Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 176 Here we go again?!
The smoke and dust from the explosion lingered for a long time due to the terrain.

Thick dust completely obscured the beams of the searchlights.

Only a few flames could be seen at the center of the explosion, burning intermittently in the hazy light.

The soldiers who had taken cover to avoid the shockwave gradually recovered.

They shook their throbbing heads and helped each other to their feet.

The face beneath the helmet still bore the bewilderment of someone still reeling from the explosion.

On the open ground of the city wall, which was in ruins from the explosion, Yang Ping's Taoist robe was covered in dust and looked a little disheveled.

He walked to the edge of the city wall, looked at the billowing smoke and dust below, and frowned solemnly.

With a flick of his finger, he pulled out a light green talisman and swung it forward.

In an instant, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, suddenly lifted his bright yellow robes.

The wind gathered into a beam, striking the smoke screen below the city like a sharp arrow.

The fierce winds swirled the thick black smoke in all directions.

As the blast probed into the thick smoke, it shattered like waves crashing against rocks.

The blasting wind tore through the smoke that was obscuring the view.

The people on the city wall finally saw the scene on the ground.

The once flat land is now covered with more than a dozen still-burning shell craters, with sparks flickering in them.

Some zombies, blown in two, were digging in the sand, struggling to pull their mangled bodies out of the ground.

Many more zombies are physically healthy.

However, the skin covered with dark green fur was also torn off in many places by the explosion, revealing the dark blue, dry, and hard muscles and withered yellow bones underneath.

But these injuries are no big deal to zombies.

They staggered to their feet after the explosion subsided, their broken limbs twisting at bizarre angles.

There is no pain to begin with; the body is driven by bloodlust, and its only desire is for living beings with blood and energy.

One by one, they stubbornly struggled to their feet, opening their mouths wide and letting out hoarse roars towards the crowd.

Directly in front of the regrouped horde of zombies, a tall figure, two meters high and draped in tattered animal skin, stood silently.

The wind bullet that Yang Ping fired just now hit its chest.

The shockwave from the explosion should have sent ordinary zombies flying, but it only made them take a slight step back, with no further impact.

Yang Ping stood on the city wall and stared at it, showing no surprise.

This attack was only intended to disperse the smoke and clear the field of vision, in preparation for subsequent attacks.

Right now, he was deftly pulling out a talisman and fiddling with it in his hand.

Just as he was preparing the object in his hand, the zombie's shriveled eyes stared intently at the human in the yellow robe fluttering on the city wall.

Suddenly, its saw-like mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth, and a roar like the friction of steel emanated from its chest and abdomen.

Before the roar had even faded, it moved with a speed and agility completely unlike a zombie's stiff physique, transforming into a blur as it lunged at the towering concrete wall.

His fingernails, as black as iron, slammed fiercely against the wall.

"Crack!"

The sound echoed through the night sky, and a section of the concrete wall that could withstand a missile attack was ripped away as easily as tofu.

And then this happened.

The tall zombie lowered its head, examining the grayish-brown cement fragments in its claws.

It seems they are judging whether it's edible.

“Sniff…”

His shriveled nasal cavity twitched, devoid of any trace of blood.

He then gripped it tightly and crushed it into powder.

next moment.

He then flew into a rage and began pounding his fists against the wall.

The roar continued incessantly, and cement debris flew everywhere.

Soon, it broke through the surface of the wall, and the black, cone-shaped claws rubbed against the internal steel bars, sparking dazzling sparks.

The horrific scene made Yang Ping on the city wall twitch his brow, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go forward.

As I fiddled with it for a moment.

At this moment, a spider made of white talisman paper appeared in his palm without him noticing.

The paper is a pale white color with strange black ink patterns painted on the surface.

At this point, there was no hesitation.

Then, he stretched out his palms and chanted a prayer.

"Spiderwebs cover the ground, silver threads bind the feet! Commands must be obeyed without question, no movement is permitted! So be it!"

As the incantation was cast, the paper spider suddenly trembled and leaped out of the palm like a living creature, quickly slithering along the wall and crawling towards the swirling smoke and dust.

