Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 179 S-Class Lockdown Zone, City Falls

The night sky was dark, and all the light of day was obscured.

The sudden downpour extinguished the sparks burning on the ravaged land with a hissing sound.

The roar of gunfire gradually subsided.

The entire Lijiang Riverbank was completely darkened.

At that moment, a surviving searchlight, knocked askew by something, shone obliquely onto the ground.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a dark figure crashed to the ground with a whooshing sound, splashing up a handful of mud and water.

"puff…"

Yang Ping, who had rolled to the ground, struggled for a few moments before gritting his teeth and getting up.

But before he could stand up again, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

By the light of the lamp, one could see that the pool of blood on the ground contained some dark red blood clots.

Yang Ping felt as if his internal organs were all tangled up, and the intense pain, accompanied by a feeling of suffocation, made his vision go black.

But he still forced himself to hold on, slapping off the last iron armor talisman on his body, which had already burned to ashes.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a talisman and patted it against his chest.

"...Cough cough...The three Yin meridians obscure the sun, the five Yang meridians are sealed...The blood evil dissipates, and flesh and blood re-form! Imperial decree!"

The shimmering light made me feel a little better.

He staggered and managed to get to his feet.

With a grave expression, he looked into the distance at the purple-haired zombie, which was being held back by the remaining machine gun outposts.

...

In just a short half hour.

This zombie, which suddenly appeared and was dressed in swords and armor, swept away all obstacles with overwhelming force.

Wielding his rusty longsword, he quickly cleaved gaps in the several-meter-thick city wall.

As they watched, a fixed machine gun emplacement above them collapsed.

The soldiers above screamed as they fell, only to be caught by the armored, purple-haired corpse's hand, which was larger than a clay pot.

It brought it directly to its mouth and tore off most of the neck in one bite.

Gushing blood gushed out and was drunk up by the zombie in an instant.

The soldiers who had lost their breath were simply tossed aside.

A short while later, he stood up, swaying and with half his neck drooping.

It turned out that the corpse had been transformed into a hairy corpse by the onset of the corpse poison.

Throughout the process, each firing port that realized something was wrong quickly changed direction.

Focus fire on this monster, which is clearly unusual.

But unlike other zombies.

This purple-haired corpse, which had never appeared before, faced countless firepower and explosions as if it were facing a gentle breeze.

There was no intention of dodging at all.

When various metal projectiles collided with it, they could only spurt out sparks before twisting and falling to the ground.

Yang Ping, who was standing at the foot of the city wall, watched as the zombie used its hands and feet to climb up the collapsed corner of the city wall.

Although the walls were built with the consideration of zombies piling up on top of each other to climb them, their height generally exceeded ten meters.

But this zombie was huge, and it had a rusty sword that could tear through walls with a single swing.

The protective function of this city wall is therefore negligible.

If they were to breach the city walls, the remaining zombies would follow, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Think about this.

Having just finished a battle, Yang Ping didn't care about his depleted talismans and used the effect of the Swiftness Talisman to rush away.

From a distance, he waved his hand and shot out a fire talisman, blasting the tall zombie that was still dismantling the city wall away.

However, the powerful explosion also blasted molten iron out of the already shattered city wall.

Fortunately, they managed to repel the opponent, creating distance for subsequent attacks.

At this moment, on the city wall.

"Damn! Master Yang did a great job!! Fire! Blow him up!!"

Seeing the opportunity, Lao Li quickly called for artillery support from the outer perimeter again.

Meanwhile, the purple-haired corpse roared once again as it rose from the ground.

It took a powerful Fiery Talisman head-on, but only slightly charred its fur.

Yang Ping's brow twitched at the sight.

But this attack also completely enraged it, and its pair of scarlet corpse eyes stared straight at the yellow figure that was running away desperately in the distance.

next moment.

Suddenly, a series of whistling sounds came from the sky, and shells accompanied by violent roars fell straight towards the location where the zombie was standing.

