Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 237 Rescue
At the top of the building, which was tinged with purple, Harold smiled and chatted casually with the foundation's group.

The others reacted indifferently, except for the witch Kasa, who stared with purple eyes and seemed very interested in it, talking non-stop.

However, they soon found themselves engaged in a lively conversation.

But then he suddenly noticed that the person in front of him froze, his expression turning completely blank, and his words came to an abrupt halt.

The witch Kasa looked worried and called out.

"Mr. Harold? Is something wrong?"

"..."

"...No, it's nothing, just some...new discoveries."

Harold snapped out of his daze at the call and replied somewhat absentmindedly.

Although he was looking straight ahead, the scenery reflected in his blood-red pupils was completely different.

It was a narrow street, viewed from the perspective of the bats that had been released earlier.

It can be seen clearly under night vision conditions.

In that dimly lit alley, creatures resembling zombies from a movie were staggering out.

As the bat continued to fly cautiously into the distance, he saw it in the mycelium, in a dark corner.

Every now and then, all sorts of strange-looking things would emerge.

He also noticed that some of the individuals were not severely distorted and were still wearing remnants of human clothing.

Now I understand where all those monsters that roam the vast Flower Kingdom came from…

After observing for a while and finding nothing further, Harold shifted most of his attention back to his own observations.

They were met with the witch's worried gaze and the probing eyes of the others.

After sorting out his thoughts, Harold put on that polite smile.

He began to recount his recent discovery, adding some of his own guesses and inferences.

"...Clearly, the original monsters were all humans who mutated and became twisted for unknown reasons."

"In the future, there may be a situation of reproduction and division, but in any case, there must be a source or mother body for all of this."

As he spoke, Harold, facing the various gazes of the crowd, turned his head to look at the dark purple scene around him, which resembled some kind of strange and exotic place, and spoke slowly.

“...Looking around, I feel that we may be very close to the source.”

His prediction came true, and the people in front of him looked at each other in bewilderment, looking at the surrounding scenery and recalling the scene of expansion.

This is clearly very convincing.

"But this is beyond our reach; it's beyond our capabilities."

A hoarse, steady voice rang out.

Harold looked up in surprise at the middle-aged man sitting in the corner with a horrifying, twisted scar on his face.

This was the foundation's squad leader, who wore heavy knight's plate armor, always kept his distance from people, and was taciturn.

He assumed the other person was the stubborn type who wouldn't adapt to orders.

Surprisingly, this guy with the rigid face was the first to suggest retreating.

The blood-red pupils, characteristic of vampires, met those deep brown, calm, and collected eyes for a moment.

Soon, Harold's face once again displayed that polite smile.

"You're absolutely right. Whether you're human or a vampire, you need to act within your means."

This was exactly what he wanted.

He had already secretly collected blood samples and information about the monster during his scouting trip not long ago.

The original intention of bringing up this topic was to steer the discussion toward evacuation.

Now that we have the cooperation, the idea was achieved so easily, saving us a lot of effort.

With both team captains' ideas in mind, even if there were members in the team who were eager to make a name for themselves or who had been brainwashed, they could only regretfully give up.

Given the current situation, without the cooperation of the vampires, relying solely on the small group of people in the Foundation's team, acting rashly on their own is no different from suicide.

Everyone reached a consensus through this.

Furthermore, since the sudden change occurred, no new threats have emerged, and the previously pervasive atmosphere of panic has gradually subsided.

Everyone found a place to sit down, recover their strength, and waited for the bats dispatched by the vampires to find a safe escape route.

Seeing that everyone had lost interest in chatting, Harold shut up, found a spot, and focused his attention back on the senses of the bat.

"Ok?"

Not long after, Harold, who was standing with his eyes slightly closed and arms crossed, raised an eyebrow and let out a questioning tremor from his nose.

By this time, the bats he had created had flown several blocks away.

Harold is now in control of it.

Fluttering its wings, it hovered above a building that was not much different in size from its own feet, also stained purple and transformed into a strange shape.

Reflected in the blood-red pupils of bats, the interior of the building was covered with mycelium, leaving only the empty holes at the windows.

Amidst a familiar burst of gunfire, they were illuminated by the flashes of bullets.

Inside, you can see a jumble of shadows piled up and people running around.

On the ground floor of the building, it was completely surrounded by a large number of monsters.

This really surprised him; he never expected that an army would still be alive in such a strange and dangerous place.

