Chapter 61 Chapter VII

In the morning, Johnny teleported to the Revival Arrow at the same time as usual.He waited in the square for a while, and then passed to the ancient settler museum on Tianlongxing 7.There, he immediately teleported to the core terminal of Beidao, and then transmitted to the world of saints in the forest of gods. We've agreed on a time in advance, and now I'm waiting for him on the Arrow of Restoration, hiding in the shadows behind the colonnade. After Johnny went in, two more people went in, and then a man with braids went in too.He's a Lutherian, no doubt about it - look at that hive-pale face, look at that muscular and bulky body, look at the haughty way he walks, he might be my long-lost brother.

He never looked Johnny in the eye, but I could see the look of surprise on his face when the Cyberman wandered over to the Outer Portal.I stood back and swiped his card, just a glance, but I bet it was a tracking card. Braid was extremely careful in the Museum of the Old Settlers, watching Johnny not to let him go far, but also looking behind him anytime and anywhere.I was wearing a Zen spiritual meditation suit, isolation goggles and all that kind of camouflage.I wandered around and came to the external portal of the museum. I didn't even glance in their direction, and went straight to the God Forest.

It made me amused, leaving Jonny alone, to shuttle through the museum while I headed to the main North Island terminal, but both were public places, and it was a planned adventure. Jonny came out of the World Tree's arrival portal, bought a round-the-world ticket, and the timing was just right.His accompanying follower had to hurry up to catch up. This guy jumped out from hiding, and finally boarded before the public skimmer left.I was already in the back seat on the upper deck, and Johnny took a seat up front, and the plan was going very well.Now, in my basic tourist attire, and besides me, a dozen other tourists with imagers running, Braid hurriedly took a seat behind Jonny, three rows between us.

Tours around the World Tree are always exciting—my father took me on my first ride when I was just three—but this time, the Skimmer weaves through the highway-sized branches, circling Going up the tree trunks as tall as Mount Olympus, I was not in the same mood as before. I saw a hooded saint and found myself reacting almost on pins and needles. Jonny and I discussed all sorts of ways, if Braid shows up, how we're going to track him down, follow him, get to his lair, if need be, we're going to spend a few weeks trying to trace back to the roots of his game, These methods are clever and very cunning.In the end, I chose a more straightforward approach.

The public boat dumped us near the Muir Museum, and the crowd milled around the square, torn between two thoughts: whether to pay ten marks for a ticket to gain some insight, or to go straight to the gift shop and be done.At this moment, I walked up to Braid, grabbed his arm tightly, and said to him in a conversational tone, "Hey! Can you tell me what the fuck you want to do with my client?" There's a well-worn saying that Lutherians are as nimble as a gastric lavage device, and half as comfortable.If you think I can convince you of this half of the sentence, then the bias of the second half of the sentence is really far away.

He is as fast as lightning.Even though my seemingly random grab had paralyzed the muscles in his right arm, the dagger in his left hand slashed towards him. Immediately I fell to the right, the dagger sliced ​​through the air, centimeters away from my cheek, I fell on the pavement, rolled over, the nerve stunner had conjured up in me, and I was kneeling Standing up, he faced his threat. But no intimidation.Braid ran away.At large.run away from me.Run away from Johnny.He pushed the tourists aside, dodged and avoided them, and ran towards the museum entrance. The stunner slid back into the cuff and I started running too.Stunners are great melee weapons - as easy to aim as a shotgun, and if the spread of radiation hits an innocent bystander, it won't have dire consequences - but if you go beyond eight At a distance of ten meters, it is a waste.Had the stunner been on full fire, I might have given half the tourists in the plaza a splitting headache with it, but Braid was too far gone for that distance to knock him down.I followed closely.

