Chapter 272 Teaches You a Spell

My trembling fingers connected the video call.

The instant the video call connected, eight silver sensors refracted a cold, surgical-light-like beam, focusing intently on Zhang Mo's temples and the side of her neck in the frame. Pale blue arcs of electricity snaked across the metal surface, making her smiling lips appear particularly ironic.

"Oh, congratulations! You're finally about to reach the final chapter."

Wang Heng's eyes were practically bloodshot, and a low growl, like that of a trapped beast, escaped his throat: "What have you done?!"

Zhang Mo propped her cheek up, then suddenly frowned in disgust, saying casually, "...Could you please stop using my face to make such intense expressions? It looks so out of character."

(OOC: Out of Character, refers to behavior or actions that deviate from the original character setting.)

A deafening clap of thunder suddenly rang out, and a bolt of lightning shattered the tempered glass of the first-floor living room.

Wang Heng staggered backward, fleeing haphazardly towards the basement, yelling into his phone as he ran: "Puppet?! Or a substitute?!"

Zhang Mo said casually, "Sir, times have changed. I've said it many times, but we still need to believe in science."

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of purple lightning struck down from the crack in the stairs, lashing out at Wang Heng's back with the precision of a whip.

He instinctively raised his golden spikes to block, and with a clang of metal, his entire right arm burst into dazzling sparks.

Screws and chips scattered like bullets, littering the ground.

Zhang Mo smiled.

Heavenly lightning is said not to harm the innocent and cannot strike people.

Why not just trick him into moving to a place where there are no humans?

Wang Heng collapsed to the ground, staring at the mess of parts scattered everywhere. His Adam's apple bobbed in disbelief: "You...you...you actually tried to fool me with an ordinary robot?!"

Zhang Mo felt very wronged and explained, "How is it ordinary?!"

It features the world's most advanced technology, the most expensive lightweight materials, the most advanced exoskeleton structure, the fourth-generation hand device, and is equipped with 24 RGB cameras and an onboard visual language model.

The exterior was designed by Meng Yuan.

The amulet that simulates human aura was jointly developed by Jiu Xuan and Yu Hui.

They also extract demonic power and infuse it into the device to deceive you.

It's very troublesome!

That hand you just lost was worth 3 million.

Stop accusing me of being unfilial. Such extravagant funeral arrangements are truly rare even in China's five thousand years of history.

Wang Heng went completely mad, using the last bit of demonic power in his body to pull out hundreds of magical treasures from the void rift on the spot.

Bronze cauldrons, white jade compasses, blood-patterned longswords... every artifact exudes immense power.

Zhang Mo raised an eyebrow; this old man was quite wealthy.

Wang Heng, however, was filled with relief. Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance, having already infused these magical treasures with power a thousand years ago when their strength was at its peak.

It can automatically protect its owner even without manual operation.

Perhaps from that time onward, he began to fear death, but he himself was unaware of it...

So Zhang Mo watched helplessly as seven bolts of purple lightning, like spears of judgment, struck down one after another, shattering the bronze cauldron into a rain of molten copper.

Then the heavenly lightning changed its target, and the white jade plate shattered into stardust when it was struck by the tenth lightning bolt.

Zhang Mo said sincerely, "Tsk, it's not good to waste things like this."

These things look very old. Even if we don't use them, it would be nice to keep them in the Palace Museum.

"Shut up!!!" Wang Heng gritted his teeth in hatred, his eyes burning with an almost obsessive madness: "Don't think I don't know that heavenly lightning has an expiration time!"

Zhang Mo, I'll bet with you on this one thing: whether my hundreds of magical treasures can protect me this time!

If I can survive this, you're dead!

You, everyone you know, and all the demons who have benefited from your kindness—none of them will escape!

"Do you dare to bet with me?!"

Zhang Mo waved his hand and said modestly, "No, no, thank you for the invitation. I am a law-abiding citizen and never participate in gambling."

Wang Heng: "." This feeling of punching cotton is very unpleasant, especially in a life-or-death situation.

Zhang Mo: "You still don't really understand me."

I'm a timid person; I only play games I'm sure I can win.

I knew long ago that the will of Heaven wasn't so reliable, so I never placed my hopes on it in the first place.

"What do you mean?" Wang Heng's voice trembled involuntarily.

Zhang Mo brought up a digression: "By the way, when you were talking about the terrible scripture you wrote, did you think it was pretty good?"

"How about I teach you a spell today?"

DROP DATABASE db_wh;

Deleting an existing database is an irreversible operation.

"I know that in terms of strength, cultivation, magic weapons, age, and experience, I definitely can't beat you."

Then I'll have to defeat you using the methods I'm best at.

Have you ever considered what form your soul takes on this robot?

"Data, of course."

At this point, she kindly turned her phone camera so that Wang Heng could see the supercomputer in front of him.

The command has been entered on the screen for a long time.

The cursor bounces on the semicolon at the end of the sentence, like the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging over my neck.

Bye~

After a pleasant farewell, she pressed the Enter key.

The command from "Super Administrator Zhang," thousands of miles away, was executed instantly. Wang Heng only heard a high-frequency buzzing sound from deep within his chest, and pale blue smoke seeped out from the heat dissipation vents on his waist, carrying the sweet, burnt smell unique to batteries...

"No!!!"

With a final, mournful cry, all the magical artifacts fell to the ground, and the body completely shattered, scattering into fragments all over the ground.

With death, the debts were absolved; the thunder ceased; the dark clouds dispersed; and City B once again saw the light of day.

Perhaps this is the inevitable outcome of stubbornly pursuing the unattainable.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should you contemplate them. (Diamond Sutra)