Not a god

Chapter 150 Attacking Ping'an...Pingjiang County!

At 04 kilometers on National Highway 99, the seismometer suddenly spit out a nine-meter-long thermal paper tape. Five Type A main battle tanks crushed the green belt and stood across the toll station exit, with their gun barrels stretched into dark red straight lines under the setting sun.

The phased array module on the roof of the "Tornado-2000" radar is being reorganized, and the hexagonal honeycomb structure reflects the Z-20 formation hovering overhead.

In a small town four kilometers away, the emergency broadcast was broadcasting the third evacuation order in dialect. People kept leaving and pouring into Pingjiang County at this time.

In the intercom, evil skeletons appeared, followed by soldiers with live ammunition. The flames suppressed the monsters in the shadows, but modern firearms could only suppress such non-material creatures. Before psychic weapons were developed and produced, they could only serve as aids to the people of destiny.

After the main force of the Mushou Division arrived to take over, they rushed to the next battlefield.

It was only nine o'clock, but chaos broke out in Pingjiang County. After receiving the official evacuation information, the streets were in chaos.

The police officer who was maintaining order on the ground called into the walkie-talkie. The vehicles stuck on the road were cleared and drove away one by one. Horns were honking from time to time. Roll-up doors on the street made a clanging sound. A woman holding a child looked around. An atmosphere of panic continued to spread.

"Then, what is that?"

Someone pointed at a shadow under a street lamp, exclaiming at the horrible gray-white thing. When it became clearer, it turned out to be a three-meter-tall, skinny as a skeleton, with a hideous face, disheveled hair, and a humanoid corpse that looked a bit like an artist.

The evil corpse stumbled a few steps in frustration, looked at the humans on the street, and suddenly roared out of control:

"Time and again, again and again, it was changed again and again! The requirements were unclear, and the budget was limited... What exactly is colorful black?"

Seeing an evil corpse appear in front of them, the already tense atmosphere on the street instantly became chaotic.

"Yes, it's the evil corpse!"

"Quick, run!"

"Where's Mushou Si!?"

The evil skeleton roared, rushed over, grabbed a high school girl's head like an apple, lifted her up, and asked, "What does colorful black look like?"

The female high school student cried and begged for mercy, but when she saw that she couldn't answer, her mouth opened more than half a meter wide and was about to eat the person.

She closed her eyes and only had time to let out a cry.

"Sword slash!"

But the next moment, the evil skeleton's arm, like a dead branch, was chopped off at the root.

The high school girl, who had already lost consciousness due to fright, fell down, gasping for breath. She turned her head and saw a man holding a sword... a greasy bald uncle in his forties.

"It's the first time I use it in real life..."

The bald uncle had a big belly and looked like he had just got off work. He held a long sword in his hand, threw the briefcase in his right hand to the side, turned sideways and held the sword with one hand, took a step back in his leather shoes, and his cheap suit pants suddenly became tight.

"Little girl, run."

I saw him stroking the sword with one hand, sliding from the hilt to the tip, as if he was treating his beloved woman. The mirror-smooth sword reflected a few strands of the uncle's hair blown by the wind, making his already bald head look even more desolate.

"Let me, the 48th person in Pingjiang County, Van Helsing of Pingjiang County, come and meet this evil corpse!"

Such scenes appeared in many places in Pingjiang County at this time.

After all kinds of monsters and demons appeared, some people ran for their lives, some just cried and shouted on the spot, some angrily drew their swords and walked against the crowd, and there were even some anchors who valued money more than their lives.

"My dear friends, I am Wang Yuyan from Tianfu University. This is Pingjiang County. I am risking my life to broadcast live to you all. My dear friends, please give me a free little heart and pay attention. There will be a lucky bag at 10:30 to participate!"

"Just at 6:30 this afternoon, Pingjiang County issued a red alert through TV news, emergency broadcasts, and text messages. The warning information mainly contains several contents.

Residents in Jianxi Sandao (the reconstruction road of the old industrial zone in Songyang), Shuangbei West Lane (the back alley of Ciqikou in Shapingba District, Chongqing), Yinhuadongli, Yuehua East Road... and other areas should evacuate to... There are also other areas, such as Gutai Town, Shuping Town... These towns should close their doors and windows and people should not go out to the streets.

So not all areas need to be evacuated. Right, the streets are a bit chaotic now. Want to see the Evil Corpse? Actually, it’s not that easy to encounter it. Streamer, there doesn’t seem to be any Evil Corpse here right now. If it does…”

This anchor is not stupid. So far, there is a consensus that the places where evil corpses appear are generally some relatively prosperous areas. So although he is broadcasting live in Pingjiang County, it is just a small town with sparsely populated streets.

There were few people on the sidewalk, and not many vehicles on the road. How could a corpse appear in such a place? However, as the saying goes, accidents happen. Before the young anchor could finish his words, a blurry shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the empty road on the live screen.

