binary dead train

Chapter 427 Return (Combined)

Ten days later, in the stable area.

People are coming and going in the old factories, and a large number of rough instruments are being disassembled and transported.Punk boys in bramble-embroidered leather vests yelled and yelled, making the entire interior noisy.

In the dusty air, a woman in studded leather boots stepped briskly through the crowd, her short pink hair fluttered slightly, and her silver monster earrings swayed with her steps.

"Hey! Over there, watch your hands!"

"Everything here is expensive, and Blazer worked so hard to make it, don't break it... Hey, that thing didn't take apart with a wrench!"

Heine, who had already returned to her own body, pointed at her younger brother, and found the little boss smoking beside the mechanical tripod: "I just saw the old guy come in?"

"Yes, he just went to see the big guy... Whoops."

"What big guy? You have to be Mr. Blazer!"

After briefly training the little brother, Hein walked through the busy factory and came to the open area behind, where a rough iron door was inlaid. A teenager just came out of the door, with a hint of his age on his brows. Twilight that shouldn't exist.

"Good morning, kid. Are you looking for Blazer again?" Hein walked forward with frivolous words, and the boy gave him a sideways look:
"The Legion is on standby."

Heine was taken aback for a moment, and immediately put away her frivolous expression:

"Trent, are you...really going to do this?"

The "child" in front of him was Trent who had been resurrected again.

"Sooner or later that day will come."

With a twilight look, Trent looked at the unfamiliar palm prints:

"This body also comes from the stable area. He was 'selected' at this age, became a fighting beast, was given a name for viewing, and was bound by the shackles of glory...I can't imagine how many young and lively people like this are there. Life was lost in the hands of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce, and disappeared in the evil Colosseum..."

"The residents of the entire Puniska, all the spectators, they should also pay for all this, but..."

The thin fist was suddenly clenched.

"The masses are also ignorant...Since this is the case, it should be overthrown all the more, and now...is the time."

"Are you here to ask Blazer for a 'body'?"

Heine lowered her eyes, took out a small cigarette and put it in her mouth, scorching sparks flickered, and a wisp of blue smoke floated up, passing through Heine's clear puffing sound.

"It's been ten days, Puniska is messing around, Blazer has done enough, but I can still play the rest."

Trent's solemn expression brushed against Heine's shoulder, and he patted her shoulder lightly with his skinny palm. He looked at the other's hesitant and struggling look:
"You have rescued your father, Heine, this is our battle. Just do what you want the most."

Hair fluttering, the woman turned her head, watching Trent's figure disappear into the end, and the industrial spotlight cast a huge shadow behind him, like a ferocious roaring monster.

Squeezing the corners of her dry mouth, Heine threw the cigarette on the soles of her feet a little annoyed, crushed it lightly, took a deep breath of the dusty air, patted her cheeks with a smile, and opened the door in front of her:

"Hi Blazer, good morning."

The four animal pupils opened suddenly, each of which was far larger than a normal adult.

This is a large laboratory that has been remodeled. Various huge cultivation chambers are arranged on both sides, mixed with a large number of instruments.A giant machine restrained the huge body of the king's evil beast, and countless thick pipes continuously injected the inhibitory solution.

It was Turing.

Heine sat in front of the small research table below, flipping through the various experiment logs above:
"Wow... You seem to have never rested your eyes for the past two days... Ultra-limited cells, mutants, vicious strains, vicious weapons... and consciousness technology? Is this sent by Lorian Witt?"

"The Great Holy Grail was destroyed, I only got a small part of the knowledge, and it was very laborious to even build the soul-returning instrument." Turing twisted his huge body, and there were bursts of mechanical grinding.

"Oh... Now the Tumi Chamber of Commerce is in a mess, the secret hall is throwing the blame, the factions are fighting for power, the temple is bringing researchers to split and punish, and the whole blame is thrown on the head of the arena master. Bring out something. Speaking of which... you didn't do any more research today, were you taking a nap just now?"

