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

Chapter 131: Are you here but still want to leave?
Wang Jixuan looked at the drone detection images displayed by Mudan, staring at the figure walking towards the camp step by step, and his imagination ran wild.

Blade Beast is here to negotiate.

It turns out that the identity of Black Storm can no longer be used.

Last time, he blocked the hole in the bottom floor of Fortress No. 76, broke into the nest of the young kingworms and overthrew the immature general-level blade beasts. This matter is probably exposed.

but……

"Mudan, go and guard outside the camp and tell it to wait for a while. I have some things to do here."

"Uh, sir," Mudan was a little surprised, "This is recorded. This is the first time a blade beast has taken the initiative to communicate with a human!"

“Negotiations should also follow a first-come, first-served basis.”

Wang Jixuan snorted:

"Go ahead, don't let it get close to the military camp. Your combat power should be enough to kill it directly. It's just a mimic blade beast."

"Yes!"

Peony answered quite seriously:
"This moment of civilizational and historical significance will be treated with great care by Mudan!"

She saluted in a formal military manner, turned around and rushed out of the medical tent.

"Old Zheng! Guard the door and don't let anyone get close!"

"No problem!"

Wang Jixuan glanced at the image on the projection screen for a few times, shook his head, and looked down at the sleeping A-level psychic. He clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and a circle of Buddha's light appeared behind his head.

Reciting the sutras is not a good deed;
I only wish to convert those who have no intention.

The second victim of Mahayana Buddhism was born today!

……

"Mimic Blade Beast? Came to the edge of Fortress 82 on its own initiative? Said he wanted to talk to Black Storm?"

When Zhou Zhengde received the news, he thought he had heard it wrong.

He grabbed the communicator and rushed to the door of the cell, shouting outside: "I want to see my grandpa!"

The guard outside was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Okay, Captain Zhou, I'll prepare a car for you right away!"

More than ten minutes later, Zhou Zhengde rushed into the heavily guarded D5 command center building filled with a large number of autonomous security robots, and was taken underground by a senior staff officer.

He was led to a secret small conference room where seven or eight veteran generals were standing or sitting, remaining silent and staring at the large screen on the wall.

The picture on the screen is a bit weird.

The Sarji Desert is silent and peaceful in the dark night. The sand dunes are like huge sleeping monsters, ready to devour the last green life on the edge of the desert.

Three large multi-rotor attack drones hovered in the night sky, converging light into a narrow ten-square-meter area.

There were two figures there.

The little maid Peony, wearing a black maid outfit, a cat-ear headband, white stockings, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes with red soles, was kneeling on a checkered tablecloth. In front of her was a square tray, which still contained two cups of tea mixed with industrial tea essence.

In front of Mudan, there was an old man who was ragged and skinny.

The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of white crystalline film, no longer hidden, emitting a terrifying aura, and the structure of the old man's body was displayed next to the screen.

The old man in the picture has a high-level Mimic Blade Beast inside his body.

In front of the screen, Zhou Zhengde heard a gentle call.

"Is Zhengde here?"

An old man greeted with a smile:

"Come over here, the show hasn't started yet."

"Hey," Zhou Zhengde moved forward cautiously.

Fu Jian, who was sitting in the main seat, turned his head and glanced at him, then just nodded, then picked up the intercom and asked, "Has the black storm not arrived yet?"

Ling Tong's voice sounded in the center of the screen: "The transformation surgery on the A-level psychic has not been completed yet."

"Okay," Fu Jian said simply, "Then follow his pace. No need to rush him."

"Yes!" Ling Tong replied crisply.

Zhou Zhengde was a little puzzled: "What is an A-level psychic?"

An old staff officer with a kind face said with a smile: "Two psychics just came to Fortress 82 to surrender. The self-destruct chips in their brains have been easily removed by Black Storm. We plan to use them as propaganda materials."

"Surrender? A-level? What a big harvest!"

Zhou Zhengde pointed at the screen and whispered:
"Then what's going on with this monster?"

A few old people briefly introduced:
"This is a high-level Mimic Blade Beast, probably a preacher. It took over the body of a resident of a scavenger camp and walked hundreds of kilometers to get here. Its body is about to collapse."

"Because it was a single individual target and too small, our radar failed to detect it in advance."

"However, when he approached the three-kilometer range of the fortress, he took the initiative to send out biological waves to the surface camp of the fortress. Many soldiers heard it and said... Black Storm, let's talk."

"Wow!"

Zhou Zhengde's expression was full of admiration:
"His charm has actually radiated to the blade beasts!"

A group of big men turned their heads and looked over, and there was a hint of confusion in the eyes of the five old-fashioned half-human mechas.