The illusory figure gradually became clearer and was about fifty meters away from the screen.

The iron mask was cracked, oozing out dark green phosphorescent fire. The broken armor was wrapped in black mist. The rusty knife was dripping with blood that never solidified. Wherever it passed, the air within ten meters suddenly became cold, the dry grass was frosted, and every step left a burning boot print.

It was a statue of an ancient warrior, with iron armor rubbing against his body like scales, making an ear-piercing sound.

The anchor's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the phone trembled a little, "...Family, family, please pay attention to the anchor..."

Suddenly, a beam of light from the sky fell in front of us, followed by two or three more, and the roar of helicopters in the air was getting closer.

The Dream Monitoring Tower can detect gaps in dreams. It is a large-scale functional building. There are those for large-scale searches, and naturally there are also those that are more portable but have a smaller range.

The Mu Shousi has such surveying creations in his hands. Whether it is a radar vehicle or an armed helicopter in the air, they are all equipped with such detection equipment.

However, the "wall" in Pingjiang County is now full of holes. The current manpower of the Mushou Division is already overwhelmed. What they are concerned about now are only the larger holes, and those holes must be the evil corpses of the second-level monarch.

"In the present world?"

The ghost general looked around, then raised his head to the sky in confusion. Shining on the crisscrossing paths of light was a huge and noisy steel monster from the sky. He raised the sword in his hand and shook it, pointing it at the strange creature.

But in the next second, the sword that was supposed to be cut turned into a block.

"when--"

A man appeared from the shadows, and after the knife that was slashing at him was blocked, several men in uniform and holding standard weapons surrounded him.

"He blocked the sword so easily. This guy seems to be ridiculously strong..."

"Do you need to call for backup?"

"Who else can we call? Brother Long and the captain are busy with other things. The other team members can't participate in this level of battle."

"Ye Fan, Dali and I will hold them back, and you go and look for an opportunity!"

"understand!"

These are the three Mushoujuns. If Chen Xi were here, he would recognize one of them. He was the one who saved Comrade Ye Fan by the river three months ago.

But Ye Fan today is no longer the same as before.

Although he was beaten into a folding screen in the battle with Tie Shi Ren that day and thought he was going to die there, for some reason, he found himself waking up in the hospital the next day.

Not only did he save his life, but his body was covered with comminuted fractures, but the doctor's physical examination showed that he was anemic.

He survived inexplicably. No, he was saved by someone. But he didn't know who saved him, how that person defeated Tie Shiren, and how he had such miraculous medical skills to bring people back to life.

That day, the captain Qing Ning called him over and told him not to tell anyone else what happened that day.

Although he survived and recovered from his injuries, the mental damage caused by Tie Shiren that day is not so easy to erase.

From that day on, he swore that he, Ye Fan, must become stronger!

To become stronger than anyone else!
After that day, he broke through and then stood up again, and his progress in cultivation was rapid. Now, he is the third best master in Jiangcheng Mu Shou Division, second only to Long Zai Tian and Guan Qing Ning.

He is very strong now!
The battle is about to break out!
A certain anchor on the roadside swallowed his saliva and quietly pointed his phone over there. At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased dramatically, from a few thousand at the beginning to over ten thousand immediately, and the barrage of comments was flying everywhere. Under the moonlight, countless swords and sabers were flying.

The characters in the picture seem to be out of frame, and their figures cannot be captured. The only way to get a sense of how fierce the battle is is through the occasional cracking of the ground and the sudden and violent collapse of buildings on the roadside.

However, the ghost general was always at ease. He blocked the three people's violent attacks with just a wave of his hand.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

"Ding Ding-"

"Ding ding ding ding——"

The fat anchor on the roadside was also frightened at this time. He was nearly a hundred meters away from the battlefield, and the occasional flying stones were as powerful as cannonballs.

Yang Yang Yang: Holy crap! It’s really like gods fighting each other!
Sad and Angry Girl: There is such a master in the Mushou Division? ?
Subway Kobayashi: That evil corpse is so scary, is it a second-level one?

Coax me not to stay overnight: Definitely level two!
Kai Yunluo: Host, don’t be so afraid of death, can’t you come closer?
Seeing that the battlefield was getting farther and farther away from him and had disappeared around the corner, he looked at the live broadcast room and saw that its popularity had skyrocketed to nearly 100,000. Fatty Wang made up his mind and quickly followed.

When Ye Fan's sword tip pressed against the opponent's throat for the seventh time, the unique twisting technique of Mu Shou's swordsmanship felt inexplicably stiff.

A laughter like surging gravel came from under the bronze visor, and the ghost general's rusty chain mail suddenly swelled up, shaking off the two green swords that attacked from the flanks, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

"Retreat!" A warning burst out from his throat, but he was still half a step too slow.

