In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 125 The Little Monk and the Commander

"Actually, ahem, it's about Wang Zheng."

Fu Jian's voice became much calmer:
“I may have been a little deceitful to him before, although it was a kind of deception in order to reduce the possible gap in communication.

"Now, Zhengde, what do you think grandpa should do to make a natural transition and become his equal and a good friend?

"To be honest, I quite like getting along with this young man. He always gives me the illusion that he is more mature than me. It should be an illusion. He has a huge treasure trove. I must make friends with him both in public and in private."

Zhou Zhengde: …

No, Wang Zheng has been promoted to a higher generation?
"Grandpa, what exactly do you mean? I'm a little confused."

Fu Jian said calmly, "Before, in order to study him intuitively, I pretended to be Lao Hei and protected him for a period of time. I made many surprising discoveries and confirmed that the ridiculous possibility you mentioned before might really exist."

"Which absurd possibility?"

"We now generally believe that the Saber Beasts are an alien civilization that came to our planet through methods that we are not clear about at this stage."

Fu Jian said seriously:
"Wang Zheng's original name was Mu Liang. During an attempt to commit suicide, he saw a sky full of twinkling stars.

“Then he received the complete civilization.

“This civilization is likely a rival to the Blade Beast civilization, so it has various technological means against the Blade Beasts.

“Now I think this is very likely.

"So, we must gain his favor and let him share these alien technologies with the humans on our planet without worry. Together, we can fight against the blade beasts and allow human civilization to continue."

Zhou Zhengde scratched his head: "Grandpa, I understand what you said, but you should go and make friends with Wang Zheng in person..."

"My identity has been exposed and I have to come back, otherwise I will be embarrassed. Don't I have any face?"

Fu Jian smiled and said:
"I wanted to leave a good impression on him before I came back.

"He doesn't trust humans that much... Actually, if I were him, I would have multiple concerns, not to mention that the ruling psychics are constantly infiltrating us.

"So next, D5 must completely clear those nails."

Zhou Zhengde asked: "Aren't we going to war with them yet?"

"If Wang Zheng hadn't been seen, the fight would have begun by now. Otherwise, human civilization would just be dying a slow death."

Fu Jian smiled and said:
"But now, my old bones want to hold on for a few more years.

"His psychic power can continue to grow. Do you understand what this means? He can grow and use psychic power to become stronger.

"Next, it's those old guys in the City of Psychic Power who will be nervous. We must suppress the details of Mo Feng's death this time. If any details are leaked, the City of Psychic Power will fall into panic, and then they will frantically track down what technology killed Mo Feng.

“What we need to do now is to bluff them into thinking that we are going to act militarily alone, but in fact we are just stalling for time.

"Zhengde, remember, don't underestimate them, but don't overestimate them either. They are just paper tigers who are afraid of death."

"Yes!" Zhou Zhengde replied seriously.

Fu Jian groaned for a few seconds and said, "Let's get back to business. My great grandson, how do you think I should express this so that he won't mind my previous deception? His strategic significance is too important... You are his best friend, aren't you?"

"One of the best friends."

Zhou Zhengde responded modestly:

"The method is actually very simple, but... it may be difficult for Grandpa to do it."

"what?"

"Just give a simple apology for deceiving him, he won't mind."

Fu Jian's face suddenly fell: "As the last hero of the Fortress Era, how can I apologize to a brat who is still wet behind the ears?"

"Look! I told you you can't do it!" Zhou Zhengde reminded, "His strategic significance is too important."

"Absolutely impossible! Don't I have any dignity? I'm dead! You better get married and have kids as soon as possible to pass on my genes!"

Fu Jian glared at Zhou Zhengde for a few seconds and hung up the call.

……

Two hours later.

Fu Jian secretly returned to the temporary supply station, sat in his sand-diving supply vehicle, closed the window, and began to handle various affairs.

At his instruction, the photos of Mo Feng's body, which had been sorted out, had begun to circulate in the command systems of major war zones.

By the way, the old man also spread the news that every war zone can receive Mo Feng's body parts to conduct reverse research on psychics.

The value of Mo Feng's body is far more than this.

Fu Jian also planned to go to the Psychic City to mock him in person.

He had finally gotten to vent a little of the anger that had been accumulating over the past decade or so.

"It's a pity that we only got one arm from Xing Dian."

Fu Jian was busy processing documents when the mechanical body's built-in radar discovered the figures of Wang Jixuan and Mudan. They returned to the temporary supply station wearing armor.

"Ling Tong didn't follow? Fortunately..."

Fu Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

That foul-mouthed loyal wingman Peony was complaining about something else:
"Sir, the skin on Mudan's hand is damaged. We have to wait three days for the repair to be completed. It will be very ugly during these three days."