True Black Shell muttered to Fu Jian: "Commander, are you sure there is no problem with your grandson's orientation?"

"He dares! Break his legs!"

Fu Jian snorted coldly, and Zhou Zhengde's legs almost went weak. He just stood aside and watched the screen, not daring to start chatting anymore.

A split screen appeared in the corner of the picture, and Wang Jixuan and Ling Tong got into the off-road vehicle together and rushed into the desert.

Wang Jixuan was still dressed in the classic outfit of Black Storm, black combat uniform and black tactical helmet, leaning back in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

Fu Jian picked up the intercom: "Lingtong, ask him what he wants to do."

Ling Tong's voice was immediately heard from the big screen.

"The Commander-in-Chief asks what you want to do?"

"I don't know," Wang Jixuan said simply, "Hasn't the Blade Beast ever communicated with humans before?"

“Never in the open.”

"They clearly have the ability to do so," Wang Jixuan said with a sigh, "Maybe they are too arrogant and think that humans are vulnerable."

Ling Tong asked: "Why does it want to come here now?"

"It's possible that their plan was disrupted," Taoist Wang exhaled. "We'll know the details after talking to it... Is there a rule here that two armies should not kill envoys when fighting?"

"No."

"That's good," Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ling Tong stepped on the brakes, the off-road vehicle had begun to slow down, the noise from the multi-rotor drone vibrated the eardrums, Wang Jixuan and the "old man" with white film in his eyes looked at each other from a distance.

"You came……"

Telepathic communication?

Wang Jixuan looked at Lingtong: "Did you hear what he said?"

"heard it."

"That should be a message transmitted by spirit. Please help me make a proof later. Don't let Lao Fu and the others misunderstand that I am having an affair with the Blade Beast."

Lingtong nodded calmly.

He doesn't seem nervous at all.

……

Director Wang Dao sat carefree in the seat that Mudan had vacated. Mudan's built-in skin heating function had made the seat cushion very warm.

He looked at the old man and asked:

"Blade Beast?"

The old man opened his mouth and said slowly in a strange, low and slow voice:
"A spiritual practitioner?"

Taoist Wang was startled. Spiritual practitioners? Are you referring to them monks?
He stared at the old man, thinking in his heart, wondering: "What are you talking about? Spiritual practitioner?"

"Spiritual practitioners, old enemies, fighting."

The 'Blade Beast' simply said:

"You, woke up."

Wang Jixuan sneered: "Can you make your words coherent? Is this the only communication ability of the negotiating envoy sent by the Blade Beast?"

The old man took a deep breath and spoke with more effort this time:
"We will get rid of you... by forcing humans... they... are vulnerable..."

"You are hiding here... it's useless..."

"If you... come back with me now... and pledge allegiance to our king... we... can temporarily let these humans go..."

Wang Jixuan picked up the tea and took a sip.

He probably gets it.

The Blade Beasts have an old enemy, whom they call a spiritual practitioner. They used the word "awakening", which means that the spiritual practitioner may have been sleeping before.

What the Blade Beast User said later was just a naked threat.

Ling Tong at the side suddenly said: "The commander-in-chief means that humans will do everything they can to protect this hope."

"oh, I understand now."

Wang Jixuan nodded, looked up at the 'old man', and said calmly:
"You heard what the human commander said. I don't need to say anything else."

"You are still very...weak..."

"I am not what you call a spiritual practitioner."

Taoist Wang smiled:

"I am Black Storm, a psyker created by the military, a young man living in the Fortress Age.

“What a spiritual practitioner is has nothing to do with me, but I am your enemy now, and I will also practice the creed of helping the weak and suppressing the strong.

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to fight, then fight. Why bother pretending to be nice and only add to the jokes?"

The old man nodded: "Because... you are a spiritual practitioner... you are qualified to talk to us... we will start a war... in ten days..."

"Rather," Ling Tong said calmly, "we will encircle and suppress the blade beasts in ten days."

The 'old man' did not respond.

Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: "By the way, you have already passed the message back, right?"

The old man asked, "Do you want to regret it?"

"Rebel your uncle!"

Wang Jixuan suddenly rushed forward, and while the 'old man' was obviously stunned, he smashed the old man's chest with a Black Tiger Heart-piercing Blow.

The old man's body was thrown backwards, and black blood spurted out of his mouth!

Wang Jixuan rushed forward with a vigorous step, his body leaped up like a cheetah, divine light burst out from his eyes, his fist turned into a palm, and he pushed with his palm. A green wave spread out from top to bottom, and the old man's back exploded directly, and a black ball was trying its best to extend its huge colorful wings.

