Legend of the Cyber Heroes-Chapter 70 - s Test

70: 70 chapters Test

70: 70 chapters Test

After reconnecting his spine, Xiang Shan finally took a deep breath.

This hour felt as long as a year to him.

As the metal arm released him, his whole body fell onto the surgical table, but in the next second, he used his caudal vertebra to exert force, steadying his balance.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch…” If he still could shed tears, Xiang Shan would definitely cry out in pain at this moment.

Truly.

This sensation was terrifying.

It wasn’t like the pain of flesh, but it felt like phantom pain throughout his body.

However, having this sensation reassured Xiang Shan somewhat.

It proved that the surgery was very successful.

“Ouch, ouch… Since it was very successful, let’s not waste time.

Even with high damage resistance, one can’t prevent existing wounds from splitting open,” Xiang Shan commanded the surgical table’s mechanical arms to lift him up and then transfer him into the newly prepared prosthetic body.

Meanwhile, the maintenance instrument swiftly dismantled the spare limbs from Xiang Shan’s old tattered prosthetic body and connected them to the new one.

Whether it was the artificial muscle fiber prosthetic leg or the prosthetic hand equipped with a high-frequency oscillating generator, neither were on Xiang Shan.

The former was not necessary for use at the moment, while the latter was still not ready.

Xiang Shan’s limbs were still the mixed-brand type.

As soon as they were connected, the prosthetic limbs started to tremble like Parkinson’s.

Xiang Shan tried moving his limbs, but as soon as he lifted a foot, he lost his balance.

The automatic balancing system instantly took over when it confirmed that Xiang Shan did not have the intention to “lie down on purpose.” Xiang Shan slightly lowered his body and steadied his stance.

“Damn…” Xiang Shan instinctively wanted to take a deep breath to calm his emotions, only to realize he really didn’t have lungs.

He quickly switched to remote control, and his prosthetic limbs stopped shaking.

“Mmm, the surgery was indeed very successful, but the nerves themselves were still damaged, needing some time to reestablish pathways,” Xiang Shan switched his left hand from remote to direct connection mode.

The hand still shook uncontrollably.

He switched back again.

“It’s going to be pretty bad if I encounter an EMP during this time,” muttered Xiang Shan.

It seems that he must stay away from the corridors no matter what.

Since he really couldn’t spare anyone to defend against the lackeys returning to their nest, he had filled the corridors with mines, leaving only a serpentine path.

To avoid the embarrassment of “collapsing the passage and trapping himself,” he used EMP mines—a great item that almost does no harm to natural people but is deadly to prosthetic body people without proper electromagnetic protection.

The lightly cyberized lackeys need to worry about their hearts and viscera being damaged up to a system crash—you can’t expect human flesh to act as a Faraday cage, and those with high cyberization, need to watch out for fragile chips.

These past two days, the EMP mines had been continuously exploding, but Xiang Shan indeed hadn’t seen any lackey survive their way in.

But perhaps the corpses in the corridors tipped off the later lackeys to something amiss, and they directly fled.

In any event, no one came by in the last six hours.

Xiang Shan’s prosthetic body was properly protected against electromagnetic interference.

Inside were several independent structures ensuring resistance to electromagnetic pulses.

But that was based on the premise of spinal nerve signal direct connections.

Brain chips remotely control, and wireless signals would naturally be overwhelmed by electromagnetic pulses.

—At least, I need to stay away from electromagnetic pulses for a few days…

Next, was to check the prosthetic body parts sequentially.

[Hardware self-check program, initiating]

The external armor on the surface of Xiang Shan’s body gently rippled like water.

At the same time, probably at the back around where the scapula of a natural person would be, two cameras hidden in the armor gaps restarted.

Xiang Shan’s prosthetic eye vision had a broader range than humans, with a normal viewing angle of nearly two hundred degrees.

Each eye could easily turn independently, with a maximum viewing angle of two hundred and sixty degrees.

However, even so, there was still a blind spot of one hundred to one hundred and sixty degrees behind him.

This blind spot could be eliminated by relying on drones or public cameras’ “Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing” capabilities.

Additionally, an extra field of vision centered on oneself was too contrary to human instinct, so not everyone chose to install extra cameras in their own field of vision.

Even if added, the camera’s range of use was very narrow.

But Xiang Shan thought it was better to be safe than sorry.

Martial Studies had developed to the point today where you never knew what kind of opponent you were facing or what kind of insane design their prosthetic body was.

In any case, it was better to be prepared for every situation.

Although his memories were gone, Xiang Shan could basically confirm that he had gotten used to various prosthetic bodies during his extended warfare.

For him, a “counterintuitive field of vision” was just a piece of cake.

Xiang Shan once again looked at the surgical table with a complex expression, “Come to think of it, this is a good thing.”

This thing is not something you encounter all the time.

Benchmark Man possesses extraordinary damage resistance, and that enzyme system different from Earth’s biosphere, along with a much higher body temperature than the natural environment, also brings the benefit of “native pathogens unable to infect.” Therefore, Benchmark Man’s requirement for “surgery” is far lower than that of natural people.

