Chapter 112: The Beast of the Moon
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"If it's convenient, I'd like you to tell me where that training base is, or I can help you!"
"Forget it! It's late! ā
Perhaps to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, or perhaps to comply with the will of the state, Huang Fuqi refused. But Guan Zuo can see the pain behind this refusal.
"Like you said, obedience is a soldier's duty!"
Guan Zuo did not give up, but insisted on saying: "And I am not a soldier, so I don't need to follow the will of the country or the high-ranking officials in your mouth, I am just me, a free man!" ā
After speaking, Guan Zuo meaningfully locked his eyes on the man in front of him who looked gloomy because of the loss of his son. He was expecting, expecting exact information from the other party. He was worried, worried that the country had degenerated to the point where it did not allow the existence of freedom. Fortunately, the situation did not go in the direction that the official had feared.
Huang Fuqi took a deep look at Guan Zuo, and he learned something from Guan Zuo's words. For one, the official has made it clear that he refuses to join the Alien forces, and he calls himself a free man, which is exactly what he means. Second, he was very interested in the training base, although for unknown reasons. He is looking forward to the other party's exploration, because this is likely to be an opportunity for him to meet his son, but he is worried about the other party's exploration, because the other party is likely to repeat the mistakes of his predecessors and disappear for no reason. So after a moment of silence, he said that he hoped that Guan Zuo would think twice.
"I've decided!"
Guan Zuo doesn't have to think twice, or even say that he doesn't think about it. Xiang Wuji, a fifth-level king, doesn't need to say much. The strength of his body is a fourth-level spirit venerable, and the combat power of the phantom body is far beyond the body. On the whole, Guan Zuo is full of confidence in the so-called training base trip.
Huang Fuqi's dissuasion did not leave the slightest ripple in Guan Zuo's heart, so he told the address of the training base in desperation.
Guan Zuo looked at the departing figure of Lieutenant General Huangfu, and while thinking thoughtfully, his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the table.
"Nishiyama Cemetery in Kyoto City!!"
Guan Zuo muttered to himself about the location of the training base, and his eyes seemed to become deeper with his muttering. Although the purpose of his return here is only to find the 'flowers of the past'. But he wanted to know more about what his brother, Huangfu Tiantian, had experienced when he was a teenager.
Xiang Wuji didn't know Guan Zuo's thoughts, and when he saw that his eyes were deep, he didn't bother with words. Liberated and a little bored, he picked up a cigarette and lit it like an official! Then I took a big sip of it!
Feeling the tobacco entering his lungs and feeling the intoxication brought by the fragrance of nicotine, Xiang Wuji became obsessed with this thing called cigarettes the moment he came into contact. He took a big breath again, and in the mist, the heart that was confused by freedom seemed to have found the fulcrum to move forward again.
"Hiss, hoo, !!"
Very rhythmic inhalation and exhalation, although slight, but like a magic sound into the brain, became the only one in Guan Zuo's thoughts. His mind was pulled back to reality by this strange voice. But when he saw Xiang Wuji, who was swallowing clouds and fog with three cigarettes in his mouth, he couldn't help but show a surprised and strange look.
Imagine what kind of picture it is like to be a ruthless, murderous spirit master known as a blood slaughter, a peerless powerhouse who has reached the king level of cultivation, with three cigarettes in his mouth, and is extremely eager to swallow the smoke like an addict.
Maybe he was too fascinated by it, but Guan Zuo accidentally choked on his own saliva and began to cough violently again.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xiang Wuji looked at Guan Zuo who was leaning forward and leaning back in confusion due to coughing. He clearly remembered that the first time Guan Zuo coughed was because of smoking, but why this time? Perhaps he deeply felt the fragrance of tobacco, but he didn't know how strange he was at this time.
"It's okay! It's okay! ā
Guan Zuo couldn't help coughing and waved his hands to show that he was fine! But just as he was about to advise him that smoking is bad for his health, he heard a loud and rapid siren. The alarm sounded along with the noise outside the door and the announcement of a woman inside the speaker.
"There is a moon beast in the third area, please prepare for the battle!!
"What is a moon beast? Does it exist like a wild beast? ā
When Guan Zuo speculated about the same problem, Xiang Wuji took the lead in raising questions.
"This!"
Guan Zuo is a little embarrassed and embarrassed! How did he know what this 'moon beast' was, and he didn't know who to ask. But at this moment, the appearance of a soldier just solved the embarrassment of the official.
Guan Zuo recognized this soldier, he was the same Zhao Tiezhu in the previous mecha! I saw that he was expecting Ai Ai, and walked up to Guan Zuo with a face full of embarrassment, hoping that Guan Zuo and Xiang Wuji, the two supernatural beings, could help them deal with those moon beasts. Of course, he only represents himself, on behalf of the front-line soldiers who are going to enter the battle, and has nothing to do with the upper echelons of the base.
Through Zhao Tiezhu's introduction, the officials also knew what this so-called moon beast was.
Moon Beast! As the name suggests, monsters on the moon! This explanation is a little superficial but appropriate. They are oddly shaped and tall, with the largest adult moon beast having three times the size of an adult elephant, with tough skin, and is not afraid of light thermal weapons, and only large-caliber guns combined with armor-piercing bullets can barely penetrate their invulnerable skin.
Listening to the soldier's explanation, Guan Zuo felt that this moon beast should be similar to the desolate beast, but he didn't know how many levels of strength they had. After making eye contact with Xiang Wuji, the two got up and followed the soldier's footsteps, walked through the rugged corridor, entered a room that resembled a command center, and stood in front of the large screen in the room. Looking at the image of the moon beast presented on the screen, Guan Zuo confirmed even more that this so-called moon beast was a type of desolate beast.
"Fourth-level desolate beast!"
This is the conclusion reached by the official.
Since Xiang Wuji's injuries had not healed, Guan Zuo decided to take action in person, on the one hand, to indirectly tell Huang Fuqi about his strength, and on the other hand, he was very interested in the Moon Beast's Inner Dan.
After passing through several access curfews and taking the elevator, Guan Zuo finally stood on the land of the moon again. He glanced up at the aqua-blue earth, and then fixed his gaze on the dusty spot not far ahead. The smoke and dust are divided into four parts, but it is not known whether it is four or four groups.
Stepping forward, Guan Zuo subconsciously pressed his hand to his waist, but when he pressed his hand on his waist, he realized that the wolf tooth had disappeared and he didn't know where it was left. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, this journey seems to have another goal.
Since the body he was using at this time was a black-haired phantom body, all Guan Zuo had to do now was to choose a phantom to possess, or summon several phantoms to assist him in battle. So as he walked forward, half of his consciousness sank into the phantom space with a flash of thought.
However, the moment his consciousness entered the phantom space, his steps suddenly stopped, as for the reason! Very simple! Because he was completely shocked by the sight of the phantom space in front of him.