Johnny came running towards me.I waved to him and told him to go back. "Keep an eye on me!" I yelled. "Use the tracker!" Braid jumps over a round pole, pushes past visitors, and enters the gate.And I was in hot pursuit. I entered the silent auditorium, saw him shoving up the crowded escalators and up to the hiking mezzanine, and then I finally understood where he was headed. When I was three years old, my father took me on a tour of the Saints' hiking trails.The portals to the excursions are always open; on thirty worlds the saint's ecologists maintain certain natural landscapes which they think will please Muir, and to complete the guided tour of the thirty worlds, It will take about three hours.I can't remember exactly, but I think these routes should be some circular paths, and the portals are close together, so that it is easy for the saints guides and maintenance personnel to pass.

Damn it. There was a uniformed guard standing beside the traveling portal. He saw the noisy scene and saw the braid taking a shortcut and ran over, so he walked forward and stopped in front of the braid, trying to intercept the unknown man. polite intruder.Although it was fifteen meters away, I still saw the expression on the old guard's face showing shock and doubt. He staggered back, the long dagger with braids stuck in his chest, and the handle stood upright. Where. The old guard, probably a retired local police officer, looked down, his face was pale, he carefully touched the bone knife handle as if it was not real, and then fell headlong on the floor tiles of the mezzanine.The tourists screamed.Someone is calling for a doctor.I saw Braid push aside a Saints guide and scurry into the glowing portal.

Things deviate from my plan. I quickened my pace and jumped towards the portal. Going through the portal, where I almost slipped, the grass on the mountainside was extremely slippery.The sky above was a lemon yellow.There was a tropical smell in the air.Horrified faces turned towards me.Braid was running towards another teleporter, and he took a shortcut, passing through the carefully planted flower beds, kicking the bonsai away.I recognized it as Fuji Star.Unable to stop, I slid down the hill and climbed up again on all fours, across flower beds, following the trail of devastation left by my braids. "Stop that man!" I yelled, realizing how stupid it was.No one moved, except for a Japanese tourist who held up her imager and recorded the footage.

Braid turned to look at me as he pushed and shoved through a group of goose tourists and stepped into the teleportation portal. I got the stunner in my hand again and waved it at the crowd. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" They hurriedly vacated the space. I walked in cautiously, stunner in hand.Braid has lost his dagger, but I don't know what other gadgets he's carrying. The water shines brightly.The violent waves of the Infinity Sea.A narrow wooden passage forms a hiking trail, and ten meters below is a load-bearing floating dock.The trail leads into the distance, turns around a fairyland of coral reefs and yellow kelp islands, and then back again.But at the end, there's an extremely narrow passage that takes a shortcut to a portal at the end of the path.Braid climbed up the forbidden entrance and was already halfway down the narrow passage.

