Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 159 Conflict, Each Using Their Own Methods

"Alright, alright, then I hope you don't die. I still admire your...refined essence dust, hehe..."

As he spoke, and as his voice faded, the slender, tall figure shrouded in the black robe rapidly collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, it dispersed once more into a swarm of ugly, rapidly moving insects, burrowing into nearby rock crevices and piles of fallen leaves, and disappeared.

The old man with the Azure Dragon sitting on the ground didn't even glance back at any of this. He was focused on picking out the saplings, sorting them by type, and then binding them to his waist with hemp rope.

After doing all this, he straightened up, supporting himself on his knees.

He staggered to the edge of the overgrown grass, just like an ordinary old man.

He pulled out a machete from his pocket, cut up various weeds and shrubs, and threw them into the now-empty tree basket.

As various plants and trees piled up, the bamboo basket gradually underwent changes.

Various miscellaneous shades of green began to melt and gradually blend into a puddle.

In the end, it condensed and coalesced into a small handful of snow-white powder.

The old man seemed to have become accustomed to this miraculous change.

He simply untied the pocket at his waist and put away the newly refined wood dust.

After doing all this, he straightened up again and looked into the distance, which was shrouded in dense forest.

There seemed to be some smoke and dust swirling around, so he squinted and muttered to himself.

"Oh dear, that's quite a commotion... No, I'll have to go cut some more; this probably won't be enough..."

As he spoke, he put the empty bamboo basket back on his back and walked step by step into the dense forest in the distance.

...

at this time.

The outskirts of the mountains.

A short figure wearing a crimson mask was leisurely leaning against a thick tree branch.

Holding a pair of binoculars, he looked towards the direction beyond the forest.

"Wow, what a grand display! Are they going to push the mountain down?"

At this moment, it can be seen in his line of sight.

At the boundary between the forest and the plain, armored vehicles drove by one after another, raising clouds of dust.

In the air, you can also see some small black dots of helicopters, and some strange people who seem to have the ability to fly.

Judging from their posture, they were clearly preparing to directly surround and rush in.

However, seeing the convoy charging aggressively towards them, some rogue cultivators hidden in the woods also used their own methods to meet them.

But just when it looked like a conflict was about to break out, it suddenly stopped and a standoff began.

This made the Vermilion Bird boy with the crimson mask quite anxious.

"Hey, why did you stop? Get back to fighting!"

Then a few more minutes passed.

As a result, the encirclement of the Special Operations Bureau that had surrounded them, as seen through the binoculars, actually opened up automatically.

Some rogue cultivators, as if they had received some kind of instruction, actually walked out of the forest and prepared to leave the separated encirclement.

This startled Zhuque, and her anxious emotions vanished.

He then sighed and put down the binoculars.

"Sigh, you still have to rely on me!"

After saying this, he simply tossed the binoculars hanging around his neck behind him.

He stood up on the tree branch, bent his knees slightly, and leaped into the air with great force.

Then, in the next moment.

Its body then shifted and twisted, and feathers grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant bird with crimson feathers all over its body and soared into the sky.

Then, it flew straight towards the Special Operations Bureau's encirclement.

"This is so troublesome, so troublesome. Nobody wants to show their face..."

...

The outskirts of the mountains.

Time goes back to just now.

When the two parties come into contact.

Inside a military base vehicle of the Special Operations Bureau, stationed more than ten miles outside Xiaoxingling on a high ground.

The young man, dressed in a black and blue uniform from the Special Operations Bureau and serving as the leader of a tactical squad, was leisurely looking at the scenery outside the car.

But the next moment.

The communicator in his hand suddenly began to vibrate violently and flash red.

"Warning! Warning! The superior unit has issued a rescue signal. Request immediate support! Request immediate support!"

The inorganic, electronically synthesized sound played three times.

This immediately turned the relaxed Special Operations Bureau members inside the tactical vehicle into serious individuals.

They all picked up the weapons at hand and looked at their captain, who was already typing in the instructions he had received on the communicator.

Upon noticing the gazes of his team members, the special operations team leader from another distant state capital also adopted a serious expression.

He decisively gave the order, instructing the team members driving the vehicles to start the cars and proceed to the pre-marked locations.

Then, he pressed the communicator again, but this time, it was China Unicom that connected to the public channel for this operation.

"Yizhou Third Squad received, en route to mission location. Repeat, Yizhou..."

"...The fourth squad from Jizhou has been received and is en route..."

"...Qingzhou Sixth Squad received..."

Confirmation commands rang out one after another on the public channel.

The corresponding scene occurred in six surrounding camps and more than 30 convoys.

These figures also reflect the scale of capital invested by various parties due to the enormous benefits represented by the cultivator's ruins.

As the one pushed out to carry out the order, Li Junguo's request for reinforcements was the highest directive of this squad.

As everyone received the message on the public channel, one after another, the latest hybrid troop carriers rushed out.

Judging from its design, it belongs to the same type of troop transport vehicle as the one that Li Junguo brought to the Wushan branch office.

In contrast, the more than 30 vehicles gradually raised dust and formed a column to surround the ground troops heading into the dense forest.

Meanwhile, at the Special Operations Bureau headquarters, more than ten reconnaissance and strike helicopters, which had been dispatched, also ascended and swooped down towards the nearby woodland.

As everyone mobilized, some individuals with special abilities also jumped out of the specially designed troop transport vehicle through the sunroof.

Some of them transformed in mid-air, becoming various birds and beasts with wings, leaping into the air and occupying the high ground.

Some simply leaped onto the ground next to the car, crouching down on all fours.

