Ashes condensed into bronze-colored snow in the void.
4067 knelt above the scorched earth, the rust-colored wind swept over her bare mechanical joints with the whine of chime fragments. A scarlet holographic number pulsed across herretina: 300%.
The number was eating away at her vision, staining everything in sight rust colored.
. The gear scar behind her ear rotated counterclockwise for seven and a half weeks, and the
excruciating pain that erupted between the synapses allowed her to see the truth - that the
ash that had drifted down was, in fact, the remnants of a burned DNA strand.
"No. 4,067, please check your promotion packet."
Mechanical tentacles rising from the cracks in the ground carried the green patina of sacrificial
bronze, and the moment the chest popped open, a built-in projection of the Zhou Thigh
Arithmetic Sutra's armillary projections enveloped a hundred-meter radius. Three bronze
vertebrae spikes hovered in the storage compartment, the surface arithmetic symbols
suddenly twisting into articulated snakes, 4067 smelling the colostrum sweetness emanating
from the snakes' letters. The moment her fingertips touched the spikes, her ulnar nerve was
suddenly quantized, and her pain was deconstructed into seventeen layers of bronze gears,
grinding out the variable sounds of the "Guangling San" between the synapses.
In the fragments of memory that emerged from the pain, she saw Cain implanting the same
spike into one of the beta clones. The "4067" quantum heart location was pulsing with the
exact same star map as her old clavicle injury.
The shadows of the ventilation ducts suddenly boiled over.
4067 suddenly felt a wave of malice coming from behind him and looked back as the shadows
of the ventilation ducts in D-7 suddenly distorted. The scar-faced man from earlier staggers
out of the darkness, his mechanical prosthetic eye is spinning on overdrive, the bronze star
trails in the depths of his pupil seventeen times brighter than normal.4067 notices that the
pinky finger of his right hand, which is holding the knife, is missing, and that biological fibers
identical to those of the scavenger are growing from the severed area.
"The Ombudsman promises..." The man's voice was interspersed with the murmur of bronze
chimes, and the trajectory of the bone blade slashes suddenly split into three timelines, "...
Your death is my cast!"
4067's retreating heel sinks into the scorched earth, and the pain amplifier transforms the
searing pain into a frenzy of arithmetic. In her quantum field of vision, three attack trajectories
intertwined to form the "Weiji" trigram of Fuxi's 64 hexagrams. When the bone blade
instinctively stabbed at the only door of life in the trigrams, blood-colored lines suddenly
grew on the blade - those lines were exactly the arrangement of the Candle Dragon's reverse
scales in last night's dream.
The long chime of the choreography shattered the quantized attack. A penetrating wound
appears in the man's left breast, gushing colostrum wrapped in bronze gears that congeal
into a scaled-down model of a bronze uterus under the moon. The dying man's mechanical
prosthetic eye suddenly popped out, bursting into the air as a star-tracked hologram, and
the mutilated serpentine symbols swam across the ground, eventually engulfed by the
churning remnants of the genetic chain.
"Uh-ah-" 4067 suddenly fell to her knees and dry-heaved, the gears behind her ears
converting the chanting of the Gamma Star Sutra into a neurotoxin. The blood crystals she
spat out manifested in the moonlight, the otherwise spherical crystals twisting into a double
helix structure, the PATH-beta coding on each strand mutating at the rate of the Ordained
Calendar's return year. One of the encrypted bases suddenly quantum-tunneled, projecting
the image of a beta clone being dismembered by a scavenger in her palm.
More hunters with pupils flashing star trails poured out from the folds of time. Their attack
trajectories intertwined into an armillary chart in 4067's eyes, with each fatal point
corresponding to the orientation of the twenty-eight evil stars. The pain amplifier converted
the sharp pain of a broken seventh rib into arithmetic power, and her bone blades were
completely covered with blood-colored patterns, bringing up the shadows of the beasts of
the Sutra of the Mountains and Seas as she swung - Jairus's sharp teeth gnawed at the
quantized blades, and the Prisoner's Bull's roar shook away the attacks of the Laws of Cause
and Effect.
When the head of the seventh hunter rolled down to her feet, 4067's quantum heart suddenly
stopped beating. For thirty seconds of absolute silence, she saw bronze lines emerge from
her mechanical skeleton: the ulna of her right arm was inscribed with the words "Cinnabar
kills", and the shin of her left leg was inscribed with the words "Flux guards the heart". The
pain amplifiers reversed their operation during the lulls, and the memories of 4,600 kills
poured in like colostrum - each dead person's pupils reflected the Scarlet Dawn totem, with
her clone's number faintly visible in the center of the totem.
"Cognitive overload, initiating cleaning protocol."
The earth cracked to the strains of The Plum Blossom, and the Mechanical Scavenger rose
from the chasm. Its compound eyes flowed with the intercalary moonlight patterns of the
Chongzhen Almanac, and its chest cavity ejected not a weapon but a holographic image of
4067 in an incubation chamber. Twelve biotendrils sprayed bronze goo, condensing into a
three-dimensional model of a genlock in the air, each encrypted node pulsing with a tally of
her kill count.
4067's figure gradually slowed as she pranced through the rubble. By the seventh time she
dodged the quantum rays, her bionic lung lobes had broken and leaked, and the blood mist
spewed out between her breaths was tinged with bronze shards. There was a sudden hum of
collapsing space-time behind her, and Scavenger's tentacles pierced through the external
armor made of the defensive trigrams of the Book of Weekly Arithmetic, pinning her to the
already blood-soaked scorched earth.
