Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 245 East Wind - Fire
"Boom——!!"

A blinding flash of lightning, accompanied by a thunderous roar, resounded throughout the surrounding area.

Li Qingfeng, who was still in a daze, suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was falling rapidly towards the sea below.

He hurriedly activated one of the talismans he had just received, and in a gust of wind, his body was suddenly dragged into the air.

Ascending to a high altitude, one can see what exactly is that lightning that has been blocking the surging monster horde in the distance.

Li Qingfeng initially thought that Yang Ping had learned some powerful lightning technique after his breakthrough, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that this was not the case at all.

Yang Ping, who had just gone to stop the monster horde with unwavering momentum, looked even darker now.

Because of the darkness and the monsters roaming around, it took a while to get a better look.

Only then did they notice that above the figure circling back and forth among the monsters, there was a well-formed thundercloud hundreds of feet in diameter, following closely behind.

Light shone up from above, and the silver snake danced.

Just as they were watching, another bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket, suddenly struck down.

It struck Yang Ping, who was flying in an S-shape below, directly, but at the same time, it also instantly blasted the other monsters around it to pieces.

"..."

The imagery was too abstract, making it quite difficult to understand. After a moment of stunned silence, his pupils flashing with lightning, Li Qingfeng finally realized what was happening.

Yang Ping had just touched the threshold of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he had already attracted a tribulation of lightning.

Unlike before when he sat cross-legged on one side and adhered to his original intention, Yang Ping actually rushed over with Lei Yun, who was halfway through his breakthrough, and used the lightning tribulation to kill the monster.

However, once his doubts subsided, Li Qingfeng quickly realized the danger behind his actions. Breaking through the tribulation was no easy feat, and the slightest mistake could lead to his demise and being reduced to ashes.

Sensing that he had less than one-tenth of the spiritual energy left in his body, he took out the small white jade bottle from his storage bag without hesitation, turned it upside down, poured out the last pill inside, and swallowed it.

The moment the golden bullet entered his mouth, a golden glow appeared, and in an instant, his nearly depleted protective spiritual energy and magical power were restored by more than half.

In addition, the remaining medicinal power was still circulating in the body, rapidly restoring the spiritual energy deficiency.

Meanwhile, in the distance, a figure hovered and flew, suspended by a paper crane, dodging attacks while using the terrifying power of lightning to suppress and kill those in all directions.

At first glance, it looks quite imposing.

Against the pitch-black background, Yang Ping, whose figure was flashing with lightning, was becoming increasingly blurry and almost unrecognizable.

Li Qingfeng didn't wait any longer. He grabbed the Qingyun and Zhengdao swords, activated the Gale Talisman, and activated the paper crane on his back amidst the swirling air currents, preparing to swoop down and rush forward.

But just as they moved, a series of dense whistling sounds suddenly came from below.

Looking down, I saw a dark shadow, accompanied by a mournful howl and trailing a long flame, pass by and head straight for the middle of the increasingly dense monstrous clouds gathering in the distant sky.

The moment of collision:
"Boom boom boom——!!!"

A series of violent explosions and bursts of fire erupted from the monster horde. This attack, clearly meticulously calculated and controlled, briefly halted the monsters' downward momentum.

The impact and flash of the explosion not only scattered and disrupted the monsters.

The paste-like substance inside it was instantly splashed out, and large areas of the monster heads that had not died from the explosion were burned into torches.

As a series of piercing screams echoed, a fire that stretched for several kilometers erupted from the horde of monsters that resembled towering pillars.

Staring in astonishment at these things, although the area was nothing compared to the overwhelming monster horde, the sense of familiarity they exuded made Li Qingfeng suddenly turn around and look in the direction from which the attack came.

Under his gaze, on the dark sea at the edge of his vision, several silhouettes lined up in a row, lit up, tearing through the darkness.

As they drew closer, countless points of light rose from the lamplight.

With an indomitable momentum and a roar, it came rushing in, and under the sunlight, it seemed to stand in stark contrast to the hundreds of millions of monsters that resembled the very fabric of heaven and earth.

Compared to the darkness of an inverted mountain range, these scattered lights, though as faint as fireflies, are still dazzling.

As I paused and looked back, more flames whistled past on both sides, crashing into the monster horde behind me and igniting patches of fire.

The points of light that rose into the air also rapidly magnified in the pupils, revealing their true appearance.

They were huge, dark gray fighter jets with sleek lines, rapidly approaching with a tremendous roar and flames spewing from their tails.

Although Li Qingfeng did not recognize the model number of these aircraft, he recognized the pattern on the side of the fuselage.

"The flag of the nation of Xin..."

He muttered to himself, then looked at the outline of a row of lights on the sea in the distance, and guessed who the newcomer was.

It was a fleet that had already withdrawn long ago.

Surprisingly, the old man named Zhou Wu actually came back with the entire fleet to meet him.

