Chapter 113 Extremely precious monastic resources!
The temperature in the desert at night is low, which is very suitable for X-armor combat.
Wang Jixuan put on the X-armor that had undergone basic maintenance again, turned on the stealth mode, and walked quietly on the sand.
The plane landed under a sand dune, also maintaining optical stealth.
Wang Jixuan deliberately got closer, shortening the distance to almost two hundred meters, then lay down on the sand dune and released his spiritual consciousness.
No hindrance!
Wang Daozhang made a magic spell, his spiritual consciousness formed a picture, and a relatively clear picture of the cabin emerged in his mind.
It’s indeed Aunt Dragonfly!
This middle-aged woman was wearing a dirty nightgown, with no makeup on her baggy face, and her main focus was on negative sexual tension.
She was pacing back and forth in the cramped cabin, obviously a little anxious.
Two of her team members were also under the surveillance of Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense.
The woman who looked quite young had a graceful figure and a pretty face. The desert-style bra wrap and gauze long skirt depicted her figure that was curved forward and backward. The veil on her face was purely decorative and could not cover her body. Her three-dimensional facial features and wheat-colored skin add to her sex appeal.
Her name is Shaman.
——On the tablet next to it, there are the avatars and simple information of Aunt Dragonfly, Shaman, Tree Man Beta, and Mane Bear. The maned bear's head is gray, indicating that it is in a captive state.
And that tree-man beta...
Wang Daochang's eyes brightened.
Dryad!
No, it doesn't seem to be a tree demon, but a human being who was infused with spiritual energy and inspired a strange attribute, turning this guy into a half-human, half-tree demon...
ah? How is this done?
The explanation that Wang Jixuan came across before about [all kinds of mutated psykers all have animal signs] is that the blade beasts have various 'genes', so the psykers show certain Traits.
But judging from Wang Jixuan's current understanding, this theory should be wrong.
Why did the blade beast absorb the tree's gene pool?
Are flowers and plants a threat to them?
This is obviously unreasonable.
What made Wang Jixuan's eyes light up at this moment was not the strange shape of the tree-man beta, but the branches that the tree-man beta kept cutting off.
What's this?
A psyker similar to a dryad! His own aura is powerful, as much as forty or fifty [Zheng]! The bark and branches on his body must be extremely full of spiritual energy!
The blade beast's active blood soaks ordinary paper, which has greatly increased the power of the talisman;
If we could get these barks, turn them into paper, and make them into talismans...
Later, the refining of medicine and elixir will also require some spiritual juice for blending, and the refining of wood-type weapons will also require this kind of bark...
This is a precious mobile resource!
It is simply an essence-forming herb that jumped out of the ruins of the fairy world. It is an old crooked neck tree that is full of spiritual power and has just transformed into a deep mountain forest!
Previously, Mane Xiong only told Zheng Shiduo that his A-level teammate was a waste, but he did not specifically say in what aspect the waste was.
Is this trash?
It's obviously a group of psychics who waste everything they have!
Wang Jixuan was eager.
He also didn't expect to find such precious resources under such difficult cultivation conditions!
Daoist Wang almost activated his magic power, unleashed all the energy of the X Armor, and rushed to remove the demon guard to protect this tree of kindness!
However, he still pays attention to the bottom line.
Wang Jixuan controlled his mood, marked Treant Beta, and wrote a line of notes after it.
[Must be captured alive to mass-produce key materials for the Demon-Breaking Dagger].
Instructor Black received it simultaneously.
'A poor man actually has a day when he uses his power for personal gain. ’
Wang Jixuan smiled sheepishly and continued to stare at Aunt Dragonfly walking around.
Just some necessary changes.
Aunt Dragonfly kept yelling and cursing for more than ten minutes, and finally got down to business.
…
"These old bastards! They also said that it was our work mistakes that led to the annihilation of the entire Judgment Team!"
Aunt Dragonfly didn't mention anything about her using smoke words to convey the message to the bear. She cursed and shouted:
"Obviously they were ambushed!
"Haven't they figured out what kind of behavior that old devil Fu Jian has? Are the Yoneden Communists in their minds? They have forgotten that fifty years ago, Fu Jian led the army into the Psychic City and planted a nuclear bomb in front of them!
"A bunch of old idiots, the older they get, the more idiotic they become! We are an investigation team, not a combat team! Mad! They also asked us to give Fortress No. 82 a heavy blow. Who do they think they are? Who the hell do they think they are? Blade beast? Fuck!"