Oh? Is that true?
Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian pushed the non-existent glasses on his nose with his dark grey mechanical middle finger, opened the software for supervising military applications, searched for applications related to R99, and soon saw the maintenance application that Mudan had sent to the Special Armored Section of the Logistics Bureau of the Frontline Headquarters.

Since we are all so familiar with each other, we must help this little Peony.

Fu Jian opened the application and used the highest authority to erase the word "approved", filled in a sentence [urgent production due to raw materials required], and changed the maintenance date to [thirteen days later].

"Haha, this commander is not petty, this is just a necessary autonomous mechanical personality test."

Soon, Mudan's complaints were heard outside the supply station:

"The material I need is out of stock, so I need to produce it urgently. Oh my god! My hands will be ugly for two weeks! Peony's sadness is just too sad."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said, "Aren't your wrist joints still very flexible? I hope it doesn't interfere with your sweeping work."

"Oh, sir, you are bullying me. Appearance is also part of combat effectiveness!"

"Why is the machine in a girlish state?"

"Sir, are you making a sarcastic remark about Mudan? Mudan will get angry too! But because you are the commander, Mudan will magnanimously forgive you."

"Okay, I have a pretty good temper."

A man and a mechanic chatted as they entered the temporary supply station.

They went to the supply truck where Wang Jixuan lived, opened the door, and looked at the tree man Beta who was still sleeping.

The tree man was indeed tired. Even after the fight was over, he was still sleeping soundly.

Mudan immediately found a pair of gloves and put them on, took off the ordinary armor that was basically scrapped, and put on her favorite maid outfit.

"Sir, should Peony call you master? I heard it would be more exciting."

"Sir, what have you been thinking about all day?"

Wang Jixuan replied unhappily, crossing his arms and staring at the tree man Beta.

The Taoist priest hesitated a little.

Beta's ability is at most a "logistics supply master" in other places, but here he can really display his strong strength.

But, a gentleman keeps his promise...

"Drive him back to Aunt Dragonfly. Try to avoid people and don't cause any trouble for their team."

"Okay, the cigarettes and alcohol are ready!"

"Well, I put the healing spirit water in the back. There are thirty bottles in total, with pictures of dragonflies, veils, and saplings. Let them distinguish them themselves."

"As ordered!"

Mudan agreed crisply, then carefully carried the tree man on her shoulders and sent him to the off-road vehicle outside the door.

Mudan drove away quickly. Before leaving, she glanced at the supply vehicle where an old semi-mechanical figure was and secretly made a face at him.

Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose.

Of course he saw 'Uncle Black' with his spiritual sense, but now he felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to greet him.

Originally, everyone was already quite familiar with each other, and Wang Jixuan even thought that this could be considered a friendship regardless of age.

——In this friendship of different ages, he is the older one. 'Forget it, I will practice first and wait for him to speak. After all, I still need to live under his protection for a while.'

"Heal your wounds, and by the way, sort out the production method of the Crystal Core Great Sword for him. When Uncle Tai's lightning-inducing experiment data comes out, the Crystal Core Great Sword should be able to be mass-produced."

"It's so hard for the mortals in this world."

"You are such a rubbish psychic. When I enter the Nascent Soul stage, I will make a blood gourd and refine all the psychics with blood on their hands into essence, and spread it on the earth to improve the fertility of the soil."

Priest Wang muttered in his heart with disgust.

……

Two thousand kilometers northwest of Fort 82.

Inside a military base built on top of the snowy mountain line.

Xing Dian, an S-class psychic who has rarely appeared in public in recent decades, was lying on the operating table, staring at the operating light with his eyes open.

Several doctors were trying to stop the bleeding from Xing Dian's broken arm.

A small number of S-class physical psychics can regenerate severed limbs, but unfortunately, Xing Dian, who is over 80 years old and looks like a 50-year-old middle-aged man, does not have this ability. He can only use telekinesis to paralyze his nerves so that he can undergo the operation consciously.

Surgery under general anesthesia is extremely dangerous because he will lose consciousness, which means that his surroundings will not be under his control for a period of time.

Even though he is recovering from his injuries, his telekinesis can cover the entire base and observe any movement inside and outside the base.

This caution is the important measure that enabled him to walk out of the Psychic City alive and become an external force of the Psychic City.

The door of the operating room opened, and seven men and women rushed in quickly, staring at Xing Dian.

A young woman raised her hand to cover her mouth and shouted: "Teacher! How are you!"

Xing Dian looked at the young woman with his pupils, and said coldly: "Don't act in front of me, Zhuge Sinan! I'm in a bad mood now!"

The young woman, Zhuge Sinan, immediately shut up and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

The seven men hurried forward and stood outside the sterile diaphragm.

"Teacher, is Mo Feng really dead?"

"Well," Xing Dian whispered, "the material I spent countless time and effort to cultivate just died like that."

"But teacher, why did Mo Feng suddenly go to provoke Fu Jian?"

