RBCT Chapter 189 Heading to the Kunlun Secret Realm, Meeting Yu Xu
Chapter 189 Heading to the Kunlun Secret Realm, Meeting Yu Xu
Zhao Leiguang has a fiery temper.
Seeing Nezha poking Lu Yan's face with his fingers, Lu Yan's anger surged.
He doesn't care who the other party is.
My brother is lying there unconscious; how can I let someone treat him like a toy?
He rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and argue.
Xiao Qianyu reacted quickly and slapped him on the shoulder.
He didn't say anything.
Just a glance was given.
Zhao Leiguang stiffened his neck, his face turning red, and forced back the swear words that were about to slip out of his mouth.
What's the use of getting angry now?
If it really came down to a fight, ten of him wouldn't be enough to defeat this boy who rides on fire wheels.
Saving lives is the most important thing.
The sound of the helicopter rotors subsided.
Outside was a completely enclosed secret military airfield on the outskirts of Beijing.
The specially designed shock-absorbing landing gear makes a steady contact with the ground.
The hatch slid open.
A row of high-ranking military officers, each carrying a star of a general, stood outside.
After Li Lao left, the military headquarters was taken over by several familiar veteran generals.
They received a briefing from the front lines.
The plan was to welcome these triumphant heroes with the highest level of ceremony.
Even the military band was waiting in the back.
The first thing they saw was Lu Yan being carefully carried down by several people.
His face was ashen, and he was unconscious.
They followed closely behind.
He was a tall man wearing tattered silver armor.
There was also a teenager riding on two wheels that emitted black flames.
The generals outside, who were used to seeing all sorts of storms, were all stunned.
That imposing aura couldn't be faked.
No self-introduction is required.
Living ancient Chinese gods.
They just stood there, completely uninhibited, on the modern airport runway.
Several senior executives snapped out of their daze and jogged over to greet them.
Some people's palms were sweating.
"You two... Ancestors?" an old general with gray hair tentatively asked.
Yang Jian stopped and waved his hand.
"Don't give me that platitude."
He looked around at the steel and concrete buildings and frowned.
"It's too stuffy inside this metal box, I can't stand it."
The old general reacted quickly.
"If the True Lord is not used to it, the country can immediately allocate a piece of land for him."
"We'll mobilize our infrastructure engineering troops and build you the highest-standard dojo in all of China within half a month!"
Frankly speaking, given China's current infrastructure development speed...
Let alone a temple.
A city can rise from the ground in just a few months.
Yang Jian scoffed after hearing this.
"If incense offerings could be made from steel and cement, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have fallen apart back then."
He looked up at the foggy sky.
Thick clouds blocked the sun.
"Faith must spring from the depths of one's heart; it cannot be begged for."
"My soul has been separated from my body for too long, so my constitution is very weak."
"I have to go there myself, find a quiet place, and gather up all the scattered incense sticks."
The old general did not dare to force him to stay.
Someone of their caliber can leave on their own; who can stop them?
Yang Jian turned to leave.
He had just taken a step when he stopped again.
He turned his head and looked at the eastern horizon.
Just a heads-up.
His voice was very low, and it reached everyone's ears precisely.
"Something dirty has crawled out from Japan."
The higher-ups looked at each other in bewilderment.
Didn't Japan already become a wasteland due to several underwater riots?
"He's a false god, and his methods are very wicked."
Yang Jian patted the broken breastplate.
It made a dull, metallic clanging sound.
"That thing survives by eating people's souls."
"It's eating too much; it's almost out of control."
"The power system is a mess. If you run into it, don't try to fight it head-on."
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A cloud of mist rose from beneath Yang Jian's feet.
The figure rose from the ground and disappeared into the clouds.
The rest of the people turned their attention to Nezha.
The little devil was picking at his ear, looking around at the airport tarmac.
Those advanced fighter jets probably looked like large iron birds to him.
"That thing."
Nezha casually asked Zhao Leiguang.
"That thing you guys were talking about underwater, the one called hot pot."
