Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 238 The Shocked Foreigner
"Don't panic, my friend."

Harold, speaking in broken Mandarin, suddenly appeared, posing with his back to the group.

He then turned to the side, revealing what he considered a very friendly smile.

Without even glancing at the roaring monsters approaching in front of him.

With a flick of his arm, a wound split open in his palm, gushing out clusters of bright red blood that quickly thickened, congealed, and spread.

In the end, it transformed into a slender, vermilion rapier, which was held in the palm of the hand.

With a swing, the entire arm transformed into a blur in the next instant, unleashing several strikes in a single second.

It instantly sliced ​​several approaching monsters into pieces, which fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.

And this move was as if it were sending a signal.

In an instant, swarms of bats flew out from the shadows and rushed toward the remaining monsters that had gathered there.

These vampires, who have all reached at least the viscount level, are all quite powerful.

As the bats coalesced, they split into several bodies, some drawing weapons, others extending sharp claws, and pounced.

In just a moment, they scattered the monster horde and quickly eliminated them.

Seeing that he had the upper hand in the battle, Harold turned around, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed gracefully to the four stunned people.

"There's no need for you to panic, it's just a minor inconvenience."

"The crisis is temporarily over. Let's move along and rest for a while..."

"…Um?"

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence, and was just about to straighten up, when he suddenly jolted.

A strange sense of crisis came from very close by, causing Harold's expression to freeze.

Before I could finish speaking, I looked in the direction I felt.

While searching with my eyes, I followed my instincts.

Finally, his gaze settled on Zheng Yin's right hand, which was pressed against his heart as he bowed, or rather, on the green, shiny iron lump he was holding in his hand.

He was very familiar with this thing; it was just an infantry grenade.

Now that Harold has been promoted to a vampire count, he is not afraid of grenades, let alone anti-tank mines.

However, the sense of crisis, like a sharp cone piercing the scalp, is growing stronger.

Under duress, he also held the grenade up to his eyes and examined it carefully, and he quickly noticed the difference.

On the uneven, green, round top of the grenade, there was a yellow area that I initially thought was some kind of decoration or anti-slip strip.

It felt rough to the touch, and it turned out to be some kind of paper, with some unidentified red patterns on it that were gradually becoming shiny.

Just as he was examining them, the patterns began to flash, as if they were LED lights.

It was at this moment that the sense of crisis suddenly surged to a peak.

Harold felt a chill run down his spine and instantly unleashed his full speed at the level of an earl.

His entire body left a blur as he hurled the flashing grenade in his hand towards a distant corner of the rooftop.

And it was in the very next second after the grenade was released that...
"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion, accompanied by flames, suddenly expanded and spread outwards.

Everyone present, even the vampires still engaged in battle, stopped what they were doing and raised their arms to shield themselves.

After a few breaths.

Wait until everything subsides.

Harold lowered his arm somewhat stiffly, looking at the rooftop of the building that had completely disappeared in front of him.

He looked down at the smooth fracture, which was only a few steps away from him.

"……this…?"

His face was stiff, his lips moved, and he glanced at it a few more times. Then, through the hole from the explosion, he could see the view from at least three floors below...

Harold subconsciously raised his hand, ready to rub his eyes and confirm it again.

However, he quickly realized the situation and his own loss of composure, and promptly withdrew his hand.

He straightened his collar to conceal his embarrassment, managing to barely maintain the air of sophistication he had cultivated upon his entrance.

Actually, if it were just the blast radius, it wouldn't be a big deal; he's been hit by missiles before.

It's not an exaggeration in the United States to have explosives that can blast through an area of ​​ten meters.

But the feeling that came out along with the spreading firelight, that made him feel like he was facing death, was quite frightening.

And this thing... can be tentatively called a grenade.

Its explosion was so powerful that it could instantly wipe out such a large area of ​​the deep purple substance that had seeped out.

It's worth noting that he had personally tried to gather information before.

These deep purple mycelia, though seemingly fragile, are actually incredibly robust…

When Harold finally composed himself, turned around, and faced the four bewildered people again...

The elite vampires over there also wiped out the remaining monsters.

After finally working together to break down the stairs leading to the rooftop, they all came over.

The black robes covering his entire body, along with the blood-red eyes faintly visible beneath the hood, perfectly matched the imagined villainous aura.

From the perspective of these four desperate individuals, at least from their point of no return, they don't seem like good people.

Although these foreigners who suddenly appeared acted strangely, they did indeed resolve the immediate crisis.

The first boxer to react patted the soldier in front of him on the shoulder, bringing him back to his senses and making him move aside.

Then, with assistance, he stepped forward to greet Harold and his entourage, who were all wearing smiles.

They stopped and did not approach any closer until they got within a certain distance.

Instead, he directly clasped his hands in a salute, and then, without any hesitation, asked the question.

"...Ahem...Thank you for saving me, but...who are you?"

