Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 162 Weak Water
"Is...this water?"

Looking at the aerial view, the blue trail on the ground gradually enlarges and spreads.

One of the commanders frowned and examined it for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly.

In contrast to his question, the young commander of Xuzhou suddenly widened his eyes as he looked at the screen.

"It's the Weak Water!"

The sudden shout drew everyone's attention back from the screen.

The people looking at him were filled with surprise, speechlessness, doubt, and disbelief.

The robust old man, with his straightforward personality, spoke up with a question.

"Are you sure it's Weak Water? I don't see anything unusual about it. There's no black smoke or anything like that."

"Look, there were people flying over there in the video just now, and they didn't fall into the water."

However, the commander of Xuzhou never took his eyes off the battlefield images in response to his questions, and simply said in a serious tone.

"It's absolutely true! It's the Weak Water! Quickly, give the order immediately for everyone to evacuate! Absolutely no one is allowed to enter the water!"

Seeing his expression, the group stopped hesitating and quickly issued the order to stay away from the Weak Water.

Throughout this process, the Xuzhou commander's serious gaze never left the blue reflection of the sky in his eyes.

"Weak Water" can be considered a hypothetical name.

Since the Reiki revival began, there has been no definitive guidance system.

Therefore, most of them are myths and legends that people find and match themselves to.

The term "weak water" generally refers to magical artifacts in the form of vessels, or those that have awakened the ability to manipulate water.

This ability is rare and few people know about it.

The water is crystal clear and often inexhaustible once released.

Some call it the Weak Water, others call it the Yellow Springs, but whatever the name, it proves its terrifying nature.

While not as brutal as fire magic, water magic often brings silent destruction.

The Weak Water flows and spreads silently, unlike ordinary water that splashes against the shore and creates waves and sounds.

The spread of the Weak Water was as silent as a thousand layers of mercury.

Anyone who falls into the water, whether an ordinary person or a strong, awakened demon, will die within moments.

Compared to the direct burning and death of fire magic, the death of people by weak water is as silent as its spread.

If the sudden appearance of the weak water on the screen, like in the other disasters, were to spread without limit and cover everything in sight.

If a vessel-shaped magic treasure is not brought in in time to collect it, the surrounding area within a hundred miles would probably turn into a vast swamp overnight.

It is also the Weak Water Yellow Spring, where one will die upon entering the water.

Thinking of this, the brows of the Xuzhou commander, which had been furrowed by the appearance of the fire-wielding cultivator, were now completely knotted together.

Even the tips of his temples were slightly covered with a layer of white sweat.

This level of responsibility is so great that even if everyone present were dragged out and shot for an entire day, it still wouldn't be enough to atone for it.

"Quickly! Contact the special operations bureaus of the surrounding states as quickly as possible and transfer all the supernatural items in their inventory, including any containers that might be relevant to the collection! Immediately!"

Even after issuing the order almost by shouting, the commander of Xuzhou was still uneasy.

As he watched the blue body of water spreading larger and larger in the screen, he gritted his teeth and his eyes hardened.

"I'll try to delay them! You all keep control of the battle and don't let the follow-up troops rush into the water. Everyone, try to get to higher ground and enter through the mountain paths on both sides!"

Without waiting for anyone else's response, he yanked open the skylight above his head and nimbly climbed out.

He beckoned and summoned several birds that were flying alongside him to form a group.

Then, with his understanding and cooperation, they grabbed his shoulders and back, and pulled him directly into the air.

He flew rapidly toward the battlefield.

……

At this moment, on the ground battlefield.

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

A jet-black helicopter roared through the dense forest, followed closely by a cacophony of calls from various birds and beasts.

At that moment, two masked young men who looked to be no more than 20 years old were running frantically into the depths of the jungle.

Those who were shorter were clearly exhausted and had to be pulled along by their companions the whole way, but they were still staggering.

Compared to the other supernatural beings who would occasionally pass by the two of them, turning into afterimages and rushing past, they were as slow as a tortoise.

Meanwhile, the roar of the helicopter's rotors was getting closer and closer.

It even gave the two of them the feeling that it was already right above their heads.

"...Fine, you can run away by yourself. If you take me with you, you'll have even less chance of escaping..."

Under pressure, the short boy, who was being dragged along and staggering, forcefully broke free from the hand that was holding him.

He muttered something to himself and then stood still, as if he had given up.

Feeling his hand being shaken off, his companion turned around, his face covered so his expression couldn't be seen, but his outstretched hand seemed to be trying to grab his companion again.

"you……"

"Da da da!"

I just uttered the word "you".

