Chapter 404: Chapter 130: What’s scary isn’t the virus, but the green security software.
The battles between hackers in cyberspace somewhat resemble the fights between stand users.
In the eyes of ordinary people in reality, the two just lie motionless in hacker chairs or bathtubs, and then suddenly one begins to emit electric sparks all over, trembling and giving off the aroma of grilled brain.
Only from another perspective, entering cyberspace can one see how magnificent the battles between hackers really are.
Players are shocked to see a figure suddenly emerging from the distant horizon, emitting a blue light all over, barely recognizable as human-like, and completely indistinct in appearance or gender.
Its appearance makes the originally overcast, thunderous sky suddenly erupt with a dense symphony of thunder, illuminating the world in a pale light.
The ocean waves surge violently, one ten-meter high wave after another crashing onto the buildings, exploding into countless blue light that vanishes.
"Military technology!"
The voice of the data figure in the sky sounds like a woman and is quite rhythmic, filled with racial talent.
"I truly didn’t expect you would want to reactivate Little Beidou and even attempt to covet the power of the Black Wall."
The grand entrance of the BOSS along with its speech excited the players immensely, sparking discussions over its words.
"What did that guy say... But it looks so cool, it should be the BOSS of the Voodoo Gang."
"It seems to think we’re sent by military technology, huh... But according to the official website setting, the agency seems indeed to have some shares owned by military technology."
Nevertheless, players have absolutely no sense of belonging to the so-called military technology and New America.
Even if Miles were face-to-face with them, they would dare to snatch the wig off the president’s head.
"But... Little Beidou... Pff haha... That name, is it co-opting our Beidou satellite?"
"But I don’t know what it means to covet the Black Wall, what’s it got to do with us."
"Understandable, at least compared to souls and second game riddlers, the NPCs in this game speak very humanly."
"Perhaps it’s an allusion to the Mexican wall repaired by the king of understanding, heehee, wasn’t it said last time Mongolian Toplaner overheard Voodoo Gang trying to smuggle through the Black Wall? Maybe they think the old net’s other side is a paradise on earth."
"Taut... how come this person is on the same mental wavelength as Hu Lang, isn’t their brain functioning?"
The more players discussed, the more they found this seemingly grand entrance of the cyberspace BOSS pathetically lacking in cutting-edge prestige.
It was very much like those who sold their entire family estate, then hauled family members to travel line in Latin America, but considering the origins of Haitians and the Voodoo Gang, it made sense.
And just as players prepared to rush forward to show this person their mettle, seven or eight people surged out from behind it, precisely the Haitian data light balls they saw earlier.
At this point, players’ ears suddenly rang again with Lucy’s voice
"Leave the biggest one to me; you all go deal with the other hackers, then together we’ll break the data fortress."
As she spoke, half the sky above the players had turned deep red, as far as the eye could see, with endless lines of code data replacing the originally gloomy sky, distinct from Brigitte’s side, like in movies when the villain BOSS is about to appear, creating a terrifying atmosphere.
In the shadows of data, a figure could be vaguely seen extending a single hand, causing the deep red data stream to rush toward Brigitte, enveloping the sky and earth, plunging them into darkness.
These data were the Demonic Puppets Lucy programmed, each with different functions, utilizing employee privileges Lin Miao opened; though only using third-level network access pods, in the network space of the system RAM issues became practically nonexistent, with boundless computing power.
Of course, entering other local networks was a different matter.
Brigitte immediately retaliated, gritting her teeth, being in the Sea God’s subnet to fight, the opponent could only borrow a tiny fraction of Black Wall data, while she had Sea God as full support.
Furthermore, speaking solely in terms of hacking technology, she was still above Lucy.
The collision of deep blue and black-red data unfolding in the sky sparked a crash almost ripping this cyberspace battlefield apart, large amounts of fragmented data floated and disappeared.
This scene nearly made the players’ eyes pop out.
Wig is not Kanji: "Oh! Is this the true form of Lucy’s mentor, feels more majestic than Cosmic Emperor Frieza..."
Youzi Chef: "Can’t we find a better analogy? Surely it should be Silvanas! Long live the queen!"
Hu Lang: "Stop dawdling meow, the elite monster on the opposite side is coming at us!"
Hu Lang, who finished setting up the network interface outside, entered cyberspace unknowingly and immediately encountered a Voodoo Gang hacker upon entering.
Summoning data to conjure a cathead Pac-Man as big as a building, opening its mouth to swallow the hacker it crashed into, yet in a moment Hu Lang’s data Demonic Puppet was cracked from within by the enemy, turning into stardust and vanishing.
At this thrilling moment, players certainly wouldn’t fall behind, grabbing their conjured pots and pans and charging toward other hackers.
"Charge!"
"Crescent Moon Slash!"
"Crescent Moon Slash!"
"Still Crescent Moon Slash!"
"Ha Mei Ha Mei Ha!!!"
In cyberspace, concepts like gravity and other real physics effects don’t exist; how much data can be mobilized or how complex and efficient a program can be written all depends on your personal intelligence and prosthetic strength.
Players were using precisely the Demonic Puppets Lucy programmed in advance, akin to fixed skills in online games, the only difference being each with their own presentation forms and the complexity of summoned Demonic Puppet data varying due to intelligence disparities.