I walked ten steps, came to the end of the platform, selected dense beam and fully automatic state, raised the stunner, and swiped back and forth there, emitting an invisible beam of light. tube shot. Braid seemed to stumble a little there, but he made it through the last ten meters and rolled into the portal.I spit and swear and climb up the entrance, and a Saints guide shouts from behind me, and I don't care about him.I caught a glimpse of a sign that reminded visitors to wear thermal suits, but I was already in the portal and barely felt the sting of snow and ice from passing through the teleportation screen. The blizzard howled, whipped the bow-shaped containment field, and turned the tourist tracks into a tunnel in the blinding white.Dragon Star VII - the northern extension, in order to protect the Arctic Phantom, the Saints lobbied globally and successfully prevented the colonization heating plan.I can feel the 1.7 times standard gravity field pressing against my shoulders, like the yoke of my physical training equipment.It's a pity that Braid is also a Lutheran; if he's built for the Web, I'll have no trouble catching him here.Now, let us see who has the better physique. Fifty meters ahead of the trail, Braid turned to look at me.The other teleporter was somewhere nearby, but the blizzard had infested so much that it was impossible to see or touch anything near the trail.I started striding towards him.Considering the influence of gravity, this road is the shortest on the Saints hiking trail, only about two hundred meters.I moved closer and closer to the braid, and now I could hear him panting.With the wind under my feet, I run lightly; there's no way he'll get to the next teleporter before I do.I didn't see any other tourists on the trail, and so far, they haven't been chasing us.I thought to myself, this place is not too bad, let's torture him here. The braid was still thirty meters away from the exit portal. He suddenly turned around, knelt down on one knee, and raised his energy pistol to aim at me.The first round came close, probably because the weapon hadn't adapted to Draco's gravity field, but it was close enough to be within a meter of me.The trail was scorched by slag, melting the permafrost.He readjusted the crosshair. I jumped out of the concealment field, squeezed through the elastic resistance field with my shoulders, staggered and rolled into the stream, the water reached my waist, the cold wind burned my lungs, and the wind swept the blizzard. , On my face, on my bare arms, there are clusters of snowflakes glued together.I saw Braid looking for me on the bright trail, but now, with the dark blizzard helping me, I kicked off and waded across the stream to him. Braid squeezed his head, shoulders, and one hand through the walls of the enclosure, his head tilted sideways, and snow and ice poured down like a cannonball, covering his face and forehead in no time.He fires a second shot, but it's high enough that I can feel the heat of the bullet.Now, I was only ten meters away from him; I set the stunner to the widest scattering state, buried my body in the snowdrift, and fired it in his direction without raising my head. Braid's energy pistol fell into the snowdrift, and he fell back into the containment field. I screamed triumphantly, my shout lost in the roar of the storm.Then I staggered toward the field wall.Now, my hands and feet seem to no longer belong to me, and the feeling of cold pain has also disappeared.My cheeks and ears were burning violently.I didn't think about whether I was frostbitten, and immediately jumped towards the field. It's a Class III field, built to keep out bad weather and anything as massive as a Phantom of the North Pole, yet allow the occasional stray tourist and errand saint to re-enter the trail.But now, I'm so weak from the cold that I find myself flapping on it for a while, like a fly flapping on plastic, my feet slipping in the snow and ice.Finally, I slammed forward with all my strength and finally landed heavily and awkwardly, and then I dragged my feet in. The sudden warmth in Xiaodao made me tremble uncontrollably.Shards of rain and snow fell from me, and I managed to get to my knees, then stood up. Braid was running toward the exit portal, only the last five yards to go, his right arm dangling, seemingly snapped.I know the pain of being hit by a nerve stunner, and I don't envy him.I started to give chase again, and he looked back, then walked in. Maui approx.It was hot and smelled of the sea and vegetation.The sky is as blue as the old land.I noticed at once that the road led to the Mobile Isles, one of the few free islands the Saints had rescued from the teachings of the Overlord.It's a big island, maybe a kilometer from one end to the other, the entrance portal is on a wide deck that wraps around the trunk of the main treesail, I'm standing on the vantage point of the portal and see the huge treesail leaves Blown by the wind, the indigo rudder vines spread far behind.The exit portal was just down the stairs fifteen meters away, but I immediately saw that Braid was running in the opposite direction. He was running along the main road, towards a cluster of huts and a concession stand, which was at the end of the island. edge. Only here, in the middle of