Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 309 - 309 89 Betrayal and Confession

309: Chapter 89: Betrayal and Confession 309: Chapter 89: Betrayal and Confession Borshu planned to climb onto the Mexican Plateau.

The cities on the plateau were a bit more lenient than the north.

He might be able to hide there for a while.

Once this guy had mastered some basic skills, he could continue doing what Sky Fierce had entrusted to him.

Perhaps it was because his heart was aflame that it took Borshu a long time to notice something was off.

The girl’s responses seemed to be getting slower and slower.

Borshu stopped and put the girl down.

Only then did he suddenly realize how light she was.

This was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Seeing the girl barely breathing, it finally dawned on Borshu.

He had no sense of smell, and his sense of touch was fading.

The pressure-sensitive resistors beneath his armor could detect some impacts, but more delicate touches could not be reproduced.

He couldn’t feel running water, and naturally, he couldn’t detect the blood flowing over his own body.

Borshu laid the girl on the ground and then tore open the fabric wrapped around her body for a quick examination.

The girl had several cuts on her side, with a small amount of tissue turned inside out.

These were abrasions caused by Fierce Waves or ricochets.

Borshu’s External Armor on his back was covered in bloodstains, but there was not much blood on their footprints from earlier.

It looked like she had stopped bleeding due to excessive blood loss.

Such an injury would have been fatal for Homo sapiens long ago.

“Damn it…” Borshu was stunned.

Beyond that, the girl also had fractured ribs as well as numerous bruises and soft tissue damage.

But compared to blood loss, these were nothing.

There might also be some concussion.

“Damn it…” Borshu pressed his forehead.

He realized that the girl might be dying.

“Great Hero?” The girl’s consciousness seemed a bit unclear.

She asked in a low voice, “Are we on the mountain yet?”

“Shut up!

Almost there!” Borshu snapped back irritably.

He walked back and forth, constantly tapping his forehead, completely disregarding how this behavior might attract Life-Chasing Cavalry.

——What am I even doing?

Borshu felt a deep sense of failure.

What was he doing?

What exactly had he protected…

No, his current thinking, he just couldn’t control himself when killing, right?

Was he really not suitable to save someone’s life?

What would a normal Hero do at this time?

Borshu’s brain throbbed with pain.

The part of his psyche belonging to “Green Forest” was telling him the girl was beyond saving, that it would be best for everyone to give her a quick end, since she was not a member of their stronghold, no need for sorrow.

But…

But…

“How am I supposed to save her?” Borshu asked himself.

“What should I do now?”

The girl’s injuries wouldn’t be a big deal in this era.

A Benchmark Man’s hypoxia damage could sustain them for several hours without breathing.

During this time, Benchmark Men would only fall into a state of suspended animation.

This period of time would be sufficient to complete many Cybernetic Transformation surgeries.

But…

Where to perform this surgery?

And the resources?

Benchmark Men could recover from hypoxia after a few hours, but this process often required assistance such as chest compressions.

And after this time has passed, Benchmark Men could also die.

Could he infiltrate a city within a few hours, then find a place that could perform the surgery?

Would the prosthetics needed for the transformation be prepared within these hours?

Probably not.

The Ranger’s authorities were not low.

Nearby cities probably had surveillance.

——Go to Green Forest?

Visit the nearest fortress to pay respects or to steal a Prosthetic Body?

——But I also don’t know how to…

perform surgery?

Those fortress doctors?

Remodelers?

Borshu quickly discarded the thought.

The doctors in those fortresses were the real murderers.

The Remodelers of Green Forest didn’t care much about the lives of the outlaws.

These outlaws were considered “one of their own” only after they had undergone preliminary Cyberization and adopted the collective memory.

They would even experiment on the outlaws with some “wild ideas.”

That rough craftsmanship was really not up to par.

The mortality rate was a bit too high.

But if he stole them himself…

his External Armor had reached its limits, there were no more replacements.

The cooling agent had also been used up too much, and even the joints were starting to degrade.

Once he made a move, he couldn’t guarantee the girl’s safety.

“Is there any other way…

not going to the city?

A small Wilderness Settlement?

No, that’s not right, either.

It would be hard to gather enough medication in a settlement, to treat hypoxic damage, and artificial blood might not be enough…”

“Where to go…

who else…”

Suddenly, Borshu froze.

Then, his body began to tremble.

The man from Green Forest knelt on the ground, desperately slapping his own forehead.

He scraped his face against the ground as if in great pain.

He was about to betray the fortress.

Including Sky Fierce and those people.

Borshu jumped up, his fist suddenly thrusting towards the girl’s head.

But in an instant, he changed the direction of his punch and hit himself instead.

——What am I thinking…

what am I thinking…

——I…

I…

………………………………………

Xiang Shan’s left hand was holding a hard drive covered in fluid.

This was something he had dug out of a pursuer’s brain.

Xiang Shan’s current state was somewhat pitiful.

He had lost an arm.

