Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 141 Foundation

at this time.

The first round of the fully automated, AFK killing spree beta version, with the observer leaving midway through, has officially ended.

Zhao Hai and Ye Fan, who accidentally wandered onto the film set, were completely unaware that they were acting as substitutes for others.

On the field, either they have minor injuries or they are already dead.

Since both of them were wanted by the police, they didn't kindly call the police to send an ambulance.

Moreover, it's possible that the police officer in the scene had called for backup beforehand.

Shortly after the two dealt with the skeleton knight, sirens blared from the roads surrounding the park.

Helpless, not wanting to be arrested or endlessly entangled, the two Haier brothers had no choice but to flee.

He quickly packed up and, without looking back, sped away in the opposite direction from where the siren was coming from.

We traveled through dense woodlands along the way.

Zhao Hai was quite curious at this moment, looking at the skeleton horse under his buttocks, which was running very fast but did not feel any vibration or instability.

Some people were quite amazed.

"Brother Ye, I didn't know you could ride a horse!"

"Moreover, this horse is unusual. Judging from its appearance, it probably doesn't need to eat and can run indefinitely."

"And it's so stable, much more comfortable than any luxury car..."

Ye Fei was actually a little confused about his boss's incessant chatter behind him.

Upon hearing the siren, the two thought they should quickly pack up.

Let's see if there's any loot, then quickly pack it up and run away.

Looked around.

After death, the skeleton knight, whether in armor or bone, seems to have lost its original mysterious energy supply and become an ordinary thing.

Only a thick wooden bow, gleaming with luster, remains intact.

However, Zhao Hai didn't know how to use it, so it was naturally handed over to Ye Fei, who mainly used a bow for attack.

Unexpectedly, once he got his hands on the bow and arrow, he felt as if he could control his own arm.

Moreover, it can retract into the body like an arrow that was originally part of the body.

This discovery also greatly excited Ye Fei.

He conjured an arrow out of thin air, nocked it on the newly acquired extraordinary bow, and fired a test shot.

The results far exceeded his expectations.

As the bowstring was drawn back, the arrow shot out with a whooshing sound and landed on a wooden house in the distance, which had inexplicably been pierced by a large hole.

The arrow, as if it had taken Viagra, violently propelled a sizable piece of broken wood, sending it flying more than ten meters away.

As someone who frequently uses the accompanying bow and arrows, Ye Fei naturally knows the power of every arrow he shoots like the back of his hand.

Ye Fei could clearly feel it during this attack alone.

The arrows shot from this bow are clearly much stronger than those from my original bow.

It's as if the arrow, once shot, suddenly gained extra force, allowing it to send the object it hits flying even further.

However, apart from that, there were no other gains.

Finally, the two who were still unwilling to give up set their sights on the skeleton horse that was standing to the side, occasionally striking it with a silent snort.

As a northerner, Zhao Hai also rode horses when he was a child.

Eager to catch a glimpse of the prey, he braced himself with both hands and flipped himself up.

Sitting on this bareback, nearly two-meter-tall skeletal warhorse, his expression was full of excitement.

Before the excitement could last even a few seconds, the reins were pulled, and the dog began to shake violently.

They pinched the horse's belly and hit its rump.

Even this couldn't make the tall, skeletal warhorse move an inch.

Ye Fei couldn't stand it any longer and stopped the other party.

Otherwise, this skeleton horse would probably have fallen apart following in its master's footsteps after Zhao Hai's antics.

After Zhao Hai dismounted dejectedly.

Ye Fei touched the horse's bony back and felt a sudden, intuitive sense of familiarity.

As if possessed, I climbed onto the horse's back, but as soon as I straddled it...

The uncooperative skeleton horse from a moment ago now seemed to have seen its own father.

With a flick of the reins, Ye Fei propelled the car forward for quite a distance.

Zhao Hai, who was left behind, was dumbfounded and extremely envious.

Thanks to this new mode of transportation, Ye Fei finally agreed to share a horse after much pleading and cajoling.

Thanks to the Skeleton Horse's lightning speed and its all-terrain hoof ability that is virtually unaffected by any environment.

This made their already fast pace even faster, several times faster.

Almost instantly, the faint sound of the sirens that could be heard before was left far behind.

