by their murderous intent, and a huge ice and snow tornado was formed unknowingly.

"Ten won't work, unless..."

Finally someone spoke up and said what everyone was thinking right now.

"More than eighty of us went out together to find Guan Luoyang first and kill him to avoid future troubles!"

The howl of ice and snow outside suddenly accelerated, passing through the sound insulation material, and the sound of wind came in like a whistle, far away and sharply.

Their faces were colder than ice, and they all stared at Chu Xinggu on the throne.

"Mr. Chu, you must be involved in this matter."

The tattooed man spoke.

There is really no need to say this. If these 80 or so seventh-level psychics were sent out together to take advantage of the home field, it could be said to be a killing blow that has been rare in more than 300 years.

How could Chu Xinggu miss this opportunity to eradicate Guan Luoyang?

But now these people in the palace have their heartstrings trembled by the information about Guan Luoyang, and murderous aura is rushing in their chests like a violent wave. Even if they know something clearly, they still have to ask it again to get an absolutely certain answer.

.

"certainly!"

Chu Xinggu knocked the jade cup on the throne and said loudly, "I will definitely participate. Everyone under our command will participate, and Jiushan will also participate."
To be continued...