Wang Jixuan stared at the drone's reconnaissance footage displayed by Mudan, his thoughts racing as he watched the figure walking towards the camp.
The Blade Beast had really come to negotiate.
His identity as Black Storm could no longer be used.
The last time he blocked the hole in the bottom of Fortress 76 and charged into the nest of the young King Worm, defeating an immature General-level Blade Beast, that incident was probably exposed as well.
However…
“Mudan, go guard the outside of the camp and make it wait. I still have things to do here.”
“Uh, sir,” Mudan said, somewhat surprised, “this is a recorded event. It's the first time a Blade Beast has taken the initiative to communicate with humans!”
“Negotiations also have a first-come, first-served basis.”
Wang Jixuan snorted:
“Go, don't let it get close to the military camp. Your combat power should be enough to directly eliminate it. It's just a Mimic Blade Beast.”
“Yes!”
Mudan replied solemnly:
“At this historically significant moment for civilization, Mudan will definitely treat it with the utmost care!”
She gave a proper military salute, turned, and dashed out of the medical tent.
“Old Zheng! Guard the door and don't let anyone get close!”
“No problem!”
Wang Jixuan glanced at the images on the projection screen, shook his head, and looked down at the unconscious Class A Esper. He put his hands together, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and a halo of Buddha's light appeared behind his head.
Chanting scriptures is not for good deeds;
Only wishing to convert the soulless.
The second victim of Mahayana Buddhism is born today!
…
“A Mimic Blade Beast? Took the initiative to reach the edge of Fortress 82? Saying it wants to talk to Black Storm?”
When Zhou Zhengde received this news, he thought he had misheard.
He grabbed the communicator and rushed to the door of this 'prison', shouting outside: “I want to see my grandfather!”
The guard outside was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: “Okay, Captain Zhou, I'll prepare a car for you right away!”
More than ten minutes later, Zhou Zhengde rushed into the heavily guarded D5 Command Center building, filled with a large number of autonomous security robots, and was taken underground by a senior staff officer.
He was led to a secret small conference room, where seven or eight old generals were standing or sitting in silence, staring at the large screen hanging on the wall.
The scene on the screen was a bit eerie.
The Sarri Desert in the black night was silent and peaceful, and the sand dunes were like huge monsters sleeping, ready to devour the last bit of green life on the edge of the desert.
Three multi-rotor large attack drones hovered in the night sky, focusing light on a narrow ten-square-meter area.
There were two figures there.
The little maid Mudan, wearing a black maid outfit, white stockings with cat ear hair clips, and a pair of red-bottomed black high heels, was kneeling on a checkered tablecloth with a square tray in front of her, still containing two cups of tea made from industrial tea essence.
In front of Mudan was a ragged, skinny old man.
The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of white crystalline film, no longer hiding, emitting a terrifying aura. The screen next to him showed the structure inside the old man's body.
The old man in the picture contained a high-level Mimic Blade Beast.
In front of the screen, Zhou Zhengde heard a gentle call.
“Zhengde is here?”
An old man greeted with a smile:
“Come here, the main show hasn't started yet.”
“Hey,” Zhou Zhengde approached cautiously.
Fu Jian, sitting in the main seat, turned his head and glanced at him, simply nodded, and then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: “Has Black Storm not arrived yet?”
Ling Tong's voice rang out from the center of the screen: “The transformation surgery on the Class A Esper has not been completed yet.”
“Okay,” Fu Jian said simply, “then follow his rhythm, no need to urge him.”
“Yes!” Ling Tong responded crisply.
Zhou Zhengde was a little puzzled: “What Class A Esper?”
A kind-looking old staff officer smiled and said: “Two Espers just came to Fortress 82 to surrender. Their brain self-destruct chips have been easily removed by Black Storm. We plan to make them into propaganda materials.”
“Surrender? Class A? What a great harvest!”
Zhou Zhengde pointed to the screen and muttered softly:
“Then what's going on with this monster?”
Several old men gave a brief introduction:
“This is a high-level Mimic Blade Beast, probably a preacher. It occupied the body of a scavenger camp resident and walked hundreds of kilometers to get here. Its body is about to collapse.”
“Because it's a single individual, the target is too small, our radar failed to detect it in advance.”
“However, when it approached within three kilometers of the fortress, it actively sent out biological waves to the surface camp of the fortress. Many soldiers heard it say… Black Storm, let's talk.”
“Wow!”
Zhou Zhengde's expression was full of admiration:
“His charm has already radiated to the Blade Beast group!”
A group of old men turned their heads to look over, and the eyes of the five old-fashioned cyborgs showed a few more doubts.
True · Black Shell muttered to Fu Jian: “Commander, are you sure there's no problem with your grandson's orientation?”
“If he dares! I'll break his legs!”
