PFC Chapter 441 The Day of Survival (Page 12)
Chapter 441 The Day of Survival (Page 12)
The Pamir Plateau is ravaged by wind and snow.
Baili Pangpang, holding up binoculars, gaped with an egg between his teeth: "Holy crap! That's Loki?! And Senior Lu too?!"
On the distant snowfield, the eerie green soul fire and the golden halberd light collided violently, the shockwaves hurling snow within a radius of a thousand meters into the air, where it instantly vaporized in the high temperature, forming a white fog.
An Qingyu's glasses reflected the data stream, his brows furrowed: "The energy readings have broken through the Klein level... They came from Kunlun Void."
"Where are Qi Ye and Brother Yun?" Baili Pangpang stamped his feet anxiously. "Could something have happened to them?"
Cao Yuan silently wiped the black knife and shook his head: "Hard to say."
Not far away, more than thirty new recruits were huddled in a makeshift ice cave, their faces pale.
They were originally conducting high-altitude survival training when they suddenly ran into a divine war!
"Instructor Shen!" A new recruit pointed tremblingly at the battlefield, "What...what kind of monster is that?!"
Shen Qingzhu pushed up her sunglasses and said coldly, "Shut up and lower your head."
He turned to look at Baili Pangpang and the other two, his voice low: "The most urgent task is to get these newbies out of here."
"Senior Kelu—"
“He won’t die,” Shen Qingzhu interrupted Baili Pangpang, “but if a new recruit is hit by the aftershocks, he’ll be vaporized instantly.”
As if to prove his words, a ghostly green soul fire deviated from the battlefield and flattened the snow-capped peak a hundred meters away!
Amidst the thunderous roar of the avalanche, An Qingyu quickly pulled out a topographical instrument: "There is an ice valley to the northeast where we can take refuge temporarily."
"The problem is... how do we get there?" Baili Pangpang pointed ahead—
The aftershocks of the battle had shattered the retreat route into fragments, and the snowfield was covered with crisscrossing deep fissures, the narrowest of which were at least ten meters wide.
“I brought a grappling hook,” Cao Yuan said, pulling an alloy rope from his backpack, “but it’s not long enough.”
"Useless." Shen Qingzhu suddenly took off her sunglasses, her pupils gleaming with silver light. "Air Floating Bridge."
"Om-!"
The shattered ice and rocks rose into the air, piecing together a precarious, narrow path above the abyss.
The new recruits were dumbfounded.
"Still standing there?" Shen Qingzhu snapped, "Get out of there!"
Just as the first batch of new recruits climbed to the center of the pontoon bridge, the roar of engines suddenly came from the horizon.
A helicopter painted with "Meituan Waimai" swooped down, and a girl wearing a rabbit-ear helmet poked her head out of the cabin door: "Need a Didi ride?"
Baili Pangpang: "...This actually works?!"
The girl threw down the rope ladder: "Captain Lu's VIP rescue service, scan the code to get in the car!"
"Was this arranged by Senior Lu?" An Qingyu keenly noticed the bullet holes on the fuselage. "You guys before..."
"Don't even mention it!" the girl cried, "It was just shot down by a black dragon, and the repair costs will be deducted from the road captain's salary!"
Just as everyone climbed onto the helicopter, a blinding aurora suddenly erupted from the distant battlefield.
"pay close attention--!"
The pilot jerked the control stick, and the helicopter climbed almost vertically.
Through the porthole, everyone saw—
Lu Wuwei's halberd pierced through Loki's soul, and the latter grinned as he crushed a blood-red rune!
"boom--!!!"
What exploded from the runes wasn't flames, but countless scarlet eyeballs! These eyeballs formed a phantom of Cthulhu in the air, and with just a single glance, the helicopter's instrument panel completely malfunctioned!
"We're going to crash!" the pilot screamed.
Shen Qingzhu ripped off her seatbelt and leaped to the hatch: "Air Buffer!"
The helicopter's descent speed decreased sharply, and it finally crashed into a snowdrift with a "bang".
