In the long course of history, many people have died. However, the resurrection of the dead in the strict sense only occurred in the last two hundred years - if your religious beliefs do not force you to believe that someone was resurrected from the dead in 33 AD.
There is only one person who can actually do this.
Because very few people will convert all their memories into data. If some people do, they may not upload it. And after uploading, no one may read it, let alone conduct cruel self-training on these memories.
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Wu Zu is the only one who meets these conditions. In order to pursue further development of his brain, he has used Dandanase many times. In order to combat the side effects, he has long transferred most of his memories to the hard drive. And at the end of the Sublimation War,
After the assassination, the father of Wan Ji disclosed the memories of Martial Ancestor he had captured. And the identity of Martial Ancestor caused many people to pursue his memories.
This is the only soul that reappears in the world over and over again.
[Is this really the reincarnation of the Martial God? Are you sure? Is he not an ordinary follower of the Martial Ancestor? 】
[Followers of Wuzu will not fully imitate Wuzu’s behavior. In Wuzu’s own thoughts, this kind of expression of personal worship is meaningless.] Dai Jiutai’a said calmly: [But, I
The knight I faced before was completely different. He reproduced Wu Zu's 'behavior' - I can conclude that his spirit is highly consistent with Wu Zu. You know, I can be sure...]
While speaking, Dai Jiutai'a had already transferred part of his memory to Bai Changkong.
[This... this behavior pattern... this demeanor...] Bai Changkong closed his eyes: ["The Way of Justice"... This song did appear in the favorites of Wu Zu's music website account. It's very close.
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After the Ascension War ended, many servers in the old world were managed under unified management. During this process, certain groups within the Asylums exposed Wu Zu’s personal accounts and information on many websites - on the surface
The reason is to "provide historical materials for the study of Wu Zu".
The intelligence in Wu Zu’s social account was also dug into.
Many people know Wu Zu’s hobbies.
[Using a loud voice to express high righteousness, and combining guerrilla warfare with propaganda warfare, this is also a typical Wuzu style. But... but...]
[I think you can also feel it, Bai Sanren.] Dai Jiutai'a's eyes were blazing: [This is the gathering of the soul sparks of the Martial Ancestor - this is the Martial God!]
Although in a strict sense, only through the certification of "acquaintances of the information source individual" can it be determined that an individual can be regarded as the "personality cover of the information source individual". However, the personality cover and the information source individual are the same personality by default, so those who are familiar with Wushen
People, including historians, can actually make judgments.
Of course, so far, no one has made this "recognition" indiscriminately. The only people recognized as "Xiang Shan" by the world are still the Martial Ancestor and the ten Martial Gods.
Bai Changkong reset the parameters of his prosthetic body to prevent his prosthetic body from shaking unnaturally due to excessive emotional fluctuations.
[Okay, maybe this is the God of War...which one? Or a new one? Real? Or fake? 】
[He has signs of using internal power, so it should be a real personality mask.] Dai Jiutai'adao: [But it is suspected that other internal power masters were assisting at the time, so the possibility of a fake personality mask cannot be ruled out. ]
【Then what is the purpose of his appearance here?】
[According to the information I have collected so far, this God of War suddenly appeared in the New World a few months ago. There is no other record of his actions before.]
Bai Changkong was thoughtful: [You mean...]
[Tao Enhai. His goal must be Tao Enhai.] Dai Jiutai Adao: [Martial Ancestor recreated Tao Enhai. Although this is the same with the Father of All Machines. But after the Father of All Machines said goodbye to the way of chivalry,
Tao Enhai is one of Wu Zu’s core supporters.]
Bai Changkong nodded: [That makes sense...]
[This Martial God is still very weak. The capacitor he uses should not meet the most cutting-edge standards. And Tao Enhai is also in danger now. We can think about it now, the emergence of a Martial God at this point in time, what is the impact on 'us'
Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Should we give a push on this matter, or the other way around...]
Bai Changkong lowered his head: "I must think about this matter carefully."
Every Martial God who comes into the world is destined to set off a shocking wave - even the weakest 8th Martial God was killed by King Agni in despicable ways before he could grow up.
And waves mean variables.
Variables are opportunities.
——That God of War, which big shot is he planning to assassinate now?
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Congreve was now falling to the ground, terrified.
