Chapter 863 - 733: Phantom Limb

The gale roared, everyone subconsciously diverted their attention, staring at the pages of the Plague Book flipping rapidly.

The pages stopped, and everyone felt dizzy for a moment, as objects in their sight suddenly grew larger or smaller, and their body parts became disproportionate.

Heads as small as spindles, hands and feet as large as sandbags.

"Don’t panic, it’s just Alice in Wonderland Syndrome."

Gao Chenluoxing shouted, the Lark’s implant in his throat said clearly and rapidly: "It’s a neural syndrome possibly related to the parietal and occipital cortexes, during which patients feel the position, size, and shape of objects or their own organs are abnormal, time speeds up or slows down.

It comes quickly and goes quickly, without affecting other actions."

While speaking, Gao Chenluoxing’s brain chip calculated rapidly, the pupils of his prosthetic eyes zooming in and out, optimizing the visual field through algorithms to forcibly adjust the disproportionate ratios back to normal.

He turned to engage in close combat with the White Horse Tombstone.

Everyone else showed their divine skills, Hansel released control to the AI embedded in his Power Exoskeleton, Iron Bar Can Win activated the AR virtual reality function of his glasses,

Wanli Sealed Blade used his Qi to lock onto the tracks of living creatures, merged his index and middle fingers to form a Sword technique, pointing remotely downward,

The python skin sword scabbard (Space Item, specifically for storing swords and sabers) tied at his waist released hundreds and thousands of weapons, such as swords, sabers, spears, halberds, axes, cleavers, hooks, and forks, rushing towards Pifu.

Faint shadows of warriors and soldiers could still be seen attached to the weapons.

These weapons were not only Brother Blade’s personal collection but also gifts from the Special Affairs Bureau brought back from the Script World—

Mobile Task Force agents traded modern weapons crafted with vacuum smelting, multiple tempering, titanium nitride coating, and high alloy steel with NPCs from the Script World, rarely failing to make a swap.

The Insect Transformation creature flew straight towards Wanli Sealed Blade, the Wolf Mad Demon Axe installed on its hand chopping and slashing, cutting the weapons like Moses parting the sea, the sound of metal tearing was unending.

What are these values of the grooves?

Cold sweat faintly seeped from Wanli Sealed Blade’s forehead, his left hand forming another Sword technique, as various weapons split like rivers to stab behind the Insect Transformation creature.

Li Cheng remained unmoved, while the scorpion tail raised the Prometheus Player, who numbly pulled the trigger of the rotating Gauss Machine Gun, smashing the swords and sabers.

Fortunately, Iron Bar Can Win took action at this moment.

Kneeling on one knee, he pulled one VCD audiovisual player after another from the void with both hands.

The power lights on the machines turned on, ejecting trays, projecting bright yellow leopards marked with the words "Golden Disc Leopard."

The so-called Golden Disc Leopard was an audiovisual brand created by Taiwan’s Hai-Li Record Group in the late century, which produced and released a large number of karaoke discs, once selling well in East Asia and Southeast Asia.

At this moment, these bright yellow leopard patterns soared up, swirling around Li Cheng, flying along diagonal lines chaotically.

The Golden Disc Leopard pattern itself caused no harm, merely inexplicably imposing forward resistance, akin to an air wall.

Three, two, one.

Five seconds of cooling time fleetingly passed, as the Disease Unclean Book started flipping again.

"Hmm?!"

"Ah!"

"Ah—"

Exclamations echoed throughout the hall, as the players still enduring Alice in Wonderland Syndrome were again subjected to physical and mental shocks.

Wanli Sealed Blade trembled all over, his eyes bulging. Iron Bar Can Win’s legs went weak, almost collapsing on the spot.

The reactions were most dramatic in White Horse Tombstone and Gao Chenluoxing during close combat.

The former planted his feet firmly on the ground, twisted his waist and hips, exerted force with his shoulders, used the full power of his body to bump away his opponent with his right shoulder, then sprung off the ground, jumping back repeatedly, pressing on his nonexistent phantom limb with a slightly flushed face.

Gao Chenluoxing was pushed back dozens of meters, without trying to retaliate, instead grimacing and covering his sparking crotch.

His set of implants was among the few non-Body Refinement systems that could spar with Close Combat Extraordinary.

However, like the other three troublesome friends in the Golden Spear Iron Horse Combination, Gao Chenluoxing voluntarily retained the "human" social attribute, not opting for complete mechanical ascension.

The brain, as well as the lower limbs, were original and untouched.

At this time, cursed by the Disease Unclean Book, he felt swollen stabbing pain, itchy from the inside out.

