Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 163 Forest Curtain
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They ran back and forth for more than ten minutes.

Her once meticulously styled hair had become disheveled and draped over her shoulders after some running.

The young commander was now lying amidst a mess of broken wood and fallen leaves, breathing heavily.

If you were to hold your breath and look inward at this moment, you would find that his mana (chicken leg satiety) has been almost completely depleted.

It can be said that if they hadn't arrived in time, and if the water level had continued to rise further...

Even if he were to risk a drop in his cultivation level and exhaust his life force to use the Earth Escape Technique, he might not be able to temporarily restrain the Weak Water.

At this moment, if the camera is raised, you can see that next to the young commander who is lying on the ground is a thick earthen wall that is nearly five meters high.

These identical earthen walls have carved out a huge, irregular circle, resembling a basketball court, in this destroyed woodland.

Inside the walled area, the Weak Water, which remains exceptionally pure despite the dust and weeds that have flowed through it, continues to surge and crash relentlessly.

The crystal-clear, rippling water flowed continuously, and the water level stabilized for a short time.

However, if you look up and squint, you can see the center of the fence, which is dozens of meters high in the air.

As if a hole had been breached, a thick column of water gushed out and kept rushing down.

Clearly, at this rate, it won't stop until all the surrounding forests fill the hole.

If that happens, then even if the surrounding area doesn't become an inland sea, it will at least create a large lake or marshland.

At this moment, the young commander, who had been lying on the ground for a while, had regained some strength and struggled to raise his hand to turn on the communicator.

Immediately, a burst of noise erupted.

"Commander of Xuzhou, what's the situation?! Our aerial footage shows the water flow has stopped spreading; does that mean we've succeeded?"

Upon hearing this question, the young man, who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, gasped for breath a few times to calm himself down.

He then replied weakly.

"Ahem... we've managed to suppress it for now. How's the application for magical artifacts in the form of vessels going?"

Upon hearing this question, there was a brief moment of noise on the other end of the communicator before it was handed over to another person.

Immediately afterwards, another voice came.

"Don't worry, the urgency of the situation has been reported."

"Several special operations bureau branches in the vicinity with stockpiles of supplies have already dispatched their fastest transport planes to come over."

"The nearest one can arrive in less than ten minutes."

Upon hearing this answer, the young commander, who was lying on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His tense body suddenly relaxed.

"That's good…"

"I'm exhausted and completely drained. Please send nearby operators to pick me up as soon as possible. You will be in charge of the rescue mission after we get back..."

As he spoke, his forced composure quickly crumbled as he relaxed.

Soon, his consciousness went dark, and he lost consciousness.

...

A few minutes later.

A team of medical personnel from the Special Operations Bureau, dressed in white uniforms, quickly ran over carrying a stretcher.

A doctor whose demonic bloodline awakens, transforming into a half-goat form in order to speed things up.

With a head of fluffy, slightly curly, snow-white hair, and a pair of wise eyes that looked to both sides, it looked down and sized itself up.

"Meow! There are no external injuries, he's just unconscious. Take him back to rest."

After accurately diagnosing the condition.

He waved his hand, signaling the accompanying medical staff to lift the person directly onto a stretcher.

They then quickly withdrew from the battlefield, heading straight for the white tent on the distant high ground.

...

at this time.

The perspective shifts.

They arrived at a dense forest several hundred meters away from the battlefield.

Her petite yet agile figure leaped among the branches of the dense forest.

Like a sprite or bird soaring through the forest.

Her short hair swayed wildly as she jumped, and her eyes behind the crimson mask were filled with anxiety.

"Run! Run! Run! We're going to die! These people are insane!"

He had just fired a barrage of sneak attacks, provoking a conflict between the two sides, and then turned and ran without looking back.

However, they were almost caught up by the pursuing helicopters and Special Operations Bureau agents.

Fortunately, along the way, there were many other cannon fodder cultivators who delayed them, which allowed them to get rid of them.

At this moment, he was leaping among the dense trees in the woodland, carrying various daggers, binoculars, short bows, and quivers.

As he jumped around, he moved up and down like a bird's feathers.

As they ran, they passed through a leaf and suddenly disappeared into the dense woodland ahead.

Instead, there is a steep mountain wall and a stream flowing between the two walls.

The Vermilion Bird, having leaped into the air, had nowhere to land.

Instead of panicking, it spun in the air and transformed into a large, crimson bird.

It flapped its wings and charged straight towards the mountain stream.

But as soon as I turned my perspective, the bird's eyes suddenly glared at me.

"What's this?!"

"It wasn't like this when I left! What's this old man up to?!"

At that moment, following his gaze...

Looking down from above, the two sides are steep, rocky mountains that appear as if they have been cleaved by a knife or axe.

What should have been a rocky mudflat with a trickle of water in the middle is now covered with lush trees.

At a glance, the tallest is nearly forty meters high, seemingly reaching straight into the clouds, while the shortest is still over ten meters high.

That's not the key point. The key point is that these trees are unusually crowded, one next to the other.

Even with Suzaku's fairly good eyesight, he couldn't see through the gaps between the various colored tree trunks to get a glimpse of the scene behind them.

