Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 195 Qingfeng? Who is this little girl? (1+1)

"boom--!!"

The roar of artillery fire suddenly erupted.

The large-caliber land-based artillery, which had been urgently mobilized from an unknown location, suddenly trembled.

A massive cannonball, as thick as a human thigh, tore through the air with a sharp whistle as it hurtled straight toward the center of the dense horde of zombies.

An unfortunate corpse was instantly torn in two by a shell, which then crashed to the ground.

"Boom--!"

A muffled rumble immediately came from underground, and a large amount of flames and shockwaves spread rapidly from the point where the shells landed.

Zombies within a range of tens of meters were either thrown into the air or knocked to the ground.

Although the attack was not particularly lethal, it successfully hindered the overall advance of the horde of zombies.

This is the strategy that the Special Operations Bureau's defenses re-planned and adjusted based on various information after accepting the breakout soldiers.

According to Yang Ping's previous statement, the zombie's entire body was filled with yin energy and evil spirits.

This significantly reduces the effectiveness of attacks that do not carry magical energy.

Especially artillery shells and missiles, which have a wide range but are not concentrated.

After a brief discussion, the head of the defense zone urgently dispatched a batch of special artillery shells.

That is, the shell that worked quite well just now.

It was originally designed as a high-impact munition to disable enemy buildings and roads.

The first test was conducted not long ago when a horde of zombies attacked, and the results were surprisingly good.

Although the explosions are not dense, they have limited killing power against stronger zombies.

However, the impact force that can lift hundreds of kilograms of boulders can disrupt the advance of zombies in large numbers.

By exploiting the zombies' weakness of being unable to move easily, their advance speed is greatly slowed down, giving other guns and cannons more time to inflict damage.

In this way, the zombies, which were restricted by the terrain, were blocked a hundred meters away from the defensive line and could not advance an inch.

Compared to Facebook's previous defenses, the Special Operations Bureau is much more professional in terms of both personnel and logistical support.

Ample replacements and a constant supply of ammunition have given this frontline the ability to fight against the horde of zombies.

Originally, based on reconnaissance and estimation by flight operators, this battle was expected to last at least half a month.

If you include subsequent searches and eliminating small groups of surviving zombies hiding in corners, it will only take longer.

This speculation also made the person in charge, who was standing at the forefront of the defense and wearing an officer's uniform, mentally prepared for a long-term stay.

However, that was a thought from five minutes ago.

"...So...what exactly is this thing?!"

"Communications officer! Hasn't the bureau responded yet?!"

A middle-aged man in an officer's uniform was staring intently at the golden-armored giant that was plundering towards him like a killing machine at the end of his line of sight.

As the enemy charged through the horde of zombies, their firepower gradually closing in on the defensive line, my anxiety grew.

As he shouted, a soldier carrying communication equipment and looking disheveled ran over and stood in front of the middle-aged officer.

Before he could even catch his breath, he hurriedly bowed and reported loudly.

"Sir! A message has arrived from the bureau!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged officer quickly turned around, unable to contain his excitement, and eagerly pressed for more information.

"Quick! Read it aloud! What new instructions does the bureau have regarding these videos of the golden giants?!"

Seeing how excited he was, the young communications soldier didn't dare to delay.

He quickly picked up the display screen and read out the few short sentences on it.

"Following internal discussions, this emergency order is hereby issued; because..."

"...In conclusion, the overall commander of the defense zone must not show any hostility towards the golden-armored giant, and must cooperate to the best of his ability while keeping the defense line intact!"

After these words were read aloud clearly, the middle-aged man in military uniform opposite him, who was in charge of the defense zone, paused for a moment and asked a question with some uncertainty.

"Gone?"

"Uh...that's all."

The communications soldier answered blankly, somewhat at a loss.

The middle-aged officer was still somewhat skeptical. He snatched the communication device from the other man's hand and quickly scanned it.

He quickly confirmed that what he was reading was exactly the same as what he had just read aloud.

"This……"

After putting down the screen, he frowned deeply and turned to look at the group of giants that were almost at the firing line, looking completely helpless.

