The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era

The mercenaries swallowed their saliva and lost the drone, and also lost the means of security reconnaissance.

For them, stepping into the magnificent woodland in front of them became even more difficult. It is said that the land in front of them was originally covered with rubbish. They were piled up like mountains, and they were endless. Now what they saw was a wild and vast virgin jungle.

Green, colorful plants grow wild under the night sky, pink giant flowers, green vines and towering ancient trees can be seen everywhere, moss and rocks are everywhere. It would be hard to imagine such a vibrant landscape without seeing it with your own eyes.

The drone was easily shot down in the forest, and these mercenaries felt a strong threat, but the warriors who came to the battlefield were not easily deterred.

In principle they are heading towards inevitable death, and this is a business that pays a price in blood. No matter how cruel and terrifying the supernatural phenomenon, they must sacrifice their lives.

In addition, the insurance company will double-check their death reports, and the cowardly death will prevent their loved ones from getting compensation.

In an age where ideals and courage can be bought with money, mercenaries murmured at the threat of nothingness, exchanged glances, made sure each other's morale was high, and then checked their weaponry one last time.

Eight people carried "Snake" 7mm main battle rifles, and four used electric submachine guns, which can easily use high-speed energy ammunition to destroy armor. Other items such as frag grenades, pulse bombs, healing needles, repair kits, stabs or daggers are also available.

After checking, they left two to guard the retreating ship, while the rest stepped into the magnificent woodland with mortal determination.

Modern mercenaries are more flexible than their predecessors in the era. They have undergone a moderate amount of human modification and are equipped with composite artificial eyes, which have both magnification, night vision, and lookout functions, replacing the bulky night vision goggles and telescopes. Improvements also allow them to wear light and sturdy helmets and armor.

Not only that, they carry less cumbersome rocket launchers and individual anti-aircraft missiles, and instead use wrist pop-up bee-type missiles and laser shoulder cannons, which are more portable. These man-made kits are connected together by a cluster of bionic circuits that run through the spine and are powered uniformly.

There are various ways of supplying energy. If the power consumption of the device is low, micro-gears in the knee joints are usually used. As the mercenaries move through the forest, the gears in their knees rotate rapidly with each step they take to generate electricity.

The electronics buried in their bodies make them feel extra confident, they don't move forward entirely on flesh and blood, and companies, developers and retailers are secretly helping to make them the sophisticated mercenaries of this era, advertising in promotional programs Words also make them feel more at ease.

"Safety ahead."

"No trace of monster detected."

"No life response within 200 meters."

"Get up, be sure to collect enough information to figure out what's going on here." The mercenaries marched in tactical formation to ensure that threats in all directions would be discovered at the first time, while constantly recording the images in front of them.

After walking for ten minutes, they had penetrated deep into the magnificent woodland, and even picked up the drone that had been shot down before, which was severely damaged by electromagnetic interference.

"It's too quiet here." A mercenary couldn't help but said, moving his gun down an inch, looking up at the cloudy sky, with the full moon hidden behind the clouds.

Almost in response to his words, a rustling sound came from the soil.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of strong and powerful vines broke out, entangling and capturing them like ropes! The mercenaries shouted to destroy the vines with guns, flamethrowers or sabers.

Every tree shook violently at this time, making an extremely harsh and chaotic sound, and the fluttering green vines caused the mercenaries to be thrown into confusion.

They went from fearless tech warriors to frightened herds in an instant, facing the world's most formidable adversary - nature itself.

The earth is unreliable, the soil is churning underfoot, the sweet smell of pollen bounces on their olfactory receptors, the vines are whip-like and sharp-edged, madly pouring nature's wrath on them.

"Be careful!"

"Stay away!" A mercenary pulled down the handle of a portable flamethrower, which had its end attached to his abdomen, drawing liquid fuel from his metal intestines, and he saw blue-green flames explode in front of him , the sea of ​​fire spreads over the grass, the night is illuminated, the grass is lit, the more fuel the jets consume, the lighter he feels on his body.

He growled loudly, vowing to conquer nature until the black creature appeared again.

boom!

Another thunder light spread out at high speed, swept across the battlefield like a giant transparent blade waving in the blink of an eye. The most advanced protective equipment on the scene could not resist the electromagnetic pulse wave of this level. They screamed and lost control of their bodies. They were as fragile as if all their bones had been removed. They easily fell to the ground, and their internal organs were set on fire.

When they lost all their electrical appliances, the only thing they could do was to see the monster with the naked eye and shudder at its terrifying appearance.

It was it that used lightning to shoot down the drone before. It was a giant rat, the largest female rat man. She had a slender head, a giant snout full of sharp teeth, a slender body, long legs that arched back, and roots at the ends of her limbs. A rat's claw, unusually sharp, a razor-like long tail swept around behind him, and deformed bone spurs continued to grow along his back, a complete nightmare.

"No, no..." The mercenaries lay on the ground in pain. When the end of their lives was approaching, their greatest wish was to deny all this. They were sad and greedy to enjoy the last time of their lives, and every second of their breath was lost. Precious enough.

The ruthless natural executioners followed, vines wrapping around their necks, hanging them up and dragging them away, tightening their restraints along the way until they were exhausted.

The corpses of these mercenaries will hang evenly on the fringes of the majestic woodlands, weathered by the wind and the sun, becoming food for crows and maggots, and their decaying and festering appearance will warn those who come before they step into this horrific landscape. Think twice before protecting woodland.