"And that fizzy black liquid, is it cola?"
Where can I buy it?
Zhao Leiguang was stumped by the question.
"Ancestor, where are we going to get you a hot pot in this desolate wilderness?"
"Why don't you come to the city with me? I'll treat you to the best restaurant."
Nezha pursed his lips.
"Boring."
He tucked the fire-tipped spear into his back.
"I'll find a lively place and wander around by myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two wheels under his feet burst into flames.
The heatwave forced people around to back away.
"If a fight breaks out, remember to let me know."
Before the words were even finished...
The person had turned into a black and red fire meteor.
With its long tail trailing behind it, it flew out of the base's perimeter wall.
A group of high-ranking officials, their shoulders covered in stars, were left bewildered in the wind.
The two ancestors passed away decisively.
The crisis warning was indeed effectively implemented.
The false gods of Japan devour souls.
These eight words were like several mountains, pressing down on the spines of everyone present.
"Send Comrade Lu Yan to the General Hospital's medical center first!" the old general ordered.
Xiao Qianyu stepped forward and stood in front of the stretcher.
"You can't go to the medical center."
She repeated exactly what Nezha had said on the plane.
His consciousness was damaged.
Modern medical instruments cannot detect the problem.
Even if you gathered all the attending physicians in the country together, it wouldn't make a difference.
We need to go to Kunlun to find the old Taoist Yuxu.
The old general was a straightforward man.
"Mobilize 'Kunpeng'!"
He turned and gave instructions to the duty squad.
"Highest priority route, full speed ahead to Kunlun Mountains!"
Ten minutes later.
The streamlined, supersonic stealth transport aircraft, Kunpeng, launches from the runway.
It pierces directly into the stratosphere at high altitude.
The cabin is very spacious.
The entire first team sat around Lu Yan's designated bed.
The monitoring instruments beeped and ticked.
The above showed that his physical signs were surprisingly good.
Heartbeat is strong, blood pressure is normal.
But the person just wouldn't wake up, like a wooden stake.
Xiao Qianyu leaned against the cold metal bulkhead.
Looking out the window at the clouds rushing by.
My palms were a little sweaty.
There's no denying that ever since I put on this divine outfit, I've been dominating the White Eagle Ace.
She had never felt this anxious before.
Lu Yan had always been at the very back of the group.
No matter how ferocious the monster on the other side is, or how high and mighty the Western false god is.
She dared to charge into the densest horde of monsters with a gun in hand.
Because we have the confidence.
As long as that man is around, he can give you a good idea even if the sky falls.
Even exploiting loopholes in the rules can lead to defeating the opponent.
Now, the backbone has fallen.
Yang Jian and Nezha, these two trump cards capable of overturning the table, have both gone off to fly solo.
There's another monster lurking in the shadows over Japan, its appetite unknown.
Xiao Qianyu lowered her head and looked at the Dragon King Battle Halberd in her hand.
The cold glint of the blade was dazzling.
But she found herself feeling less at ease.
This top-tier equipment alone won't solve the trouble ahead.
Without Lu Yan to deconstruct the rules and discover the outrageous uses of those useless terms, there would be no way to achieve anything.
Even they were quite vulnerable in the face of those higher-dimensional beings beyond their comprehension.
What exactly is that false god from Japan?
Devouring souls.
This method is completely outside the scope of conventional physical and magical defense.
If Lu Yan doesn't wake up.
If we really run into this again, who will take the fall?
Zhao Leiguang sat opposite him, wiping his Earth Pulse Double Shields with a rag.
The rag was rubbed back and forth on the surface of the shield, making a harsh rubbing sound.
He was also feeling irritable.
He always boasts that he's a dump truck, capable of smashing everything.
But faced with this situation where he had no idea where to start, he was at a loss.
Lin Chuxue bit her nails and stared at Lu Yan's face.
Wen Yue sat silently in the corner, clutching the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow.
But consider it just a psychological comfort.
Shen Xinglin stood motionless by the cabin door, on guard duty.
Everyone hoped Lu Yan would get better, but now...