Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 250 Time is about to accelerate.
The sun and moon rise and set, faster and faster.

The people on the sea had all run out of their cabins.

I came to the deck and looked out at everything happening in the sky.

A few minutes ago, the batteries of drones belonging to various countries were being rapidly depleted at an incomprehensible pace.

In the end, there was no time to retrieve them, and they all fell into the sea as if their strings had broken.

Later on, even helicopters would find it difficult to get close because their fuel consumed rapidly after starting.

Nowadays, we can only use the most primitive method: going outdoors to observe with the naked eye.

However, at this distance, all one could see were the rapidly flashing lights and shadows, with the black, white, and gold beams of light standing still; all other details were completely obscured.

Or rather, even if one could stand up close, would one really be able to see the traces of the gods' battle?
Given how things have developed to this point, no one can confidently say anything certain anymore.

The Gallic deputy prime minister, who had also run up to the deck, hurriedly gulped down the rapidly evaporating water from his cup with trembling hands.

After doing all that, he reached out to the side and had Sir John twist open the sealed jar and pour out some water, repeating the action of drinking.

Although the scientists on board confirmed that this inexplicable acceleration of time only affects matter other than humans.

This drove a group of doctors in white coats crazy, but indeed, under some kind of benevolent protection, people in this world do not die from instant aging.

Despite repeated attempts to dissuade him, the Deputy Prime Minister resolutely continued to pour water into his body.

The events of the past few hours have utterly terrified him, who has spent his life in the palace and living the life of a nobleman.

An overwhelming fear made him feel, in a daze, that he would be evaporated and die, just like everything around him.

This is the only way I can find some solace...

"...But Sir John, isn't the sun rotating faster and faster?"

Looking at the sky directly above, the clouds were swirling so fast that you could only see a white afterimage.

As night and day shimmered indistinguishable light, the sun streaked across the sky like a shooting star, leaving behind a band of light that seemed to divide the heavens.

Staring blankly at everything, a strange light flickering in his eyes, John, when asked, remained stunned for a long time before finally looking away:
"...Perhaps, the battle between the gods has reached a stalemate, Your Excellency the Deputy Prime Minister."

Regardless of the opinions of the people below, or even political figures from distant countries, regarding all of this.

The "gods" in mid-air at this moment must have thought things were very different from what they imagined.

Various helicopters and cameras successively made emergency landings or crashed.

Enveloped in the beam of light from the beacon, Lü Gu no longer needed to maintain any particular posture.

He simply sat cross-legged on the transparent barrier block placed beneath him.

Watching the points skyrocket in the tens of thousands, I happily browsed the mod shop.

Incidentally, every few minutes, the time acceleration command is sped up by a few ticks.

At this moment, the world before our eyes operates, stripped of the logic of observation, following a simple, direct, and straightforward rule that gallops forward relentlessly.

Time passes minute by minute.

Finally, after Lu Gu selected several modules that he felt were quite suitable, he also felt that it was about time.

He patted off non-existent dust from his robes and stood up.

And at the same time.

A hundred meters away, the two birds inside the two beacon beams of light, one black and one white, instantly came to life from their statue-like, stiff state.

His eyes seemed to be instantly filled with brilliance.

These two were randomly teleported by Lü Gu to the nearest location. They were part of a response system that had been set up a long time ago based on the villagers' simple logic.

Unlike the Boss Complex developed later on Yinghua Island, it did not possess a certain degree of autonomy or language ability.

It was only because he was under Lü Gu's control that he didn't seem so sluggish.

However, it's also thanks to the previous split-screen module that we were able to split the screen into eight parts.

Over time, Lü Gu felt that his ability to multitask had gradually improved, and he could now play three roles without much pressure.

However, this grand event is coming to an end.

It wasn't that Lü Gu didn't want to wait a little longer and farm more points.

The main issue is that the scale of this event was too large, and many people have become numb after the initial shock.