Saman couldn't help but raise her hands to her forehead: "Captain, stop scolding, our conversations here will be automatically uploaded."
"They will kill me if they can! Do you think I have no one in the Natural Faction? These are the scum of the Ruling Faction!"
Treant Beta asked weakly: "Do we really want to target this fortress?"
"Talk about this! Take a vacation!"
Aunt Dragonfly sat down angrily, lit a cigarette, and began to think carefully.
Despite the scolding, we still have to find a way to get through this mission without leaving any clues.
Treeman Beta got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink, carefully handed it to Aunt Dragonfly, and asked in a low voice: "Captain, do we still want to rescue the maned bear?"
"There is something wrong with the mane bear's brain. It seems that they have been brainwashed by them using high-tech equipment."
Aunt Dragonfly took out her tablet and browsed it carefully for a while. After she smoked out the cigarette in her hand, she muttered: "This is a fire pit. We could have escaped as soon as possible, but the maned bear was captured and pulled us back." .
“The current situation is not conducive to the Psychic City.
"There was a psychic attack inside Fortress No. 82. A senior researcher named Hamaka Nagi used psykers to control the garrison commander. When the Centaur mecha group ambushed and besieged the Judge team, the Thirteenth Headquarters sent a message The order was given to Hamanaka Nagi to control the 82 garrison commander. He ordered to ambush the semi-human mecha and fire several missiles, carrying an electromagnetic pulse warhead.
"The missile was shot down halfway... Do these people just slap their heads when they give orders? Have you ever played with front-line troops when playing with missiles?
"Then, D5 sent a task force and used a new model of mecha to directly level the psychic home inside Fortress No. 82.
“Hamanaka Nagi reacted very slowly and left behind a lot of evidence, including evidence that they directly mentally controlled the commander of the garrison at Fortress 82.
"If you were the devil's commander-in-chief, what would you do?
"You must take the opportunity to launch an attack!
“People are reasonable to begin with, and this matter can greatly stimulate the empathy of various war zones. If the pan-war zones unite again, the Psychic City will change from a superior position to a disadvantaged position vis-à-vis humans.
"However, this information can also deduce a question."
"What's the problem?" Treeman Beta asked.
"Fu Jian is about to die," Aunt Dragonfly's eyes were a little complicated. "This old devil should not be far away from the collapse of his will. He will definitely take action against the Psychic City. Everyone knows this truth."
Saman asked worriedly: "Is mankind going to have a civil war again?"
"No, this is just a continuation of the war fifty years ago."
Mother Dragonfly frowned and clicked her tongue: "We can't care about this. This is not something that Class A or B psykers can worry about. Finding a way to escape is the most important thing.
"One of the specific orders given to us by above is to investigate the specific matters that happened inside Fortress No. 82. This is our job and must be done well." The other is for us to take revenge. "
Treeman Beta asked in a low voice: "Then, do we want to execute the second order?"
“Old rules, vote.”
Aunt Dragonfly said simply:
"In line with the principle of seniors helping juniors, I must make it clear to you that once we cross this boundary and directly attack innocent humans, it will lead to two consequences.
“First, we have become executioners and will be on the military’s kill list.
“This list has always been there, don’t think that the military everywhere is not doing anything, they are just tolerating it.
"Second, after our hands are stained with blood, we will become a team trusted by the Spiritual Control Society. We can get more resources, and I may also be able to get their resources to cultivate them. That is, they can get some clones for me to swallow, and I will It is expected that you will be promoted to S level, and your future development in the psychic city will be better.
"At the very least, I won't be sent to all kinds of troublesome tasks like now, and I won't have to go to the caves of those king-level blade beasts to set up detectors."
Shaman and Treeman Beta were hesitant.
Saman put her slender arms on the edge of the table and lowered her head to think.
Treeman Beta whispered: "I'll vote against it. We're just doing our job. I don't have much fighting power. Any soldier can just bring me a bucket of gasoline and light me up."
"My abilities are detection and prediction," a somewhat tangled Saman sighed, "I can just hang out for a day. I don't want to get ahead. It's good to hang out with the captain."
"Tsk," Aunt Dragonfly frowned and leaned back, "What's that look in your eyes? I'm not a lesbian."
Saman rolled her eyes: "Captain, you don't like any man, but I do have a suitor."
Aunt Dragonfly gave her middle finger.
"Okay, the ticket type is two to one, and we will only do the investigation work next... rest first, Saman is responsible for fuzzy detection, and I will send some drones out."