As they ran, their bodies swelled and expanded, transforming them into horses, cheetahs, and other beasts.

Like tireless machines of flesh and blood, they charged forward, kicking up plumes of dust.

This art style, which blends technology with fantasy, is incredibly impactful and creates a strong sense of unease.

Thanks to the fact that all the members were either warriors or possessed the bloodline of demonic beasts, the encirclement was very wide, yet the speed was incredibly fast.

In just a few minutes, we traversed several kilometers and approached the lush woodland.

And then this massive army, raising clouds of dust, charged straight at them.

Some of the people hiding in the forest finally couldn't withstand the pressure and jumped out one after another.

It's not that I don't want to run, but in that moment of hesitation, the encirclement has already begun.

If you want to run, you either have to rush straight into the depths of the forest or scatter and flee.

But now.

Having witnessed the power and oppression of these official forces outside the forest, no one dared to be the first to speak out.

It may stem from greed for relics, or it may stem from a herd mentality.

These people jumped out and confronted the oncoming vehicles and the special agents from the Special Operations Bureau.

In order to prepare for possible shocks.

As the rustling sound continued in the forest, one figure after another emerged, each employing their own methods.

Besides transforming into beasts and birds, they can also activate some kind of magic to summon giant mushrooms from flat ground or cause the soil on the ground to bulge.

Some even smashed tall trees next to them with a few punches and threw them in front of them.

Although not as orderly as the standardized and rigorous actions of the Special Operations Bureau.

However, the independent cultivators had many methods and quickly built a simple defensive line.

They couldn't stop those superhumans, but at least they could cause trouble for the vehicles and the ordinary Special Operations Bureau soldiers inside.

This obvious obstacle caused some of the commanders of the outer perimeter teams to frown deeply.

In the command vehicle at the rear, a tall, elderly man with graying temples slammed his hand on the low table.

Looking at the scene displayed on the in-car screen, he gritted his teeth in anger.

"These rioters! I didn't cause them any trouble, and yet they're blocking our way? This is outrageous!"

In contrast to his outburst of anger, the commanders of the other prefectures, though also filled with dissatisfaction, still maintained a semblance of composure.

"Alright, getting angry won't help now. First, issue an order for the convoy to stop and try to persuade them to leave through negotiation."

A commander who looked much younger spoke up calmly, but many people clearly disagreed with his words.

The first to react was the hot-tempered old man who was the first to slam his fist on the table. He glared at him and turned to look at him.

"Commander of Xuzhou! What do you mean by this?! Are you asking the government and these rioters to back down?!"

Despite the shouting, the young man known as the Commander of Xuzhou remained remarkably calm.

He glanced around and immediately understood their attitudes, then calmly offered an explanation.

“It’s not that I’m admitting defeat. Have you forgotten our mission when we set off? It was to rescue Director Li, who had gone deep into the forest.”

"No matter how vulnerable or weak these rogue cultivators are, they can't stop our elite superhuman squad, but they can stop our ordinary soldiers."

"Even if we can defeat them in one charge, it will slow down our pace and damage our vehicles, which are much more vulnerable to the aliens."

"Director Li's entourage consists of the strongest superhuman experts in Kyoto City."

“I’ve also read the data. Their combat strength is no problem to be equivalent to one or two of our squads, but even so, they still sent out a distress call. Obviously, the danger they are facing is terrifying.”

"If a conflict breaks out with the independent cultivators now, resulting in personnel losses, or even just slowing down the pace, we could suffer very large personnel losses, and there might not even be time to rescue them."

"Do you understand now?"

These words may be considered harsh, but they are also true.

The old man, who was originally so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, was rendered speechless.

He could only clench his fists and grit his teeth in resentment, as if squeezing out a sentence through clenched teeth.

"Okay, mission is the priority! I'll listen to you for now."

"But if these rioters refuse to leave, then don't blame my iron fist!"

Although the tone was harsh, it was clear that the suggestion had been accepted.

Looking at the other four state commanders in the car, they exchanged glances and nodded.

After this brief exchange, the confirmation was quickly disseminated via public channel to the squad located at the front of the vehicle formation.

And now.

The vehicle has stopped and is awaiting orders from behind.

The captain of the Yizhou squad, who had transformed into a lithe cheetah, sat crouching beside the vehicle like a cat.

While waiting, the car next to me suddenly opened its door, and a young man in uniform ran out.

"Captain! Captain! The command center has issued an order! We need to go and negotiate with those people blocking the road to get them to leave, and they've given us only 15 minutes!"

Upon hearing this, the squad leader, who had transformed into a cheetah, couldn't help but show a hint of human-like surprise on his cheetah face.

Finally, he grinned, revealing his fangs, and spoke with considerable surprise.

"Are you sure you didn't hear wrong? Our command center, with its notoriously short temper, actually agreed to negotiations?"

He genuinely found it hard to believe.

Based on his impression of that hot-tempered old man, he was already prepared to charge in and kill at any moment.

Unexpectedly, this time their own commander-in-chief actually obeyed.

"Yes, Captain, it's confirmed! Not only our team, but other teams have also sent a group of people to negotiate together."

"However, the time limit is very tight, only 15 minutes. The higher-ups require us to depart immediately without delay!"

Upon hearing this, the cheetah man, who was in surprise, suddenly realized what was happening and quickly raised his paw to strike.

"Okay, reply received! Immediately select the strongest member of the team to go forward with me!"

"Yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the team members didn't hesitate. After responding with a "yes," they turned around and jumped onto the troop carrier.

(End of this chapter)