I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 461 So I was already dead (36)

His magical powers were linked, his nerves were connected, and the supernatural ability of human-machine integration was activated, allowing Chen Yu to merge with the Eight Forms of Martial Armor.

The entire mecha felt extremely smooth after starting up. The quality of the military puppet was a step above that of the Yulin Type 7, which Chen Yu immediately felt.

On specialized combat puppet rankings, the Armor series doesn't rank high because it's not a combat puppet for ordinary people.

Its design is quite bizarre in many ways, and it feels very awkward to operate. Many functions cannot be activated with the primordial spirit, and even drivers with a Class A driver's license would find it difficult to control this armor.

However, if one possesses the supernatural power of "Man and Machine as One," then one will find that these problems are not actually problems.

In a state of human-machine integration, many details of the Armor series can be overlaid by the magic system, and the user's own primordial spirit can adapt to and adjust the puppet, gradually transforming it into its own shape.

The longer it runs, the stronger the puppet becomes; this may have been the source of Wu Zhihao's previous confidence.

However confident one may be, Type 3 is still too outdated.

After adjusting his power, Chen Yu quickly grasped the characteristics of the Eighth Form and then began to fully cover the puppet with his primordial spirit, thereby urging the puppet to keep up with his pace.

Grasping the magic sword at his waist, Chen Yu poured a large amount of magic power into it, and the magic sword emitted a dazzling white light.

Although I've never used sword light before, it's not difficult to learn.

Once magic power is injected, the magic circle will transform that power into sword light.

Some of the sword light can also wrap around the weapon, so that the weapon is always surrounded by sword light, making it extremely powerful.

Chen Yu's aim is poor; nine times out of ten, the sword light he shoots will miss its target. So it's better to wrap it around his own weapon.

Once the magic array was fully charged, a large amount of sword light wrapped around his spinal whip, causing the whip to tremble and vibrate continuously, emitting a strong sense of oppression.

After straightening his spine, Chen Yu stared ahead and asked, "Chu Yun, tell me where the Wu family's businesses are located?"

After investigating the effects of his supernatural powers, Wang Chuyun replied, "There aren't many at the top, but there are some at the middle level, and even more at the bottom. The Wu Group's industries are mainly concentrated in the military industry, so it's primarily the lower-level factories."

"Liao Ran, please give me directions."

With a lash of his whip, Chen Yu continued to crack the solid ground, revealing a path leading to the lower level.

With a leap, Chen Yu saw that the upper ceiling was thousands of meters above the middle floor, and it would take more than ten seconds just to fall.

Hovering in the air, Chen Yu adjusted his angle to prepare for the impact of landing, when the long-awaited attack came again.

A new private army is approaching; they are stronger, better equipped, and demonstrate greater tactical prowess than before.

However, now, Chen Yu simply rotated the spinal whip in his hand, and the sword light that ripped out shattered the surrounding sword light.

Shuttles kept falling, and heads kept flying off. Their bald heads gleamed under the artificial sun, blurring even the chips and serial numbers on the back of their heads.

A dozen or so burning heads frolicked in the air, laughing happily. They seemed like migratory birds flying alongside the Martial Armor Type 8, and said with a smile, "Thanks, brother. I'm going on vacation now."

"I was recommended to play 'The Big Capitalist' and it's really fun."

"Is the loan real? Can I really get a loan using magic?"

While answering the questions from the heads, Chen Yu smashed the newly arrived shuttle into pieces.

Upon landing, the intense impact caused Wu Kai to tremble violently, followed by a barrage of sword lights from those lying in ambush.

Rolling to dodge the attacks, Chen Yu's spinal whip exploded with a cannon-like sound. The tip of the whip was like a full moon, and the sword light on it carried a cold killing intent, annihilating all the puppets lying in ambush nearby.

With a loud explosion, all the Wu Clan puppets lying in ambush nearby were destroyed, leaving only one person suspended in mid-air.

The other party was not piloting a puppet, but was dressed in a white training uniform.

He stood on a magic sword, and the twelve emerald bamboo swords behind him transformed into a screen, blocking the attack from before. The boy looked quite young, with a confident smile on his face, giving off an air of arrogance that was also perfectly appropriate.

This is the expression of a young genius who has smoothly and effortlessly entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

His Dao heart was perfectly round and flawless, his strength was immense, and he never suffered a defeat in his life, thus cultivating an invincible aura.

Looking at the Eight Forms of Martial Armor before him, he brushed the dust off the Emerald Bamboo Sword Formation and said with a smile, "Chen Yu? Nothing special. Remember my name, I am from the Wu Clan..."

"Shut up! Get out of my way while I'm causing trouble!"

With the system's battle tactics fully activated, the aura of the Eight Forms of Martial Armor rapidly increased, startling even the young man.

This tactic is a classic example of numerical superiority. Although the bonus transferred to the Eighth Form of Armor may only be one-tenth, it is still a three-fold increase.

Under this terrifying amplification, the Eighth Form of the Armor even began to adapt to Chen Yu's power, instead of the other way around.

The boy was even more bewildered to discover that the Eighth Form of the Armor was still increasing in strength.

When they came to their senses, the aura of the Eighth Form of Martial Armor in front of them had reached its peak. The puppet, which was as large as a mountain, seemed to be a living demon god, and even its eyes could intimidate demons.

When a golden light flashed in the eyes of the Eighth Form of Martial Armor, the boy felt his body being controlled, his back trembling uncontrollably, and he almost knelt down.

He bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain jolted the boy awake. Then he saw a terrifying fist descending from the sky.

The once confident young man turned pale instantly, as if his Dao heart had been extinguished by the opponent's punch.

Twelve emerald bamboo swords soared into the sky, forming a sword array that frantically tried to protect the boy, but they were still broken layer by layer by the iron fist. Soon they lost their spirit and fell softly to the ground.

"My Emerald Bamboo Sword Formation!"

The fall of the magic sword brought the boy back to his senses.

The cost of a single bamboo sword is 200 million. It is unknown how much spiritual energy was destroyed this time, but it would conservatively take 200 million to replenish all the spiritual energy.

The enormous losses made his face even paler. The battle he had originally intended to use to make a name for himself within the family had been turned into this, and blood and tears even welled up in his eyes.

The Wu Group also has a system for ranking heirs.

However, as a family with a relatively long history, they rank people by martial prowess. The younger generation constantly challenges strong opponents to demonstrate their martial skills, and the rankings are held every week.

Therefore, learning how to challenge and win is a required course for every successor.

Chen Yu's value was not high at first, but after he killed Wu Zhihao, seized the Eighth Form of Martial Armor, and prepared to cause trouble in the middle level, his value began to rise continuously, and he became a target for displaying martial prowess.

Watching the magic sword fall, the boy took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then gritted his teeth, saying, "Chen Yu, you deserve to die! I am..."

"Get out of here!"

Another punch landed, and the boy, now without his magic sword, could only take the blow head-on. Blood gushed from all seven orifices in an instant, and the scene was extremely gruesome.

However, he held on!
Just as he was about to make a sarcastic remark, he saw Chen Yu walk past him, stride towards the loan department of the Wu Group behind him, and then smash it to pieces with a single punch.

"Chen Yu, come back! I'm still standing here! Wait, why does that person on the ground look so much like me?"

Floating down in confusion, the boy found himself on the ground with shattered bones and bleeding from all seven orifices, looking rather miserable.

Seeing the corpse, and then looking at his own transparent form, the boy suddenly realized what was going on.

So that's how it is. I'm dead.

　I originally wanted to make up for yesterday's update, but my cold seems to be getting worse, so I'll post three updates first, and I'll try to make up for the last one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)