Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 184 Confrontation
It rained heavily.

Dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to touch the treetops.

At this moment, Xuanwu, wearing a brown-patterned mask, stood with his arms crossed in the torrential rain.

Rainwater streamed down his bronze, bulging muscles.

"...The family took action."

The voice behind the mask sounded somewhat muffled.

After saying this, he turned his gaze away from the collapsed building in the distance.

"Yes, it's time for us to make our move."

An old but powerful voice answered from the side.

With the crisp sound of leather shoes striking the ground, a tall, thin old man dressed in black, carrying a black umbrella and wearing a silver mask, walked out from the side.

"The zombies are coming."

"White Tiger, haven't you always wanted to try this? Now that there aren't many left, it's the perfect time to warm up."

The two stood side by side on the artificial rockery that was higher than the ground.

Taking advantage of the high vantage point, I also saw groups of stiff bodies staggering towards me in the rain.

They then realized that the thing they were supposed to defend was approaching.

As for his companion beside him, the tall, thin old man with white hair and beard, Baihu, just chuckled.

"Since you are so modest, I will give it a try first. Please excuse me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low-frequency humming sound was heard.

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, when Xuanwu turned his head slightly, he saw that the figure beside him had disappeared.

Only a few dark purple particles quickly extinguished and dissipated in the heavy raindrops.

"...It's really convenient, but it's a pity."

Looking into the distance, a figure with an umbrella suddenly appeared in the heavy rain.

Xuanwu shook his head with a mixture of envy and regret.

In terms of direct combat ability, the White Tiger is not as domineering and swift as the Fox Tail and the Flame; in terms of prolonged combat, it is not as good as himself and the Azure Dragon.

But if we're talking about the strangeness of their abilities, then White Tiger is arguably the most unfathomable among them.

That ability to traverse space with almost no prerequisites, teleporting as easily as splitting the earth, would make one invincible in battle.

Its only two weaknesses are its fear of water and its high energy consumption.

The Yue family head also searched for information for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what kind of bloodline he had awakened.

It is powerful, but its weaknesses are also extremely obvious.

Even raindrops, when splashed on the skin during the activation of the ability, can cut through bones and gnaw at flesh like sulfuric acid.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look up at the sky and shake my head at the thick, dark clouds that almost obscured the moonlight.

"...favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships."

In his view, this operation was both sudden and dangerous.

But Yue Feng's behavior and tone made it clear to him.

He was originally a desperate warrior who had no other choice but to perform on the street to pay for his wife and children's medical treatment, but even that was not enough to make ends meet.

The Yue family head rescued him from his predicament, gave him money, and helped his relatives and friends.

At worst, it's just a matter of life and death.

Thinking this, a resolute look appeared in his eyes behind the mask.

With one step, his hands, rough and bound fists, immediately cracked with a series of bone pops.

...

Over here, the horde of zombies has already knocked down the fence surrounding the park.

With unhindered red eyes, they were drawn to the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the masked figures darting back and forth.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

"... "

A series of chilling roars echoed down one after another.

The Yue family members, who were busy carrying weapons and ammunition back and forth, broke out in a cold sweat and felt their hands and feet go cold.

Some of the more timid were even stunned and stood frozen in place.

And now.

Some of the closer ones could even see, through the torrential rain, the red-eyed, withered, wrinkled heads rushing towards them.

But the next moment.

“Buzz—!”

A buzzing sound came from beside my ear.

In an instant, a cloud of purplish-black dust suddenly exploded beside the withered, white-haired corpse.

Before it had completely dissipated, a five-fingered, jet-black ghost claw emerged from a cloud of purple mist.

"Pfft!"

A series of sounds followed, like a blade piercing flesh.

The long, sharp spikes of the black ghost claw pierced directly through the zombie's back, hanging it from its palm.

"Ok?"

"They're still alive? Are these zombies?"

At this moment, the purple mist dissipated, and the white tiger, now greatly changed, appeared, still wearing that silver-white mask.

His tone revealed a question.

Looking down at the zombie in his hand, which had been pulled off the ground but was still struggling and trying to tear itself apart, he was somewhat surprised.

At this moment, the white tiger was still holding that large, thick black umbrella, but his height had increased considerably.

He was originally just a tall, thin old man, but now he looks taller than the park street lamp next to him.

But he's only grown taller, still so thin, which looks rather strange given his current height.

Furthermore, the sophisticated black outfit, when combined with his height, appeared somewhat too short.

Most of his arms and legs were exposed.

More than half of his skin looked as if it had been soaked in ink, spreading a dark purple hue.

The same applies to most of the face, including the head; even one eye behind the mask has been transformed into a vertical pupil that glows with purple light.

Now, the hand, which had stretched out and transformed into a slender, ghostly claw, flipped and pierced the zombie's chest, lifting it up completely.

Seeing that he was still struggling, he gripped his hand tightly and ripped out most of his chest.

"Puff~"

Shriveled flesh mixed with viscous corpse blood spilled out.