Just then, a roar came from the artillery position several hundred meters away, and another shell flew out.

This time, among the many golden-armored giants that advanced again, one happened to stand at the point where the cannonballs landed.

As the communications soldier and the middle-aged officer watched in growing terror, the shell struck the head of a golden-armored giant.

"boom--!!"

The specially designed high-explosive shockwave spread rapidly, and the fiery smoke instantly enveloped the giant's entire upper body.

However, just seconds later, the giant army continued its advance with a thunderous thud.

The golden-armored giant, whose head had been blown off by a cannonball, stepped out of the area shrouded in smoke and flames.

His strong, muscular physique was covered in gleaming, spotless golden armor.

It was completely unharmed, without even a tremor.

As if nothing had happened, he continued to follow his companions, sweeping through the dense horde of corpses like harvesting wheat.

At this moment, the communications soldier and the middle-aged officer on the defensive line all had a stunned expression.

Not to mention the other ordinary soldiers who noticed this scene.

That's a 240mm shell, weighing over 300 pounds, and specially made with a high explosive charge—a shell designed for attacking fortresses!
The giants weren't even left with a speck of ash?!
The middle-aged officer glanced down again at the brief instructions on his communicator and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He felt his question was clear enough: the enemy was beyond their capabilities, so the question was whether to retreat or fight to the death.

After much discussion, the department issued this order: avoid accidental harm and antagonism...

He now wishes he could drive the missile vehicle next to him and rush all the way to the underground command center.

Pry open those old guys' heads and see if they're filled with water.

"Huh——~"

The officer took several deep breaths before he finally managed to calm his agitated emotions.

With the solid military skills he had cultivated over decades, he quickly adjusted his mindset and composed his expression.

He then pressed the intercom on his shoulder in a serious tone and issued the new command.

"Switch to three-person teams, fire freely, and try to avoid those golden guys!"

"Artillery positions, cease fire coverage of the middle and rear of the horde of zombies, but be prepared to adjust angles and continue firing at any time!"

The two orders were quickly transmitted through the communication link to all levels of the lower levels, along the continuous defense line.

Although many soldiers were also shocked by the sudden appearance of the golden giant, they still strictly followed orders from their superiors and quickly adjusted their firepower configuration.

For a while.

The firepower on the entire defensive line eased slightly, allowing the zombies to advance rapidly.

But this gap in firepower adjustment was quickly made up for again.

Although there was no artillery support, the charge of the golden-armored giant made up for it, and the situation was even better.

All of this was exactly what the officer observing the battle through his binoculars had anticipated.

Or rather, ever since this group of golden-armored giants appeared and displayed their utterly unreasonable and overwhelming power.

In this battle of the defensive line, zombies are no longer the biggest threat.

Judging from the level of hatred those golden-armored giants showed towards the zombies.

Perhaps in just a day or two, with the combined firepower of the defensive line, all the zombies that have gathered together can be wiped out.

However, as the highest commander of the entire defense line, the middle-aged officer's furrowed brows now reflected his worry for these terrifying giants.

Through the telescope, giants, much taller than the zombies, could be seen moving through the horde of corpses.

Just like an adult walking into a kindergarten, every step and wave of the arm can take away a large number of zombies.

Those green-haired zombies that appeared terrifying amidst the gunfire looked like ants in front of the giant.

They were torn into pieces in a few moves, or punched so hard they were unrecognizable.

As the number of zombies decreased significantly, the dozen or so golden-armored giants chased after them at an increasingly faster pace.

Some of the artillery fire that couldn't be dodged only sparked and produced dust on the enemy's golden armor and muscles, which disappeared without a trace when the wind blew it away.

The officer held his binoculars, watching everything with a serious expression.

At this moment, he had no doubt that if these behemoths wanted to, a single charge could tear through his proud steel defenses.

But now that things have come to this, it's no use worrying about these things; the defensive line wasn't designed with evacuation in mind when it was built.

Moreover, although the zombies are being rapidly depleted, the remaining number rushing into the city would still be a disaster.

