Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 799 - 44 Withered Flower

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 cumbersome 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 moment when she realized Asgard was in danger, even before her self-consciousness could calculate the merits and demerits, 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 me, I can’t walk anymore. You go, I’ll clear the way!"

In just that brief moment, the surrounding magnetic chain weapons had reformed 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 me out to make some of the magnetic chain weapons curl up."

——Should I do it...

At this moment, Jeanne’s mind flashed with Asgard’s fierce side, the moment he roared "everyone is dead," and his calm facade when talking about Taguke’s death.

If not for the specially designed prosthetic eye, cybermen 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 me.] 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 mental activity to ensure Tumor Xiang Shan’s control. Xiang Shan insisted on calling that drug "Pseudo-Neuramine" and claimed confidently, "As long as we code name that psychic cocktail in all documents, 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 meters 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 something out, but he didn’t see anything at all.

——What is she going to do...

Then, the woven web suddenly tightened.

At this moment, Asgard fearfully discovered his vision became 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 moment 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 metal dust. The detached magnetized alloy dust formed a metal 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 immensely "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, remember...]

At this moment, Xiang Shan’s voice seemed to become distant...

From deep in Jeanne’s heart, suddenly emerged...

A person stood in a smashed laboratory. The floor was dark brown, growing strange fungi. Dehydrated corpses lay messily 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 moment, the turbid sword light erupted.

The steel rod made contact with the magnetic chain weapon for the first time. 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 moment, Jeanne stomped her heel, firing a bullet. The recoil allowed her to somersault even faster, head over heels, using the momentum 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 fragments, Jeanne, relying on two steel pipes, performed an obscure yet brilliant sword dance.

Under the magnetic chain weapons, the ever-shrinking steel rod afterimages seemed like a constantly wilting flower.