‘S-rank is indeed a comprehensive upgrade compared to A-rank, quite difficult to kill.’
Wang Jixuan looked up at the meteor hurtling from the sky, and… the humanoid rocket rushing towards the meteor.
The expression behind his mask was a bit ‘numb’.
Old Hei, Fu Jian?
Heh, this Commander-in-Chief really knows how to play.
The Daoist Priest curled his lip, not paying much attention to these details, locking onto the area below with his spiritual sense, his figure plunging into the Yellow Sand Formation.
A thought to start the formation, a thought to end it.
The Yellow Sand Formation's spiritual energy circulation was near collapse, Wang Jixuan stopped the formation from rotating.
He controlled the X Armor to land steadily in front of Mo Feng's unrecognizable corpse, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, several talismans flying out from his waist pouch, surrounding the corpse.
An S-rank esper's soul must be very strong, like a centipede that dies but doesn't fall, he couldn't give the opponent a chance to seize and be reborn.
Wang Jixuan silently recited in his heart:
‘The eight directions move, the six spirits return to their origin, evil demons dissipate, and the Dao progresses naturally! Act according to the law!’
A layer of ripples spread out, a fragmented phantom appeared, barely recognizable as Mo Feng's figure.
The soul wasn't very strong?
True Fire Talismans simultaneously flashed, three flames intertwined, Mo Feng's soul continuously melted like solid ice, streams of pure spiritual energy spreading in all directions.
Wang Jixuan wanted to absorb this spiritual energy…
Forget it, it's a bit disgusting and physiologically uncomfortable.
Daoist Wang was afraid of being influenced by this female demon, affecting the purity of his Dao body.
After a while, Mo Feng's last wisp of soul remnants vanished, completely eliminating the possibility of seizing ordinary humans, Wang Jixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
An S-rank might have other abilities, use some other spells.
Wang Jixuan used some dishonorable spells, starting to search Mo Feng's remaining soul within a radius of dozens of meters, even searching the underground twice.
Buzz, some noise came from the headset.
“Holy crap, holy crap!”
Zheng Shiduo almost lost his ability to speak, repeating himself for more than ten seconds before starting to cheer excitedly:
“We really did it! The four of us killed an S! Hahaha! Holy crap! I'm also a fake super expert who killed an S!”
Ling Tong landed beside Wang Jixuan, instructing in the communication channel: “Each unit advance according to plan, please do not relax.”
“Coming, coming! I was unconscious just now, my mind was overdrawn, now my legs are a little soft… This armor is so awesome! When Feng Bangjie exploded, I thought I was going to be blown to death with him, I didn't expect it to be just a comminuted fracture, I'll reattach my bones first… Hiss, it hurts! It hurts so good!”
Zheng Shiduo kept howling, his voice unable to hide his excitement.
Rumble!
A huge sound came from the northwest sky.
Ling Tong deactivated her mask, looking towards the northwest.
Mudan, wearing that damaged ordinary armor, was searching the ground for her missing right hand.
Wang Jixuan had completed the spellcasting, confirming Mo Feng's death, and then gently exhaled.
“Confirming Mo Feng is dead… Where is Mo Feng's team located?”
Ling Tong immediately replied: “Their aircraft has never approached our identification zone, should we go to support the Commander-in-Chief?”
Wang Jixuan asked: “Was the old man who flew over just now Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian? The one called the Old Demon by the espers?”
“Yes. Although I don't know why the Commander-in-Chief isn't in the command center, but appeared here, I think this might be the Commander-in-Chief's deliberate ambush, there's a powerful spiritual energy reaction inside the meteor that rushed over.”
Daoist Wang calmly nodded: “It should be an ambush.”
Good fellow.
He suddenly realized that Instructor Hei had only appeared in front of him from beginning to end! And he had always heard of Fu Jian's great name, but there was no image data of Fu Jian in the fortress at all!
Previously, when he took people back to the supply station, this old guy even left a message for Mudan, saying he was going to a meeting!
Wang Jixuan asked: “Do you have a photo of the black seashell?”
“Huh?” Although Ling Tong was a little puzzled, she still transmitted two images to Wang Jixuan's armor.
Wang Jixuan opened it and saw a bald old man of medium build and full of energy, most of his body had been transformed into machinery, but it was still some distance from the degree of transformation of 'Grandpa Hei'.
Good fellow, Wang Jixuan exclaimed good fellow.
Mudan had been sarcastically mocking its creator!
Ling Tong had already reacted, she, who was always serious in combat, couldn't help but purse her lips and smile at this moment:
“I guess, your time with that instructor must have been very interesting.”
“Hehe, it's okay, he's quite amiable… To save the old man's face, let's keep this a secret as much as possible.”
Ling Tong urged: “The sandstorm is about to fall, let's continue planning the next steps.”
Wang Jixuan agreed, activated the X Armor's stealth system, and turned to walk down the sand dune.