Fu Jian snorted coldly, Zhou Zhengde's legs almost went weak, and he stood honestly beside him watching the screen, not daring to chat anymore.
A split screen appeared in the corner of the screen. Wang Jixuan and Ling Tong got into an off-road vehicle together and rushed towards the desert.
Wang Jixuan was still in the classic Black Storm attire, black combat uniform, black tactical helmet, leaning back in the passenger seat, closing his eyes to rest.
Fu Jian picked up the walkie-talkie: “Ling Tong, ask him what he wants to do.”
Ling Tong's voice immediately came from the big screen.
“The Commander-in-Chief asks what you want to do?”
“Don't know,” Wang Jixuan said simply, “Have Blade Beasts never communicated with humans before?”
“Never openly.”
“They clearly have this ability,” Wang Jixuan clicked his tongue, “Maybe they're too arrogant, thinking humans are vulnerable.”
Ling Tong asked: “Then why is it coming over now?”
“Maybe their plan has been disrupted,” Taoist Wang sighed, “What exactly is going on, we'll know after talking to it… Is there a rule here that envoys are not killed in battle between two armies?”
“No.”
“That's good,” Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ling Tong stepped on the brakes, the off-road vehicle had already begun to slow down, the noise from the multi-rotor drone drumming in his eardrums, Wang Jixuan and the 'old man' with white membranes on his eyes stared at each other from a distance.
“You… are here…”
Spiritual sense transmission?
Wang Jixuan looked at Ling Tong: “Did you hear what he said?”
“Heard it.”
“That should be mental information transmission, please help me prove it later, lest Old Fu misunderstand that I'm colluding with the Blade Beasts.”
Ling Tong nodded calmly.
He seemed not nervous at all.
…
Taoist Wang sat down casually in the position vacated by Mudan, Mudan's built-in skin heating function had already made the cushion very warm.
He stared at the old man and asked proactively:
“Blade Beast?”
The old man opened his mouth directly, and said slowly in a strange, low voice:
“Spirit Practitioner?”
Taoist Wang was stunned.
Spirit Practitioner? Is he referring to their cultivators?
He stared at the old man, constantly thinking in his mind, and asked doubtfully: “What are you talking about? Spirit Practitioner?”
“Spirit Practitioner, archenemy, battle.”
‘Blade Beast’ said simply:
“You, have awakened.”
Wang Jixuan sneered: “Can you put the words together? The negotiation envoy sent by the Blade Beast, does it only have this much communication ability?”
‘Old Man’ took a light breath, this time trying harder to speak:
“We will eliminate you… by forcing humanity… they… are vulnerable…”
“You hiding here… is useless…”
“If you… come back with me now… pledge allegiance to our King… we… can temporarily spare… this group of humans…”
Wang Jixuan picked up the tea and took a sip.
He roughly understood.
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The Blade Beast has an archenemy, called Spirit Practitioner by the Blade Beast. They used the word 'awakened', indicating that the Spirit Practitioner may have been sleeping before.
What the Blade Beast envoy said later was just a naked threat.
Ling Tong suddenly opened his mouth: “The Commander-in-Chief means that humanity will spare no effort to protect this hope.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Wang Jixuan nodded, looked up at the 'old man', and said indifferently:
“You have heard what the human commander means, I don't need to say anything else.”
“You are still… weak…”
“I am not the Spirit Practitioner you speak of.”
Taoist Wang smiled freely:
“I am Black Storm, an Esper created by the military, a young man living in the fortress era.
“What a Spirit Practitioner is has nothing to do with me, but I am now your enemy, and I will also practice the creed of helping the weak and suppressing the strong.
“If you want to fight, then fight, if you want to war, then war, why feign kindness, only to add to the laughter.”
‘Old Man’ nodded: “Because… you are Spirit Practitioner… qualified to talk to us… we will… launch a war… in ten days…”
“It should be said,” Ling Tong said indifferently, “that we will encircle and suppress the Blade Beast group in ten days.”
‘Old Man’ did not respond.
Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: “By the way, have you already transmitted the message back?”
‘Old Man’ said: “Do you want to… go back on your word?”
“Go back on your granddaddy!”
Wang Jixuan suddenly darted forward, in the 'old man's' obviously surprised expression, a Black Tiger Pouncing Heart smashed into the old man's chest.
The old man's body flew backward, black blood spurting from his mouth!
Wang Jixuan strode forward, his figure leaping like a cheetah, divine light bursting from his eyes, his fist turned into a palm, his palm pushing and pulling, a cyan ripple rippled from top to bottom, the old man's back exploded directly, a ball of darkness was desperately extending huge colorful wings.
Preacher!
Especially with the Vajra, Imperishable and Indestructible, Myriad Dharma Kalpa Wheel, emerging to subdue demons!
