Chapter 131: You’re here and you still want to leave?
Wang Jixuan looked at the drone detection screen displayed by Mudan, stared at the figure walking towards the camp step by step, and thought about it.
Blade Beast really came to negotiate.
As expected, the identity of Black Storm can no longer be used.
The last time he blocked the hole at the bottom of Fortress No. 76, entered the nest of the young king insect and overturned the immature general-level blade beast, this matter was probably exposed.
but……
"Peony, go and guard outside the camp and let it wait for a while. I have some things to do here."
"Uh, sir," Mudan was a little surprised, "This is recorded. It's the first time that a blade beast actively communicates with humans!"
"Negotiations must also be on a first-come, first-served basis."
Wang Jixuan snorted:
"Go ahead, don't let it get close to the military camp. Your combat power should be enough to destroy it directly. It's just a mimic blade beast."
"yes!"
Peony replied quite seriously:
"Peony will definitely treat this moment of civilizational and historical significance with caution!"
She gave a decent military salute, turned around and rushed out of the medical tent.
"Old Zheng! Guard the door and don't let anyone get close!"
"No problem!"
Wang Jixuan glanced at the picture on the projection screen for a few times, shook his head, and looked down at the sleeping A-level psyker. He clasped his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures, and a circle of Buddha's light appeared behind his head.
Chanting sutras is not a good idea;
I only want to save people who have no intention.
The second victim of Mahayana Buddhism is born today!
…
"The Mimic Blade Beast? Did you take the initiative to reach the edge of Fortress No. 82? Did you say you wanted to talk to Black Storm?"
When Zhou Zhengde got the news, he thought he had heard it wrong.
He grabbed the communicator and rushed to the door of this 'cell', shouting outside: "I want to see my grandpa!"
The guard outside was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "Okay, Captain Zhou, I'll prepare a car for you right away!"
More than ten minutes later, Zhou Zhengde rushed into the D5 command center building, which was heavily defended and filled with a large number of autonomous security robots, and was taken underground by a senior staff officer.
He was led to a secret small conference room, where seven or eight old generals were standing or sitting, remaining silent and staring at the large screen hanging on the wall.
The picture on the screen is a bit weird.
The Sari Desert is quiet and peaceful in the dark night. The sand dunes are like huge sleeping monsters, ready to swallow up the last green life on the edge of the desert.
Three large multi-rotor attack drones were suspended in the night sky, converging light into a narrow area of ten square meters.
There were two figures there.
Wearing a black maid outfit, white stockings with cat-ear headbands, and a pair of red-soled black high-heeled shoes, the little maid Peony sat on her knees on a square plaid tablecloth, with a square tray in front of her, which still contained two cups of industry. Tea made from tea essence.
In front of Peony was an old man in ragged clothes and as thin as a stick.
The old man's eyes were wrapped with a white crystal film, no longer hidden, exuding a terrifying aura, and the structure of the old man's body was displayed next to the screen.
The old man in the picture has a high-level mimic blade beast inside his body.
In front of the screen, Zhou Zhengde heard a gentle call.
"Zhengde is here?"
An old man greeted with a smile:
"Come here, the show hasn't started yet."
"Hey," Zhou Zhengde moved forward cautiously.
Fu Jian, who was sitting in the main seat, turned to look at him, just nodded, then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "Isn't the black storm coming yet?"
Lingtong's voice sounded in the center of the screen: "The transformation surgery on the A-level psyker has not been completed yet."
"Okay," Fu Jian said simply, "Then just follow his pace without urging."
"Yes!" Lingtong responded crisply.
Zhou Zhengde was a little confused: "What A-level psyker?"
A kind-hearted old staff officer smiled and said: "Two psykers just came to Fortress No. 82 to surrender. Their self-destruction chips in their brains have been easily removed by Black Storm. We are going to use them as promotional materials."
"Surrender? Grade A? What a big gain!"
Zhou Zhengde pointed at the screen and whispered softly: "Then what's going on with this monster?"
A few old people gave a brief introduction: "This is a high-level mimic blade beast. It should be a preacher. It has taken over the body of a resident of the scavenger camp. After walking hundreds of kilometers to get here, the body is about to collapse. ”
"Because the individual target was too small, our radar was unable to detect it in advance."
"However, when he approached the three-kilometer range of the fortress, he took the initiative to send out a biological wave to the surface camp of the fortress. Many soldiers heard it and said... Black Storm, let's talk."
"Wow!"
Zhou Zhengde's expression was full of admiration:
"His charm has actually radiated to the blade beasts!"
A group of senior men turned their heads and looked over. The five old-fashioned half-human mechas looked a little more confused.
True Black Shell muttered to Fu Jian: "Commander, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your grandson's orientation?"