The cabin was a mess.
Baili Pangpang climbed out of the takeout box and found that although the recruits' faces were covered in blood, they were all gripping their weapons tightly.
"Instructor..." a boy trembled as he raised a crossbow bolt, "Can we help?"
Shen Qingzhu was about to reprimand him when An Qingyu pressed down on his shoulder: "Data shows that once the fear threshold is exceeded, fighting is the best way to relieve it."
He took out thirty miniature earpieces and distributed them to the new recruits: "The tactical channel is connected. Your mission is—"
"As eyes."
The recruits were stunned.
“Use this.” An Qingyu tapped on the tablet, and a 3D map of the plateau instantly unfolded, with every energy fluctuation highlighted in red. “Send me the battlefield data in real time.”
Cao Yuan silently pulled out a spare crossbow bolt: "It has a range of three thousand meters, enough to be used as bait."
five minutes later.
The new recruits, scattered throughout the Ice Valley, continuously transmitted data from the battlefield back to the recruits.
"Northeast 27 degrees Celsius, wind speed 40, peak energy reading!"
"There is a spatial rift in the southwest!"
An Qingyu's glasses reflected a torrent of data as she suddenly looked up: "Senior Lu is luring Loki into a trap!"
He suddenly pointed to a spot on the ice wall: "Fatty! Bomb there!"
"Understood!" Baili Pangpang pulled out his electromagnetic cannon and shattered the ice wall with a single shot—
The exposed rock strata were covered with demon-suppressing runes from the Night Watch!
"This is... Seven Nights' work?!"
In the center of the battlefield, Lu Wuwei suddenly grinned: "Green-haired turtle, you've stepped on a landmine."
He stomped his foot on the ground, and the hidden Eternal Night Array suddenly lit up!
"Eternal Night - Devouring Gods!"
A jet-black blade of light burst forth from the ground, pinning Loki's soul in mid-air!
"You... you plotted against me?!" Amidst Loki's shrill scream, the portly Baili in the helicopter pressed the final button—
"Special delivery offer: Nine Nether Pepper Bomb, please sign for it!"
"boom--!!!"
The moment the chili cloud engulfed the soul, Lu Wuwei's voice rang in the earpieces of all the new recruits:
"Kids, remember to give a five-star review next time you order takeout!"
...
Kunlun Mountain, the Jade Pool Golden Palace.
Lin Qiye stood before the hall, looked up at the sky, and his pupils suddenly contracted—
The once still silhouette of time is now churning like boiling water!
"boom--!!!"
The majestic Sword Mountain trembled violently, and millions of ancient swords hummed simultaneously, their blades all pointing towards the sky!
"What's going on?!" Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon form instantly unfolded, its scales standing on end. "These swords... they're alive?!"
The next instant, the sword mountain shattered!
Countless ancient swords soared into the sky, like a reversed galaxy, weaving together into a sky-covering sword array within the clouds. The sword light rained down, illuminating the entire sky in a dazzling silver-white hue.
Amidst this rain of swords, a streak of purple light pierced the air and landed before the Golden Palace of Yaochi—
Wearing a purple robe and a jade crown, with starry eyes that flash like lightning, he was none other than the Ziwei Star Lord!
He knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty! A riot has broken out in the mist outside the Great Xia border. The Four Heavenly Kings and the Twenty-Eight Constellations are guarding the border to the death, and... half of them have already perished!"
Lin Qiye felt ice-cold all over.
March 9, 1920—this is the day recorded in history when the mist first invaded the world on a large scale!
"boom--!!!"
A thick, almost solid gray fog poured down, within which countless twisted shadows could be vaguely seen, each exuding a suffocating aura of pollution!
“They are the vanguard of Cthulhu…” Zhang Yun’s dragon eyes narrowed sharply, “Exactly the same as those recorded in modern archives!”
Before the gray fog, hundreds of divine figures stood in mid-air.
The broken sword of the Heavenly King of Growth was stuck in his shoulder, yet he still used his physical body to form a barrier.