Although it was made of folded paper, it was now moving faster than the real thing.

next moment.

As the small, white paper spider disappeared into the dust.

"Bind!"

The white talisman paper suddenly burst open, transforming into dense spiderweb-like ropes of varying thicknesses.

The lower half of the tall zombie was firmly bound to the surrounding walls and floor.

This sudden constraint also caused the zombie, who was focused on dismantling the wall, to pause abruptly.

The decaying brain, which had just developed a little intelligence due to its advancement, looked down in confusion at its tightly bound lower body.

"Roar?"

I took a step.

After realizing it couldn't move, it raised its hands and desperately tore at the spider silk.

The thick spider web, under its brute force, kept deforming and breaking, but because the bindings were too dense, it was still difficult to break free for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Ping no longer hesitated.

Seizing the opportunity, he took out the red rope talisman he had prepared in advance from his chest, and leaped off the city wall with a light touch of his toes.

"Crash..."

The talisman unfurled in mid-air, like a serpent.

The moment he landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body moving around the zombies like a fish.

In the blink of an eye, a red rope several meters long was wrapped tightly around his body.

Before the zombie could react, it swung its hand to attack.

Yang Ping had already touched the ground with his toes and leaped backward, a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, try this! It's a great treasure developed by Master Dao!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, pointed his sword finger, and gave a soft shout to the bound zombie.

"Edict!"

In an instant, several yellow talismans tied to the red rope lit up one after another, their light growing brighter and brighter.

Finally, it stuck to the zombie's body like a red-hot branding iron.

As the topmost talisman exploded, raging flames shot up, completely engulfing the two-meter-tall zombie.

The flames of the talisman scorched every inch of flesh, and the aged oil crackled and popped under the heat.

Even the bones and muscles that were difficult to damage by artillery shells began to crack inch by inch.

"Roar!!!"

The intense pain caused the zombie to roar, its bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Ping.

He then gave up trying to break free of his restraints, turned around, and, engulfed in flames, lunged at the yellow-robed Taoist priest a dozen meters away.

The dense spider silk that held its legs to the ground snapped inch by inch under its force.

Although the struggle to break free was slow, it was gradually regaining its ability to move.

Yang Ping looked at the zombie, which was baring its teeth and claws but seemed to be restrained like a dog on a leash, and didn't just stand by and watch.

He deftly pulled out a talisman and stuck it on the copper coin sword in his right hand.

The characters on the yellow talisman were sharp and the brushstrokes were like knives.

It was the same Sharp Metal Talisman we had used before.

As the chanting began, a sharp, blinding light flashed.

Using the talismans attached to his legs, Yang Ping transformed into a blur and instantly closed in on the zombie.

The copper coin sword, gleaming with a cold light, slashed fiercely towards his neck.

"Qiang——!"

The copper coin-shaped blade struck the neck covered in purple hair, producing a metallic clang.

The sword bounced high into the air.

If Yang Ping hadn't affixed the Golden Body Talisman beforehand, this attack would probably have already shattered his tiger's mouth.

However, the copper coin sword imbued with the power of the runes was not entirely ineffective.

The powerful sword strike cleaved the neck, sending the zombie's upper body sprawling backward.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was also cut across his neck, exposing his stiff, grayish-white throat.

"Hehe... Roar!"

The zombie roared angrily, but because of its slit throat, the sound was like a broken gong with a whistling sound, both comical and terrifying.

Yang Ping also curled the corners of his mouth and beckoned with his hand in a greasy manner.

When it was time to return the car, the first talisman on the burning red rope turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

Immediately afterward, the second talisman burst into flames again, just like before, enveloping his body, which had just been extinguished by the flames.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ping quickly adjusted his posture, twisted his body, and slashed down with his sword again. "Clang—!"

"Roar!!"

Next.

Within a small area beneath the city wall, the sounds of metal clashing could be heard incessantly.

Interspersed with Yang Ping's low shouts as he swung his sword, the crackling sounds of talisman fire burning the zombies, and the zombies' angry roars in pain.

