Wang Jixuan watched the drone surveillance feed Peony had displayed, staring at the figure walking step by step toward the camp as countless thoughts churned through his mind.
A Blade Beast had actually come to negotiate.
The identity of Black Storm truly could not be used anymore.
The time he had blocked the breach at the bottom of Fortress No. 76, charged into the Young King Insect's nest, and taken down the immature General-Class Blade Beast had probably been exposed as well.
But...
"Peony, go wait outside the camp. Make it wait awhile—I still have some things to handle here."
"Uh, sir," Peony said, somewhat stunned. "This is on record! It's the first time a Blade Beast has ever actively sought communication with humans!"
"Negotiations need to follow an order too."
Wang Jixuan humphed.
"Go. Don't let it approach the military camp. Your combat strength should be enough to eliminate it directly. It's only a Mimic Blade Beast."
"Yes!"
Peony answered with great solemnity.
"At a moment of such civilizational and historical significance, Peony will definitely treat it with caution!"
She gave a proper military salute, then turned and rushed out of the medical tent.
"Old Zheng! Watch the door. Don't let anyone come close!"
"No problem!"
Wang Jixuan glanced at the Projection Screen a few times, shook his head, then lowered his gaze to the sleeping A-Class Psionicist. He pressed his palms together and began reciting Buddhist sutras, a ring of Buddhist light appearing behind his head.
The sutras were not recited for a kind deed;
They were only meant to deliver the heartless.
The second victim of Mahayana Buddhism was born today!
"A Mimic Blade Beast? It came to the edge of Fortress No. 82 on its own and said it wanted to talk to Black Storm?"