"He dares! Break his legs!"
Fu Jian snorted coldly, and Zhou Zhengde's legs almost gave out. He just stood aside and looked at the screen, not daring to talk anymore.
A split screen appeared in the corner of the screen. Wang Jixuan and Lingtong got into the off-road vehicle together and rushed towards the desert.
Wang Jixuan is still dressed in the classic Black Storm style, with a black combat uniform and a black tactical helmet. He leans on the passenger seat and closes his eyes to relax.
Fu Jian picked up the walkie-talkie: "Lingtong, ask him what he wants to do."
Lingtong's voice immediately came from the big screen.
"The Commander-in-Chief asked what you want to do?"
"I don't know," Wang Jixuan said simply, "Hasn't the blade beast ever communicated with humans before?"
"Never on the surface."
"They obviously have this ability," Wang Jixuan clicked his tongue, "Maybe they are too arrogant and think that humans are vulnerable."
Lingtong asked: "Then why does it come here now?"
"Maybe their plan was ruined," Wang Daochang exhaled, "Just talk to it about what happened and you will know... Is there any rule here that the two armies should not kill each other when fighting?"
"without."
"That's good," Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Lingtong stepped on the brakes. The off-road vehicle had begun to slow down. The noise from the multi-rotor drone was instigating his eardrums. Wang Jixuan and the 'old man' with white membranes on his eyes looked at each other from a distance.
"You...are here..."
Spiritual consciousness?
Wang Jixuan looked at Lingtong: "Did you hear what he said?"
"I heard it."
"That should be a spiritual message. Later you can help me prove it. Don't let Lao Fu and the others misunderstand that I am having an affair with the Blade Beast."
Lingtong nodded calmly.
He didn't seem nervous at all.
…
Wang Daodao sat carelessly on the seat that Peony gave way to. The skin heating function of Peony already made the cushion very warm.
He looked at the old man and asked proactively:
"Blade beast?"
The old man opened his mouth directly and said slowly in a strange, low voice:
"Spiritual practitioner?"
Daochang Wang was startled. Spiritualist? Are you referring to their monks?
He stared at the old man and kept thinking, wondering: "What are you talking about? A spiritual practitioner?"
"Spirituals, old enemies, fighting."
‘Blade Beast’ simply said:
"You're awake."
Wang Jixuan sneered: "Can you put the words together? Does the negotiator sent by the Blade Beast only have this little communication ability?"
The 'old man' took a gentle breath and spoke harder this time:
"We will get rid of you...by forcing humans...they...are vulnerable..."
"It's useless for you to hide here..."
"If you...come back with me now...and pledge allegiance to our king...we...can let...this group of humans go for the time being..."
Wang Jixuan picked up the tea and took a sip.
He probably gets it.
The blade beast has an old enemy, who is called a spiritual cultivator by the blade beast. They use the word "wake up", indicating that the spiritual cultivator may have been sleeping before.
What the blade beast envoy said next was just a naked threat.
Lingtong on the side suddenly said: "The commander-in-chief means that mankind will do everything possible to protect this hope."
"Yeah, I understand."
Wang Jixuan nodded, looked up at the 'old man', and said calmly: "You heard what the human commander meant, and I don't need to say anything else."
"You are still very... weak..."
"I am not a spiritual practitioner as you say."
Daochang Wang smiled casually:
“I am Black Storm, a psyker created by the military, a young man living in the fortress era.
"What a spiritual practitioner is has nothing to do with me, but I am your enemy now, and I will also practice the creed of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak.
"If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to fight, then fight. There is no need to be pretentious and add to the jokes."
The 'old man' nodded: "Because... you are a spiritual practitioner... you are qualified to talk to us... we will... launch a war in ten days..."
"It should be said," Lingtong said calmly, "We will encircle and suppress the blade beast group in ten days."
The 'old man' didn't respond.
Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: "By the way, you have already passed the news back, right?"
The 'old man' said: "Do you want to regret it?"
"Rebel your uncle!"
Wang Jixuan suddenly rushed forward, and in the "old man's" obviously stunned expression, he hit the old man's chest with a black tiger that ripped out his heart.
The old man's body was thrown backward, and black blood spurted out of his mouth!
Wang Jixuan stepped forward vigorously, leaping up like a cheetah, with divine light bursting out of his eyes. His fists turned into palms, and his palms pushed forward. A blue ripple rippled from top to bottom. The old man's back exploded directly, and a ball of black balls exploded. It is trying its best to extend its huge colorful wings.
Preacher!
Especially the King Kong, which is immortal and indestructible, the wheel of all tribulations, and can subdue demons!