By now, the two had already run out of the small forest.

They were galloping on horseback on the outskirts of the city, on a deserted Gobi desert filled with piles of rocks and weeds.

Although I've said it several times already.

But Zhao Hai looked down at Ye Fan, who was holding the reins with both hands and galloping on his horse.

While wiggling her buttocks and grimacing, she looked somewhat puzzled.

"Hiss~ Brother Ye, isn't your butt hurt? There are bones all over the horse's back."

"And you don't even have a saddle, how can you control it so well?"

Hearing Zhao Hai's question from behind, Ye Fei was also somewhat puzzled.

Although I've never ridden a horse since I was a child, I have watched TV dramas about it.

Those who ride horses generally have some understanding of the purpose of saddles and stirrups.

The horse I'm riding now has nothing.

Theoretically speaking, let alone being able to control a horse to move, it would be very difficult to even sit still.

But somehow, when my buttocks touched the horse's back, I felt unusually stable.

Moreover, there is an indescribable sense of comfort and rationality, as if you were born to ride this horse.

Moreover, the skeletal warhorse beneath his rump seemed to share a telepathic connection with him.

Sometimes, you don't even need to do anything with your hands.

Just by thinking about it, the horse will adjust its angle and speed according to its own ideas.

After thinking about some scenes from fantasy dramas, Ye Fei summarized and said with some uncertainty.

"Perhaps this is what it means for a spirit beast to recognize its master?"

Upon hearing this explanation, Zhao Hai, who was sitting behind the horse, initially nodded.

However, he quickly realized that something was wrong.

Looking down, I saw a grayish-white skeleton beneath my buttocks, devoid of any flesh or blood.

Then he thought of his brother Ye, who could transform into a skeleton.

This art style doesn't feel like that of a righteous character.

After thinking about it, I didn't say it out loud, but instead gave my approval.

"Right, right! A spirit beast! It's not unusual for it to be all bones, right?"

"..."

……

Now on the other side.

In an office filled with metallic hues and a high-tech feel.

General MacArthur with a researcher in a white lab coat.

They were standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, discussing something.

"Dr. Payton, are you satisfied with this research facility?"

As the question was asked, the gaunt researcher standing next to MacArthur slowly turned around. There stood Sven Payton, his face aged and wrinkled, his eyes sunken and bloodshot.

With an excited smile, he looked around at everything.

"Great, fantastic! With these, I'm confident I can unlock the secrets of the gods!"

"One day, the concepts and principles that God represents will be printed in textbooks that teach children!"

MacArthur looked at the thin, balding old man before him.

The other person's fanatical and oblivious attitude made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He frowned slightly and took a half step back.

Finally, he could only sigh inwardly.

Given the other party's capabilities and the support of those above, he could only speak up and correct them.

“Dr. Peyton, I think there are some errors in what you said, and they should be in the textbooks of the American Federation children.”

Payton, who was raising his hands at that moment, was lost in some kind of daydream.

Upon hearing the words of the person beside him, he froze, and the excitement on his face quickly vanished.

This rapid change in mood is truly worrying for his mental state.

He raised his hand and slowly adjusted the glasses on his nose.

The lenses that refract light made his eyes sparkle with an inexplicable brilliance.

"...Of course, sir, I understand what you mean, but I think you should also know that science is humanity's explanation of the universe and all things."

"A selfish person cannot hold onto wealth for a lifetime, but we will possess the wealth of all mankind."

Upon hearing this, MacArthur neither agreed nor disagreed; he simply shrugged.

"I think it's no use trying to convince me, Doctor. You should talk to those congressmen."

"They are the people in this country who love to guard their wealth until they are burned at the stake."

"I also really hope that they can share their infinite wealth with my finite self, hehe~"

It seemed like they were trying to break the awkward silence with a joke.

However, seeing Payton standing opposite him with no change in expression, MacArthur could only feel awkward and stopped talking.

"Well then, it seems that rigid researchers always lack a sense of humor."

"In that case, let's talk about work."

As he spoke, MacArthur walked to the table and pulled two pages from a file folder on the table.

He raised his hand and handed it to Dr. Payton, who had followed him over.

"Two days ago, the White House passed the proposal."