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

Layer upon layer of violent explosions covered the area within a hundred meters of the purple-haired corpse.

The horde of corpses that subsequently regrouped were also thrown out.

Yang Ping, who had received the signal in advance, had already run quite a distance before stopping.

He turned around and raised his hand to shield his eyes. Even from this distance, the shockwave from the explosion still made his apricot-yellow Taoist robe flutter.

The continuous explosions lasted for more than ten minutes.

The outer artillery positions also received the information and, knowing that this target was difficult to deal with, immediately cleared out all the newly transported firepower.

Yang Ping squinted, watching the intense flames and explosions in the distance, which kicked up clouds of smoke and dust.

The unease in my heart also subsided.

Although mortal cannons lack magical power, their damage to evil spirits is greatly reduced.

But after more than ten minutes of relentless bombardment, even if that bronze-skinned, iron-boned monstrous zombie didn't die, it would still be severely damaged.

Even if this purple-haired corpse is strong, it shouldn't be completely unaffected.

We are currently observing the situation.

As the roar subsided and he saw the towering flames and thick smoke, Yang Ping lowered his arm that had been blocking his way.

He pulled out another green talisman, intending to first disperse the smoke and dust and assess the situation.

But at this moment.

"Roar!!!"

A resounding clang, like the clash of metal and stone, directly drowned out the sound of the still-burning flames and pierced the entire arena.

Under Yang Ping's gaze, even the thick smoke seemed to be violently dispersed by that roar.

moment.

In the reflection of his pupils.

A scorching flame was torn open, and a tall figure charged out with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Streaks of fire and thick smoke still clung to it, and the entire area of ​​the explosion pierced a cone shape.

At this moment, Yang Ping also realized that something was wrong, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Without hesitation, he activated the speed-climbing talisman on his feet and began to climb the city wall beside him.

He prepared to rely on his agile movements to dodge the powerful impact.

next moment.

The moment their toes touched the city wall, a wailing sound, as if the air was being torn apart, came rushing closer.

"boom!!!"

A dark shadow passed through, followed by a loud bang, and the entire section of the city wall trembled violently.

Yang Ping even felt unsteady on his feet, and couldn't help but look down in horror.

Inside the wall, on the ground, was a trench that looked as if it had been plowed out by some terrifying thing.

As the soil churned, it led directly to the bombed zone where flames still burned in the distance.

Looking down at the thick city wall, a huge, dark hole with cracks spreading outwards was right in front of me.

At this moment, along with the impact of the collision, chunks of cement wrapped with steel bars were still falling down.

Before any action could be taken, the wall, which had just stabilized, began to tremble violently again, with a series of booming sounds coming from beneath our feet.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were about a dozen consecutive bangs, accompanied by a series of shaking and shattering roars.

finally.

"boom!!"

Outside the city wall, where Yang Ping stood, large chunks of cement were mixed with steel bars and dust flying everywhere.

With a whooshing sound, the shattered building debris shot out like bullets, traveling dozens or even hundreds of meters.

And follow the sound and look around.

As Yang Ping turned to look outside the city, his pupils trembling, a plume of smoke and dust rose from there.

Slowly, a tall figure who had been half-crouching straightened up again.

At this moment, the remaining soldiers on the city wall also recovered from the violent tremors and finally realized what had happened.

"This! The monster has breached the wall! Quick! Sound the alarm!!"

The purple-haired monster not only survived the bombardment that lasted for more than ten minutes.

They charged straight ahead and breached the thick city wall, which was designed to withstand missile attacks.

Watching the purple-haired corpse break free of its cage, it walked with heavy steps toward the distant military camp with its lights stretching out.

Yang Ping finally came to his senses.

He stepped directly onto the city wall, reached for his waist, and prepared to jump down to intercept the enemy.

But his outstretched hand grasped nothing.

Only then did he realize that his magical array plate had been damaged and consumed in the previous battle.

Touching the inner pocket where the talismans were stored, only a few remained.