In the months since I came down the mountain, although I do not agree with it, what I have seen and know makes me realize that all operations, interactions and decisions are now much more rational and ruthless than people imagine.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, he once again came to realize the complexity of the world.

In a daze, dozens of fighter jets crisscrossed each other, roaring at supersonic speeds, and suddenly swooped down towards the chaotic, dark horde of monsters that had been attacked.

At the precise moment, under the control of the pilots inside, missiles were launched in rapid succession, exploding into bursts of fire amidst the throng of people.

These ordinary attacks, devoid of any extraordinary element, did not kill the enormous heads, which were not much smaller than fighter jets when they got close. Instead, they were enraged and floated out in pursuit.

What awaited them was yet another relentless bombing.

"Boom boom boom——!!!"

As time passed and the fleet drew closer, more and more firepower came into effective range. For the first time, the fangs of this creation of cutting-edge modern technology displayed their unique destructive power in this extraordinary clash.

The monster tide that had been hovering in the sky and mistaken for dark clouds gathered and descended, piling up to form a dark outline resembling the Daoxuan Mountain Range, almost covering the field of vision and obscuring the sky.

However, under the combined attack of the fleet and the air force, it was no longer as invincible as before. The tip of the triangle, which looked like an inverted triangle, was now covered with flames.

Enraged by the light and heat, these mindless monsters howled and chased each other wildly, and for a moment, the surging, tidal wave of attacks was abruptly halted.

At the same time, amidst the hum of spinning wings, more than ten helicopters, which were a bit slower, also arrived along with the fleet behind.

From afar, Li Qingfeng saw several familiar faces waving at him from behind the cabin doors on both sides of the aircraft.

"Ok?"

However, he soon noticed that the expressions and movements of these people suddenly changed.

Although it was difficult to hear what they were shouting due to the distance and the noise from the helicopter rotor blades, it was clear that their expressions were instantly panicked and they were gesturing wildly.

Among them, Songming and Lao Meng were the most eye-catching, one with an eye-catching lower body outfit and the other with a reflective tip.

The two of them must have realized what was happening.

At this distance, an ordinary person can only see a small black dot. Even if someone has exceptional eyesight, it would be impossible for them to hear the shouts clearly amidst such loud noise.

So they were all frantically gesturing wildly, their fingers twitching as they pointed in one direction.

Li Qingfeng naturally noticed their movements as well. He turned around and looked in the direction they were pointing, and was suddenly startled.

The hundred-foot-tall thundercloud that had been suspended in mid-air, crackling with lightning, had shrunk several times and thinned rapidly before quietly dissipating.

Below it, an inconspicuous charred object fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

Fortunately, the missile attacks and fighter jet formations around him deliberately avoided the small area where Yang Ping was moving, so he was not accidentally hit by friendly forces.

Upon seeing this, Li Qingfeng quickly crushed the Gale Talisman in his hand, and as gusts of wind swept through, he activated the giant paper crane on his back.

He gripped the Qingyun Sword tightly, channeled his inner energy into his body, and took a step in mid-air.

His speed exploded to the extreme, turning into a blur, and at a speed that was difficult for the radars of the surrounding fighter jets to detect, he instantly swooped down towards the falling figure.

The next moment, he reached out and caught it safely. After Li Qingfeng and his men retreated, away from the densely packed, agitated monster heads that were being attacked, he looked down and glanced at them.

A charred, taut figure was seen being held upright in his hand, like a stick.

His entire body was so charred that it was impossible to tell which side was front or back, and as he moved, wisps of smoke followed him backward.

Upon seeing this, Li Qingfeng's heart sank. He quickly raised his hand to reach for the other's neck, while simultaneously using his eyesight to probe the other's body.

In the hazy distance, at the end of a row of empty outlines, a red wisp of gas, barely half-formed, trembled as if it were a wisp of smoke.

He was practically on the verge of death, but Li Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

If the spiritual foundation still exists, there is still hope for the cultivator.

As for a body that's only partially cooked, it's not a problem for either spiritual materials or elixirs.

As he and Yang Ping flew back, they soon encountered several helicopters that were coming from the opposite direction.

The latter hovered in place, and Li Qingfeng, at the beckoning of the old Taoist priest Songming, flipped over and crawled into the hatch.

As soon as he entered, he ignored everything else, found an open space, put down Yang Ping, and then rummaged through the storage bag at his waist.

He pulled out a handful of fruits of various shapes, pried open the other person's slightly crumbly mouth, and stuffed them all in.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, straightened up, met the worried gazes of the group of people around him, and nodded:

"It's alright now, your life is not in danger."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those around him immediately relaxed.

The old Taoist priest, who had been standing to the side, finally couldn't contain himself any longer and rushed forward, his expression excited:
"Senior! It's so good that you're alright!"

Unable to contain his emotions, he spoke excitedly, giving a deep bow before his voice softened:

"...After you jumped out of the window and stopped the group of monsters, we drove away at full speed. As Master Yang predicted, the signal was restored instantly after we left the area of ​​the dark cloud formed by the monsters."