Wang Jixuan was bathed in golden light, like a Dragon-Subduing Arhat descending to the mortal world. The aura within his body condensed in his palm, and an exorcising dagger appeared in his hand!
The Blade Beast was just about to launch a mental shock!
Wang Jixuan swung his arm forward, his figure passing by it!
The spotlight followed, and the automatic cannons were about to fire when the Preacher, whose wings had just spread, split in the middle and fell weakly to the ground.
Daoist Wang returned, skillfully digging out a fist-sized crystal core from the Blade Beast's body, and smiled with satisfaction.
This trip was not in vain.
Ling Tong, who hadn't moved from beginning to end, couldn't help but frown and ponder at this moment.
The Blade Beasts have declared war on them.
In a small room in the D5 War Zone Headquarters.
Fu Jian leaned back in his chair, thinking carefully, and said in a low voice: "The entire war zone enters Level One combat readiness, prepare to activate the Agreement Soldiers, and all autonomous legions enter a state of readiness to begin, completing repairs as quickly as possible."
"Yes!"
Zhou Zhengde pondered for a few moments.
Spirit Cultivators, the Blade Beasts' nemesis... Good heavens, he really guessed right!
...
'Spirit Cultivator is what the Blade Beasts call cultivators?'
Late at night, after completing a round of cultivation, Wang Jixuan seriously pondered this question.
He returned to the supply truck, Ling Tong's transport plane was not far away, and a large number of special forces were stationed around it.
Although Lao Fu told him to focus on research and development, it would be a lie for Daoist Wang to say he wasn't worried at all.
After all, this round of attacks by the Blade Beasts was launched against him, this 'Spirit Cultivator,' which made him feel a little uneasy.
Ten days.
This was the deadline given by the Blade Beasts, and it was not necessarily trustworthy.
Wang Jixuan had just returned from the negotiations when he received news from the front lines—the Blade Beast groups on the outskirts of the D5 War Zone had begun to gather, and several King-level Blade Beasts had simultaneously left their nests to organize a Blade Beast army underground.
The human side had already begun bombing these Blade Beast groups, but the Blade Beasts also had defensive works, and this kind of bombing was just scratching an itch.
'So, there really is a symbiotic civilization of the Blade Beasts, called Spirit Cultivators?'
'Spirit Cultivators are definitely not Spirit Energy Users. Spirit Energy Users are injected with power, and the Blade Beasts don't care about them at all. Spirit Cultivators sound like they can cultivate, and maybe they even have a complete cultivation system.'
'Good heavens, did Little Zhou really guess right? An alien civilization with symbiotic Blade Beasts exists?'
Daoist Wang was a little confused.
He pondered what he should do next.
Time was indeed too tight.
The mass production of the Exorcising Dagger had not yet been completed, and it would be difficult to achieve constructive results in these ten days.
Several drone arrays could be set up. The last time, the array base was repaired, and most of them could still be used after replacing the crystal cores. Maybe they could be used to create a powerful Blade Beast in the future.
What else?
Tactics and strategies, the human military is more professional.
Cultivate.
Even if it's forced growth this time, he must enter the Gui Zhen Realm as soon as possible. There's no way to build a solid foundation in the Ju Shen Realm.
Compared to the Ju Shen Realm, the Gui Zhen Realm is a comprehensive improvement of the soul, spirit, and body, especially when entering the Great Perfection of the Ju Shen Realm, the power of spiritual consciousness greatly increases, and the soul will also transform into a Yuan Soul.
As for those few students of Xing Dian...
There's no time to care about them for now.
Wang Jixuan thought for a while and sent a message to Ling Tong.
He wanted to return to Fortress 76 to break through, which was relatively safe, and he could also try to make more crystal core greatswords to equip the elite forces of mankind while breaking through.
'Should I switch to demonic cultivation? Demonic cultivation is ultimately faster to improve. I'll find a way to switch back later.'
Daoist Wang kept pondering.
He was a little tempted to use the Blade Beast crystal cores to upgrade, but he was still hesitating in his heart.
"Indeed, there are only zero and countless times for demonic cultivation."
Wang Jixuan closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully recalling.
The Maro Heavenly Fiend Art was too overbearing. It was okay for emergency use, but specializing in this technique would inevitably affect his temperament and eventually turn him into a murderous madman.
That would be even more terrifying than the Blade Beasts.
He wanted to find a technique in his memory that would allow him to use the residual souls of the Blade Beasts to enhance his own Yuan Soul power, use the flesh and blood of the Blade Beasts to enhance his own Dao body, and fully utilize these Blade Beast resources without suffering the consequences of demonic cultivation.
Within ten days, he must enter the Gui Zhen Realm!
While the Daoist was making up his mind, his spiritual consciousness suddenly captured Zheng Shiduo pushing Wu Man away from the transport plane and coming towards him.
The young man had a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if he had something troubling him that he wanted to confide in someone.