The zombie, having stopped struggling, landed on the ground, splashing up a handful of rainwater.

A gaping hole appeared in his chest, the bloody mess quickly filled by the torrential rain. "What am I supposed to be? His vitality is pretty good, but he's not as terrifying as the legends say."

At this moment, most of its body had transformed into a blackish-purple white tiger, and its voice carried a series of ethereal tremors.

His tone was somewhat disappointed, with a hint of disdain.

Then, with graceful movements, she used her sharp, cone-like fingertips to pull a handkerchief from her breast pocket and wiped the blood and grime from her hands.

Only then did he take a step with his long, thin, and strangely shaped legs, stepping into the rain.

moment.

"Om~"

With a buzzing sound and the dissipation of purple dust, the tall, thin, dark figure teleported once again.

It appeared next to another zombie that was staggering.

"Pfft!"

With a single swift movement, it pierced the zombie's chest, repeating the same steps as before.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the dozen or so zombies that had been attracted were killed one by one.

After the last wrinkled, dark gray corpse lay on the ground with its head torn off by three claws, the park was temporarily quiet.

next moment.

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound accompanied the scattering of purple particles.

The white tiger, wearing a silver mask, reappeared in the park, standing beside the muscular and tall black tortoise.

"I've already cleaned it up. Tell those cars to come over."

"…it is good."

Hearing his companion's words, Xuanwu, who was directing the men in black robes to set up a defensive line, nodded silently.

He responded.

He immediately took out his communicator and dialed the number.

However, the call did not connect and was disconnected after ringing twice.

...

And at the same time.

It's on a small path not far from the park.

A dump truck loaded with gravel, its lights off, blends into the night.

In the driver's seat, a man wearing a mask glanced at the lit-up screen of a mobile phone next to him, his eyes flickering.

He simply raised his hand and turned the key, and the car roared to life instantly.

The car's lights suddenly turned on, and the wheels began to roll.

The truck, loaded with gravel, slowly moved forward with a rumble, turned out of the alley, and headed towards the park.

And then the car started.

It was as if some kind of switch had been turned on.

In other corners, trucks, vans, and even tankers of all sizes suddenly turned on their lights and drove out.

"boom!"

First and foremost, several semi-trailer trucks crashed straight into the park, which was surrounded by railings, without stopping.

With a loud crash, it smashed through the iron fence and concrete pillars and drove straight in.

As the streets and alleys stretched out, trucks loaded with goods drove out one after another.

It was as if they had planned it beforehand.

The vehicles skillfully maneuvered and blocked the road in the direction facing Lijiang from the park, using trucks fully loaded with goods to cut in and out of the way.

Before long, a steel wall made of cars and goods was formed.

As the people on the vehicles disembarked, they pulled out white masks and cloaks from various places, put them on, and quickly returned to the group.

At the same time, armed men quickly climbed onto the substitutes and mounted weapons and ammunition on the roofs of the vehicles.

They all pointed their guns into the distance.

Xuanwu, wearing a mask, stepped forward and arrived at the largest semi-trailer truck.

He reached out and grabbed the railing, then with a powerful effort, he climbed over and stood on top of the carriage, gazing into the distance.

Beside him, a flash of purple light appeared, and the white tiger holding the umbrella was teleported over in one step.

At this moment, they were in each other's sight.

Under the heavy rain, streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds, occasionally illuminating the dark earth beneath the night sky.

Within the area recently cleared by the White Tiger, even more and denser zombies have returned, drawn by the scent.

In the gaps between flashes of lightning, one could see more dark figures surging in the distance.

It filled the horizon, as if it were endless.

Both of them felt a sense of oppression wash over them, and their hearts became more serious.

Soon, the defensive line surrounded by cars and the surrounding trees, along with other advantageous terrain, were all prepared by his men, who had set up weapons.

Every crosshair and infrared sight has locked onto the withered figure that is gradually approaching the effective firing range.

next moment.

"boom!!!"

A sniper bullet spun and shattered the rain, the booming gunshot echoing in the night, firing the first shot of the battle.

At the end of the street, in response, a tall, thin zombie with mottled black hair suddenly slammed its head backward.

A small patch of scalp was torn off by an armor-piercing bullet, but that did not stop its advance.

On the contrary, this seemed to have angered it.

The zombie straightened its head, its scarlet eyes fixed on the human on the metal lump not far away. With a roar, it quickened its pace and charged forward.

"Roar!!!"

This roar seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

One roar after another emanated from the darkness of the night, forming a terrifying sonic wave that crashed against the small, makeshift defense zone.

"Da da da!!"

"boom!!"

As the restless horde of corpses approached, the fires on the defensive line were ignited one after another.

In the pitch-black night, it seemed as if a dazzling strip of lights had been lit up.

The entire defensive line opened fire.

The intense bursts of machine gun fire and the roar of howls echoed all around.

Lines of fire from guns and cannons surged toward the opposite side, onto a murky tide of various withered colors.

It stirred up waves of debris and flames from the explosion.

(End of this chapter)