the Saints hiking trail, are they allowed to build some human structures to provide a shelter for tired hikers, where travelers can buy some food and drink, or buy some souvenirs for the Saints brothers will raise funds.I began to jog down the wide steps to the path below, still shaking, my clothes soaked by the rapidly melting snow.I wondered, why did the braids run into the crowd? I saw bright blankets that had been rolled out to rent, and it dawned on me.Huo Ying Flying Carpet!They're illegal on most of the Web worlds, but on Maui, they're traditional thanks to the legend of Sealy; two meters long and one meter wide, this ancient plaything lies there waiting, expecting to bring tourists Take a swim out to sea and back again to the roaming islands.If the braid gets one of them... I tried my best to rush over, and when the Lusus was only a few meters away from the Hawk Flying Carpet, I caught up with him and grabbed his calf.The two of us got tangled up and rolled into the area of ​​the concession stand where a lot of tourists were yelling and yelling and fleeing in all directions. My dad once taught me something that other kids tend to forget in their perilous moments: Big guys always beat small guys.Now, we're pretty much evenly matched in size.The braid twisted and dragged my hand, jumped up, spread my arms, fingers spread wide, and put on an oriental fighting posture.Well, now let's see who is better. Braid strikes first, he straightened the four fingers of his left hand, pretending to stab, but the flying leg followed and attacked me.I flew to dodge, but I still couldn't dodge the move. The blow was so powerful that I lost all feeling in my left shoulder and upper arm. Braid leaped backwards.I am everywhere.He clenched his right fist and swung it over.I block.His left hand was chopped off immediately.I blocked it again with my right forearm.He continued to jump back, turned around quickly, and swept forward with his left foot.I dodged, grabbed his flying leg, and dropped it on the sand. Braid jumped up.Immediately I landed a left uppercut that knocked him to the ground.He twisted his body and fell to his knees in a daze.I lifted my foot and kicked him behind the left ear, which was enough to knock him unconscious. Very sober.A second later, I realized that he was still awake, and he stabbed with four fingers, attacking my weakness, intending to stab my heart.Although it missed, it still hurt the muscle in my right chest.I punched him hard in the mouth, blood spattered instantly, and he rolled to the waterline and stopped moving.Behind us, people were running towards the exit portal, with several yelling for the police to come. I took the man who tried to kill Johnny by the pigtails, picked him up, and dragged him to the edge of the island, and soaked his head in the water until he woke up.Then I rolled over him and pulled him up by the ragged, stained front of his shirt.We only have a minute or two, when the time comes, someone will come over. Braid looked up and glared at me.I shook him again and leaned closer, "Listen, friend," I whispered, "I'll talk to you briefly, and give me an honest answer. Let me ask you first, who are you? Why are you pestering you to follow me?" the one from?" I felt a surge of electricity, and then I saw the blue.I cursed and let go of his shirt front.The electric aura seemed to immediately surround Braid's entire body.I jerk backwards, but my hair is standing on end, and the surge control alarm on my comlog is screaming.Braids opened his mouth wide to shout, and I saw the blue light in his mouth, like a bad holographic special effect.The front of his shirt sizzled, blackened, and suddenly caught fire.Underneath the clothes, the breasts were spotted with blue spots, like old film burning inside.The blue became bigger, merged together, and then became bigger and bigger.I peered into his chest and saw the organs melt under the blue flames.He screamed again, and this time I heard it, and I watched teeth and eyes caving in blue flames. I took another step back. Now he was burning violently, orange flames replacing blue light.His flesh exploded outward with flames that seemed to set his bones ablaze.In less than a minute he had been reduced to smoking charred flesh, a body so shrunken that it assumed the shape of the old dwarf boxer that all firewrecked are.I turned around, covered my mouth with my hands, and searched the expressions of the bystanders to see if they were doing the same thing as me.What I saw were pairs of wide-open eyes.In the distance above, security guards in gray uniforms rushed out of the teleporter.Damn.I look around.The tree sail undulates and rises up and down above the head.Radiant tarantulas, beautiful even in daylight, flit over colorful tropical vegetation.The sun dances on the blue ocean.Access to both portals is blocked.Among the group of security guards, the one at the head drew a weapon. I took three steps at a time and came to the nearest Huoying flying carpet. I rode on this thing twenty years ago. I tried to remember how the flight control wire was activated, and clicked on the parts desperately. Huo Ying's flying carpet straightened and rose, ten centimeters above the beach sand.I can now hear the shouts of the security guards, who have run to the