Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 139 Like a God of War
The scene then rewinds to ten minutes earlier.

They easily made their way into the woods, shaking off the uniformed police officers who were shouting behind them.

Zhao Hai and Ye Fei's skills were so good that they moved through this relatively flat forest as if it were flat ground.

"These police officers are nowhere near as skilled as those back home!"

At this moment, Zhao Hai took the lead, moving quickly through the forest filled with shrubs and tall trees.

He even had time to turn around and chat and joke with the younger brother following behind him.

"I feel like none of these people can run as fast as those TV reporters we met on the overpass last time!"

"Forehead…"

Ye Fei, who was following closely behind, thought for a moment.

He recalled the obese policeman who had been chasing them and was panting after just a few steps.

There were also the reporters who came to help when the accident occurred on an elevated highway in China.

They were all carrying heavy cameras, running around like they were facing a zombie apocalypse.

Thinking back to that scene, I can't help but feel ashamed.

"Perhaps it's a problem with the local dietary habits?"

"I used to see news reports saying that people here love to eat fried chicken and hamburgers, which are all high in oil and salt, and the obesity rate is quite high."

This explanation is rather far-fetched.

But Ye Fei couldn't think of any other reason to explain why the police who were supposed to protect the safety of the citizens were weaker than an 80-year-old woman.

Just as the two were talking, a gunshot suddenly rang out from afar, echoing back and forth in the woods.

This caused the two people, who were still chatting and laughing, to pause in surprise.

They looked at each other.

Then, in perfect unison, they accelerated and ran towards the direction from which the gunshots came.

We kept wandering through what seemed like an endless forest.

Along the way, bursts of gunfire came from the same direction.

Clearly, although the two were not familiar with firearms, they understood what had happened.

As for the nationally renowned "failed man".

Whether or not they actually help anyone, they'd still go to join in the fun.

As the two quickened their pace, the sunlight ahead became increasingly bright.

Suddenly, I took a step forward, and the view opened up before me.

As the two stepped out of the edge of the woods, the first thing they saw was this lush green lawn by the lake.

The most conspicuous figure in the center was a skeleton knight, nearly four meters tall, covered in armor, surrounded by countless gruesome corpses.

This unexpected turn of events truly startled the two of them.

I've heard from people in China that there are often gunfights and shootouts abroad.

I had expected to see a pile of corpses, but I never imagined I would see a moving skeleton—such a magical creature!

"What is this thing, a skeleton spirit?"

Zhao Hai was the quickest to react; he hadn't thought that much about it either.

He was usually muttering to himself.

He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniature version of his fishing rod, about the size of his palm.

Then, it was tossed into the air and rose with the wind. When it fell back down and was held in the hand, it had transformed into a fishing rod more than two meters long.

It was noticed that the skeletal monster covered in iron armor had already drawn its bow and arrow, about to shoot the wounded boy who had fallen to the ground.

Zhao Hai then put all his strength into it and swung the fishing rod forward with a wide swing.

The small white square at the tip of the fishing rod also drew a parabola, landing on the head of the skeleton monster sitting on horseback.

Then he pulled backward with both arms.

Then they saw that the skeletal monster was accompanied by its tall, skeletal warhorse.

He was lifted into the air and sent flying backwards towards Zhao Hai.

Dragged a dozen meters away, the horse's hooves, studded with iron nails, plowed four deep furrows in the slippery grass.

They finally stopped less than twenty steps away from Zhao Hai and his companion.

And now, as the distance has been reduced.

Zhao Hai also saw clearly what the monster he had pulled in front of him looked like.

Looking at the other side, at the skeletal body encased in pieces of iron armor.

Compared to the opponent's broad wooden bow, which shimmered with a pale purple luster.

He raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised.

"Oh, you're an archer too?"

As he spoke, Zhao Hai nudged his younger brother Ye Fei, who was standing with his arms crossed, with his elbow bent.

"Look, Brother Ye, doesn't he look like you?"

There was absolutely no tension in his tone that one would expect when encountering a terrifying monster.

Or rather, the Haier Brothers Alliance has seen many similar monsters in the past two weeks, and countless have died at their hands.

Hearing what the person next to him said, Ye Fei glanced at the skeleton knight monster that had been pulled over and was trying to shake off the fishhook on its head.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Hai, stop messing around, I'm not that ugly."

After saying this, they noticed that the monster that had been pulled away, unable to break free, had raised its bow and arrow and was preparing to attack the two of them.

Ye Fei also dropped his nonchalant expression and loosened his arms that were wrapped around his shoulders.

Similarly, he raised his right hand and pointed it at the monster not far away.

Then, in the next moment.

All I could see was his arm, which he held up in front of him, gradually losing flesh and blood, starting from his fingertips, as if it were melting away.

Thick, grayish-white bones replaced the original limbs.

This change gradually stops once it reaches the elbow.

The next instant, with a clench of the bone claws, a wooden bow somewhat similar to the monster opposite him quietly appeared in Ye Fei's hand.

same.

Draw the bow.

An arrow appeared silently on the bowstring, as the fingers that had been holding the fletching suddenly released their grip.

"call out!!"

After a whistling sound from the bowstring, the arrow shot out, piercing the air.

It is quite obvious that the two attack methods seem to have some similarities.

However, from raising his hand to activate his ability, to drawing his bow and shooting the arrow, Ye Fei...

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, while the skeletal monster appeared much stiffer in comparison.