"We successfully contacted the fleet that had evacuated to international waters. After Master Yang explained the situation, the fleet set sail immediately to provide support."

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng was not surprised, or rather, it was not much different from what he had expected.

However, turning his head to look at the receding scenery outside the cabin, he felt the helicopter below turn around and begin to return to the fleet below.

Unlike the relaxed expressions of the others around him, Li Qingfeng's eyes remained solemn, his pupils reflecting the massive silhouette of darkness and flames entwined in the distant sky.

He wondered what gave him the confidence to lead everyone back to provide support as the fleet's commander-in-chief.

There's no reason the decision-makers wouldn't be unaware of the extraordinary nature of this action, and its almost rule-like resistance to mortal weapons.

Now we see an entire fleet coordinating with fighter jets to bombard and wreak havoc on hundreds of millions of human-headed monsters, but actually being able to resist and being able to fight back are two different things.

Even with the specialized continuous burning effect of extraordinary things, the effect is still limited given such a large number of monsters.

If a small force is left to draw and distract the enemy while the fleet retreats, the first to be affected by the sheer number of monsters that can blot out the sky and sea will be the coastal cities of the nearest Kingdom of Xin.

Even though there are many powerful and extraordinary individuals in the country today, they are scattered across a vast land, and in reality, it will only lead to widespread devastation in many cities.

There's no reason why these professionals couldn't have thought of the consequences that he could have considered.

The only possibility is that they have a way to delay until possible reinforcements arrive.

Or there might be some kind of backup plan that could directly reduce these tens of millions or hundreds of millions of monsters to eighty or ninety percent or even annihilate them all.

Regardless, he hoped that the commander-in-chief could act more quickly, as decisively as before.

Because under Li Qingfeng's extraordinary vision, the monster horde was roughly cone-shaped, with even its weakest corners covering an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

It had gradually collapsed downwards, drawn and undulating under the attack of artillery fire, spreading out into a slightly curved semicircle that encircled the fleet.

He made a move as if to pounce.

……

And this time, on the other side.

Zhou Wu, with his white hair and beard and deeply lined face, stood with a group of high-ranking decision-makers in crisp military uniforms at the ship's railing.

He had a stern face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

A moment later, the elderly man standing to his right, also dressed in military uniform, put down his binoculars, his brow furrowed.
"This thing is really weird..."

He muttered a soft sigh, cleared his throat, and then turned his head to look at his side:
"Old Zhou, just like you said, that thing is about to surround us under fire. We should prepare."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wu, who was holding a box the size of a palm, remained motionless and did not reply immediately.

Instead, he stared at the monster horde in the distance, which, even across several nautical miles, still occupied the entire field of vision ahead.

Until several tiny black dots, no bigger than sesame seeds, turned and flew towards him.

At the same time, he turned to look at a technician beside him, and after receiving an approving look, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave a concise order:

"The message was sent out, and five minutes later the fighter jet formation withdrew in sequence, while the remaining transport ships and frigates broke away from the fleet and retreated two nautical miles."

"Yes! Chief!"

The moment the order was given, two communications officers, who had been standing at the back of the crowd and had been on high alert, immediately edited and sent the message.

The atmosphere on the ship's side fell silent once again.

After issuing the order, Zhou Wu stood still with a stern face, staring into the distance without moving. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Standing behind him, his familiar colleagues from the Dawn Group also wore solemn expressions and remained silent.

"Huh——~"

Just like a habit left over from the times of war and scarcity of supplies, Zhou Wu silently counted to sixty in his mind, then closed his eyes slightly and let out a long breath.

He opened his eyes again after a moment, his eyes filled with a chilling determination.

Without hesitation, under the watchful eye of the elderly man in military uniform, he reached out and opened the small black box in his arms, revealing a red button embedded inside.

His fingers groped and pressed down:
"...Let me see if this thing is as amazing as those old guys make it out to be."

“Click—!”

After a crisp sound, the encrypted signal was activated.

After the rest of the fleet withdrew, only the largest flagship remained, drifting alone on the sea.

At this moment, indicator lights throughout the ship suddenly lit up with a continuous red light, and announcements echoed throughout the corridors.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the ship, the missile bay hatch, which had been deserted and eerily silent, slowly opened.

Then came a silence filled with mechanical hum and the clanging of metal.

A peculiar missile, ten meters long and over one meter in diameter, with an overall golden-red color, slowly rose into the air.

This is an oversized missile that far exceeds the current standard size carried by ships. Both its color and overall shape are very different from traditional cruise or anti-ship models.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the missile's surface is covered with a layer of semi-transparent polymer armor.

Below, beneath the gold and red colors, are sheets of paper of varying sizes, each depicting intricate rune patterns.

It is firmly fixed to the missile's exterior by rivets and metal clips, and then covered with polymer.

On the front of the missile after it had fully risen, four ancient Chinese characters, written in a flamboyant style, reflected a cold light.

East Wind - Fire

(End of this chapter)