Wang Jixuan's whole body is covered with golden light. Like a subdued dragon descending to the mortal world, the breath in his body condenses in the palm of his hand. I don't know when there is a demon-breaking dagger in his palm!
The bladed beast was about to launch a spiritual attack!
Wang Jixuan waved his arm forward and passed by it!
The spotlight followed, and just as the automatic cannon was about to fire, the body of the preacher, who had just spread his wings, split from the middle and fell down powerlessly.
Daochang Wang turned back and skillfully dug out a fist-sized crystal core from the Blade Beast's body, smiling with satisfaction.
This trip was not in vain.
Lingtong, who had not moved from beginning to end, could not help but frown in thought at this moment.
The Blade Beast declared war on them.
In the small room of the D5 theater headquarters.
Fu Jian leaned on his chair and thought carefully, and whispered: "The entire theater has entered the first level of combat readiness and is preparing to activate the protocol soldiers. All autonomous legions have entered the state of readiness to complete the overhaul as quickly as possible."
"yes!"
Zhou Zhengde pondered for a few times.
The spiritual cultivator, the old enemy of the Blade Beast... Good guy, he was really fooled!
……
‘Spiritual cultivator is what blade beasts call monks? ’
Late at night, after completing a round of practice, Wang Jixuan seriously thought about this issue.
He returned to the supply truck. Lingtong's transport plane was not far away, and a large number of special forces were stationed around it.
Although Lao Fu asked him to engage in research and development with peace of mind, Wang Daozhang said that he was not worried at all, which was definitely a lie.
After all, this round blade beast's offensive was launched by the blade beast against him, a 'spiritual practitioner', which made him a little uneasy.
Ten days.
This is the deadline given by Blademon, and it may not be credible.
Wang Jixuan had just returned from the negotiations when he received news from the front line - the blade beast groups on the periphery of the D5 war zone had begun to gather. Several king-level blade beasts had left their lairs at the same time and were reorganizing the blade beast army underground.
The human side has begun to bomb these blade beast groups, but the blade beasts also have fortifications, and this kind of bombing is only scratching the surface.
‘In other words, is it true that the civilization associated with the bladed beast is called a spiritual cultivator? ’
'Spiritual practitioners are definitely not psykers. Psychics are infused. Blade beasts don't see them at all. Spiritual practitioners can practice as soon as they hear it. Maybe they have a complete system of practice. ’
‘Good guy, is Xiao Zhou really right? Is there an alien civilization with blade beasts? ’
Wang Daochang was a little confused.
He thought about what he should do next.
Time is indeed too tight.
The mass production of the Demon-Breaking Dagger has not yet been completed, and it will be difficult to achieve constructive results in these ten days;
We can build a few drone arrays. The base of the last array will be repaired, and most of them can still be used after replacing the crystal core. , maybe it can be used to make a powerful blade beast later.
What about other than that?
The human military is more professional in terms of tactics and tactics.
Practice.
This time, even if we try to grow the seedlings, we must enter the Return to True Realm as soon as possible. There is no way to lay more foundation in the God-Gathering Realm.
Compared with the God-Gathering Realm, the Guizhen Realm is a comprehensive improvement of the soul, spirit, and body. Especially when reaching the perfection of the God-Gathering Realm, the power of spiritual consciousness will be greatly increased, and the soul will also transform into the original soul.
As for those Xing Tian students...
I don't have time to worry about them at the moment.
Wang Jixuan thought for a while and sent a message to Lingtong.
He wants to go back to Fortress No. 76 to clear the level. It is relatively safe there. He can also get as many crystal core swords as possible to equip humanity with cutting-edge combat power while he is clearing the level.
‘Would you like to switch to magic skills? After all, magic skills will improve faster, and you can find a way to switch back later. ’
Taoist Wang kept pondering.
He kind of wanted to use the blade beast crystal core to upgrade, but he was still hesitant in his heart.
"Sure enough, there are only zero and countless times of magic power."
Wang Jixuan closed his eyes and recalled carefully.
The Mo Luo Tian Sha Art is too overbearing and can only be used in emergencies. Specializing in this art will inevitably affect your temperament and eventually turn you into a murderous maniac.
That's even scarier than the Blade Beast.
He wanted to find a technique in his memory that would allow him to use the remnant souls of blade beasts to enhance the power of his own soul, and use the flesh and blood of blade beasts to enhance his body, making full use of the resources of these blade beasts without having to bear the price of magic power. .
Within ten days, he will return to his true state!
The Taoist priest was furious when his spiritual consciousness suddenly caught him. Zheng Shiduo pushed Wu Man away from the transport plane and came here.
There was a bit of hesitation in the young man's eyes, as if he had something troublesome and wanted to talk to someone.
(End of chapter)