These densely growing trees seem to form a tall and majestic natural city wall.

It forms a formidable defensive line with the steep mountains and streams on both sides.

After its initial shock, the Vermilion Bird quickly flapped its wings and gained altitude.

Fortunately, it can fly. Although the wall of trees is a bit high, it is not enough to stop birds.

Once the altitude reached above the dense forest, Zhuque realized that the changes within the mountain stream were far greater than she had imagined.

It was immediately obvious that the dense trees were used as a defensive wall, and they were nearly 20 meters thick.

In the mountain stream that followed, what should have been a barren space was now filled with all sorts of lush trees.

The canopy-like treetops stand in rows, like green jigsaw puzzle pieces, each one fitting into the next.

Fortunately, it's not as dense as it is at the entrance of the mountain stream.

The Vermilion Bird swooped down and easily slipped through the gaps in the branches into the heavily guarded defensive line.

As soon as it landed, the Vermilion Bird, which had transformed into human form, immediately spotted a figure bending over and working on a lush lawn a few dozen steps away.

Judging from the bamboo basket placed beside him, it was clearly the old man with the green dragon that he was looking for.

Zhuque didn't try to hide her footsteps and ran over in a carefree manner.

"Old man! You've made quite a show of force! Are you planning to take on the Special Operations Bureau head-on?"

He was running and shouting, but before he got close, the old man Qinglong stopped what he was doing when he heard the voice.

Turning around, she saw a short boy skipping and hopping towards her.

A smile appeared in his eyes behind the turquoise mask as he stroked his beard and spoke.

"How could that be? I know my own limitations. It's just a delaying tactic."

"Hey kid, what brings you here so quickly? What's the situation outside?"

The boy seemed quite used to this mode of conversation.

Zhuque ran up to the front and stopped. She glanced at the bamboo basket the old man had placed to the side and saw the pile of green plants before she spoke.

"Anyway, I provoked them to fight each other, but the Special Operations Bureau is much more powerful than I initially thought."

"Those hundreds of independent cultivators were so frightened at the start that most of them surrendered. Afterwards, they were chased all over the forest by helicopters and large groups of Special Operations Bureau agents."

As she spoke, the petite Zhuque stretched out her arms and flapped them twice on either side of her body.

"If I hadn't run fast enough, you probably wouldn't be seeing me today, old man!"

"The Special Operations Bureau really went all out this time; they're incredibly ruthless!"

The smiling old man, stroking his beard, couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the lively and mischievous Vermilion Bird.

But in the end, he said something reassuring.

"Don't be afraid, it's good that you're back."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the lush, robust trees beside him that looked as if they had been there for decades.

"With these trees blocking the way, their planes and cannons are useless."

"I am still confident that I can hold them off for a while with just a few agile superhumans."

Even as he spoke, one could detect a subtle hint of pride.

And here.

As if it couldn't stay still, Suzaku moved around and looked around, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked a question.

"Hey, by the way, old man, where's Director Li and his gang? With you here, they can't have gotten away, can they?"

When this question was raised, the old man with the green dragon on his face grinned even wider.

"Haha, don't worry, they're all fine. After all, they're the second-in-command of the Kyoto General Bureau. Being dead and being captured are two completely different things."

As he said this, the old man Qinglong raised his hand and pointed to an exceptionally thick tree in the distance.

"They're all there. These people are incredibly naive."

"I poisoned the source of the stream, and they actually felt perfectly at ease eating and drinking by the river, haha~"

"Only Director Li and his secretary reacted and were not infected."

"However, that female secretary was indeed quite capable, and it took me quite a bit of effort to subdue her."

"Right now, I've sealed them all inside the trees after applying the medicine."

"With their weapons and magical artifacts confiscated, and without outsiders to rescue them, they can't break through my wooden prison."

Hearing this, Suzaku nodded knowingly.

As members of the same organization, they naturally knew that the wood that the old man Qinglong had nurtured, although not as hard as a magic weapon, was still valuable.

But it's not something an ordinary person can easily break.

Even if it was created using magic, it was still solid wood.

It is no different from a normal growth state that lasts for decades or even hundreds of years.

Having obtained the necessary information, Zhuque chattered away, giving a thorough account of the situation outside.

The two chatted casually for a while, and the old man with the green dragon continued to bend down and cut grass, stuffing it into his bamboo basket.

After watching for a while, Suzaku got bored and couldn't stay still.

It leaped up on the spot, transforming into a large crimson bird, and flew to the branch before turning its head.

"Old man, I'll go ahead and keep an eye on when those people are coming. You stay here and do your work."

After saying that, he leaped up, passed through the gaps in the trees above the mountain stream, and flew straight into the sky.

Hearing the noise, the old man took a moment to look up, only to find that there was no trace of him left, and then shook his head.

"...This kid is so impulsive..."

"Oh, my old back!"

As he spoke, he straightened his back and rubbed his back, glancing at the bamboo basket beside him and noticing that it was only filled to less than seven layers.

"Sigh... I need to work even harder..."

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(End of this chapter)