The originally sluggish Mo Dao suddenly turned into an afterimage. The blade brushed past Ma Dali's sword spine and shot up three inches, actually cutting off a small piece of shoulder bone from his right arm.

As hot blood spilled all over the ground, Ye Fan's sword had already pierced into the gap in the general's armor on the back of his waist - this was a killing move that the three of them had practiced twenty-seven times, but the moment the sword touched it, the entire armor shrank like a living thing, and the sword was stuck in the bulge of the seventh vertebra.

blocked!
"Let's stop playing house..."

……

When the fat anchor appeared with a mobile phone in his hand, he was so frightened when he saw the scene at the corner that he dared not move.

The live broadcast room, which was becoming increasingly popular, and the crazy barrage of comments suddenly became quiet.

Because the scene in front of him was too horrifying.

Two people fell to the ground, one with his broken sword stuck in a puddle, reflecting the purple phosphorescent light, lying in a pool of blood, occasionally struggling to get up. The other stood still in a stabbing posture - his sword was stuck in his ribs, half of his arm was hanging down limply, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The young man who had always been the main fighting force was held in the air by the ghost general with one hand, holding his neck. His limbs hung limply and the sword in his hand broke into several pieces.

A clear "click" sound attracted the attention of the ghost general.

In Ye Fan's weak vision, he saw an ordinary citizen appear at the corner, who was obviously frightened by the scene and could not walk.

"Quick, run quickly..."

After saying these two words, he also lowered his head weakly.

Finished, finished...

Three, three masters from the Shepherd's Office, definitely strong men above the second level of the monarch. He thought he could be on par with this monster, or even suppress it, but he just turned a corner and now his life or death was unknown.

The ghost general turned his head and looked over, and Fatty Wang lost his grip on the phone and it fell to the ground.

The audience in the live broadcast room could only see the sky and half of the host's face that looked like a fool.

But no one would blame the anchor at this time.

Some heartless people even started mourning for the host in the live broadcast room.

But some of those who had just come in were confused.

However, just when the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room of hundreds of thousands of people was about to be filled with silence, a horn sounded suddenly. Behind the horn, there was a conversation between two people, one seemed to be an old man and the other a young man.

"Haha, it's a second-level evil corpse. I have to trouble the boss."

"The positioning doesn't seem to be very accurate. Is the GPS affected?"

"Boss, do you want a compass? I have one here..."

"Let me make a phone call and ask, old man, wait a minute, these three are still breathing, I want to see if they can be saved."

“The boss is really kind.”

"Hey, come and help, the three of them moved to the side of the road..."

In the live broadcast room, a bunch of question marks appeared at this time, and no one knew what was going on.

But the screen showed that the anchor who was standing still seemed to be called. He nodded quickly and then disappeared from the camera. Now the only thing left in the live broadcast room was the devastated sky.

About half a minute later, with the sound of a car driving away, the host's strange scream like a pig being slaughtered, and that stupid face appeared in the live broadcast room again, but the expression on that face this time was even more interesting than seeing a ghost.

"My family, I'm counting on you! This is really like meeting a god!"

The screen in the live broadcast room shook, and it was facing a large square block on the road that looked like a piece of meat and armor squeezed together.

Fatty Wang is already incoherent. What did he just see?
The young man, who looked to be in his twenties, simply stretched his hand out of the car window and clenched the air. The monster that the three shepherds could not defeat even if they tried their best, turned into a compressed biscuit in an instant!
……

"Drag the entire Pingjiang County into a dream?"

Guan Qingning was shocked. So far, occasionally some residents fell asleep, but only a few were rescued. If the entire Pingjiang County fell asleep, what would happen to the 200,000 residents here...

No wonder they have to evacuate urgently now, no wonder the armed forces have been mobilized here, could the people above have discovered this earlier than us?

Taoist Priest Xuanyuan looked at the ruined temple in front of him and said, "This is a temple of the Goddess of the Underworld. It was caused by the people of the Goddess of the Underworld. The followers of the Goddess of the Underworld can connect the dreamland and the real world through the statue of the Goddess of the Underworld."

Situ at the side asked, "Does that mean Su Jiuer is trapped in a dream?"

If that's the case, it would explain why we couldn't get in touch.

"Mostly so."

Guan Qingning was just about to ask how to stop the resurrected evil corpse when Situ's phone rang.

Everyone looked at him, and he said a little embarrassedly: "I'll take a call."

Then he ran to the side and answered the phone: "Hello, Brother Chen, we found Su Jiuer's whereabouts. Now let's discuss how to rescue her next."

"What do you mean where are we now? What can you do here? Even a second-level master like me can't do anything. You're just making trouble by coming here!"

"Pingjiang County is very dangerous right now. Brother Chen, you should go back quickly. I won't say any more to you. We are busy here."

But just after he hung up the phone and walked back, he found that Gu Nanzhi and the captain of the Pastoral Guard Division were staring at him for some reason.

"Chatting, where are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)