Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 691 - 335: Kill a Feudal Noble

Chapter 691: Chapter 335: Kill a Feudal Noble

Perhaps it was because Turing Zhu Xinyu and King Aqini Hartman were too dazzling in the past two hundred years, that now when people mention "Internal masters," they think of "curse," "Gu," of "witnessing" and "hack."

But these techniques were actually born relatively late in the history of Inner Strength.

Inner Strength had its origins in hacking techniques. And for ancient hackers, who were adept at concealing themselves and single-handedly taking on formidable powers, their skills first served "stealth" and "intelligence gathering."

Before Zhu Xinyu had mastered his abilities, what he did most was indeed gathering intelligence.

The unparalleled Inner Strength brought by the Eighth Martial God enabled Xiang Shan to effortlessly conceal himself. Xiang Shan also acquired various kinds of data.

In addition, he prepared weapons specifically tailored against Amilcare without anyone’s notice.

At the same time, he further suppressed the opponent’s choices with his advanced arrangements.

The reason Xiang Shan chose to "sing" when killing certain squads was to convey the information that "I have mastered the curse of audio input." Although External masters would voluntarily shut off their extra senses when facing a Martial Artist whose Inner Strength far surpassed their own, Xiang Shan still added an extra layer of insurance to ensure that the opponent would turn off those few senses not affected by scattered lasers or Metal Aerosol.

All these layouts relying on powerful Inner Strength were for this very moment.

The grey-black paint on half of Xiang Shan’s body evaporated, revealing the silver reflective coating underneath, while the other half remained black. He stood behind Amilcare, one hand holding up Amilcare’s chin, and said, "Showtime"!

Amilcare listened in horror to the sounds coming from within his body. The internal lock hooks, which were controlled by electronic devices, were being unlocked layer by layer. These unlocked parts were concentrated around his shoulders and neck.

Xiang Shan pressed down hard on Amilcare’s neck. Amilcare instinctively resisted this force. He quickly realized he should pull back, but the prosthetic body lagged half a step in response. A stronger resisting force had already erupted. Xiang Shan simply flicked and, using this force, jerked Amilcare’s head backward.

Desperate to escape this situation, Amilcare used all his Inner Strength Cultivation to ignite the jet engine behind him. In an instant, the Metal Aerosol detonated explosively. Amilcare was propelled outward.

At that moment, Xiang Shan suddenly leaped up. His hand still grasping Amilcare’s head, his feet kicked off the ceiling in succession.

With a "snap," Amilcare’s neck broke completely, barely hanging on to his body. Amilcare fell into intense pain and lost nearly all control over his body in an instant.

But Xiang Shan’s prosthetic body was still inferior to Amilcare’s by a fair margin. His strength wasn’t enough to counter the impact, and he was dragged through several walls, ending up outside.

The remnants of Amilcare’s control only wished to drag Xiang Shan to the ground with him, to fulfill his duty as a Protector. But Xiang Shan wrapped the sturdy cable tightly around his neck and tied a dead knot.

Afterwards, Xiang Shan completely took over the body. He carried Amilcare halfway around the building.

The people below didn’t understand what was happening, but they instinctively felt that the Lord could not lose. For a while, no one attacked Xiang Shan.

The last thing Amilcare saw was a huge Hook Lock. Hanging from the bottom of it was a black sphere.

That must be the Holy Knight Ashur-Lei-Goodrian.

Xiang Shan controlled Amilcare and charged towards the giant hook. The hook accurately went through the cable around Amilcare’s neck. Amilcare’s prosthetic body was forced to stop for half a second. But as the thruster continued to exert power, Amilcare’s head was still ripped off.

Amilcare’s body flew towards the edge of the city. Xiang Shan took advantage of the moment Amilcare’s neck could still bear the strain, leaped up, and dived into Pine Eagle Building, disappearing from view.

After nearing the blockade at the city’s edge, the AI that Xiang Shan had programmed took over the body. Amilcare’s prosthetic body cleared its loaded ammunition there. Micro Missiles scattered like a swarm of bees, and sturdy fortifications collapsed over a span of three hundred meters. Bullets mowed down swathes of Soldiers like cutting grass.

Meanwhile, the 300th, 500th, and 900th floors of the Pine Eagle Building erupted like a volley of cannon fire, launching dozens, even hundreds of rockets.

All of these were Amilcare’s equipment—devices that could interface with his prosthetic body and were designed to deal with various enemies, weaponry capable of being launched to any location within hundreds of kilometers. Amilcare could receive maximum support around the clock.

But in that instant, Amilcare, reduced to a head, realized the opponent’s intention.

The enemy wanted to hijack his prosthetic body and had to avoid detection by satellites.

The best way to do that was to hide the prosthetic body among a crowd of medium-range rockets.

As long as the prosthetic body and multiple rockets fell together beneath a cluster of clouds, even the satellites would be helpless.

"Thieves..."

The light of rage emanated from Amilcare’s prosthetic eye.

Just then, several spotlights converged, illuminating the Lord and the Holy Knight.

"This humiliation... this humiliation..."

Amilcare was nearly driven mad.

But with a "pfft" sound, his rage turned into fear.

The container for Holy Knight Ashur’s biological brain had been shattered.

Even the soldiers below stood stunned at the sight.

Holy Knight Ashur-Lei-Goodrian, one of the twin emperors who had long ruled over Pine Eagle City, was killed so casually.

A hidden sniper, from a distance of kilometers, had blown the head off the Holy Knight from the ground.

Xiang Shan’s voice reverberated throughout the city: "The crime has been pronounced, and now it’s time for the execution."

Amilcare was terrified. He forcefully twisted the remaining mechanical organs on his cervical spine, desperately trying to swing the noose: "Stop... stop! Stop it! No! Please stop! Spare me! Ah... you can’t..."

Although the noose did indeed swing. Yet such a minor variable, to a Black Hand Master’s level of sniper, was virtually nonexistent.

The first bullet hit Amilcare squarely in the forehead. The external armor of the Lordship Prosthesis was indeed extraordinary. Even an anti-material sniping rifle couldn’t penetrate the external armor in one shot—it was merely severely deformed. The head was tossed high into the air.

That was followed by a second bullet.

Then a third, and a fourth...

Amilcare was actually dead by the third bullet. His seemingly indestructible head, like an exceptionally hard ball of dough, was being brutalized by the bullets acting as a "kneading machine."

The Black Hand Master fired continuously until the thing was completely blown apart.