Chapter 43 Suppression
Zhang Huaiyi held a mobile phone in his hand and broadcast the entire scene in front of him to the audience. The bloody appearance of the Taoist believers, the pain of losing their voices, and the bloody spinal sword in their hands were all seen by people across the country.
The people were speechless for a moment, and Zhang Huaiyi also stood there in a daze.
After a long time, Zhang Huaiyi finally understood:
"Is that the reason?"
"I've wondered before why, after being replaced, they never attacked anyone, only persuading them. I thought they didn't kill simply to deceive people, but it turns out it's because... they were always thinking about others."
"They always thought they were human, and that persuading others to cultivate immortality was a good deed. However, they never imagined that good intentions could lead to bad consequences, and good deeds could lead to the death of others."
"They were never ghosts, they were just puppets. The real ghost is the invisible Taoist immortal. It is he who fools people."
"sad."
"But that's precisely why we have to fight and resist."
"Comrades, my live broadcast is over."
"We should go rescue them."
Rescue the people who are being hunted by the Taoist immortals , and liberate the puppets who are being fooled by the Taoist immortals.
Zhang Huaiyi turned off the live broadcast, then rummaged through Qiao Yuan's room and found a long knife.
This is Qiao Yuan’s last relic. With Qiao Yuan’s relic, Zhang Huaiyi is going to go further.
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“Run, run!!”
"Everyone, please flee behind us and take temporary refuge in the underground passage. Don't panic, maintain order, and avoid a stampede..."
"Everyone, please flee behind us..."
Amid the monotonous escape of the people, the sound of the horn attracted the attention of the scattered crowd. A group of retrogrades dressed in sophisticated equipment appeared in the crowd. This was an armored company, riding on tanks, carrying guns and explosion-proof shields, and rushing to the battlefield in an orderly manner. The commander stood on the tank, looking solemnly at the fleeing people and the corpses on the ground.
When the war broke out, they were the armored company that responded the fastest. Thanks to their excellent training in peacetime, they were also one of the best troops in the city, which allowed them to be deployed so quickly.
At this moment, their appearance became an escape direction, and the massacred people finally found a place to go, and they hid in the underground passages.
The commander evacuated the crowd. As the last few people fled, only three or five Taoist monks holding spine swords were left. They chased after the people in a daze, saying:
"I am real, I am real..."
The strange scene before him made the commander's scalp tingle. If he really thought he was a human, then was he a human or a ghost?
He shook his head and stopped thinking about this somewhat philosophical idea. He still had confidence in the Taoist immortal in front of him, and he knew that there would be nuclear peace under the bombs.
Of course, he was not blindly confident, but this was different from normal training.
This is a confrontation between practitioners and soldiers.
There was no need for negotiation. This was a life-and-death struggle. Killing them would also help them escape. Therefore, the initiative meant victory. Without hesitation, the commander ordered:
"shooting!!"
The soldiers with high combat readiness opened fire instantly, and the monks sensed the danger and all their flying swords crawled towards the soldiers! They shouted:
"I am a human being, I am a human being!! Why are you killing me?!"
The bullet and the flying sword crossed each other, and the bullet hit the flying sword. After the flying sword shook slightly, it still flew towards the soldiers!
There were also a large number of bullets flying towards the monks, so densely packed that there was nowhere to hide!
"defense!"
At the last moment when the flying swords arrived, the soldiers in the front row raised their shields in unison, and the flying swords pierced into the explosion-proof shields and penetrated them directly. Many sword arrows were even only a few millimeters away from the soldiers!
The soldiers in the front row were breathing heavily, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.
On the other side, the bullet hit the practitioner's body, directly shot through! !
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The sniper bullet from the high-rise building hit a monk's head, and it exploded like a watermelon being hit.
“Pah.”
Compared to their superb attacks, their bodies seemed as fragile as those of ordinary people. They were easily broken and fell to the ground like rags, lifeless.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and no one dared to relax. However, the monk in front of them was completely motionless, which made people wonder:
"Did he kill her?"
Seeing that the monk in front of him seemed to be motionless, the commander thought carefully, waved his hand, and announced:
"Hold the shield and move forward!"
He wanted to get closer to see what was going on.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
The soldiers approached gradually with serious eyes.
"Buzz buzz buzz."
Suddenly, the sword lying on the ground began to fly.
“Stop!”
The monks' swords hummed, and fear suddenly appeared in their lifeless eyes. Then, their bodies began to regenerate, but they did not grow into their original appearance... The broken hands grew into claws, the shattered heads grew tumors, the broken thighs twisted and stretched, and the damaged throats grew eyes.
They looked at themselves, then at each other, and said with trembling voices:
"Why didn't we die?"
"Aren't we supposed to die? We are human beings. Humans can't withstand artillery shells. Humans deserve to die!"
"This is all an illusion. I am the real one, and you are all fake!"
The sword danced again, even more fiercely, rushing towards them! !
Everyone's eyes flashed with solemnity. They were not dead! The commander no longer hesitated and shouted again:
“Shoot, shoot!!”
The intricate interweaving of guns and swords shattered their bodies once again. They fell down, but got up again, fell down, and got up again. The fear in their pupils became stronger, and their despair became stronger.
The commander frowned. Although they were still recovering, he felt that their recovery was getting slower and slower, and the limbs that grew out were becoming more and more strange, like cancer cells, growing completely irregularly.
This is immortality, but also a curse.
Although their recovery speed is getting slower and slower, which means that enough attacks can kill them, time is also life. They must resolve the battle as soon as possible, rush to the next venue, and rescue other people in danger.
The commander changed his mind, and at the same time the tank turned its barrel, and warmth brewed inside the barrel.
"Ready, fire!"
"Bang!"
A huge roar exploded in front of the soldiers. Even though they were holding explosion-proof shields, they could still feel countless missiles exploding on the shields. The entire team retreated three steps.
A huge cloud of smoke rose up and then gradually faded away.
As expected, the effect of a cannonball was much better than that of a bullet. Their bodies were blown to pieces, leaving only their broken bodies lying in the gray fog with empty eyes.
It's a battle, but it's also an experiment.
The scene of the battle has extremely high reference value. The commander observed the scene in front of him and stared at this strange situation.
Recovery was like a car without a battery; their bodies could never recover from such horrific injuries, and it seemed to spell the end.
But the commander looked solemn.
Some pieces of flesh began to run, and a monster that could only barely be seen in human form gradually merged.
After a while, he began to breathe.
The commander was stunned. Although the five corpses had lost their ability to heal individually, when they were gathered together, their healing abilities were superimposed.
But what was even more despairing than the commander was the corpse lying on the ground.
His chest suddenly began to heave, and then he moved something that could not be called a finger, and then the only huge eye on his face surged, he looked at the front, and then looked at himself.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha."
"I've broken through again, I've broken through again!"
"But why did I become like this... This must be an illusion, this is an illusion, that's right!"
"Just don't look at it, just don't look at it!"
And in front of the army, they watched this scene with their own eyes——
He tore off his own eye and howled in pain, but the eye quickly healed, so he tore it off again, and it healed again, and he tore it off again, and it healed again, and he tore it off again.
Back and forth, in this cycle...