He was suddenly touched by two men with incredible martial arts skills, and then he was knocked on the head and lost consciousness. When he woke up, his hands and feet had been torn apart, leaving only one that had not been transformed into a prosthetic body.
arms.
The two prosthetics were sitting opposite him.
A man sat cross-legged, leaning his upper body slightly forward to make himself look more oppressive: "Ah, Mr. Congreve. Are you awake? I want to ask, you once robbed Little Luther's house on Third Avenue
capacitor, do you remember?"
Congreve trembled: "Hero, you were invited by the Luther family..."
"Papa" twice, the man patted his face and said, "I want to ask you something."
"Remember... remember..." Congreve said tremblingly: "If necessary, I can return it..."
"Ah, we can talk about this later. There are also twelve unknown people in the slums in the north of the city - you seem to have beaten them three months ago, and at least two of them died on the spot?"
"They... they have no asylum, so the asylum seekers will not sanction..."
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"There is such a thing...I remember! I remember!"
"And then... tsk, this thing seems to have happened a long time ago. When you were not sufficiently cyborged, you seemed to have committed violent acts. You were very smart and carefully selected women who had lost the protection of civilization."
"I am here to continue genetic diversity..." When Congreve saw the warrior raising his palm, he shouted crazily: "This is happening! This is happening!"
"Well, very good. You are very honest. I like honest people the most. So the last question. Do you help the Hands collect supplies..."
Congreve understood: "You...you are asylum seekers? No! No! This can't be done! I didn't join the Brutal Hands! I didn't! You can't deprive me of asylum!"
Congreve immediately began to struggle crazily. He knew that in the past week, the asylum seekers had been frantically hunting down members of the Gangs such as the Fierce Hands and the Capacitor Gang. Although he only received money to maintain some backup resources for them,
but……
The key lies in "how the asylum seeker judges"!
Congreve did not think he was a member of the Brutal Hands. When the Brutal Hands were around, he would only think of him as someone hired to look at the warehouse. But as long as the patron believed that he was a person related to the Brutal Hands, he would
Asylum may be revoked.
In a sense, this is something more terrifying than death.
"Aha." Xiang Shan nodded: "It's really yours. Let me ask you, where is that thing now?"
"It's in the outermost cabinet...the one by the door! You can just take it! I was wrong! I'm sorry!" Congreve screamed.
Xiang Shan sighed: "Don't worry, it won't hurt."
Then, a finger was pointed at the back of Congreve's head.
Congreve stopped struggling.
And Matsushima Hiro also got the large unit battery and said: "Okay, let's go."
Xiang Shan looked at the dead Congreve and shook his head: "This guy is really..."
"There is no way." Matsushima Hiroshi said: "He is very smart and only goes too far towards those who have lost the protection of civilization. Everyone knows that he is a scumbag, but few people think that he will go too far on himself."
"'Cancellation of asylum' is really a joke. For those powerful individuals in the wilderness and green forests, it doesn't matter whether they have asylum or not. But for those poor people without force, if the asylum is canceled, they will be disqualified from being human.
, worse than death. Even if they really did something unforgivable, why not kill them from the beginning?"
"'Any act of repaying a crime should not exceed 'death'...?" Matsushima Hiroshi thought for a while: "I don't hate that era. It's a pity that there are no knights to re-establish that order...
…”
Xiang Shan was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.
Matsushima Hiro was a little confused: "What's wrong? There's something wrong with my statement?"
"No, no, no, not at all." Xiang Shan shook his head: "'Xia uses force to break the law.' But I didn't expect that in this era, the force that upholds the spirit of the law is actually a knight."
"Ah? Wasn't chivalry what it used to be like now?"
"Martial Ancestor Xiangshan just randomly selected a set of words from the novel that can arouse perceptual cognition to package this set of 'resistance'." Xiangshan raised his head: "Should we go back first, or look for the next target?"
If Xiangshan wants to go south, the most important thing is power reserve.
They don't know how many days this sandstorm will last, so they must prepare sufficient energy.
Xiangshan's three vehicles originally accumulated some solar energy in the north, but they almost used it up on the way back to Songying.
Now, Xiangshan must find a way to get enough batteries to store energy in Songying City.
Fortunately, this city has no shortage of such things.
For some people who have some savings, it is necessary to have several large-capacity batteries at home.
And this city has no shortage of scumbags who acquiesce to the Dyson Principle.