His tone was weak, but his eyes were exceptionally serious, which, given the current balance of power between the two sides, could even be described as arrogant.

Harold didn't care at all.

Or perhaps they finally started communicating, and he seemed a little excited, his smile widening.

"No need to worry about it, it's just a small favor."

"We vampires will naturally step forward to help those in danger."

"However, I see that you are all injured. Why don't you come with me to get some treatment?"

The boxer, covered in blood and being helped along, saw the blond foreigner in front of him speaking and, mimicking his own gesture, clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the soldiers who were supporting him.

The other person kept talking in that incredibly broken, strangely pronounced Xin Guo dialect.

The boxer listened with a distorted expression, trying to decipher the situation for a while, before finally interrupting the other person.

"...Ahem, well, actually I can speak Eagle Language, let's just communicate normally."

Meanwhile, Harold listened as the square-faced, bearded middle-aged man in front of him spoke a string of fluent and standard English.

He was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and his smile deepened.

"Haha~ Excellent Chinese people, I dare say, none of my teachers when I was in school had such standard pronunciation."

Meanwhile, seeing that the other party was finally able to communicate without having to deal with that awful Mandarin that they hadn't even learned from somewhere and whose pronunciation was so torturous, they breathed a sigh of relief.

However, regarding the invitation just now, the boxer, who was leading the team of superhumans, looked at the state of the people around him.

Although the three soldiers had been attacking with firearms and were not in close combat, they were not as badly injured as I was, but they were all wounded and their physical strength was nearing its limit.

Even the guns were all fired and were scattered everywhere.

The only means of retaliation, a specially made grenade, had just been silently taken away by the blond foreigner in front of him and casually tossed aside.

All I can say is that, apart from being alive, they were completely out of ammunition and supplies.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

After all, regardless of what the other party is trying to do, they have at least just offered to help, so they are unlikely to be after money or murder.

Moreover, both countries' ships are anchored at sea, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man in a tight-fitting outfit, who was clearly the leader of the team, nodded in agreement so quickly, without seeming worried at all.

Harold was somewhat surprised.

However, he quickly smiled and waved his hand, causing the vampire elites beside him to scatter into swarms of fluttering bats.

They led the group of four back towards where they had originally set up camp.

Soon, the swarm of bats disappeared into the night sky...

Meanwhile, on the other side,
The atmosphere at the top of the building was somewhat somber.

Harold's sudden departure with half of the vampire elites left the remaining members somewhat uneasy.

Especially after waiting for a while, no news came back.

The remaining vampires who were left behind stood there like wooden figures, draped in black robes, not uttering a single word, which only fueled the already uneasy thoughts of some.

And just when everything had reached a critical point.

With a worried expression, the witch Kasa, who was sitting on the edge of the building in the direction Harold left, suddenly stood up.

He pointed excitedly at the dark night sky not far away.

"Look! They're back!"

"It seems they brought back a few people too!"

Upon hearing this, the rest of the foundation team members, who were sitting in a circle with solemn expressions, also got up and ran to the side of the building.

As the hunter in the team, the archer with the best eyesight was the first to spot the swarm of bats that almost blended into the gray night sky.

"They are indeed bats, and their numbers haven't decreased."

These words acted as a reassurance, calming the uncertain expressions of the group.

Half a minute later.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the swarm of bats flew rapidly closer and finally landed slowly on the open ground at the top of the building.

As the bats dispersed, the vampires regrouped into human form.

Harold, dressed in a formal suit and with a familiar smile on his face, appeared in the group's view.

At the same time, several figures that had been surrounded by a swarm of bats were revealed behind him.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting~"

Looking at the crowd gathered in front of him, Harold raised his hand to greet them.

Apart from the witch who rushed over immediately, the others reacted indifferently, instead turning their attention to the four figures behind her.

"Is this the person you suddenly rushed to save? He looks... like he's from Xin Guo."

While the crowd whispered and exchanged glances, the taciturn, weathered plate-armored warrior stepped forward with a frown, his tone subtly conveying dissatisfaction.

A pair of dark brown eyes behind the protective gear and helmet looked at the four people covered in injuries.

Harold showed no change in expression, simply smiling as he moved to stand between the two sides, his tone completely flat.

"It was simply because a gentleman offered his help."

"Please be polite to our guest. My friend understands English, so please don't be rude!"

His tone was joking.

However, the weathered middle-aged man, who sensed a hint of warning in his voice, met his gaze for a moment with his calm, deep brown eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked back to his original resting spot with a scraping sound of metal plate armor, and sat down in silence.

Seeing Harold finish his business, he ignored him and waved for the vampire elites beside him to disperse and rest.

He then turned and walked towards the group of people who were already in poor condition from being carried along, and were now slumped on the ground.

"Friend, we are already exploring a safe evacuation route."

"If you don't mind traveling together, we have some necessary medicines with us. We can rest and recover our strength first, and then we will leave together."