The handle of the Sonicon Blade was barely hanging at his waist, and his external armor was riddled with dents and needed to be replaced.

However, Xiang Shan didn’t particularly mind.

He still had a hand attached to his lower back.

That hand also belonged to that pursuer.

Xiang Shan thought this arm was not bad, so after digging out the storage device, he also conveniently tore this thing off.

This hand was better than the one he had lost, equipped not just with fingers on the front but also with high-frequency oscillating generators on the back of the hand, knuckles, and edges of the palm.

Perhaps the sensitivity was not up to the level of those sponsored by knight apprentice Miss Zhao, but the power was good.

“To shake off the pursuers so quickly, it seems my anti-tracking skills haven’t declined.

Not too bad,” he said.

Xiang Shan indeed had no choice but to flee.

He also needed some time to dissipate heat and maintain his systems.

Otherwise, his combat effectiveness would also decline.

Moreover, the Inner Strength techniques demonstrated by those Mobile Cavalry were troublesome.

It’s not to say that he couldn’t cope with them.

After the loss of that local leader, the threat to Xiang Shan from distant Inner Strength attacks greatly diminished.

After all, “delay” is also fatal in Inner Strength combat.

Xiang Shan remembered that King Aqini had once tampered with this aspect, defeating Zhu Xinyu.

What Xiang Shan truly found troublesome was that he had to suppress his own instincts and resist the urge to use “With His Own Way.”

If a student of Aqini sent him some “special malice code that only King Aqini knew,” and he returned it back using that move, the opposition might recognize it as “With His Own Way.”

By then, he would face more than just a few of King Aqini’s capable subordinates.

Xiang Shan couldn’t remember if Zhu Xinyu had taught the “Three Dragon-Slaying Moves” to anyone else, nor did he know if Zhu Xinyu had spread these moves after the death of Martial Ancestor, but he knew that King Aqini recognized “With His Own Way.” Using it could likely link him to “Turing.”

At that point, King Aqini would surely take action.

And by holding back this move that had become instinctual, Xiang Shan couldn’t perform to the fullest.

Add in the fact that the remote-assisting disciples of Aqini were somewhat competent, so Xiang Shan could only retreat.

After Xiang Shan broke out of the encirclement, a few Life-Chasing Cavalry followed him.

They dared not get too close, maintaining a distance of about a thousand meters from Xiang Shan.

Then Xiang Shan planned a counter-attack.

The storage device and the arm were contributed by a member of the Life-Chasing Cavalry.

Xiang Shan was quite satisfied.

Suddenly, he paused, then began to retreat slowly.

The storage device on Martial Ancestor’s waist opened, and Xiang Shan threw the hard drive into it while drawing out a magnetized screwdriver.

He dismantled the severed surface of the arm, revealing the standard interface, and then pried off two pieces of the remaining external armor on his shoulder.

Carefully, he aligned the arm, connecting the wiring and various devices.

In a few minutes, he felt the new prosthetic arm.

Finally, Xiang Shan used duct tape to secure the pried-off external armor on the junction between the arm and the torso, then wrapped it several times, covering all the connecting lines.

After these tasks were finished, Xiang Shan waited several more seconds.

Seeing no response, Xiang Shan stepped out and said, “You’re not a Houndhawk, are you?

At such a close range, it doesn’t look like you’re planning on sniping.

Who are you?”

After a moment of silence, Borshu, carrying the tightly wrapped girl, came before Xiang Shan.

“Oh, the one from Green Forest,” said Xiang Shan.

“You actually followed me here?

How did you manage that?”

Borshu hesitated for a moment before replying, “I dared to follow you.”

This Hero didn’t seem to have deliberately hidden his tracks.

It looked like he had forced the superior officers of the Mobile Cavalry Troops to make the decision to “allow retreat since they couldn’t kill him with the current numbers.”

This guy was extraordinarily terrifying.

Borshu took a detour and returned to the vicinity of the battlefield.

Those Life-Chasing Cavalry seemed not to have expected him to return there, so they didn’t intercept him.

There, Borshu found traces left by Xiang Shan.

Xiang Shan waved the newly attached arm: “So you dare to say ‘I dared’?

Give me a reason not to kill you.”

“Your companion, on the way to the Martial Arts School, I remember he was with a flesh-and-blood young man, right?”

“My disciple?

What about it?

Are you threatening me?”

“Since your disciple is a flesh-and-blood person, you must be prepared with medicine for treating flesh wounds and resources for cybernetic transformation.

She is seriously injured; I beg you to save her.”

Borshu hesitated, then placed the girl on the ground and, following records from ancient times, raised his hands over his head and slowly knelt down.

“I know that by the standards of a Hero, I am ready to die,” said Borshu.

“You save her, and I take the blame.

Is it that simple?”

Xiang Shan was stunned for a moment.

He had read the memories of people like Lev and Little Poison Insect and had indirectly felt the “collective memory” of the Green Forest Men.

He felt the scene before him didn’t match what he knew about them.