Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 30 End of the Conflict
As the first green-haired monster died, the second, the third...

The powerful monsters fell one by one under the gun until the last one.

If you look down at the battlefield, you will find a bumpy road full of craters running through the battlefield.

And at the very front of the road, a monster with one arm missing and half of its head missing was still moving forward.

But the next moment, accompanied by a gunshot, the broken head was completely shattered. The monster twitched a few times and slowly fell to the ground.

The sniper who fired the shot slowly removed his head from the scope and gasped for breath to calm his madly beating heart.

In his eyes, a road paved with shell craters and flames stretched out from the distance.

At the end of the road, it was less than a hundred meters away from the position.

At this distance, we don't even dare to use weapons with a large killing range.

It can only be fired by machine guns and snipers equipped with armor-piercing bullets.

No one ran away under the tremendous pressure, all thanks to the soldiers' iron discipline and will.

Fortunately, the kill was successful.

Small groups of Yin corpses have also been cleared out on other lines of defense.

Now the entire battlefield was dead silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of limbs being ignited by flames.

Scattered flames could be seen burning everywhere, which were the remnants of incendiary bombs and grenades.

The reconnaissance team released a drone and confirmed again and again that there were no survivors on the entire battlefield.

But after looking down from a high altitude, the ancient tomb below was pitch black. After discussion in the command room, they finally gave up on using unmanned exploration.

No one knows now whether there are other monsters underneath, or anything stronger and more difficult to deal with than the green-haired monster.

If we go too deep rashly, we will end up finding a monster that the existing defense line cannot deal with.

If the enemy breaks through the defense line and enters the city, no one can take responsibility for it.

"How do you feel about drafting a plan for a permanent military zone and then sending out requests for support to surrounding cities?"

The dignified man who was the team leader sat down at the conference table and proposed the follow-up plan in a serious tone.

"I suggest asking the military district for help and asking them to send tanks to help defend this place."

The majestic man thought about it for a moment and quickly approved the suggestion.

"You're right. We're still too unsafe without armored units. After the meeting, I'll submit an application to the nearby military district..."

At this point he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to ask the secretary behind him.

"Where did Li Qingfeng go?"

The secretary seemed to have expected this and knew that he would ask this.

"Master Li Qingfeng and the archaeological team are here. They've already returned to the city in the medical vehicle."

The man's expression didn't change, he just nodded in understanding.

"Then let's ignore him for now. After all, we are still partners..."

"...Also, I remember a Taoist priest died? A young man from the archaeological team became his disciple?"

The secretary nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, by questioning other members of the archaeological team, a young man named Yang Ping obtained a book similar to a secret manual. Do we need to ask him to hand it over?"

He glanced at his secretary with an inexplicable look and spoke in a flat tone.

"No need. Ask for their opinions and make photocopies. If they resist strongly, forget it. Focus on observing this young man and try to recruit him into the special operations team..."

"...Also, arrange for someone to monitor the injured archaeologists and isolate them immediately if any changes occur."

"Yes."

...

At this time, on the medical vehicle heading towards the city.

The small carriage was full of people.

The five members of the archaeological team and Li Qingfeng sat in a circle.

Among the crowd, there was an exquisitely crafted coffin, which was now open.

The dead Taoist priest was lying inside, but he had changed into a new Taoist robe and had put on makeup on his face.

It concealed his pale face and made him look peaceful and calm.

The makeup artist has great skills, and now it looks like the old Taoist priest is asleep.

No one in the carriage was in the mood to chat, and the entire carriage fell into depressing silence.

Yang Ping held the old Taoist robe and stared blankly at his master's face in the coffin.

The scenes of the catacombs kept replaying in his mind. But just as he was half asleep, he was dazzled by a familiar light.

He looked up with some confusion and saw Jiang Shengping sitting opposite him.

He searched for a while, and finally fixed his eyes on the backpack the other person was holding in front of him.

Due to the previous attack by the Zombies, everyone's equipment was in tatters, and this backpack was no exception.

The light just now came from a hole at the bottom of a backpack.

"...Jiang Shengping...what's in your backpack?"

Jiang Shengping, who was still in a daze, was stunned when he heard the question, and then he understood what the other party was asking.

The whole person became a little nervous.

I tried hard to suppress the strangeness in my heart and put on a confused expression.

"Huh? What? These are just some equipment..."

Yang Ping didn't reply, but just stared at his eyes, and soon his gaze was avoided.

Yang Ping was obviously not stupid. The other party suddenly showed nervousness and panic, and it was obvious that there was something wrong with the backpack.

I felt an inexplicable urgency in my heart and reached out to grab the backpack.

"Let me see! I just saw something in your backpack!"

It was obviously impossible for Jiang Shengping to hand over the backpack, so the two of them began to struggle back and forth in the small carriage.

This sudden movement made everyone in the car look over.

Professor Gu looked puzzled.

"Shengping, the backpacks are all the same, so what's wrong with looking at them?"

At this time, he didn't know how to answer the old professor's question, and just kept saying let go.

At this time, the rest of the people also realized that Jiang Shengping's behavior was very problematic.

Li Qingfeng, who was sitting at the outermost edge, also narrowed his eyes and slowly placed his hand on the sword case behind him.

As the two men were arguing, the backpack that was snatched away made a sound of cloth tearing.

The backpack had already been torn to pieces by the Yin corpse, and now after being violently pulled by the two people, it could no longer hold on.

"Tear~"

Finally, with a tearing sound, it became a ball of rags.

Various instruments and measuring tools were scattered all over the floor.

Jiang Shengping was already standing there in despair.

However, because the other party suddenly let go, Yang Ping fell to the ground, but he turned over and got up the next moment.

He quickly rushed to the ground and searched among the debris.

Seeing Yang Ping's slightly crazy behavior, Li Qingfeng frowned with some worry.

"Friend Yang, you..."

"found it!!"

Yang Ping, who was still searching, suddenly stopped and shouted, startling everyone else.

Yang Ping slowly stood up, holding a wooden stake as thick as his forearm in his hand, and the top of the stake was orange-red.

It was the "eternal lamp" in the underground tomb!
Everyone saw the eternal lamp in Yang Ping's hand emitting bursts of bright orange light.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Shengping, who was squatting on the ground, terrified.

After a little thought, the reasons and context of everything that happened during this trip to the tomb became clear.

When they went down to the tomb, they found a tomb filled with eternal lamps.

Now that I think about it, it is most likely a magic weapon to suppress the corpses in the central pool.

As a result, Jiang Shengping moved the lampstand without permission and secretly put it into his backpack and took it away.

This caused the Yin corpse to escape, causing chaos in the tomb, and everyone was chased by the escaped Yin corpse.

Thinking about it this way, Xiong Laodao's death was almost entirely caused by him, and even all the dangers were caused by him...

At this time, everyone looked at Jiang Shengping again, and their eyes became complicated.

"Shengping...you...ah..."

Professor Gu wanted to say something with a complicated tone, but in the end he shook his head, sighed, and gave up.

Thanks to Laozishizheji for his many monthly tickets
Thanks to Zhongyuan Xiaoli for the monthly ticket

Thank you for the support of my book friends. I will go to write now.
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(End of this chapter)