Preacher!
Especially the Vajra, which is indestructible and indestructible, the wheel of all dharmas, comes out to subdue the demons!
Wang Jixuan's whole body was covered with golden light, like the Arhat who subdued the dragon and descended to the mortal world. The energy in his body condensed in his palm, and a demon-destroying dagger appeared in his palm without him noticing!

The blade beast was about to launch a mental attack!
Wang Jixuan swung his arm forward and his body crossed with it!

The spotlight tracked over, and just as the automatic cannon was about to fire, the preacher, who had just spread his wings, had his body split in half and fell powerlessly.

Taoist Wang returned and skillfully dug out a fist-sized crystal core from the blade beast's body, smiling with satisfaction.

This trip was not in vain.

Ling Tong, who had not moved from beginning to end, could not help but frown and think deeply at this moment.

The Blade Beasts declared war on them.

In a small room at the D5 war zone headquarters.

Fu Jian leaned back in his chair and thought carefully, then whispered, "The entire theater of operations has entered the first level of combat readiness, and is preparing to activate the protocol soldiers. All autonomous corps are ready to start, and the inspection and maintenance must be completed as quickly as possible."

"Yes!"

Zhou Zhengde pondered for a few seconds.

Spiritual practitioner, nemesis of blade beast... wow, he really guessed it right!
……

"Spiritual practitioners are what the blade beasts call monks?"

Late at night, Wang Jixuan, who had completed a round of practice, began to think about this problem seriously.

He returned to the supply vehicle. Lingtong's transport plane was not far away, and a large number of special forces were stationed around it.

Although Old Fu told him to focus on research and development, Master Wang said that he was not worried at all, which was definitely a lie.

After all, this round of attack by the blade beasts was launched against him as a "spiritual practitioner", which made him a little uneasy.

Ten days.

This is the deadline given by Blade Beast, and it is not necessarily reliable.

As soon as Wang Jixuan came back from the negotiations, he received news from the front line - the blade beasts outside the D5 war zone had begun to gather, and several king-level blade beasts left their nests at the same time and reorganized the blade beast army underground.

The humans have already begun bombing these groups of blade beasts, but the blade beasts also have fortifications, so this bombing is just scratching the surface.

"So, there really is a civilization that is a companion of the Blade Beasts, called the Spiritual Cultivators?"

"Spiritual practitioners are definitely not psychics. Psychics are infused. Blade beasts don't even see them. When you hear the word psychic, it means they can practice. Maybe they even have a complete practice system."

"Oh my goodness, Xiao Zhou was right? There are alien civilizations with companion blade beasts?"

Taoist Wang looked a little messy.

He was thinking about what he should do next.

The time is really too tight.

The Demon-Breaking Dagger has not yet been mass-produced, so it is difficult to achieve constructive results in the next ten days;
You can make a few drone formations. After repairing the last formation base and replacing the crystal core, most of them can still be used. Maybe they can be used to make a powerful blade beast later.

What else?
When it comes to combat tactics, the human military is more professional.

Practice.

Even if we have to force things this time, we have to enter the Return to Truth Realm as soon as possible. There is no way to lay more foundations in the Concentration Realm.

Compared with the Concentrating Spirit Realm, the Return to Truth Realm is a comprehensive improvement of the soul, spirit, and body. Especially when one enters the Concentrating Spirit Realm to perfection, the power of spiritual consciousness is greatly increased, and the soul will also transform into the Yuan Soul.

As for those students of Xing Dian...

I don't have time to take care of them for now.

Wang Jixuan thought about it and sent a message to Lingtong.

He had to go back to Fortress No. 76 to break through, which was relatively safe. Besides breaking through the barriers, he could also try to get as many crystal core swords as possible to equip humanity with cutting-edge combat power.

'Should you switch to practicing magic skills? Magic skills will improve faster after all. I'll find a way to switch back later.'

Taoist Wang kept pondering.

He wanted to use the Blade Beast Crystal Core to upgrade, but he was still hesitant in his heart.

"Sure enough, there are only zero times and countless times of magic power."

Wang Jixuan closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling carefully.

The Demonic Demon Technique is too overbearing. It can be used in emergencies only, but practicing it exclusively will inevitably affect one's temperament and eventually turn one into a murderous demon.

That's scarier than the blade beast.

He wanted to find a magic technique in his memory that would allow him to use the residual souls of blade beasts to enhance his own soul power, and use the blood and flesh of blade beasts to enhance his own body of Taoism, making full use of the resources of these blade beasts without having to bear the cost of magic power.

Within ten days, he will enter the realm of truth!

The Taoist priest was getting angry when his spiritual sense suddenly caught sight of Zheng Shiduo pushing Wu Man out of the transport plane and rushing over here.

There was some hesitation in the boy's eyes, as if he had something bothering him and wanted to talk to someone.

(End of this chapter)