The reason is also very simple.

Because in the midst of that horde of corpses, everyone had already noticed those figures wearing military uniforms similar in style to their own.

Corpse poison.

The soldiers and officers who made it to this defensive line had all heard of it.

That's why everyone present understood that not a single zombie could be spared.

Thus, amidst the anxieties and somber moods of everyone on the front line.

As gunfire spit out tongues of fire and the rumbling footsteps of heavy objects pounding the ground grew ever closer.

Some of the most perceptive veterans could even sense that the ground in their trenches was trembling slightly.

in this way.

Amidst the noise.

Half an hour passed.

The number of zombies eliminated has far exceeded the initial officers' expectations.

The killing efficiency of those dozen or so golden-armored giants even surpassed the firepower of the entire defensive line at one point.

On the mountain ridge at the edge of the field of vision, the faintly emerging morning sun had already risen into the sky.

The entire city, too, welcomed the dawn from the thick, oppressive downpour.

At this moment, under the sunlight.

Amidst the buildings shattered by artillery fire, the shrunk horde of corpses suddenly erupted in a blinding burst of flame.

Some weaker zombies, just like the description on the data website.

Under the scorching sun, it burst into flames, howling in agony, and within a few breaths turned into a pile of charred remains.

This sudden turn of events made the subsequent cleanup work go much more smoothly.

The soldiers on the defensive line worked in perfect harmony with the seemingly tireless golden-armored warriors.

Less than half an hour later.

They then killed the remaining zombies with higher cultivation levels who could not be ignited by sunlight one by one.

This seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

The middle-aged officer, who had stood up again and put down his binoculars, suddenly heard his communicator ring.

After the connection was established, a report filled with excitement and joy came through.

"Report: Line Two has been cleared. Requesting further instructions!"

"Report: Line Three has been cleared. Requesting further instructions!"

Two pieces of good news came in quick succession from the defense lines on two other streets, almost simultaneously with his own defense zone, differing by only a few minutes.

By this time, the sun was high overhead, and it was approaching noon. After the artillery fire ceased, only the occasional bursts of gunfire from the dilapidated houses in the distance could be heard.

Not far from the defensive line stood a row of more than a dozen giants.

His entire body was clad in golden armor, which gleamed in the sunlight. Combined with his majestic figure and solemn face, he exuded a sense of majesty like a deity in a temple.

Seeing those terrifying giants standing still, the middle-aged officer in charge of the defense zone breathed a sigh of relief.

This at least shows that the other side has no ill intentions towards the city, or rather, towards their own soldiers; perhaps they really are just here to help clear out the zombies.

With his worries gone, he stepped across the trenches and arrived at the battlefield, which was filled with shell craters and shattered corpses.

He squinted slightly, leisurely watching the teams of logistics soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

Just then, a series of footsteps approached rapidly from behind him.

Turning around, I saw that it was the same young communications soldier from before, rushing over again with his equipment.

"Sir, the bureau's video communication is activated!"

"...Okay, give it to me."

The middle-aged officer was not surprised and casually accepted it.

There are real-time image transmissions from multiple locations on the defensive battlefield, which can be accessed within the bureau without his reporting.

Clearly, the unexpected appearance of these powerful giants has drawn the attention of decision-makers within the organization.

It seems that the higher-ups have been closely monitoring the battlefield situation ever since the order was issued.

Sure enough, before he could even report that the defense line had been cleared, they couldn't wait to send a message.

The middle-aged officer was thinking about these things while simultaneously connecting to a video call.

next moment.

Then the screen in my hand flashed.

A scene of more than a dozen people sitting around appeared in the mind's eye, with the highest-ranking executive of the Fog Mountain Special Operations Bureau, Director Tan, Tan Hui.

As soon as the call connected, Director Tan on the screen, before the other end could even speak, gave a stern order.

"We've seen your efforts; you've done a great job."

"However, let the adjutant do the cleaning up of the battlefield first."

"Now, equipped with communication devices, we need to communicate and make contact with those golden-armored giants to confirm some things..."