However, judging from the density of the gunfire and the muzzle flashes as they gradually retreated to the top floor, it was clear that the number of people was already small.

Then, right before Harold's eyes, the iron door on the rooftop of the building, also covered in purple mycelium, was suddenly kicked open.

In an instant, three soldiers dressed in full combat gear and carrying guns surged out backwards, firing continuously as they went.

Harold, who was controlling the bat and hovering above the building, coldly watched everything below.

While wondering how long these people could keep struggling.

Suddenly, a lithe figure rushed out from the kicked-open iron door of the rooftop, rolled over to dissipate the force, and stood firmly in place.

However, at this moment, the man was in a sorry state, his white short-sleeved outfit covered with numerous holes and gaps.

The scarlet bloodstains stained almost half of the clothes.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the bats, this middle-aged man in tight-fitting clothes, covered in wounds—enough to have died countless times by now—[was seen].

He took a step forward and a step back. He stretched his arms out to his sides, striking a strange pose.

As soon as the distorted shadow approached from inside the wide-open iron gate, it instantly moved its feet and darted out.

He swung his right fist directly, and with a whooshing sound, he slammed it down.

Then, this seemingly ordinary punch sent the bloated, twisted monster, which almost filled the entire door frame, staggering backward and crashing back into the stairwell.

After doing all that, the middle-aged man in the white outfit suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body instantly retreating.

Seizing the opportunity, the three soldiers who had been standing on both sides opened fire instantly with exceptional skill, suppressing the surging monsters.

The entire process was meticulously coordinated, with no unnecessary movements or communication.

Meanwhile, Harold, who was seeing all this through the eyes of a bat, was paying attention to something else.

The middle-aged man covered in injuries just now, his movements and posture seemed to be... a Chinese?

He didn't know much about other countries. Although he had studied a lot about the Sin Kingdom after becoming a vampire, his knowledge was still limited.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that not only that man, but also the weapons of the other three soldiers do not resemble those of the United States or the Kingdom of the Flower.

During his investigation, he soon discovered that some of the equipment bore the emblems or flags of the Xin Kingdom.

It can also be confirmed that the team that suddenly appeared and was attacked by monsters is indeed real.

Through the bat's eyes, one can see the well-coordinated team at the top of the building, using the narrow entrance to hold back the monster horde.

Although it doesn't seem difficult, and even seems quite easy.

Harold knew that with no way out on the rooftop, even the best cooperation wouldn't work.

Facing hordes of fearless and endless monsters, it was merely a matter of delaying death.

As long as your stamina and ammunition are almost depleted, or even a small mistake occurs.

The next second, this squad might be overwhelmed by the surging tide of monsters.

As he stared, Harold thought quickly.

...At the same time, at the top of the building where his main body was located, Harold, who was standing with his arms crossed, slowly opened his eyes with a strange expression on his face.

“…Viscount-level vampires, step forward and follow me.”

The sudden order caused half of the vampires, who had been looking for places to rest, to stand up without hesitation.

He walked silently to Harold and waited for instructions.

The foundation team members, who had found places to sit and rest, stood up somewhat bewildered.

Finally, it was Kasa, dressed in a loose robe, who stepped forward a few steps and asked the question.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Harold simply turned around, walked to the edge of the building, and instantly transformed into a swarm of black bats, flying into the night sky.

The other vampires around him followed suit.

Only one sentence remained, drifting gently down into the night sky.

"I'm going to rescue them..."

When these words reached the ears of the foundation members present, they couldn't help but exchange strange glances.

Only the witch, staring blankly at the swarm of bats flying further and further away in the sky, showed a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"...Truly a gentleman of elegance."

……

At this time, the other side.

Top of the rooftop.

Flames spewed from the gun barrels, illuminating the stairwell, which was now filled with monsters and their corpses.

Even after killing countless monsters, more and more twisted monsters crawled and surged up.

To make matters worse, the dense barrage of bullets that had been suppressing the monster's advance suddenly weakened.

"Master Quan! I'm almost out of bullets!"

"mine too!"

"..."

Cries of impending ammunition shortages came one after another.

At this moment, they were standing at the very front of the group, facing the doorway directly opposite the surging tide of monsters.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and covered in blood, clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently.

The massive blood loss, coupled with prolonged and intense combat, pushed even a physical cultivator known for his physique and as a boxer in the Southwest region to the brink of exhaustion.