edge of the crowd.A woman, wearing a flashy Renaissance Arrow costume, pointed in my direction.I jumped off the Huoying flying carpet, picked up the other seven flying carpets, and jumped onto mine again.I almost missed the mess of flying gear under the blanket, and finally, I slapped the forward controls, and the carpet suddenly tipped sideways and flew up, nearly knocking me off of it on takeoff. Fifty meters away, thirty meters high, I threw the rest of the flying carpet into the sea, then turned the flying carpet to see how things were going on the beach.Several gray uniforms crowded around the charred remains, making a mess.One was holding a silver staff, indicating that I was aiming. I felt a burning sting in my arms, shoulders, and neck.My eyelids drooped and I almost fell off the right side of the blanket.I quickly stretched out my left hand, tightly grasped the left side of the blanket, and collapsed forward suddenly, my fingers were as stiff as stones.I clicked on the ascending device, and the flying carpet climbed again.I fumbled in the right sleeve for the stunner.But the cuffs are empty. A minute later, I was sitting up, with most of the vertigo gone, though my fingers were still burning and my head was hurting badly.The moving island is already far behind, and it is getting smaller every second.A century ago, the island was supposed to have been propelled by pods of dolphins that were originally brought here during the Great Exodus, but during the Shili Rebellion, Mauiyo and the Overlord signed a settlement that killed most aquatic mammals.Now, the islands roam listlessly, carrying their cargo: Web visitors and resort hosts. I looked towards the horizon to see if there were other islands around, any sign of a rare continent.But nothing.Or, to be more precise, only the blue sky, boundless.The ocean, a few soft clouds in the west.Or, is that the East? I removed the comlog from the belt buckle, pressed the key for the UDN, and stopped.If the authorities have chased me that far, then the next step is to accurately measure my location and send out a skimmer or a security electromagnetic vehicle.I'm not sure if they could trace my comlog if I logged in.But I have no reason to help them find me.I thumbed the connection, put it on standby, and looked around again. Braun, what a coup!Wandering around 200 meters above the ground, there is a Huoying flying carpet with a history of three centuries under his buttocks. God knows how many hours the power of its flight control circuit can last...or a few minutes?Thousands of kilometers away from any land.be lost.Awesome.I folded my arms and sat there thinking. "Ms. Lamia?" Johnny's soft voice suddenly made me jump off the flying carpet. "Johnny?" I stared at the comlog.It's still on standby.The light on the general comm frequency indicator is still dimmed. "Johnny, is that you?" "Of course it's me. I thought you'd never open the comlog." "How did you track me? What band are you using?" "Never mind what band. Where are you?" I laughed and told him I had no idea where I was. "Can you help me?" "Wait," after a pause of just a few seconds, "yes, I found you on a weather satellite. Very primitive stuff. Luckily, your Hawk Carpet has a passive wireless transponder." I stare at this blanket, step away from it, and I'll fall into the sea with a long and loud sound. "Really? Can anyone else find me?" "Yes," Johnny said, "but I'm jamming special signals. Now, where are you going?" "Home." "I don't think it's wise, um... lo and behold, our suspect is dead." I narrowed my eyes, suspicious suddenly. "How do you know? I didn't say a word." "Be serious, Ms. Lamia. Six worlds, the security bands are flooded with this news. They have described your face very well." "Damn it." "Damn it. Now, where do you want to go?" "Where are you?" I asked, "Still in my seat?" "No. I got out of there after the security band mentioned you. I'm . . . by a teletransmitter." "Yeah, I need to find a teleporter now." I looked around again.The sea, the blue sky, and a few clouds.At least not a fleet of electromagnetic vehicles. "Yes," Johnny said in a hollow voice, "less than ten kilometers from your current location, there is a multi-purpose portal abandoned by the military." I shaded the sun with my hand and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees. "There's a ghost," I said, "I don't know how far the horizon is from me, but it's at least forty kilometers away, and I can't even see a ghost." "It's a submarine base," Johnny said. "Hold on. I'm going to take over control." Huo Ying's flying carpet tilted again, dived downward, and then began to fall steadily.I clasped my hands tightly, resisting the urge to scream. "Sub," I yelled against the blast of the wind, "how far?" "How deep do you mean?" "right!" "Eight search." I converted this ancient unit to meters.This time I couldn't hold back anymore and screamed. "That's fourteen meters underwater!" "Where do you think the submarine should be hiding?" "What do you want me to do? Hold your breath?" The ocean rushed towards me. "That's not necessary," said the comlog. "The Flying Carpet of Huoying has a primitive protective field. It should be easy to hold on to a distance of only eight fathoms. Be sure to hold on tight." I have a firm grip.