Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 389 - 187 The Effects Beyond the Daoist’s Expectations_3

Chapter 389: Chapter 187 The Effects Beyond the Daoist’s Expectations_3

"Put the Mechanical Body Army on full combat readiness."

"On a personal note, I’m issuing a request to the three Commanders of the Space Fortress: for the next half month, should a large number of Blade Beasts gather on the outskirts of D5, please do not hesitate to use nuclear bombs."

"The coming period is critical for us—it’s tied to the number of Horror Mecha pilots."

"Yes!"

"What’s Wang Zheng doing?"

"Commander, Scholar Wang Zheng is visiting Fortress 76 with Shen Qionglin and two Spiritual Ability Users. It seems he’s trying to recruit them. The last update we received was that they went underground to research the mysterious glowing crystals left behind by the Blade Beast Nest. The latest news is... er, singing K?"

"Hmm?" Fu Jian turned and glared at the middle-aged man behind him, "In such a tense state of affairs, what’s he doing? Be more specific!"

The officer said weakly, "They’re using a projection screen to play some songs and videos, with participants holding mics and howling or singing... an illegal entertainment activity."

Fu Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

For a moment, he felt a bit dizzy.

This kid!

Really!

But then again, doesn’t he take this peculiar pill seriously at all?

Fu Jian lifted an eyebrow slightly and turned back to watch his old partner, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Spirit Cultivator civilization seems..."

Fu Jian swallowed the second half of the sentence.

They don’t seem so advanced, after all.

...

In the midst of the fierce drumming, Shaman, having had a bit to drink, and Wei Na, who had recently arrived, moderately lost their minds in the private room’s small dance floor.

It wasn’t so much dancing as it was jumping around.

On a row of sofas in the back.

Shen Qionglin was looking at a research report on an electronic screen, only finding it a bit noisy here;

Wang Jixuan was staring at the ceiling, emptying his mind.

The Daoist was feeling a bit regretful; if he wanted to enjoy music, he could have just listened to a T.E.R compilation, no need to come here and suffer...

Zhou Zhengde and Tree Man Beta were holding two sandballs, meandering mechanically, cheering on the two sisters who were partying wildly.

Wang Jixuan covered his mouth and yawned.

Zhou Zhengde leaned in and muttered, "They’re urging me again on the other side, go make that kind of pill, Wang, Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, count it as owing you a hundred favors."

"Is it that urgent?"

Wang Jixuan muttered softly:

"Didn’t I take out three of them? Your grandfather likes to pay in installments; I learned from him."

"Whether they’re retired or active Second Generation, Third Generation Machines, most are not very stable, and there are some old veterans who might collapse at any moment. If we can cure them, we’ll instantly increase our combat power to match that of Level Spirit Ability Users!"

Zhou Zhengde could hardly contain his excitement:

"What’s more, they could pilot Horror Mechas when overloaded!

"That’s the most important!"

Wang Jixuan smiled, "I will go and refine them, don’t worry, I’ll need to get the raw materials from Beta, I just...’harvested’... cough, collected from Beta this morning, it’ll be at least evening before we can stimulate another round."

Zhou Zhengde’s gaze burned toward the Tree-man.

Wang Jixuan leisurely took a sip of his tea: "No need to rush things."

"How can I not rush, this is too important."

"Right, the last time I asked you to re-investigate the matter about Ye Zi in the Fortress, what was the outcome?"

"No results, nothing was found. Those in Lower City who could be asked about Ye Zi said she was a cute and quiet girl... this is exactly the problem."

"Hmm, no need to look any further, a waste of personnel. I’ll get rid of her with one stroke when I see her next."

Wang Jixuan casually summoned an industrial ice beer.

Shen Qionglin always disliked toasting in an academic manner.

But at that moment, she hurriedly put down her e-reader, picked up the beer to stand by, a somewhat stiff smile on her face, she drank in sync with Wang Jixuan.

She didn’t have the heart to clink glasses directly.

Suddenly, the Communicator in Wang Jixuan’s arms and the communicator on Zhou Zhengde’s wrist vibrated at the same time, two communication requests popped up simultaneously.

Wang Jixuan had a call from Lingtong, while Zhou Zhengde...

He felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, slapped himself on the cheek with a smack.

"Ah? No! My grandma!?"