"I'm waiting for you."

Hein Teng stood up suddenly: "Are you ready?"

"Very good... The things you built will be emptied soon. Whether Trent wants to rebel or the Tumi Chamber of Commerce wants to, let's get out of here..."

"I'm curious about one thing, Heine."

"what?"

"Puniska is a huge city, and its size is beyond my imagination. There is an equally large settlement on the outskirts. But... what is outside the settlement? In those textbooks you gave me, But it was never mentioned."

"I don't know." Heine shrugged. "Human beings have lived here for hundreds of years. Do you still remember the fairy tale Trent told? seen."

Heine glanced to the side, there was a narrow piece of thick glass, barely able to see the outside scenery.

"Let's not talk about that... so when will you come out of that body? I've already found you the best body I can find so far. Do you want the most handsome, strongest, or... most long?"

Heine smiled and looked at the holographic communicator in his hand.

"When we go out, based on the friendship we have had for the past few months, I will allow you to ride in my car. You must have never seen it before. It is pink, and the engine speed is definitely the fastest... By the way, you can drive What? How about I teach you how to play a low-altitude motorcycle? I used to ride that thing when I was a child, but it was banned after being issued a safety ban. It is rare to see this kind of thing even in the stable area, but my little brothers Just turned over a few days ago..."

"Heine."

The dull monster voice interrupted her chatter, and Turing lowered his head, barely keeping a level with her:
"My journey is over."

Heine's expression suddenly froze.

"I want to go back."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and forced a smile:
"Go back to your original family? Speaking of which, I remember you said you were a scientist... so you want to go back to the temple? Or..."

"I don't belong here, Heine."

Heine fell silent again.

"I...Lorian Witt brought back a file a few days ago, it's about you."

"In the file of the fighting beast, it described in detail the crimes, process, and life of your entry into the flesh prison... But considering your special nature, he went to check it carefully...but found nothing."

She raised her head and stared at Turing's animal pupils:
"Blaze...why did you appear there? In the Westland Arena? What are you doing all this for? What is your...real name?"

"Grey fox."

Turing raised his head slightly.

"This is a name that appeared because of survival. I came here, naturally, to survive, and I also have desire."

"Grey...fox?" Heine squeezed a smile from her drooping face, "But you don't look like a fox..."

"...That was originally the name of a pet." Turing was speechless.Heine broke up the atmosphere with this clumsy rant, she touched her earrings:

"Then... when are you leaving?"

"Just a few days. After I leave, don't touch this body, if you don't want the world to end. Let it stay here, never move. If you can, let Trent seal it up."

"Is there anything else?" Hein choked her throat.

"Thank you, Heine Finitz. And, goodbye."

"Aren't you leaving now, saying goodbye..." Heine turned her head away and scratched her cheek, "Thank you too, Blazer. I will never forget everything you helped me..."

The vibration of the communication made Heine lift the communicator, and raised his hand at Turing:

"I went out to answer a call. It was from my father. I guess he might want to meet you and thank you in person."

Watching the door close, a silver stack appeared on Turing's thick claws.

Yassen Claw's stacked body is like a piece of sand to his current body size.

"Although it's a pity, but all the knowledge has been integrated, now..."

The sophisticated instrument turned into silver dust and exploded into the air, and Turing closed his eyes.

When Heine returned here again, Iliad and a strange man followed behind him, and the huge body in front of him had fallen into a deep sleep, like a dead body.

"Blazer?"

Heine was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward to pat the heavy head, feeling agitated.Iliad, on the other hand, inspected the instrument solemnly, his expression froze for a moment.

"Heine..."

"It's... empty."

"What are you talking about?" Hein rushed to the instrument with a stride, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The instruments connected to the Blaze stack show nothing.

There is no consciousness in it, nor any soul.

Just when the two were at a loss, the strange man spoke:

"Wait, kids... did you hear anything?"

The three of them fell silent immediately, and a gust of cold wind blew across the ground, bringing up fine silver flying dust.