Seeing this, Old Li, who had been swaying as he stood up from the top of the wall, immediately called on the soldiers on the defensive line who were still able to fight to return to their posts and open fire.

Their target wasn't the troublesome, tall zombie, but rather the remaining zombies that smelled human scent and were crawling up from the ground.

The entire defensive line's firepower worked in perfect unison to suppress the remaining zombies outside Yang Ping's combat range.

Moreover, the previous artillery support was not entirely useless.

Although not destroyed, it was bombed into pieces, making it much easier to suppress with fire.

Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, the zombie horde was directly divided up by the crossfire of the defensive line.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in smoke and dust, with frequent explosions.

Burning limbs and flames were everywhere.

Wisps of black smoke twisted and rose into the sky under the illumination of searchlights.

At this moment, at the foot of the city wall.

After several exchanges, Yang Ping had once again created distance, panting as he held up his twisted, deformed, and almost broken copper coin sword.

Looking at the mangled pieces of flesh lying on the ground in front of him, their shape indistinguishable, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Ugh, this thing is harder than solid iron, isn't it? What if it completely breaks through and turns into purple fur? What would happen then?"

Muttering to himself, he casually tossed the completely ruined copper coin sword aside and then ripped off the faded and damaged talisman from his leg.

He then walked, panting heavily, to the charred, mangled corpse.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his chest, only to see that the yellow Taoist robe had been torn, and several purplish-blue scratches were clearly visible on the skin underneath.

This should be considered the first time they were injured during this nighttime raid.

Fortunately, there are plenty of ways to suppress the corpse energy, so there's no need to worry about getting infected.

After a series of exchanges.

Even though he used binding spells to restrain the zombie first, he relied on his swordsmanship and movement skills, which he often practiced with Li Qingfeng, to move around.

However, the Iron Armor Talismans and Golden Body Talismans he had accumulated were completely used up.

Finally, due to exhaustion, he was caught by a zombie in its dying counterattack.

Throughout the entire contest, they used almost every trick in the book, except for a few trump cards.

It wasn't until the Sharp Metal Talisman failed that the seven Fire Nourishing Talismans finally managed to wear down the scruffy zombie.

The sharp metal sword energy, which could usually cleave demons in two with a single strike, took more than a dozen strikes to sever the zombie's neck this time.

Only after his head was cut off did the zombie's power diminish greatly, and it was finally subdued by the various talismans he had prepared.

The fight is over now.

Taking a break to catch my breath and calm down, I turned around and looked back.

Seeing that the zombie horde had lost its leader, they reached the concrete wall and began gnawing at it just like the previous zombie.

However, the issue of zombies attacking walls was considered from the very beginning of the design.

Even if we only consider the thickness, this city wall is more than two meters thick, and it is solidly poured.

With only a few dozen green-haired corpses left, even if they gnawed on them all night, they wouldn't be able to break through.

Moreover, the undamaged defensive forces are also constantly sniping, and it seems they won't be able to hold out for long.

Dozens of heavy machine guns at the firing point also suppressed the continuous stream of zombies pouring out of the tomb entrance.

This also cut off their "source of soldiers".

From the very beginning, the defense line had considered the problem of insufficient ammunition reserves and the need to hold out to the death.

Therefore, there are several warehouses on the outskirts, which can continuously replenish supplies.

Judging from the current situation, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the soldiers can take turns to save their energy and hold out until reinforcements from the bureau arrive.

Relieved, Yang Ping turned around and began rummaging through the pile of charred, blackened zombie flesh.

Soon, he had two palm-sized pieces of fur covered in thick, purple hair in his hands.

There was also a piece of dark red, hard flesh.

After taking over this defense zone, the Special Operations Bureau discovered that after zombies were killed, their invulnerable flesh would quickly regenerate to normal strength.

The research institute analyzed that this was a phenomenon of fading from the mortal realm caused by the dissipation of yin energy.

Just as oysters can form pearls, some zombies leave behind flesh and blood brimming with yin energy after they die.

Yang Ping had asked his master about this matter and learned that it was a product of zombies absorbing the yin and evil energy of heaven and earth, which condensed and did not dissipate after death.

After processing, it can be used to refine elixirs containing yin energy.