"It has been decided to relocate all samples and research topics related to the study of the extraordinary to this newly built large research base."

"Including the first werewolf 001, and its subordinate 001-1 incorruptible flesh, followed by the vampire 002, the golden apple 003, the flesh bacteria 004, 005..."

As MacArthur read aloud the dense text from the document.

Dr. Payton was also reading the contents recorded in the photocopy at the same time.

Looking at those extraordinary objects and biological samples, some familiar and studied, and others completely unfamiliar.

Originally annoyed by the unpleasantness just now, a pure and joyful smile once again appeared on his lips.

"Is this all? A total of 25 items?"

By now, the list of relocation names had already been read aloud.

Upon hearing the other person's clearly excited tone, MacArthur couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and emphasize it.

"Naturally, this is already the entire Federation's storage of all extraordinary items, and you have complete control over them."

"But you must also remember your promise: to produce a meaningful result within a month."

"Otherwise, the greater the support now, the stronger the retaliation from those people when they go crazy later will be."

Dr. Peyton seemed completely unconcerned about the consequences and dangers that MacArthur had outlined in his words.

"Commander of Nature, I understand what they want."

"Since you fully support my research, I don't mind if my first research topic involves life enhancement and lifespan extension..."

Seeing that the other person was still buried in a pile of files, completely ignoring his warning, he realized that the other person was not paying any attention to it.

This further fueled MacArthur's already strong dislike for this person.

He had lost patience to persuade this stubborn research talent.

Although the other party may bring huge benefits to the Federation, it is not worth doing more for the Federation before any results are achieved.

Instead of using any rhetoric, he simply dropped the last sentence in a nonchalant tone.

"Then I wish Dr. Payton's research all the best."

“A month from now, I will come with the rest of the federal legislators to see your results.”

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the door without looking back.

The military boots made an unusually crisp sound when they struck the metal ground.

Upon detecting someone approaching, the alloy door that had been opening to the left and right retracted into the wall, and MacArthur walked straight out.

After arriving outside, I turned around and looked inside. Dr. Payton was still buried in the table, comparing various documents back and forth.

He couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his nose.

As if he had just suddenly remembered, he loudly reminded them.

“Dr. Payton, I forgot to tell you, about the research facility you are managing this time.”

"It was jointly established by 16 long-established families across the United States and the White House government."

"It does not simply obey any side, nor does it belong to any one person or any force."

"Therefore, regarding naming, after discussions among those at the top, the conventional numbering system was abandoned, and a more grassroots, collaborative approach was adopted..."

"This research base is called the Federal Special Containment and Research Foundation (FSC-RF)."

"Don't forget to pick up your employee badge later. Goodbye, Doctor."

After saying that, he didn't look at her again and turned to walk into the deep corridor.

Meanwhile, Payton was still looking at the various research topics and results that had been handed over to him.

He nodded and shook his head, sometimes with a smile on his face, sometimes with indignation.

As you can see, the upper right corner of the stack of files covering the table is printed with an image that looks like a shield.

In the center of the design are the words "sfc-rf".

But clearly, he was completely absorbed in those bizarre and wonderful observation logs at the moment.

Payton didn't care which organization the documents belonged to.

He continued browsing tirelessly until 20 minutes later, when he finally straightened up with a satisfied expression.

"Werewolves, vampires, demons from hell... and..."

Muttering to himself, he slowly made his way to the wall, to the opaque glass wall.

He raised his palm and skillfully typed a program on the touchscreen in the corner of the screen.

Then, in the next moment.

This specially made, thick, soundproof, and bulletproof glass transformed into a transparent observation window after a series of surging waves.

Through the observation window, it can be seen that what lies outside the floor-to-ceiling window is neither the outside world nor a beautiful garden.

Instead, it was a huge, pure white room filled with a cold, serious atmosphere of technology.

The entire room is made up of raised, special materials on all four sides.

This material can absorb more than 90% of vibrations and sound.

And in this huge soundproof room, which is nearly 30 meters long and wide.

In the center of the room.

A ball of various sizes and asymmetry, surrounded by feathered wings, lay there quietly.

"...And you...026, the Angel of a Thousand Wings..."

"...I really hope that one day I can uncover all your secrets..."

(End of this chapter)