The middle-aged officer was somewhat bewildered by the barrage of words.

They quickly noticed the serious expressions on the other side of the screen, and the undeniable authority in their words.

Without saying anything more, he simply waved to his adjutant beside him, signaling him to handle the situation himself, and then stepped over the sandbag.

I cautiously approached a relatively flat open area not far from the defensive line, where a dozen or so golden-armored giants stood in a row.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained a high level of concentration, his eyes fixed on the expressions and movements of every giant.

Although he carried out this clearly dangerous operation without complaint out of duty, it did not mean that he disregarded his own life.

However, even after deliberately slowing down and spending more than a minute getting within ten steps, I still didn't see these towering giants make any move.

At that moment, the communicator he was holding, with the speaker turned on, was emitting Director Tan's voice.

"Alright, soldier! No need to be so cautious. They've already shown goodwill. Now it's up to us to show our sincerity. Go ahead boldly and let me talk to them."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged sergeant couldn't help but smile wryly, but said nothing.

He raised his palm, signaling the guards behind him to stay put, while he himself held up his communicator, raising the screen high outwards.

When they got within three meters, they stopped.

It wasn't that he was afraid.

The main problem is that these giants in golden armor are just too tall. They are almost as tall as the streetlights next to them. If you get any closer, you probably won't be able to look them in the eye even against the light.

The leaders inside the communicator he held up in his hand didn't say anything.

After a period of simple adjustments, it was then completed.

Once preparations were complete, Director Tan on the other side of the screen raised his voice as much as possible and spoke in a sincere and formal tone.

"Hello, my name is Tan Hui. I am an official in the city under your jurisdiction, responsible for managing all matters related to the supernatural within my jurisdiction. I can take over other government systems when necessary."

"On behalf of all the officers, I would like to express my gratitude for your righteous intervention in the battle just now. However, I personally have some doubts about you all."

"You must have some contact with that white-haired Taoist priest who flew into the city a few hours ago, right? Did that Taoist priest send some strong men to help the city's people fight off the demons?"

This sentence has clearly been carefully crafted, neither lowering one's stance too much nor failing to express importance and gratitude.

It also subtly revealed the other party's relationship with the person who created the pillar of light, which can be considered a disguised way of verifying their identity.

As the words fell, time ticked by, and the middle-aged sergeant, unable to get a word in edgewise, could only hold up the communicator with a blank expression.

On the other side of the screen, the high-ranking officials from various sectors, who were sitting in a circle, also dared not utter a sound.

One by one, they waited anxiously, staring at the burly man standing motionless like a statue on the screen.

Then, another ten seconds or so passed.

Just when everyone thought that these big guys in front of them didn't bother to communicate at all.

The camera captured the golden-armored warrior in the middle of the group; without anyone noticing, his eyes flashed and he suddenly made a move.

"Creak—! Creak—!"

Amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the golden-armored warrior at the very center slowly lowered his body, bringing his gaze down to the level of the communicator.

The middle-aged sergeant, who was acting as a support, twitched his face and almost couldn't hold it in.

This heavily armored giant is three meters tall and nearly two meters wide.

From a distance, it didn't seem like much, but up close, just by bending over, it gave him the feeling that a mountain had collapsed, and a sense of oppression and heaviness washed over him.

If it weren't for the composure I gained from decades of military service, I probably would have lost my composure.

Fortunately, the giant only bent down and aligned his face with the camera before stopping.

Followed by.

Then I saw that angular, dignified face with slightly moving lips.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice, like the sound of a great bell, with a metallic tremor, rang out.

"Are you the officials of today? There's no need to panic."

"We are golden-armored warriors, sent by the Immortal Wuwei to slay evil spirits in the mortal realm. Afterwards, we will head to the breach in the underworld to guard it, and will not interfere with human affairs..."

The words, still resonating like rolling thunder, sent a jolt through the ears of the officer in charge of the defense zone.

However, since everyone on this side understood, Tan Hui and his group behind the screen breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the amount of information in that sentence seems quite substantial.