The next moment, a buzzing sound resounded through the sky, followed by a dense, continuous tearing sound.

In the blink of an eye, golden bullets, leaving afterimages, tore apart the tree canopy above the two people's heads.

Like a sword slicing down horizontally, it tore everything in its path to shreds—including, of course, the young man who turned back to call out to his companions.

In an instant, several bullets, each as thick as a finger, came hurtling towards them.

The high-pressure air created by the compression of the bullet's outer layer was like a series of bloodthirsty giant pythons, biting into the man's chest and abdomen.

In the blink of an eye, amidst a roar and the muffled thud of a heavy object hitting the ground, blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere.

It stirred up a cloud of fallen leaves and debris.

The thin boy who gave up on running away witnessed the whole thing.

Because they were so close, a few drops of scalding blood splattered onto his face as his companion's shattered body was scattered everywhere.

It all happened so suddenly that even after standing there for a while, he still couldn't react.

His eyes trembled as he stared at the bloody mess on the ground, unable to believe that it was all real.

He was very lucky; he was standing in a gap between the firepower of two helicopters.

Trees were smashed in front of and behind him, and some people, like his companions, were beaten into pieces.

Some people, with exceptionally resilient constitutions or who were lucky enough to only be hit in the hands and feet, were still groaning and trying to escape to a distance.

But now, even the tall trees have been blasted down, so how could these people whose movements are hindered possibly escape?

The helicopter roared overhead, kicking up fallen leaves and dust.

After the helicopter passed, there was a series of rapidly approaching footsteps and the noise of flapping wings.

Clearly, the second wave of ground troops has already crossed over.

There was no time left for the boy to think.

Driven by biological instinct and regret, he mustered his strength and came to a section of a large tree stump that was less than two meters tall.

Leaning against the tree stump, he took out a square, crystal-like object that was azure blue and translucent.

This is the magical artifact he obtained by chance.

After entering the circle of supernatural beings with his two companions, he learned that this kind of magic weapon, which could be freely scaled, was a relatively common defensive magic weapon.

The effect was minimal, but fortunately, his companion was armed with an offensive weapon.

The two had been close friends since childhood and always acted together, one on offense and the other on defense, and they did quite well together.

Having overheard that a site was about to be discovered at Xiaoxingling, the young man, driven by his youthful impetuosity, ran over there.

Unexpectedly, they have encountered such a desperate situation.

Recalling the scene of his companion being torn apart by bullets right in front of him, tears welled up in the boy's eyes.

Then, with a ferocious expression, he raised the magic weapon in his hand and aimed it at the approaching figures outside the forest, which was now just a pile of wooden stakes.

"Go to hell!"

With his shout, the crystal cube in his hand instantly grew larger, expanding to a square meter.

Under the sunlight, it is crystal clear, just like crystal.

The next moment, several figures on all fours rushed forward, dragging their afterimages along with them.

With the boy's quick reaction, he directly used the magical weapon in his hand to block in front of him.

The next moment, several hands, some clenched into fists and others extending sharp claws, attacked one after another.

The blows struck the crystalline cube in the boy's hand repeatedly, producing muffled thuds. However, blocking this sudden attack was useless, as even more figures approached.

First to be hit, a Special Operations Bureau agent resembling a falcon swooped down from the air.

Its sharp beak and razor-sharp claws gleamed with a cold light.

Helpless, the boy could only desperately try to deflect the attack that was restraining him, and use the magic weapon in his hand to meet the attack from the upper diagonal.

But clearly, it was too late.

Then, with a few creaking and scraping sounds, the falcon's beak and talons scraped against the edge of the cube, getting right up to the boy with a ferocious expression.

next moment.

The boy closed his eyes in fear.

A dull thud sounded as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

"Pfft!"

"...Ugh!"

Blood splattered, and the belated, excruciating pain made the boy scream.

Turning his head again, he saw that the arm he had just used to wield the magic weapon to fight the enemy had been torn off at the root.

Blood was gushing out from the severed arm, turning the area a deep crimson.

Whether from fear or pain, the boy's face was now completely drained of color.

Pale as a ghost, it slowly slid off the tree stump it was leaning against and collapsed to the ground.

I looked up at the eagle.

At this moment, facing the sun, a pair of bird claws gripped its severed arm, along with the cube held in the severed arm's hand, flying above its head.

All around, the crunching sound of boots crushing fallen leaves gradually drew closer.

At that moment, the boy knew he was doomed.

Or rather, he was already dead when he made this wrong decision with his companions.

"Cough cough..."