Old Xiong was not skilled in this area and could not utilize it, but the Special Operations Bureau was very interested in it.

It was even given a name: Yin Rou (阴肉).

Acquisition tasks are always displayed on the leaderboard.

Yang Ping estimated that the flesh and blood of this purple-haired zombie in front of him could be exchanged for one or two thousand points in the bureau.

This is much better at preserving value than money.

He had long coveted a powerful item in the game and wanted to use it to accumulate more points to exchange for a decent weapon.

As for the two purple fur coats, they were no longer fresh.

From the very beginning, the military used the skins of the first batch of green-haired zombies killed to create armor for the superhuman armed forces.

It's said to be able to resist some supernatural attacks; the rumors are quite mysterious, but he's never actually witnessed it.

The two halves of purple fur in Yang Ping's hands must provide superior defense.

Unfortunately, the quantity was too small; it wasn't even enough to make a pair of gloves.

In comparison, the more valuable genital flesh is obviously more useful.

Take out a waterproof cloth bag and stuff the two "harvests" inside.

He then took out the last two Swiftness Talismans and prepared to climb back to the city wall to recover his strength.

Then check if there's any cinnabar left on the overturned altar, and prepare to quickly draw a few low-level talismans to replenish it.

Having just dealt with that troublesome, scruffy zombie, I've used up most of my talismans and desperately need to replenish them for a sense of security.

"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, the talisman guides the wind. Stepping on the universe, traveling ten thousand miles without stopping! Swiftly!"

As the word "疾" was shouted out.

The two yellow ribbons in his hand fell like snakes and quickly wrapped around Yang Ping's calves.

He then bent down slightly, about to leap up, and climbed up the protrusion on the wall.

Suddenly, a sound, unlike the explosion of a cannonball, rang out behind them.

"boom!!!"

"Roar!!"

The explosion was muffled, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, and it was mixed with the clanging roar of a wild beast.

The sound made Yang Ping, who was just about to jump, freeze abruptly.

It felt like countless mandrills were running through my mind.

"...Damn it, Daoist Master, I can't be that unlucky, can I?"

At this moment, the golden talisman on his body had already lost its effect. With his mortal body, any serious attack would send him to the underworld to join his master.

Cold sweat dripped uncontrollably from his forehead, landing with a "plop" on the ground.

Hearing the sudden, loud roar of the defending soldiers, and the deafening roar of gunfire several times more intense than before, Yang Ping had no more hope.

He turned around stiffly.

The entrance to the tomb, which had originally been riddled with a large hole, now burst open like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The high-strength alloy plate with extremely high toughness, like a window punctured, curls outward at an odd angle.

In the middle of the mess, a figure over two meters tall, covered in rusty scales, stood arrogantly.

Holding a rusty giant sword upside down in its hand, it waved its large claws as if strolling in the rain amidst the dense gunfire and explosions.

"Ding! Ding! Boom!"

When the dense rain of steel sparks struck him, it was as if he were encased in an impenetrable wall of steel.

The densely packed armor-piercing bullets, each about the thickness of a finger, struck his chest, which was covered in scales.

It could only twist and deform amidst the sparks that flew out, before falling to the ground.

Before long, a small mountain of bullets and shrapnel piled up on the ground in front of the zombie in ancient armor.

At this moment, Yang Ping had reached the edge of the cemetery sinkhole.

He stared bitterly at the glaring purple light shining through the gaps in the armor, his face ashen as if he'd swallowed a fly.

He licked his lips, which were dry from the smoke of battle, and his tone was somewhat frantic.

"...Again?!"

He raised his hand to touch his waist and chest, feeling the meager amount of talismans he had left, and his face grew increasingly pale.

Without stopping, he instantly pulled a palm-sized communicator from his waist and pressed the call button.

"Beep~ Beep~ (Dialing)"

"Hey! Tan Hui! Where's the backup? How long until they arrive?!"

"What?! A tanker truck exploded on the road? It's blocking the main road!!"

"Make them change their route!"

"Ok?"

What does it mean that there were also car accidents on other roads?!

(End of this chapter)