The points began to drop precipitously, eventually settling at 7.6 million before stagnating.

It looked like a lot, but Lu Gu knew in his heart that this was a one-off deal, and if there were similar scenarios in the future, the value would definitely be greatly reduced.

The principle of moderation is quite easy to understand.

Besides these reasons, there is also the destructive nature of it to the country.

In the past ten minutes or so, although the acceleration command was gradually increased from the 500 mark, it still took almost two months to complete the calculation.

During this period, the impact on trees may not be significant, given that this acceleration is global—or even cosmic—and in reality, it only excludes humans.

However, for crops that humans depend on for survival, the harvest stage may be skipped during this period, resulting in a certain reduction in total grain production.

One or two months may cause some damage, but it may also accelerate the harvest. Even if there are losses, they are enough to be tolerated in modern society.

But if this threshold were to double again, or even rise directly to 24,000 kcal/kg, skipping a year, it would be a global catastrophe.

It's possible that Lü Gu will have to create another clone to become the god of agriculture or the god of harvest, which would only add to the trouble.

It's good to make a big splash and give other countries a blow to their scientific views, but it's not good if you kill them with your elbow.

Thoughts churned.

Once everything was ready, Lü Gu symbolically raised his hand and snapped his fingers:

*Smack!*

Amidst the sounds, a clock tower, long prepared and constructed from gold nuggets and stained glass, suddenly appeared in the air, its seven colors shimmering in the sunlight.

The whole structure is huge, magnificent, and ornate, adorned with some religiously themed structures, as if a section of a huge, luxurious church dome had been torn off.

And the next moment.

Under Lü Gu's control, the TNT embedded inside immediately began to bounce and flash rapidly amidst the hissing sound of gunpowder igniting.

With a barely perceptible explosion, the massive, ornate clock tower was suddenly blasted apart.

After the barrier blocks were removed, a clock face with only a single, enormous golden hand remained, carrying countless fragments as it plummeted into the sea.

The entire process, from the appearance of the clock tower to its destruction, lasted less than a second, but Lu Gu was certain that someone would notice the Easter egg he had left behind.

While he was performing these actions, he was also mentally revising the instructions:
/time add 0
In an instant, the world, which was so fast that it was filled with dazzling afterimages, suddenly fell silent.

The sun, which was falling wildly, stopped abruptly and hung in the center of the sky.

The crowd, their expressions blank, were momentarily stunned into not realizing what had happened.

The people in uniform stood frozen in their original positions, as if dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, some people from smaller countries who had arrived had already taken the lead in organizing themselves to kneel down on the deck.

People worship this miracle, praying that disaster will not befall them, or for something else.

In short, ignorance and reason divided the crowd into two categories at this moment: those who chose to watch helplessly or those who chose to kneel in vain.

Once all the changes subsided and the three beams of light went out, Lü Gu's figure flashed and appeared above the Xin Kingdom fleet.

The two birds, one black and one white, vanished again under the watchful eyes of hundreds and thousands of people, just as suddenly as they had appeared.

As the white-haired, long-robed figure slowly floated down onto the deck below, the crew members of countless national ships gradually came to their senses.

But regardless of their mindset, they all watched with awe and remained silent.

Although it was this "deity" who clearly had a great connection with the Kingdom of Xin who won this sudden battle.

Judging from his calm demeanor, it seems likely that he will win this battle against two opponents in a crushing manner.

At this moment, regardless of the past, the people from all countries who witnessed all of this could not help but feel a deep awe for this unknown deity and the nation of Xin associated with him.

This is entirely different from the awe one feels for one's own powerful military strength and technological level; it is a kind of awe and fear that is more difficult to catch up with and more difficult to surpass.

Until they figure out who this person is, or until their own countries develop equivalent military capabilities, the political leaders and heads of state standing here will all be the most steadfast supporters of the government in the future…

In the suddenly relaxed atmosphere, the personnel on each ship began to move around again, checking equipment, organizing data, and preparing to return to port.