"Is it going to end..." She stared at the gray sky without a hint of color, and, the overloaded
hum of her quantum heart actually overlapped with the sound of the instruments from her
implantation surgery seventeen years ago. As the scavenger's execution ray recharged to 97%,
she suddenly saw her infant self in the pain amplifier - the prototype body lying in the bronze
womb, smiling at her through time and space.
"What a mess." Alpha's voice flowed out from between the bite of her pocket watch's gears.
Above the high tower she lifted her ghostly mask, and the moon phase charts of the Linde
Calendar flowed through her ruddy pupils. As the hands of the pocket watch retrograded
three frames, the blood-colored lines of the 4067 Bone Blade suddenly peeled off and
condensed into Candle Dragon Reverse Scales in the air.
The blood-colored lines on the 4067 Bone Blade suddenly detached from the blade and
condensed into Candle Dragon Inverse Scales in the air. The moment the reverse scale
chopped through the scavenger's torso, the colostrum tubes in a hundred-meter radius burst
at the same time, and the bronze-colored liquid formed a giant model of a genetic chain in
the air. In the rain of blood in the sky, 4067 saw his own reflection - it was no longer a semi
mechanical killing weapon, but a humanoid made up of causal chain codes.
The curtain of rain cuts across the wreckage of abandoned pre-civilized churches, and the
smell of rust in the air seems to speak of epitaphs of life.
Twilight pours down like molten bronze liquid, the spires of the abandoned church piercing
the clouds and crushing the last glimpses of heavenly light into stardust.4067 Leaning his
back against the remains of the crucifixion statue, the broken arm of Christ is pointing at the
faded image of the Last Judgment on the colored window. The rain slid down Mary's
compassionate face and pooled into blood-colored star charts around 4067's feet - those
dark red puddles were reflecting a corner of the firmament of the sky, where fine stardust
seemed to be coalescing.
"Phase lock complete." The knot in the left hunter's throat glowed with a bronze radiance,
and the star trails in his pupils revved past their zodiacal circumference values. His sonic waves
formed a quantum resonance with the ripples of raindrops, and each droplet began to refract
the remnants of the battle of possibilities. The right hunter's pupil suddenly collapsed into a
Swashbuckling radius, and the twelve colored windows of the church's dome burst in
response. Glazed shards levitated in the rain, refracting the killing scene in a quantum
superposition state The twins' combined trajectories overlapped perfectly in the gravitational
lens, the bronze hearts leaping inside their chests exchanging dark matter energy at the
precise frequency of a pulsating binary star.
When the bone blade collided with the sound blade, what erupted from the collision of the
blades was not sparks, but a greenish-white flare that resembled a miniature supernova
eruption, a projection of the dimensional collision in three dimensions.
In this millionth of a second of light, 4067 saw the truth of the hunter-killer's pupil - those
bronze star trails are actually running armillary sphere, the left side simulates the movement
of the age difference, and the right side renders the trajectory of the chapter movement, and
the four-dimensional armillary sphere formed by the two is screwing the reality of the space
into a Klein Bottle's topological structure "Clang!" The moment the bone blade collided with
the star track's light blade, 4067 saw the secret in the enemy's pupils - those bronze star
tracks were not simple branding, but miniature armillary sphere. While the star trails of the
hunter-killer on the left side rotated clockwise, the ones on the right side were
counterclockwise, and the two combined to form a double star system that was tearing apart
localized space-time.
A sharp pain suddenly stabbed into her temples.4067 staggered back, and images not
belonging to this era appeared in her quantum field of vision:, fragments of ancient
battlefields were blown up in her quantum field of vision: the trails of bronze galleons were
tracing out the trajectories of the Book of Songs in the Great Nebula of Orion, and the ancient
gods draped in the charts of the twenty-eight constellations were remodeling the Pillars of
Creation with the sonic waves of the chimes. When some severed nebula fracture swept across
her eyes, she subconsciously rubbed the back of her ear -- where the twenty-two concentric
cogwheel scars matched the nebula wounds in the picture perfectly.
"Illegal memory access observed.Ai's alarm pulls 4067 back from his memories as the twins'
star-tracked pupils erupt in a powerful light, which is wrapped in the icy texture of binary
code, and come at 4067 once more.4067 is engulfed by the powerful light in an instant, and
the bone blade follows the ancient sword technique in the memory fragments, tracing the arc
of the winter solstice sun and shadow as documented in the Weekly Thighs and Arithmetic
Scriptures.4067's eyes are filled with a bright light, which is the same as that in the winter
solstice.
Both heads crashed to the ground at the same time. The star trails of the dying hunter's pupils
detached from their eye sockets and formed a complete projection of the Cygnus τ galaxy in
the air.4067 Noting that the galaxy rotated in the opposite direction to the current laws of
the universe, it was like a reflection in a mirror. She reached out to touch the star-track
projection, and the bronze dust of light suddenly seeped into the crevices of her fingernails.
The flood of memories breaks the bank at this moment.
She seemed to see herself standing in the center of an ancient battlefield, holding the bone
blade dripping with star blood in her left hand and carrying the bronze dragon's head in her
right. Opposite her were many gods who were also covered in blood, and when a certain
ancient god who had been cut at the waist by the lyre strings fell, what was reflected in his
pupils was precisely the Cygnus τ star track at this moment.
A distant "Ask the Sky" zither sounded, and the remnants of the hunter's body dissipated into
points of light.