Let’s just say that as long as you don’t poke around in your brain, a Benchmark Man is basically unkillable.

Even with a major hemorrhage, if you bleed out, you still have time to calmly sew up the wound and then inject artificial blood.

A small-town folk doctor like Doctor Schultz, if his skills were applied to Homo sapiens, Xiang Shan guarantees, he would treat one and kill one: all his patients would die from hemorrhage/wound unable to heal/post-surgery infection.

But in this era, Dr.

Schultz could even perform brain surgery.

From this, it can be inferred that those who call themselves doctors in this era are mostly not highly skilled in medicine—after all, the patients wouldn’t have high expectations for it.

As a result, the conditions for surgery were also very poor.

However, this operating table was different.

It was also the technology of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect explored “the relationship between brain neural structures and the human spirit,” so they undoubtedly performed numerous brain modification surgeries.

From the connection of the cephalopod ganglion to Gleayard’s brain, it was evident that they had conducted extensive research on bio-modification technology.

It was foreseeable that unless it was a research facility of the government, Xiang Shan wouldn’t find better surgical conditions than this.

If he wanted to remove the flexible electrodes inside the girl’s skull, then this was the best location to do it.

“It does seem necessary to take some time to study the technology of the Demon Sect,” he murmured.

Xiang Shan began to check the schedule’s progress.

“As the printer was very powerful, the Prosthetic Body has been ready one day earlier than expected.

The mule’s hardware upgrade is almost done, next comes the software upgrade and testing.

Apart from that, there’s not much left to do,” he said.

“Time to adjust the schedule again.

After completing the tests on the mule, I’ll take a quick look at Demon Sect technology to find a way to treat the little girl,” he planned.

Xiang Shan nodded and moved on.

…………………………………

At this time, the appearance of the “mule” had also changed drastically.

It was no longer a postmodern construct of “a stack of Prosthetic Eyes atop two human legs carrying a cart.”

Apart from the control system, which remained original, it had completely transformed.

It was now a closed space, two meters tall, three meters wide, and six meters long, topped with slightly camouflaged photovoltaic panels.

If the twelve square meters of photovoltaic panels were completely exposed, they would definitely attract satellite attention, therefore, most of the time, they were camouflaged with fabric.

But they could still be used for power generation if needed.

On the left and right sides, the Armor Plates also had openings for shooting.

Its underside had four pairs of wheels, each equipped with a foldable Prosthetic Leg, capable of lifting the body to navigate complex terrains when necessary.

The “mule’s” Prosthetic Eyes had increased to a total of ten.

There was a pair on both the front and back, and three on each side, providing a full range of vision, making simple terrain assessments possible.

Additionally, the rear Prosthetic Eyes could observe the sky and, with an electronic Sextant, confirm positions and correct routes.

Although, it was a rather unattractive thing to have such a boxy object running outdoors.

Xiang Shan thought several times about whether to find a highly-modified vehicle-shaped Prosthetic Body, remove its head, and weld it in front to serve as a cab.

But after careful thought, he was a Great Hero, not a villainous necromancer, so the practice of welding enemy corpses onto a vehicle was better avoided.

For the same reason, Xiang Shan did not install “automatically firing weapons” on the roof of the vehicle.

He was not very familiar with this era, nor could he write a program that could distinguish friends from foes.

If the automatic weapon accidentally killed innocents, it would be a grave misfortune, one that could cost lives.

Yuki looked at the vehicle, unable to hide his satisfaction.

At his feet, the young girl clutched his leg, also looking at the vehicle.

Although she didn’t understand what was going on, seeing Yuki quite happy made her feel good as well.

Less than ten meters away from Xiang Shan, she didn’t even cry, which was indeed giving him a lot of face.

“Master, do we really need to test it like that?” Yuki was a bit worried, “Have you filled the tunnels with mines?

What if it gets damaged?”

“If it gets damaged now when we have resources, it’s better than breaking down halfway,” Xiang Shan shook his head.

This test mainly consisted of two steps.

First, the mule would automatically design a route using the map of mines and the tunnel layout provided by Xiang Shan, find a safe passage to exit and then return.

If it could complete this task, it would prove that it was indeed feasible to let this AI transport supplies.

The second step was to test its resistance to EMPs.

This vehicle was intended to store precision instruments and electronic devices in the future.

If it were hit by an EMP resulting in damage to the supplies, that would indeed be cause for tears.

And the subject of testing was the EMP mines in the tunnels.

Xiang Shan would throw the bandits’ home-made gaming console that was turned on into the tunnel and intentionally send the mule over the EMP mine.

Yuki sighed.

This was his first labor of love after all.

Without further ado, Xiang Shan started up the mule.

It immediately burst out of the door.

Xiang Shan stroked his chin that he had printed the day before: “The starting speed is alright, but it’s not fully loaded yet, its maximum speed is just under eighty kilometers…”