After all, the purpose of everyone's journey here has been sealed by a god.

No one has yet been arrogant enough to think they could challenge the power of a god who can control the movement of the sun and moon, or even the flow of time.

Meanwhile, the United States fleet, which arrived later, had lost a significant portion of its ships and appeared quite disheveled, and quietly anchored in the distance.

Despite this extraordinary spectacle, the so-called beacon of the world's power behaved no differently. However, just as the astonished crowd gathered on deck began to resume work and rush to various parts of the ship under orders from their superiors...

A shadow suddenly loomed close on the sea below, followed by a pale hand that shot out and grabbed the rope along the edge of the boat.

"Flap flap—~"

A series of slightly muffled flapping sounds rang out, but the nearby staff had not yet reacted.

A large swarm of bats, clinging to each other and piling up in a ball, suddenly burst forth from the ship's side.

The next moment, as if gasoline had been poured on it, a large area of ​​fire burst into flames in the sunlight.

However, it only lasted for a moment before it rushed into a nearby sunshade made of metal panels.

Splash—~
The charred, shriveled, dead bat was shaken off.

Harold, who had reassembled and returned to his human form, was rather disheveled as he shook off his purple suit, which was soaked by seawater.

He looked somewhat weak and slumped back in the chair he had been sitting in.

Then the large swarms of bats regrouped, staggered to their feet, and were clearly also seriously injured.

As the remaining dozen or so vampires dispersed, the figures of four inside, carrying oxygen tanks and wearing diving suits, were revealed.

It turned out to be the boxer and three other soldiers.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the crew on board the ship.

Upon learning that it was one of their own superhumans returning, MacArthur, who was temporarily in command of the fleet, could no longer sit still and hurried over, surrounded by a group of people.

I saw a group of vampires, weakly supporting each other, looking for a place to rest.

His gaze lingered briefly on the Asian faces on the ground who had also removed their equipment and stood up.

He didn't say much.

Instead, he strode briskly to Harold, who was pulling out a small mirror from who-knows-where and fixing his hair, which was wet from the seawater.

But before MacArthur, wearing large sunglasses and with a serious expression, could speak...

As if he had expected this, the other party raised his hand and pointed to the side of the ship:

"General, there's no need to worry. I would never abandon my comrades."

"Perhaps you could send some people to help them?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a thick hand covered in bright silver metal armor gripped the mast.

Then, a tall and broad figure flipped up directly:

"Boom--!"

The landing produced a dull thud, and it was none other than the Foundation's squad, including the taciturn plate-armored warrior.

Strands of seawater mixed with seaweed flowed from the gaps in the armor plates onto the deck.

Seeing MacArthur's gaze from the side, amidst a metallic scraping sound, the head wearing a full-coverage helmet nodded slightly.

He then shoved the unconscious witch and priest, whom he had been carrying on his shoulders, to the ground.

Then he ripped off a strange sea creature, resembling a hybrid of human and fish, from his waist and threw it back into the sea.

Behind him, the mage and hunter, equally disheveled, also scrambled up.

They then worked together to pull the alchemist, who was attached to the other end of the rope and hung with fish, onto the boat.

After doing all that, they collapsed on the deck like salted fish, panting heavily.

Seeing this, the medical staff who rushed over checked on him and confirmed that he was just exhausted and not in any danger to his life.

MacArthur's face, which had been hidden by sunglasses, suddenly relaxed.

In any case, if the mission is not completed, it would be terrible if these extraordinary soldiers that I have worked so hard to train were to be lost.

The current situation is far better than previously anticipated.

As for the werewolf brothers who were never even seen, neither MacArthur nor Fang's Harold mentioned them at all.

The other crew members wouldn't care about any of that.

As time passed, on the distant sea, fleets from various countries began to turn back swiftly.

It is foreseeable that in the coming months, conference rooms in various countries will be fully booked, and countless people's precious hair will suffer a "painful blow".