A sense of powerlessness suddenly overwhelmed me.

Watching the zombies disappear into the distance, heading towards the camp, I suddenly hesitated as I took my first step.

What should I do after I rush in?
Without his magical artifacts and talismans, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to fight to the death... His gaze darted away, but the foot that had stepped onto the city wall slowly retracted.

The feeling of powerlessness—that nothing could be changed or stopped despite all efforts—suggested a slight desire to give up.

He silently stopped walking and lowered his head, no longer looking at the distant scenery.

"I'm too weak. Without magical artifacts and talismans... I can't even stop it..."

"I... um?"

He was still muttering to himself.

Suddenly, as I stepped back and landed on the ground, I felt a strange sensation.

Somewhat puzzled, I moved away.

He realized that what he had just stepped on was a piece of paper no bigger than the palm of his hand.

He bent down and picked it up.

Upon seeing what was in his hand, Yang Ping, whose gaze had been low, suddenly froze.

At this moment, what was being held in my hand was a cropped photograph, about the size of my palm.

In the center of the photo, a somewhat youthful-looking boy in a green military uniform smiles brightly.

Beside him were men and women, young and old, all smiling and making various gestures towards the camera.

Clearly, this is a small home.

Yang Ping, whose eyes had widened without him realizing it, put down the photo and turned his gaze away.

Just a few steps away, on the ground to the side.

The buildings collapsed and scattered because the zombies had just crashed into the city walls.

A boy who looked much more mature and darker-skinned was wearing a similar green military uniform and was lying on the crenellations of the city wall.

His eyes blazed with fury as he gripped his gun tightly, aiming it at the city below.

But it had already lost its breath.

A structural steel bar weighing several tons fell down, and before he could dodge, it crushed him in two at the waist.

He remained in that position, steadfastly holding his ground in this little corner where no one paid any attention.

It became a tiny bullet amidst the previous barrage of artillery fire.

Yang Ping felt as if a heavy stone had fallen on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Only then did he truly raise his head for the first time and look at this steel defense line amidst continuous artillery fire.

The hideous monsters poured out of the cave and began to climb the city wall.

The howls of zombies, the roars of soldiers, and the whistling of bullets.

It seemed as if the gun barrels of the soldiers at his feet, still warm from their gunfire, were being poured in.

It transformed into a bullet, shattering the invisible bricks and tiles that had somehow formed around him.

Suddenly.

The silence recedes, and the noise fills the air.

A cacophony of noise surged forth.

The soldier's dying curses and screams, the blade piercing his flesh, the bullet penetrating his body.

Blood spurted out, and the body fell to the ground.

The smoke of battle and death, everything on this battlefield, was combined into a sonic wave called reality, crashing down upon us.

This caused Yang Ping, whose mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, to feel a sudden turmoil.

My jumbled thoughts feel insignificant.

Silently turning her body, she looked around, her lips turning white and dry due to the intense emotional turmoil.

In the end, he trembled and managed a bitter smile.

"Ha, I'm such a coward."

"Aren't these... just ordinary people...?"

He smiled wryly and shook his head, realizing he had forgotten about these people who had stood with him from the very beginning in the fight against evil.

He turned his head again to look at the tall figure who had walked a hundred meters outside the city.

He bent down again and stuffed the slightly distorted photo he was clutching back into the hand of the soldier beside him.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped off the city wall.

As the talismans on his legs flickered, a bright yellow streak trailed afterimages in the night, rapidly approaching the tall, heavy-footed figure.

"The fire is the command, the talisman moves and flames arise! Burn away impurities and dispel evil, so be it!"

With a loud shout, a vermilion talisman floated out from the sleeve and shot straight at the back of the purple-haired corpse with a push of the palm.

"Sizzle..."

As the talisman approached, it flashed rapidly, and then a burst of blazing light suddenly exploded.

"boom!!!"

...

After a few breaths.

The flames subsided.

On the ground, which had melted from the intense heat, the purple-haired corpse with its back slightly charred stopped in its tracks.