Zheng Shiduo turned on the stealth system, limped up, burrowed into the sandstorm, revealed his figure, opened his mask, spat fiercely at the charred corpse on the ground, and feeling unsatisfied, kicked it twice more.
As if there had only been one set of X Armor fighting here from beginning to end.
In the northwest sky, two figures were chasing each other at high speed, the semi-mechanical body chasing after the old esper, relentlessly attacking.
Nearby, Mudan, who had found her right hand, was recovering the scattered array bases as planned.
Wang Jixuan hid in the back of the military vehicle, honestly lying down, covering himself with the tarpaulin.
“Huff…”
Through the gap in the tarpaulin, he saw the clear blue sky, and more than a dozen supersonic fighters streaking across the sky.
Grandpa Hei, Fu Jian;
Formation, drone swarm;
The direct experience of the strength of an S-rank esper;
And most importantly, killing this indiscriminate murderer Mo Feng, this landmark event should become the driving force for the major war zones to counter the Thirteenth Institute.
‘Another day of clear thoughts.’
Daoist Wang breathed in and out, focusing on regulating the chaotic aura in his body.
He could leave the cleanup work to Ling Tong, he was completely relieved.
… …
At the same moment.
The area above Fortress 82.
Inside the stealth aircraft flying at an altitude of more than 20,000 meters, the espers of Mo Feng's team looked at each other, their eyes finally falling on the order that popped up on the screen in front.
Order from the Destruction Corps Commander;
Eliminate all residents of Fortress 82 as soon as possible to avenge Mo Feng's death.
“What do we do, do we, do we do it?”
“Let's do it, we can only do it now! Otherwise, we will be judged when we go back, when the captain was ambushed below, we couldn't get close at all, we are just B-level espers and can't fly fast!”
“The higher-ups won't listen to your explanation, an S-rank died, not killed by a Blade Beast, there hasn't been such a thing in the last ten years!”
“Are you saying we're going to take the blame?”
“Take action, we must take action, kill everyone in this fortress! Turn the instrument to the maximum! Let them be buried with the captain! Our only way out!”
Several people began to remain silent, each returning to their posts.
Although they lost Mo Feng's spiritual energy amplification, they were now very close to the fortress in a straight line.
Although they might be exposed if they acted here, their aircraft could be transformed into a space shuttle, and they might be able to escape even if they were discovered.
Adjust the instrument, turn the power to the maximum;
The man with the 'Bloodworm' ability put on his helmet, sat in the amplification instrument, his own ability was pushed to the maximum, his expression gradually becoming crazy.
“Die! All of you die!”
Layers of spiritual energy shockwaves, visible to the naked eye, spread towards Fortress 82!
The 'Bloodworm' esper was suddenly extremely astonished, he suddenly widened his eyes, looking at the teammates beside him.
“I can't sense them anymore.”
“What?”
“I can't sense them anymore! Damn it! I can't sense those bloodworms that I fed with my own blood anymore! They disappeared! They disappeared inside Fortress 82! This is impossible! They might have transferred those infected people away underground! What do we do…”
“What?”
Didi Didi!
An ear-piercing sound suddenly came from the radar interface next to him.
“Pull up! Pull up! Missiles have locked onto us!”
“They couldn't have transferred them away, did we find the wrong fortress?”
“This is 82! There's still a locator hidden inside by our insider!”
Several people were in chaos.
In the corner of the cabin, the middle-aged female technician couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, muttering in a low voice, “A bunch of idiots.”
The female technician looked at the missile warning that appeared on the panel in front of her, swiftly deleted the database on the aircraft, turned off the defense system of the expensive fighter jet, and locked the altitude limit.
“May the light of the Beast God eternally shine.”
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The female technician took out a sharp utility knife from her pocket, smiled, and stabbed it into her neck, sliding it halfway from left to right, her body limply collapsing.
The cabin was engulfed in flames after a dozen seconds.
A corner of the lower city of Fortress 82.
Wu Man, pale-faced, sat in a wheelchair wearing a helmet.
The young man was almost exhausted, his head aching from overuse of spiritual energy.
He looked at the last batch of purified infected people in the room in front of him, a sweet smile on his lips, took out the communicator, sent a message to Wang Jixuan, and then fainted, looking up.
【Mr., the purification mission is complete, very easy.】
The two half-human mechs behind him hurriedly stepped forward, nimbly checking the young man's vital signs.
… …
A few minutes later.
Ding ding.
Zhou Zhengde grabbed the communicator on his desk.
Zhou Zhengde's eyes widened, and he clenched his fist, slamming it hard on the corner of the table, then cradled his fist, sucking in a breath of cold air.
He shook his hand, subconsciously glancing left and right to make sure he was in his small dormitory in the prison, before replying to the message with relief.