"Fu Jian didn't kill her. I don't know the details. When the life detector on my side found that Mo Feng was starting to have problems, it was too late to rush over."

Xing Dian glanced at the doctors and said, "Please step aside."

"Yes."

Several doctors left in a hurry, and before leaving they did not forget to wrap Xing Dian's broken arm with sterile film.

Xing Dian slowly sat up, his sinister face full of anger.

He whispered, "I'm calling all seven of you here at the same time. You should know what I mean."

"Teacher, are you going to fight Fu Jian?"

"Start a war? Do you know how many half-human mechas and autonomous mechanical bodies he has hidden?"

Xing Dian snorted coldly:

"Mo Feng's death is closely related to the Beast God Faction. What the Beast God Faction wants to do most now is to provoke a fight between the Rule Faction, the Natural Faction, and Fu Jian.

"We are the ruling faction. We must not forget this position, otherwise we will become an isolated island outside the Psychic City."

Xing Dian exhaled lightly, his eyes full of coldness:

“Since the Beast God Sect wants to play, then I will play with them. A little impatience can ruin a great plan.

"Next, in the name of the Beast God Sect, using the excuse of 'recovering the Beast Speaker clones', we will launch a full-scale sneak attack on D5. We must do it cleanly so that people don't focus on the D2 war zone.

“If necessary, you can use the method I taught you to mobilize the blade beasts to besiege that damn Fortress No. 82.

"Fu Jian, humph, my arm is not that easy to take!"

A middle-aged man murmured in admiration: "Teacher, you look even more terrifying now... No, I mean, more handsome. Like which artwork, the one with the broken arm, Athena?"

"It's the Venus de Milo! The goddess of beauty in Norse mythology!"

Xing Dian cursed:

"I was told to learn more cultural subjects, but you act like an illiterate every day. To gain benefits, you need to use your brain, you know that!
"Get out! Get out! I'm tired of seeing you!

"This is your test! Whoever does it more beautifully, more covertly, and can do more to strike a blow to Fu Jian and the Beast God Sect, I will give him the qualification to advance to the S level!"

The expressions of these seven people suddenly changed.

After they left, Xing Dian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I hope you can give birth to an S. Otherwise, if I want to be promoted, I can only seek help from the six elders."

……

Temporary supply station outside Fort No. 82.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

A violent fake cough woke Wang Jixuan from his meditation.

He looked outside with his spiritual consciousness and saw Uncle Hei, ah, no, Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian, sitting on an inflatable sofa with his legs crossed, pretending to read a holographic newspaper.

Mudan, who had returned, stood in the corner a little nervously, facing the wall and thinking about her mistakes while pretending to be charging herself. ——Although she had a nuclear battery.

Taoist Wang couldn't help but smile.

Is the commander-in-chief a little embarrassed?

He really didn't want to get into trouble with Xiao Fu.

Wang Jixuan lowered his head and got out of the supply vehicle. Fu Jian looked up at Wang Jixuan, and a slight smile appeared stiffly at the corners of his mechanical face.

Fu Jian coughed: "Hmm... Well, what canned food are we having for dinner? I'll ask them to send it over."

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile: "Uncle Hei, are you going back to the headquarters?"

"Well, there are still many official duties over there. I will send a few capable men to protect you."

"No need to send too many, one or two will be enough. It's best not to disturb me. I'll go back there once the danger at Fort 76 is over... Mudan, go get two chairs so I can give the commander-in-chief some psychic therapy."

"Uh," Fu Jian's heart was pounding, "Is this appropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? The longer you live, the better off I can be."

Wang Jixuan greeted directly:
"Don't be so reserved. I can help you live longer, and I also have a few questions for you."

Extend life?

Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, staring at Wang Jixuan: "Are you sure?"

"You will know after trying it. I have a gift for the D5 War Zone to commend your outstanding contributions in the fight against blade beasts and psykers."

"Brat! The word commendation is not something you use lightly!"

"Then don't press it."

"No! Hey, you! Let me live a few more years. I still have a few plans to complete... It's okay to commend you, but my personal acceptance of commendation from alien civilizations does not mean that Earth civilization and alien civilizations are subordinate to each other. This principle is extremely important."

Wang Jixuan: ...

The setting that Zhou Zhengde imagined has actually formed a logical closed loop!

Nice job.

Fu Jian quickly lay down on the chair and asked cautiously, "What do you want to ask me?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, so let's just talk about whatever comes to mind... Hiss, how come you really only have a brain and a few organs? It's really hard to deal with..."

Mudan wisely went outside to guard, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

Soon, happy laughter was heard in the supply station, as if two old friends were chatting about family matters.

As Mudan was watching, she suddenly discovered something unusual.

A psychic reaction left the plane that Mudan had been staring at and rushed over here quickly, seemingly...

Aunt Dragonfly?

(End of this chapter)