And as time goes by.

As superhumans, the group recovered quickly with the help of medical professionals, allowing MacArthur, who had been observing closely, to understand everything that had happened:
After the signal was lost, the mycelium mutated and the number of monsters increased dramatically. After weighing the options, the team decided to abandon the mission and retreat.

The journey was not peaceful, but fortunately, with the advantage of flight and the convenient means of exploration such as bat clones, we managed to reach the seaside, only to find that we had missed it.

The camp was deserted, and the transport ships left on the beach were torn apart and sunk by unknown monsters from the sea.

At the same time, a terrifying sight appeared in the sky.

The countless monsters suddenly descended, and many of them, scattered around, spotted the few people on the shore and immediately regarded them as prey.

After a difficult struggle, they managed to escape, but fortunately, there were a large number of vampires who could carry people in flight.

After salvaging some life-saving equipment from the ship's side, they immediately flew to the sea.

Soon, they were also glad that they had acted decisively.

They hadn't flown far when the coastline behind them was suddenly blocked by a barrier with a ghostly blue light membrane, which quickly converged and sealed off the area into the sky.

The scene that followed was the same as what we saw from the ship's side.

Two mysterious birds, one black and one white, appeared and engaged in a fight after a brief conversation.

However, the group that was still escaping on the sea saw it more clearly and were even more terrified.

Then the world's flow accelerated, and the sun climbed into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The swarm of vampire bats, still in flight, was instantly ignited and plunged into the sea, where various twisted and ferocious sea beasts roamed beneath the surface.

They could only swim further and flee, and finally managed to retrieve it thanks to Harold, the vampire count, who had a sense of the blood he had left in front of the ship.

MacArthur, who had heard the whole story, remained silent for a while, but eventually nodded to express his gratitude.
“Mr. Harold, I think you are right. You are a true gentleman. The foundation’s gratitude will arrive on time when we return home.”

Without much pleasantry, MacArthur believed that all actions revolved around the amount of profit.

It's just that some people's needs are spiritual, while others' are material; neither can escape this rule.

It's better to do something than to talk a lot.

However, Harold wasn't particularly fond of this approach.

Or rather, vampires today may lack everything, but they are unlikely to lack money.

But he didn't refuse. Instead, he stretched his body, which had regained some strength, turned to look at the distant sea, and changed the subject:
"If I were you, I would tell those politicians to use their brains when discussing the use of nuclear weapons under international security conventions."

"What do you think about letting those irrational people go back to enjoy a leisurely retirement life early?"

Listening to the vampire in front of me speaking in an old-fashioned aristocratic tone from the last century.

MacArthur's face remained expressionless, as always, but he turned his head to follow the other person's gaze.

There, the shadows of some ships could be seen with the naked eye, swaying and twisting with the water vapor on the sea surface.

That was the Xin Kingdom fleet, located approximately five nautical miles from here. He naturally understood the implication in their words.

After a moment of silence and contemplation, he finally nodded slightly.
"Thank you for your suggestion, I will try it."

Imagining the scenery of the world just now, as well as those dark stone pillars and those two birds that looked so familiar, a bunch of things and questions piled up in my heart.

My mood, which had just eased slightly due to the safe return of the troops, was once again filled with irritability.

For a fleeting moment, MacArthur, who had spent most of his life in this uniform and accolades, even felt a slight longing to retire:

"...Perhaps spending time with my grandson is really a good choice?"

The legendary general remained silent, his mind racing, but his expression remained unchanged.

I don't know what he was thinking, but his usual cold and capable demeanor seemed to be subtly changing.

Harold, who witnessed this scene, glanced at the person next to him with some curiosity, but did not ask any further questions.

Instead, he clapped his hands to get up, walked over to the four boxers who had rested and calmed down on the ground, and greeted them.

Then he turned around and shouted at the uniformed figure who was still standing still:

"General, could you generously lend my friends a boat?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)