【Little Zhou (The Great Orator): How did you do it? Such a huge thing, you talk about it so lightly! I don't even know how to praise you! You took down Mo Feng? An S-rank Esper! And number thirty-six in the rankings!】
【Wang Zheng: I was just one of the participants in the plan. To be precise, it was Ling Tong, Mudan, Team Zheng, and me, the four of us, cooperating with a few of my unique tricks, plus the all-around support of the war zone's army, and… your grandpa holding down the fort.】
【Little Zhou: Huh? My grandpa? Isn't he always at the command center?】
【Wang Zheng: Have you seen him recently?】
【Little Zhou: No, he's usually very busy, attending all sorts of meetings, and he's fierce, I'm actually a little afraid to hang around him, unless he calls me over for dinner, but I've been serving my sentence in prison lately.】
【Wang Zheng: I can now say that your grandpa is a big, foul-mouthed guy who likes to tell dirty jokes. Oh, and he has that 'small refrigerator' in his chest that he's so proud of.】
【Little Zhou: What's all this about?】
【Wang Zheng: He disguised himself as Instructor Black Shell and protected me up close for a while! Good heavens! He tricked me out of my underwear color! He's too cunning!】
【Ling Tong (Miracle Witness): When describing our Commander-in-Chief, please try to use more elegant words.】
【Wang Zheng: I was misled by you, you have to compensate me.】
【Ling Tong: In fact, the information I've always received is that my biological grandfather was protecting you. As for the Commander-in-Chief switching places with him, I really wasn't aware of that.】
【Ling Tong: If you're particularly concerned, I can formally apologize.】
【Wang Zheng: It's okay, it's okay, it's all small things, don't take it to heart. Actually, this saves me a lot of communication costs with the military, and I quite like Grandpa Black, aka Fu Jian, that old rascal.】
【Wang Zheng: I suffered heavy losses this time, using up hundreds of crystal cores and revealing some of my trump cards, which makes me a little upset and in need of some comfort.】
【Ling Tong: Hmm, I can make you a cup of coffee.】
【Wang Zheng: I'm actually hinting to Zhengde to get him to get more crystal cores from Commander Dongfang's side.】
Zhou Zhengde squinted and smiled, muttering, "These two are really interesting. What era is this? Are they still going to learn from those middle school students and start their romance with holding hands?"
【Little Zhou: Leave this to me. Can you send me a few photos of Mo Feng's corpse? I have a use for them.】
Ding ding.
【Wang Zheng: Don't act on your own in this matter. Wait for orders from the military high command.】
【Wang Zheng: I've just thought about it. The most sensible thing for the military to do now is to accumulate momentum. Mo Feng's death has already given us an absolute advantage. At this time, we must accumulate this advantage, transform it into a winning advantage, and unite as many war zones as possible to launch an attack on Thirteenth Institute together.】
【Little Zhou: Alas, what I'm worried about is that the Blade Beast hordes are about to become active again.】
【Ling Tong: Very likely.】
【Wang Zheng: Are you implying that Thirteenth Institute is connected to the Blade Beast hordes?】
【Little Zhou: Who knows? But you're right, I can't be impatient now. I just need to do the tasks assigned to me by the organization, and wait for orders for the rest. You don't need to give me the photos of Mo Feng's corpse, although I really wanted to indulge myself.】
【Ling Tong: Do you need me to add Team Zheng and Wu Man to the group chat?】
【Wang Zheng: Yes.】
【Little Zhou: I have no objection.】
【Ling Tong: Okay, I'll apply for encrypted communicators for them.】
【Wang Zheng: I'm going to go and communicate with the Tree of Kindness.】
Zhou Zhengde was covered in question marks.
What the hell is the Tree of Kindness? Saying he's going to communicate with other people in front of Ling Tong, isn't that going to be a problem?
Love in the Fortress Era doesn't distinguish between men and women.
Of course, love may not distinguish between men and women, but the quantity must be limited. More than two people is an ethical problem, not a gender identity issue.
Just as Zhou Zhengde was about to ask another question, the projector on the corner of the table suddenly started working.
Several beams of light weaved together to form a screen, projecting 'Instructor Black,' Fu Jian, wearing a black leather coat stained with large patches of blood.
Fu Jian frowned as he looked at Zhou Zhengde.
Zhou Zhengde jumped up, immediately snapping to attention and giving a military salute:
"Zhou Zhengde of the Central City Security Team of Fortress 76! Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief!"
"Yes, very good, very spirited."
Fu Jian nodded, throwing the bloody arm he was holding into the nearby insulated box.
Zhou Zhengde asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, what is that?"
"The left arm of a hidden S-rank Esper. Although the guy escaped, his abilities should be greatly reduced, and it's impossible for him to advance to SS later."
Fu Jian said indifferently:
"Mo Feng was the key material he had cultivated for many years to allow him to advance to SS.
"This old thing has always been a hardliner among the ruling faction. This time, we directly struck at his power, and the results are very good.
"It's like this, Zhengde, cough, the reason I contacted you suddenly is that there's something Grandpa wants to consult you about."
Zhou Zhengde frowned and pursed his lips, fully focused on his grandpa's test, and also a little curious.
What exactly is it that even his omnipotent grandpa can't solve?