"This may take some time. What do you all think?"

Upon hearing this, the boxer, who had been curiously observing, responded.

They turned their attention away from this rather rudimentary camp and the strangely dressed foreigners inside.

He glanced at the three soldiers beside him, sought their opinions with his eyes, and then nodded again.

"Fine, you saved us, so you're in charge."

As he spoke, he plopped down on the air conditioner unit next to him, which was also covered in disgusting, sticky mycelium, as if no one else was there.

Seeing that he had no desire to talk, Harold was not annoyed, but instead waved with a slight smile.

Soon, several low-level vampires came running over with some simple surgical kits and medicines and began to bandage and treat the soldiers who had collapsed on the ground.

However, when the same group of vampires ran up to the boxer sitting to the side to clean his wounds, they were refused by the boxer's wave.

Harold, standing to the side, was also full of curiosity and waved away the somewhat bewildered low-level vampires.

Then, with a probing look, he looked at the extraordinary individual from the Xin Kingdom in front of him, whose condition could be described as quite poor.

The commotion on this small rooftop also attracted the curious gazes of others.

The boxer himself didn't care at all.

He reached into his pocket and, under the puzzled gazes of a group of foreigners, pulled out a small metal bottle about half the size of his palm.

He twisted it open, poured out a small, dark green pill the size of a bean, closed his eyes with a look of disgust, pinched his nose, and threw it into his mouth.

He swallowed it down with a gulp.

He then ignored the sticky purple fungal carpet beneath his buttocks and simply sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

After a few seconds, he let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

But as soon as he looked closely, he saw a group of pale-faced foreigners surrounding him.

A pair of bright red eyes stared intently, motionless.

Startled, it jumped more than a meter off the air conditioner unit where it was sitting cross-legged, flipped backward, and landed steadily on the ground.

"What's going on! Why are you all staring at me? Got your back? Now you want to make a move?!"

No one paid any attention to his words and actions.

In Harold's view, this man's originally much stronger vitality had recently dwindled to less than half a wisp.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was on the verge of death.

Just now, after the other party ate that thing, he sat cross-legged and panted for a while, and surprisingly, he regained most of his health out of thin air.

With his sharp eyes, he even saw through the holes in the other person's clothes that the bloody wounds inside had already healed and scabbed over in such a short time.

In just this brief respite, he was able to recover from the brink of death to a point where he was able to fight back, which secretly shocked him.

But after realizing what had happened, he still wore that faint smile and waved his hand.

"Don't misunderstand, we mean no harm, nor do we intend to break our vow."

"We were just stunned by that... well, that magical pill."

At this point, he seemed to realize that his words were somewhat inappropriate, but after hesitating for a moment, he still asked the question.

"I wonder if I would have the honor of knowing what this is? I apologize if I have overstepped my bounds, please disregard what I just said."

I could feel that the other person's tone and attitude were now significantly more serious than twice as much.

The boxer, who was startled by suddenly opening his eyes to see a group of people, walked back to his original position and sat down with a thud.

He simply pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to the other person, without showing any particular interest in it.

"This thing is called Yin Qi Pill. It contains spiritual energy and is made from the remnants of some Yin-attribute demons after they die."

"It can assist in cultivation, and can also be used to regulate breathing and heal injuries in emergencies, but it is not very useful."

"On our Special Operations Bureau's main data network, ten points can be exchanged for a whole bottle. It's cheap and works, so it's... um..."

At this point, seemingly feeling a little embarrassed, the boxer in his tight-fitting clothes raised his hand and scratched his head.

"People who prioritize cost-effectiveness usually switch to this. It's less effective, but it's cheap, plentiful, and filling. The only downside is the taste... which is rather disappointing."

As he spoke of this, it was as if he were recalling some unbearable memory; his whole body trembled, and his face contorted in pain as he grinned.

"I heard that this thing was originally developed by the research institute in Wushan, together with Master Yang, to find its purpose."

"Initially, it was simply ground into powder and rolled into balls using some method... basically the original flavor."

"It wasn't until recently, when a new secret realm appeared and a fragment of the alchemy technique was found, that the process was improved and the taste was optimized."

"However, it is said that Master Yang tried every method, but he was still unable to remove the mixed yin energy in it."

"If you're unlucky, you'll still suffer some backlash, causing your spiritual energy and chaotic yin energy to be rapidly depleted. However, eating a few more pills will make a little difference, since they're cheap."

As he spoke, he pointed to the three soldiers who were receiving bandages on the side and to his own chest, where only an empty pull ring remained.

"That special grenade you threw out earlier costs twenty points to redeem, enough to buy two bottles."

"However, this operation is a special one, so everyone was issued one, but we've used up almost all of them before."

"That was the last one, so I couldn't give it to you. But I see you seem quite interested in it. Since you saved us, I'll give you this bottle of Yin Qi Pills..."

(End of this chapter)