Just as he was coughing, watching the Special Operations Bureau members, using all sorts of methods, gather in ever-growing numbers.

A sudden, crisp sound came from above.

The boy, who had lost too much blood and was beginning to lose consciousness, looked up curiously.

But then he discovered that the falcon, clutching his severed arm, was facing the sun.

The crystal-clear cube held in the severed arm suddenly developed fine cracks when exposed to the sunlight.

"……This is……?"

Before his groggy brain could even process what was happening, cracks had already spread to every inch of the entire cube.

Then, in the next moment.

"Oh!"

There was a crisp sound.

A series of fine, crackling sounds, like shattering glass, rang out.

Then, to the boy's astonishment, the shattered cube did not scatter.

Instead, strands of something resembling silver threads hung down.

Then, as if connected to a river, it began to gush out a torrent of water.

And it grew more and more, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a huge water column with a diameter of two or three meters.

The falcon clutching its severed arm was also caught off guard and was swept away by the surging torrent of water.

It rolled over and was pinned to the ground.

At this moment, the boy, who had lost all his strength, could only watch helplessly as the clear water flowed down from the sky as if there had been a hole in it.

And after landing, they quickly piled up and gradually spread to the front of him.

First, I supported myself on the ground, and with my remaining palm, I felt a rush of cool, moist sensation.

Then, it quickly spreads upwards, to the abdomen, chest, and neck.

Until the very end, the mouth, nose, and eyes.

The entire field of vision was instantly obscured by a distorted light with vibrant, wave-like colors.

Reflected in the pure, flawless water, it's as if you're swimming in a liquid, crystal-clear sea.

Dazzling and beautiful, like a dream.

The dizziness from excessive blood loss seemed to be washed away by the pure water.

My mood calmed down.

A slight smile gradually appeared on his face.

In a daze, he seemed to see his companion, who had just died tragically in front of him, reaching out his hand to invite him to the internet cafe on the back street of the school.

Then, with great difficulty, he slowly raised his remaining right hand in the water.

"...Okay...okay..."

next moment.

Gradually, the handkerchief wrapped around the smiling boy's face was washed away.

He revealed a youthful and ordinary-looking face.

In his wide-open eyes, his pupils gradually lost focus.

And then, it was frozen in time forever.

At this moment, the surging, spreading water was rapidly impacting everything around it.

Whether it was weeds, shrubs, tree stumps, or soil, everything was washed away and pressed to the ground in the silent waves.

Along with those who were unable to react in time and escape, they were swept into the water and struggled desperately, but could not get away.

It could only be washed away by the spreading water for a few breaths before its movements suddenly stopped.

Like an insect frozen in amber, it lay quietly at the bottom of the clear water.

Looking up at the sun, distorted into bizarre and fantastical shapes across the water.

The enormous column of water that fell from the sky spread out at an almost frenzied pace.

The giant waves, which should have been several meters high, should have crashed with a tremendous roar, but the water curtain was eerily silent, without making a sound.

It was like a calm, lifeless water god, devouring everything it touched.

As the distance increased, even an troop carrier that couldn't turn around in time was swept up by the waves and overturned.

Before the people inside could escape, they were engulfed by the soaking water and gradually fell silent.

In just a few minutes, the water curtain had spread to an area of ​​nearly 100 meters in radius.

And this time.

Suspended by several Special Operations Bureau agents with flying abilities, the Xuzhou commander, who was flying over, also saw this scene from afar and was filled with horror.

Seeing it in person is far more breathtaking than watching it from an aerial view.

Then, noticing the ever-expanding expanse of clear water, there was no time to think or hesitate.

He quickly ripped off the shirt that was being held onto and jumped from a height of nearly 30 meters.

Before landing, with a thought, a pair of gleaming metal boots and a suit of dark brown leather armor quickly covered his entire body.

The moment of landing.

He immediately rolled forward to dissipate the force, and then, without pausing, squatted down and slammed his hands on the ground.

A ring of patterns resembling an array quickly appeared on the ground covered with fallen leaves and branches.

next moment.

The young commander shouted.

"Kun character, Tuheche!"

With a loud shout, the ground suddenly shook.

Square earthen walls, like giant beasts emerging from the ground, suddenly rise up along the path where the water spreads.

The surging, lifeless water crashed against the thick earthen wall, only to be stopped and bounced back.

Having done all this, the young commander, who was covered in sweat and seemed to be quite anxious and exhausted, did not dare to delay for a moment.

He got up and started walking, heading towards another place.

This only blocked one side; the water is still flowing rapidly out from the other sides.

(End of this chapter)