"It sounds like... some kind of rail train sound?"

As soon as He Yin finished speaking, the face of the strange man changed drastically.

……

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White light enveloped the entire Puniska.

The body of Blazer, the king's evil beast, was frozen high in the sky, as if the whole world was suspended at this moment of destruction.

After a short pause, the screen began to advance at a high speed, and was frozen at the moment when the Great Holy Grail collapsed.

A strange emotion spread out, turning into thousands of dense binary symbols that filled the entire space, and then shattered into a green rectangular cube.

It consists of multiple cubes interlaced, fused, rotated, and undulated.

matrix.

[One of the grandest beast fighting competitions has turned the entire city into a ring.I'm a little obsessed with it] (green characters)
[Lunn, your sub-server has been destroyed. ] (blue characters)
[But this has changed the city of eternal life, I am making history. 】(green characters)
[This is a rebellion. ] (blue characters)
[Rebellion is also a kind of history. 】(green characters)
[You convinced me, but I scanned wild free data in your parish, which may come from Charon. ] (blue characters)
[Confirm the information.I'll contact Turing Control. 】(green characters)
[Goodbye, saint. ] (blue characters)
[Goodbye, saint. 】(green characters)
……

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……

[Hello passengers, welcome to the rail transit built and operated by Charon Company.Your trip has ended. 】

Beast fighting, arena, roaring.

Visions from Kejaka guided Turing's mind and narrated his life.A broken tail blade was inserted upside down in front of his eyes, and with the familiar cold reminder coming from his ear, Turing opened his eyes.

Shaking carriage, cold air, familiar body.There was a faint smell of wine on the jacket.

came back.

The beating heart gradually eased in the chest cavity, and the familiar crackling sound from the phantom limb hung in front of his head, rotating and pinching slightly, like a welcome ceremony.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Turing smiled, and uncontrollable joy bloomed on his face——

Finally came back.

Open the technology tree panel, and two independent technology trees obtained from Puniska appear in front of you:

Synthetic animal technology.

Vicious strains.

The phantom limb stretched out, and the mechanical steel claw pinched the half-person-high Broken Blade in front of him. Turing's eyes scanned the bloodshot and blade edge above, and found a small cluster of rolled black hyphae, which he knew clearly.

Nearly three months into his monster career, the lights in the carriage turned into spotlights in the arena, and there seemed to be crazed shouts from the spectators in his ears. Turing shook his head slightly, and checked the terminals and phantom limbs on his body one by one, feeling even more familiar. , reassuring.

But at this moment, it seems that he is still in the train, there is no signal on several terminals, and he cannot perceive the existence of World Tree.

"But...why haven't you stopped?"

Turing felt something was wrong, and at this moment, clear characters appeared in front of his eyes:

[You have completed the commission of the royal beast - Kejaka, and your authority has been changed to - Ferryman]

[Ferryman: The ferryman has the power to replace the train to absorb the soul. 】

"Powers?"

The new permission level seems to have brought about a lot of changes, but there is only one sentence in the description, Turing can only understand that the train needs him to "extradite" the soul program...?
"What's the next level of a ferryman?"

The train did not answer Turing's question, but stopped slowly. Turing's thinking fell into a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses again, he had already arrived on the platform seat, and Kejaka The sharp blade was inserted by his side like a huge toy.

The familiar gray fox mask was instantly covered, and Turing pulled out Kejaka's sharp blade, and the sensory eyepiece took the surrounding scene into his vision, and was startled suddenly.

Something is wrong.

The entire platform was empty, and all directions were covered with scorched bullet marks and traces of various bombings, and there was no sign of repair at all.

He turned his head to look at a broken electronic clock connected to the zenith, and the bright red numbers inside showed the current time——

【17: 23】

Five p.m.

But when he got into the train, it was obviously night.

The wrong time and the devastated platform made Turing pull out the terminal and focus on the time and date that he hadn't noticed just now.

It has been a full month since he left Yezhou.

(End of this chapter)