Aunt Dragonfly muttered a little regretfully:
"Our humanoid detector hasn't returned to the team yet, which is really inconvenient."
…
A few minutes later.
Wang Jixuan, who had placed the surveillance drone, met with the black instructor and briefly chatted about his experiences and asked a few common sense questions.
"The natural faction in the Psychic City?"
The black instructor smiled and said: "This sect is actually very simple. They admire nature and believe that blade beasts are part of nature. They draw strength from blade beasts to ask for strength from nature, and then go to defeat nature and protect nature. , to dominate this planet again.
“The counterpart to the natural party is the ruling party. As the name suggests, the latter wants to rule mankind.
"The ideas of the naturalists and the ruling factions were formed about seventy years ago. The two sides were originally able to compete with each other. However, as the method of [A death and promotion] was discovered, the unscrupulous ruling faction quickly overwhelmed the natural faction. This later led to rebellions and wars more than fifty years ago.
"The Natural Faction has been squeezed out in the Psychic City, but their numbers are still large. There are also a few SS-level psykers who generally support the local defense forces and believe that the fortress is the main carrier of current human civilization."
Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
The black instructor taught a little more knowledge: "In addition to the ruling sect and the natural sect, there is now a new sect called the Beast God sect."
"Ah? Beast God Sect?"
"They feel that the blade beasts are a high-level civilization and humans are inferior. The invasion of us by the blade beasts can essentially help our civilization evolve rapidly, so we must embrace this evolution and then gradually... integrate into the civilization of the blade beasts."
"Ah? Are these spies raised by a group of Mimic Blade Beasts?"
"Hehehe."
Instructor Hei smiled kindly, greeted the mother of the Beast God Sect by the way, and continued: "Before, we just thought these bastards were crazy, but then you reminded Lingtong that blade beasts have souls. Hidden in the crystal core, the problem is somewhat complicated, but the biggest trouble now is the ruling faction. "
"Do warriors still have the habit of wearing bladed beast crystal cores now?"
"It's been banned, not just in our war zone."
"That's good," Wang Jixuan thought carefully for a while, with some thoughts in his eyes.
Wang Jixuan asked: "Then this investigation team, do we still want to kill them?"
"It's not necessary for the time being. It depends on their subsequent performance. It's okay to just investigate. Fortress No. 82 itself has no secrets."
Instructor Hei approached him and muttered:
"You hesitated in your words. Could it be that...you have fallen in love with the little girl named Saman?"
"I looked at the scan data and found that this little girl has a very high body fat rate." It's low, the fat is relatively concentrated, and the frame is relatively thin, so you should have a great figure.
"Our military is also very jealous of psychics who have the ability to detect. If necessary, you can use a beauty trick. I will help you explain to Lingtong."
"Don't be kidding me, I'm a complete conservative."
Wang Jixuan curled his lips and frowned:
"I'm quite interested in the Treeman Beta."
"Ah?" Instructor Hei was shocked, "Do you still have this hobby? I'm just saying that there was something wrong with the note you suddenly gave to the tree man! But this hobby is indeed a bit niche!"
"No, uncle, what are you thinking about!"
Wang Jixuan raised his hand to his forehead:
“He can help me with some research!”
"I was shocked. I originally thought that Zheng Shiduo was already at the pinnacle of the new perverts that have emerged in recent years, and you can still be above him."
The black instructor chuckled.
His robotic arm vibrated a few times and a simple radar chart popped up.
"Well, your reward for this action has arrived. Don't let the mechanical bugs get too close here, so as not to be discovered by them. Go and get it yourself. The location is shared with your armor."
"Okay, sir, please continue to rest. I can keep an eye on the plane."
"Don't you guys need to sleep?"
"I have my own way of sleeping, part of my alien heritage."
Wang Jixuan pointed his finger at the side of the helmet, and the baffle closed on its own. He turned around and climbed out of the supply station, running low in the desert.
"Hey hey hey."
The black instructor thought of something interesting.
He turned on the music player that came with his head and directly transmitted notes to his brain. He also turned on two monitors. One monitor stared at the invisible aircraft not far away, and the other monitor shared the perspective of Wang Jixuan's X armor.
By the way, instructor black kept tapping his fingers in the air, dealing with various matters.
He was looking forward to the moment when Wang Jixuan opened the prize.
"Young man, can't I control you now?"
"No man can refuse this gift, no one."
(End of chapter)