With heavy footsteps, I turned around and met a pair of resolute eyes.

A yellow Taoist robe billowed in the wind as Yang Ping, holding a Yang Fire Talisman in each hand, charged forward.

With his agile movements and relatively short stature, he dodged the purple-haired corpse's counterattack and stuck the talisman in his hand onto its leg.

He then quickly created distance, raised his sword finger, and shouted.

"Burn!"

In response, the writing on the two talismans quickly emitted a faint light.

The next moment, raging flames completely engulfed the towering zombie.

The talismanic fire, which suddenly ignited out of nowhere, crackled and popped.

Unlike the previous scruffy zombies, this armored purple-haired zombie showed no reaction even when licked by flames.

The skin, under the scorching heat, reflected a metallic luster, like pure gold in fire.

This scene made Yang Ping's heart sink.

Zombies are impervious to swords and blades, but the weak fear water, and the strong dread thunder and fire.

Now, flames cannot harm you, nor can swords break through your defenses.

Having no other means, he could only grit his teeth and pull out two more low-level talismans, charging forward once more.

"The Swiftness Talisman on my leg is still effective. If I wait for it to wear off, how can I possibly fight against this purple-haired corpse with a body that's not much stronger than an ordinary person?"

With this in mind, his movements became three times faster.

Constantly duck to avoid attacks, using the zombie's clumsy and stiff body to maneuver around it.

At the same time, various talismans were used to attack his seven orifices, legs, and other vulnerable parts.

The goal is not to kill, but to injure; to stall for time as long as possible.

Several Yang Fire Talismans were lit in succession.

It finally started to react.

"Roar!!"

The tall, purple-haired corpse, in pain, roared furiously and suddenly abandoned its previous methodical attack rhythm.

He swung his rusty greatsword, slashing it diagonally like a wheel, creating gusts of fierce wind.

Just as Yang Ping was about to dodge, he felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards him.

The rough, blunt blade magnified in my vision.

At this moment, he had no doubt that if this attack hit, he would be cleaved in two on the spot.

He could only try his best to duck and dodge, but it was too late. In a flash, he could only take out a talisman and hold it in front of his arm to meet the attack.

"boom!!"

"Crack!"

After a dull thud, Yang Ping heard a cracking sound coming from his arm.

With a muffled groan, he was sent flying by the force of the blow.

Finally, he rolled more than ten meters on the ground covered with yellow soil and sand before the force was dissipated.

Just as I was about to turn over and stand up, a piercing pain shot through my arm that was supporting me on the ground.

On his dusty face, beads of sweat instantly appeared, mixed with mud and water, leaving several muddy streaks on his face.

"Damn..."

Opening his eyes, he saw that the arm that had just met the attack was bent at a right angle at the forearm.

Several pieces of stark white bone pierced through the skin and flesh, revealing their exposed state.

It's obviously useless now.

But at this moment, he had no time to musing.

Although he hadn't looked up yet, he could already feel a series of dull vibrations getting closer and closer as he pressed against the ground.

No time to think too much.

With a gritted tooth, he strained his legs, lunged to his feet, and quickly lunged to the side.

A gust of wind howled past, the fierce hurricane whipped up my clothes, and my severed arm was torn and swayed from side to side.

"Humph…"

He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Without even checking the injury, he hurriedly pulled out a talisman for stopping bleeding and healing, and without caring whether it was the right one, he directly stuck it on the severed arm.

As the incantation is recited, the talisman takes effect.

Although the arm is still unable to move, the pain has been slightly relieved.

At that moment, the purple-haired corpse that had just rushed away turned around and ran back again.

A pair of scarlet, corpse-like eyes stared intently at the yellow-robed Taoist priest, who was now covered in mud and in a sorry state.

Noticing that look, Yang Ping gave a wry smile.

He swayed as he straightened up.

Despite the pain in his arm, he pulled another talisman from his clothes.

"…bring it on."

(End of this chapter)