"The Lower Realm"

Judging from their tone and their attire, their origins seem easy to guess.

Clearly, those sitting in this office are not fools, and they have all figured out the implications behind those words.

Then, the group exchanged knowing glances, each of them understanding the situation.

Not long after a quick, clandestine exchange, Director Tan, who had just started the conversation, spoke again.

This time, however, his tone was much more friendly, and he was smiling, his gratitude almost written all over his face.

"May I ask the name of this golden-armored warrior? Your contributions to the city this time are immeasurable, and millions of citizens will be grateful for your help!"

"Would it be possible for you gentlemen to move to the city center first? As local officials, we would like to arrange a banquet and announce the event to the citizens..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene seemed to freeze.

five minutes later.

The smile on Tan Hui's face also began to stiffen.

But given the previous experience, everyone waited patiently.

Soon, one of the golden-armored warriors finally made a move.

Instead of speaking, they turned around with a rumbling sound, each step accompanied by a thud.

They all walked silently towards the ruins of the city.

Judging from the direction, it should be heading towards the area where the Hundred Kings Tomb had been breached and sealed off.

This is what the other party just mentioned: the breach in the earth's yin energy.

As the tremors of the ground quickly faded into the distance, it was clear that although these giants did not move fast, their height was undeniable.

Walking at a slow pace, even the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield could hardly keep up when they ran.

Meanwhile, the district commander, a middle-aged officer, was left out in his place.

Watching the giants gradually disappear around the street corner at the edge of his vision, he put down the communicator he was holding.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the screen, and Tan Hui felt somewhat embarrassed.

Completely unaware of what he had said wrong, he caused the golden-armored warrior to leave without a word or looking back.

Finally, the bald man on the side spoke up, breaking the silence.

"They said they came from the lower realm, which probably means there's a difference between immortals and mortals, and they can't say too much about it, right?"

"There's no need to speculate too much. After all, their strength is there, and they haven't shown any malice since they appeared. I think we can assume the most optimistic scenario..."

These words surprised many people, who felt that they made sense and nodded in agreement.

"...Hmm...Not bad, a very reasonable guess."

Even Tan Hui couldn't help but nod when he heard this.

He looked at the logistics minister with a hint of surprise, even showing a sense of newfound respect.

"Your thinking is excellent. Please speak more in the subsequent summaries. The bureau is in dire need of quick-thinking talents like you!"

"Huh? Me...me?! Yes! Chief!..."

Finally, with a moment of excitement and surprise, the communication was completely cut off.

The middle-aged officer glanced at the blacked-out communicator in his hand, shrugged, and tossed it directly to the communications soldier who walked over.

He found a patch of blasted concrete and, not caring about the dirt, plopped down on it.

"...Sigh...Anyway...it's finally over..."

"... "

The flames of war gradually subsided.

The entire battlefield began to be cleaned up in an orderly manner.

Under the warm sunlight, on the ravaged land, a few lights occasionally lit up and went out.

With the lifting of martial law, traffic and pedestrians gradually returned to the streets in the unaffected urban areas.

The entire city seemed to awaken again from a state of suspended animation.

at the same time.

city ​​centre.

The top of a 100-story skyscraper with the words "Dingfeng International" written on it.

Various rare plants and flowers adorn the area, and the buildings and pavilions are arranged in a well-organized manner.

In front of a small, cool courtyard with low seats, a teapot bubbled and steamed, filling the air with the aroma of tea and water, creating a misty and elegant atmosphere.

On the futon behind the table, the white-haired, youthful-looking Wuweizi-Lu (ethereal and otherworldly) Gu was holding a cup and smiling gently.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant, ultimately reflecting a scene of a middle-aged man with a puffy figure and a bald man with a stiff expression.

His smile widened slightly, but he quickly suppressed it so no one would notice.

After finishing up these last few tasks, Lü Gu took a small sip of tea.

Only then did he smile slightly, raise his eyes to look at the two people standing in front of him, and speak in a gentle tone.

"Qingfeng? And this young lady is..."

(End of this chapter)