As if wearing wool trousers on mosquito-bitten thighs, with a thousand ants and yam water sprinkled inside.

"What the hell, this works too?"

The mysterious priority of the Plague Book was too high, even those like White Horse Tombstone and Hansel, who physically lacked lower limbs, felt as if they temporarily gained phantom limbs.

Five, four, three, two, one.

The cooling time turned again, and the Plague Book relentlessly continued to apply new diseases.

Respiratory system, digestive system, musculoskeletal, poisoned...

Li Cheng spread the curse impartially, and among the entire crowd, aside from Gray Rain, the ones least affected were actually Midnight Dad and Ω.

One specialized in voodoo witchcraft, the other in Evil Science Alliance’s soul manipulation; with summoning techniques unusable, it was indeed a meeting of equals.

"Pfft!"

Midnight Dad’s jaw opened beyond the human limit, spewing a column of fresh blood,

"Blood Control Skill?"

Ω took out fans made from Soul Stone with both hands, fanning with all his might to shatter the blood column, and said lightly amidst the bloody storm, "Is this the blood of Haitians? After standing out and achieving success, you do care about your hometown folks a lot, don’t you?"

"You evil mage who toys with souls still have the nerve to criticize me?"

Midnight Dad’s jaw remained open, and a straw doll at his wrist spoke for him, "At least I know what’s good and what’s bad. I won’t flaunt myself as a proponent of technological progress."

Midnight Dad was mocking the Evil Science Alliance whose many followers believed in technology supremacy, thinking mastering advanced technology gave them the right to set moral standards.

And Ω was mocking Midnight Dad’s Haitian background.

Haiti is located south of the United States in the Caribbean Sea, being one of the world’s most undeveloped, chaotic, and backward countries.

In the premise that the United States hadn’t messed around much in two hundred years, Haiti’s official government was completely dysfunctional, its only function was to intercept international aid, its legitimacy nearly zero, gangs controlling the country, exporting primary agricultural products and plasma.

Theoretically, being Haitian, a high-level player with his guild, Midnight Dad fully had the ability to return to Haiti, integrate gangs, and bring Haiti back on track. Even becoming president.

But why should he?

First, he immigrated to the United States before reaching adulthood, his impression of Haiti only being dirty, chaotic, poor, gang-infested, and the voodoo traditions passed down by his blind grandmother.

Second, with Haiti’s population of twelve million, over 50% illiteracy rate, on average dropping out of primary school, a junior college graduate is considered a high intellectual.

What the President of Haiti could enjoy, he could enjoy in New York.

What the President of Haiti couldn’t enjoy, he could also enjoy in New York.

As for the so-called pleasure of ruling others... These days, clone incubation pods aren’t that expensive,

In the killing field, find a scenic and serene place, clone tens of thousands of civilians, don’t just say president, you could even be an emperor yourself.

Breed 21 sons with his own genetic material, let them form a legion to expand territories, shouting something like "Congratulations Dad, you can claim the throne now."

Despite their mocking, the two moved without hesitation,

Ω’s figure floated forward, fanning towards Midnight Dad. Seeing the latter remain motionless, a jolt ran through his heart, quickly raising his hand, but it was too late to change the move.

Midnight Dad exploded into a cloud of white smoke on the spot, the Soul Stone-made fan cut into the voodoo doll’s shoulder,

The same injury reflected on Ω, his shoulder exploded, erupting with milky-white soul slurry filled with countless faces of men, women, and children.

The soul slurry poured like horizontal rain across the hall.

Iron Bar Can Win, already exhausted by continuous curses and trauma, got doused by the soul slurry, hearing countless whispers by his ear, he finally collapsed, letting go of his grasp on the VCD machine.

In mid-air, the image of the leopard instantly dissipated, the insect transform creature abruptly accelerated, the Wolf Mad Demon Axe hacked into Wanli Sealed Blade’s chest.

The standstill in the battle was instantly broken, White Horse Tombstone headbutted into Gao Chenluoxing’s jaw, giving him a concussion, followed by a Black Tiger Heart Stealer move, plunging into the cybernetic chest, pulling out the micro reactor,

with a sinister expression said, "A trap, huh? Cthulhu, huh? R’lyeh, huh?"

Gao Chenluoxing’s chest ribs flickered with electric currents, leaning against the wall, he said laboriously, "That Cadillac car went out of control because of me. But what Cthulhu, R’lyeh?"

"Uh?"

White Horse Tombstone was stunned by his words, "It wasn’t you?"

A wave of unease surged instantly, causing goosebumps all over his body to stand up.