Hearing the shouts of the soldiers behind him, a weary, bitter smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

"...There's really no other way."

In the meantime, the stairwell was filled with all sorts of flesh and corpses.

With a roar, another enormous monster emerged, charging forward despite being riddled with bullets.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man could no longer think of anything else. He took another step forward and punched the monster's head.

"boom--!"

However, with his spiritual energy depleted and his body severely injured, this punch ultimately resulted in a mistake.

The iron fist, capable of crushing metal and breaking stone, dented half of the monster's head, but was deflected by the densely packed chunks of flesh.

Upon seeing this, the boxer inwardly cried out in alarm and tried to retreat, but it was clearly too late.

"boom--!!"

With a loud crash, the middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen.

The immense force of the monster's attack sent him flying several meters backward in an instant.

It rolled several times on the rooftop before finally coming to a stop at the edge of the building, with half of its body already floating in the air.

When I sat up again, I felt my vision darken and I felt swaying.

The monster that had just sent him flying with a single blow was now braving the soldiers' gunfire as it walked out step by step.
Following them, various small creatures, on all fours and resembling some kind of canine, surged forth like a tidal wave.

Left with no other choice, the three soldiers, who already had very few bullets, had to turn their guns around and aim at the swarming, larger number of smaller monsters.

The space was compressed, and he retreated step by step until he was pressed against the boxer who was lying on the ground.

"Click! Click!"

Inside the gun barrel, the metallic clanging sound of bullets hitting empty air suddenly rang out, and the already thin barrage of bullets abruptly halted.

Soon, the other two men also ran out of guns.

An enraged young soldier, seeing the ever-growing number of monsters, cursed and swung his empty gun at the leader of the monsters.

"Damn it!! I'd rather die than become one of these disgusting things!"

After throwing the gun, the soldier immediately pulled out a grenade from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the other two soldiers also silently moved closer.

At the same time, he looked at the approaching monster with eyes full of fearless anger.

Behind the three soldiers, the boxer, who had suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet, grinned at the scene before him.

He took two steps forward and stood with the three of them.

They were unexpectedly drawn into this area, and after communication with their superiors was cut off, they encountered monsters along the way, fighting and retreating at the same time.

I've also seen many Yinghua people who are halfway through their transformation, or even in the process of transformation. They understand what dying here means.

The world underwent a great change, spiritual energy revived, and people realized that the soul truly existed. No one present was afraid of death.

However, for the people of Xin Guo, who value death, the emergence of cultivators now confirms the existence of the underworld.

They find it even more unacceptable that after death their bodies are transformed into monsters and they are not allowed to find peace.

"...Good lad, I was wondering why you were saving your grenades and not using them. You're quick-witted."

Coughing up blood, the boxer raised his blood-stained hand and grabbed the young soldier's hand, pulling the grenade the soldier was clutching tightly toward himself.

"Click..."

With a crisp click of a metal buckle being pulled, the safety of the grenade, which had been gripped tightly, was pulled out.

After doing all that, the group huddled together in perfect unison.

Their gazes were unwavering as they looked at the enormous, staggering monster, waiting in tacit agreement.

His lips moved, his eyes counting the distance the monster was getting closer, until he took the next step.

"Click~"

With a soft click, the pin on the grenade popped out as the clenched hand loosened its grip.

The grenade, now without its safety pin, tumbled and crashed into the ground beneath its feet.

With just a light impact, the fuse is triggered, and the specially designed grenade detonates.

It will instantly devour the group and the monsters that approach, tearing both sides to shreds.

"..."

"Boom...boom..."

In the silent wait, only the heartbeat could be heard, one after another.

The young soldier gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and waited for a long time, but he did not feel any pain as if the explosion were tearing his body apart.

"Why doesn't it hurt yet?"

Still wondering.

Suddenly, he felt his helmet being slapped hard. He opened his eyes blankly and looked up at the boxer who was withdrawing his hand.

Just as I was about to ask a question, the other person reached out a large hand, turned my chin, and forced my head to face forward.

Then he saw a tall foreigner, dressed in a purple suit, who looked completely out of place in this messy and distorted place, standing not far away with his back turned.

At this moment, she even raised her hand arrogantly, smoothed her shiny golden hair which was coated with hairspray, and tossed something in her hand.

Upon closer inspection, the young soldier discovered that it was actually a grenade with the fuse removed.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Help the vampires, my friends!"

(End of this chapter)