The strings of the pipa of the Heavenly King Dhritarashtra were all broken, and his ten fingers, covered in blood and flesh, plucked a silent war melody.
The formation of the Twenty-Eight Constellations was already incomplete, yet not a single person retreated even half a step!
"The Azure Dragon of the East - Seven Constellations - Formation!"
"Shua——!!!"
Seven beams of starlight burst forth from their bodies, transforming into a fragmented phantom of a blue dragon, which resolutely crashed into the mist!
"No...don't!" Lin Qiye instinctively rushed forward, but was blocked by the barrier of time.
He could only watch helplessly—
The Azure Dragon crumbled inch by inch in the mist, and the bodies of the constellations cracked like porcelain, eventually dissipating into countless points of light!
"Western White Tiger—Top!"
Another barrier of starlight rose up, but it collapsed in less than three breaths in the fog.
Lin Qiye's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "They... are risking their lives to buy time!"
...
An Qingyu, Baili Pangpang, and the others outside were instantly astonished as they watched the countless immortals and gods fly out.
Baili Pangpang's mouth dropped open, and the electromagnetic cannon in his hand clattered to the snow. "Holy crap! So many Great Xia Gods..."
His voice was distorted with shock, and his chubby cheeks were trembling.
A dense array of figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars. Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, held his pagoda, Nezha rode on his Wind-Fire Wheels, and the Twenty-Eight Constellations marched in formation. Each of them was a renowned figure from mythology.
An Qingyu quickly pushed up his glasses, the data stream on the lenses flashing wildly. He squinted to observe carefully, then his pupils suddenly contracted:
"No! They're not real, they're phantoms!" His voice was unusually urgent as his fingers flew across the tablet, bringing up an energy analysis chart.
"The energy readings are abnormal. The spiritual energy fluctuations of these figures are completely consistent with those inside Kunlun Void. They are extensions of time silhouettes!"
Shen Qingzhu grabbed Baili Pangpang, who was about to rush out, her eyes behind her sunglasses sharp as knives: "Useless trash, look carefully before you move!"
His air domain had already quietly unfolded, protecting everyone within it. Cao Yuan silently gripped his black blade, the blade trembling slightly, as if sensing something.
"But..." Baili Pangpang pointed to the sky, his voice trembling, "Look at Nezha, he's smiling at me!"
Sure enough, the Third Prince in mid-air suddenly turned his head, winked in their direction, and even gave them a thumbs up.
An Qingyu frowned: "Impossible... How could the Time Silhouette..."
His analysis was suddenly interrupted when the tablet computer exploded with a "pop" and a burst of sparks.
"Damn it!" He hurriedly threw away the scalding hot equipment. "There's high-dimensional energy interference!"
Just then, the entire sky suddenly distorted for a moment.
The fleeting phantoms of immortals and gods flickered like an old-fashioned television with a poor signal, their forms sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
Most chillingly, their movements began to become disjointed—Li Jing's pagoda suddenly turned upside down, Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels rolled backward, and the constellations' formation was strangely reversed and rearranged.
"Time...is flowing backwards?" An Qingyu's voice was filled with disbelief. His fingertips flew across the spare tablet, bringing up a complex time flow analysis model. "No, it's not a simple reversal, it's...it's a time fold!"
As if to confirm his words, the phantom in the sky suddenly split into countless fragments.
One Nezha becomes three, Li Jing's pagoda appears simultaneously in seven directions, and the constellations' array refracts hundreds of overlapping images like a kaleidoscope.
The entire sky became a giant prism, endlessly copying, distorting, and recombining the figures of those gods and immortals.
"Holy crap..." Baili Pangpang plopped down on the ground, frantically shuffling backward. "What the hell is this thing?!"
Shen Qingzhu's sunglasses suddenly cracked open, and he abruptly pulled them off, revealing his rare silver-gray pupils:
"Everyone close your eyes!" His voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears. "That's not ordinary light and shadow pollution!"
But the warning came too late. Several recruits instinctively looked up at the sky, and the next second they let out a piercing scream.