Almost instantly, the arrow, launched later but arriving faster, left a trail of afterimages and pierced the skeletal monster's chest. The entire arrow shaft pierced through the monster's thick metal breastplate as easily as piercing a soda can.

It pierced directly into the monster's body.

This delicate attack should not have caused much damage to the monster, which was made entirely of bones and had no flesh and blood.

But the arrows shot by Ye Fei seemed to carry some kind of magical power.

The entire skeleton knight riding the tall warhorse was slightly pushed back by this arrow.

But soon.

Before the skeletal monster could react in time, it raised its bow and arrow and launched an attack.

Zhao Hai, seizing the opportunity, once again pulled on the fishing rod-shaped magic weapon in his hand, hooked his head, and pulled him close.

This time, the distance was shortened by half again, and the group was now only a few steps apart.

After completing this series of actions, Zhao Hai revealed a malicious smile.

"Try this!"

As he spoke, he used the fishing rod magic weapon in one hand to restrain the skeleton monster.

With his other hand, he reached into his pocket and took out a small wine glass that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

In an instant.

As the arm holding the fishing rod gripped its weapon, the muscles bulged suddenly.

A tremendous force traveled up the fishing rod and into the skeletal knight whose head was hooked.

It pulled him into the air and sent him plummeting towards Zhao Hai.

After making these movements, he faced the monster he had pulled towards him and held the metal water cup in his palm.

The next moment, the water glass in his hand instantly expanded and transformed into a giant round bucket.

It went straight at the head of the monster, which was struggling haphazardly in mid-air and unable to adjust its position.

As the two collided, a long, resonant metallic clang, like the sound of a bell, echoed across the lakeside lawn.

The people who had just been rescued by the sudden appearance of the others were stunned.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai directly placed the water cup, which had transformed into a giant round barrel, onto the skeleton knight's ugly face like a cap.

They forcefully shoved his entire head in amidst a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

And then.

With a loud shout from Zhao Hai.

"Ha!! Water's here!"

At the same time as the shout, the skeletal knight, whose head was being held captive, suddenly began to struggle violently.

From the gap in the not-quickly-sealed bucket opening, streams of clear water, free of any impurities, gushed out.

It seemed slow, but in just a few breaths, it enveloped the skeletal knight and his warhorse.

Visibly, the surging, clear water covered the monster's body.

The other person's struggling movements also became stiff and slow, as if restrained by some kind of shackle.

Although he was still struggling to raise his bow and arrow, wanting to attack the two, he was interrupted by several arrows from Ye Fei, who was watching intently from the side and had drawn his bow.

Then came the skeleton knight, who had been so imposing and unstoppable.

Unable to move or resist, Ye Fei casually fired a few arrows at it, and it exploded into pieces with a loud bang.

Various fragments of iron armor and black and white bones were scattered all over the ground.

It was washed away by the clear water and scattered in all directions.

All of this happened too fast, thanks to the two's skillful teamwork.

The skeleton knight didn't even put up any effective resistance before being easily killed in no time.

The crisis is now resolved.

The old priest, clutching his abraded waist and abdomen, staggered forward a few steps, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Looking at the clear water flowing almost to his feet and the fragments of armor and bones being washed away by the water, he finally believed that he was not hallucinating.

"My God..."

Behind him, Cohen, with eyes full of sorrow, stared at the burly black man lying on the ground, seemingly oblivious to the situation.

The other survivors all had eyes that were not much different from the old priest's.

It was a gaze as if looking at a god of war.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai and Ye Fei didn't care about all that.

In their view, this demon-hunting operation was simple, even less so than the last time they worked together to kill the highway ghost.

At least the ghost's movements are unpredictable, so it won't get hurt no matter how it's attacked.

Like the one we just dealt with, the skeleton horse with a bow and arrow.

The fact that it can be attacked by a physical entity already indicates that it won't be difficult to deal with.

If placed in today's China, its threat level probably wouldn't even rank in the top 100.

After kicking the scattered skeleton on the ground, Zhao Hai confirmed that this rather presentable skeleton monster had died so easily.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Tsk tsk~ It looks pretty impressive, but it's all just for show."

As he spoke, Zhao Hai extended his hand.

He pulled the skull out of the empty water cup magic item and casually threw it on the ground.

Then he didn't do much else, only holding the water cup magic weapon in his hand.

Towards the top of that seemingly endless spring, suspended in mid-air, where a trickle of water slowly flows, reach out and scoop it up from afar.

In the subsequent scenes, it was as if some kind of power sustaining the suspended spring had been taken away.

The huge water glass, which had been empty, was refilled with water.

And the floating trickle of water seemed to have its source cut off, slowly falling from its peak.

The water that had spread out across a large area of ​​small pools on the ground seemed to have lost its support.

It seemed to evaporate, or be absorbed by the earth, disappearing without a trace in just a few breaths.

Even on the grass, on that short layer of lush green leaves, there wasn't a single drop of water.

It was as if no water had flowed through the roots.

If it weren't for the bones and armor fragments scattered all over the ground.

I doubt anyone who came here would guess that there was once a small pond here.

This action once again shocked the foreigners who were staring blankly at the scene.

The old priest was now staring wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief and a sense of wonder and longing as if he had witnessed a miracle.

If you get close, you can hear him muttering to himself from his closed mouth.

"This...this boundless, clear spring...God...is it you who have appeared in the world?"

(End of this chapter)