"Pretty." Farosa appeared from the depths of the dense forest at night, approaching the **** slaughterhouse step by step. The pungent smell of burning gasoline on the ground reminded her of those failed works in the alchemy workshop.

"You're here too." Sally turned around and looked down at Farosa.

"I like it here, I like to be with people of equal power." Farosa walked up to Sally and spoke to her like a long-lost friend, "I used to believe that I was superior, so I was mocked by fate, Call me a lonely shadow, forced to flee alone. Now I am keen to make allies, I hope this time I can overcome the enemy and win."

Sally only felt terrified in front of Farosa. The witch regarded life as a child's play. Life and death were between her thoughts. She had to obey and cater to her side, otherwise she would be punished.

She turned her head to look at the dark forest, hoping to see the ancient gods dormant here, but sighed no, those vines retreated into the depths of the earth, the trees stopped shaking, and she was left to face Farosa herself.

"I'm just looking for answers." Sally walked faster and faster in the depths of the woods, "I like this big woodland."

"Better than any city..." Farosa followed closely behind, Sally ran, and she walked like a phantom. She walked through the woods like a phantom. Follow slowly.

Sally came to the huge golden tree in the center of the magnificent woodland. It has luxuriant branches, and every leaf exudes a golden light. The forest lord has deeply planted part of his deep power here, making it grow strong and strong. Anti-pollution erosion.

"After the Lord of the Forest came," Sally said, "the golden tree in Rat Village also mutated, and my people are changing towards our natural nature."

"Rats?" Farosa said contemptuously.

"People." Sally solved the puzzle. She climbed up the giant golden tree and hung herself upside down on the golden branches with her tail. Her soft-haired body was covered only by a few leaves and animal skins, which made her feel More at ease, "Rat people are turning back into people."

"The Rat Man should be like the Rat Man," Farosa said. "Otherwise, it would be indecent." She also thought about the millions of Rat Man, who would be the most qualified labor force, dedicated to all the work that required heavy labor. .

"You don't understand." Sally's body slid up, she stretched out her slender arms, and climbed the tree halfway upright, her voice came from a distance, echoing in the woods, "They received education and returned to At work, I get respect and rest, and then I gradually become human again.”

"real?"

"I was all wrong before," Sally climbed to the heights. "I thought the Rat Man was an eternal change. But when you think about it, the disrespected and hardest people gradually turned into the Rat Man. , and this process can also be reversed, and the rat people can return to ordinary people."

"Nisto Company?" Farosa stared at Sally's huge black figure, imprinted in the splendid canopy of the golden tree, and in her eyes it looked like a black spot that needed to be torn off.

"They change the fastest." Sally sat on the top of the golden branch, "I sent three rat men, they put on work clothes, hats and masks, bent over to work in the corner, and got paid. On three days its hair was rapidly reduced, and on the seventh day they woke up and saw their human appearance in the mirror. Then I told them to leave the rat village for good, lest they become mice again. A new life began. This is in Rat Village has become a cyclical business, and there are fewer and fewer rats in Rat Village.”

"You are reducing your own followers." Farosa sneered in a low voice, "You must be weaker than before."

"So I came here to find a chance to relax, and I made a difficult decision." Sally took a deep breath from the canopy of the tree, looking at the bustling city of Anju in the distance, "I want to help everyone, I want the rat people to be one One by one, I will become human again, and when the rat village is emptied, I will go elsewhere and continue to heal the rat people around the world and teach them how to become human.”

"Too stupid." Farosa sneered, "If I had the ability to transform people into witches, I would do so without hesitation. Make them my admirers, look up to my divine might, and increase my strength. "

"Everyone took good care of me from start to finish," Sally murmured, "I want to help everyone."

"You don't get it," Farosa reminded, "you're totally mistaken; if the Rat People are mice, they are a unique group, with their own culture, racial traits, and advantages. If you turn them back into humans, They will become numbers, like cannon fodder for the mercenaries who were killed before."

"The worst human beings are doing better than the Rat People," Sally said.

"You still don't understand. There are too many humans in this world. What you have to do is to protect the rat people and increase the diversity of species. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"So we exist to increase diversity!" Sally snarled at Farosa with her head down.

The huge scream made Farosa frown, deeply resented for such an obvious transgression, and such an offense deserved punishment.

But when Farosa looked up, she saw cracks appear in the golden tree, and each crack was filled with countless pairs of eyes, staring at Farosa, making her unable to move.

"Don't forget, you are first and foremost a witch. Rat-man witch." Farosa dropped these words, then turned away from the golden tree.

Looking at Farosa leaving, Sally fell silent.

Yes. First and foremost a witch. Sally raised her hand to the sky and looked at the layers of hair growing on her arms. The chaotic beliefs of the Rat people gathered into the dewdrops, and she drank the dewdrops without discrimination, and then it became like this.

Sally didn't tell Farosa what she guessed—

If all the rat people become human, then the belief projection of the rat people will also disappear, and Sally will also fall from the deformed form of the rat demon and return to the original appearance.

However, even if she told this idea to Farosa, she would ridicule herself, thinking that Sally did not cherish the precious divine power. Farosa will never take the initiative to understand others.

Farosa is so nice and has everything. Sally lay in the depths where the branches of the golden trees meet, huddled like a mouse, surrounded by dense golden branches and leaves, like a curtain and a veil.

Farosa has people who love her, a group of dedicated staff, a large group of young witches listening to her teachings, and acquaintance with many powerful ancient beings. And Sally is just an ordinary female mouse.

The ideal of the little mouse is not important in the first place. Sally was so relieved. Then she crouched in the tree and slowly fell asleep.

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