Blood-Red Bones Walking the Wasteland

He could clearly sense that

From the void, a powerful force descended, forcibly bestowing itself upon him and upon the Buddha's image.

It forcefully elevated the Dharma form from the level of the Great Principles to the level of the Primordial Principles!

At the Innate Great Realm, a casual strike can annihilate a hundred miles away.

At this very moment.

Among the thirty-six spaceships, the West Cultist felt their scalps tingle, and even two or three high-ranking High Envoy were horrified!

"What kind of Dharma form is this?!" One of the High Envoy gasped, his expression one of shock. Chen Qiusheng's power far exceeded expectations!

The incomplete image of the Buddha looked at the thirty-six spaceships.

"Kill."

When the Dharma Master spoke, his solemn voice covered a large part of Chongyang City.

Chen Qiusheng discovered that the Dharma Image was out of control, and issued Imperial Decree throughout the entire Chongyang City!

The heavens have unleashed murderous intent!

The next instant.

An aged figure blocked the path of the spaceship. The old man, enduring the murderous intent of heaven and earth, coughed up blood, his body cracking, and his expression was one of shock.

"Chen Qiusheng! What kind of Evil Method do you practice? Which Evil God has favored you to possess such abilities!"

Chen Qiusheng stared blankly at Hu Zhongli, who looked like he was about to die.

Ha?

He finally realized it at that moment.

That kind of power forcibly added to Movement Method.

It was none other than this old man.

No?

Wait a minute...?

Chen Qiusheng was truly dumbfounded.

He saw Hu Zhongli's gaze begin to glaze over, and he let out a roar that echoed throughout Chongyang City:

"Even if it costs me my life, I will never allow cultists like you to act with impunity!"

Chen Qiusheng looked at Hu Zhongli, who was on the verge of death, and saw blood flowing down his face. He noticed that one drop of blood landed right on his own image.

He saw his own Buddha-like image pierced by that drop of blood.

The Dharma image is cracked.

Chen Qiusheng fell silent.

Hu Zhongli was also stunned for a moment, then wiped away the blood that had been forced from the corner of his mouth without changing his expression, and said in grief and indignation:

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"Having served as Golden Councilor, I am fully prepared to fight you evil bastards to the death!"

"Though I am old, I can still reach the pinnacle of enlightenment today!"

A brilliant light ignited on the 'dying' old man's body. He roared, he howled, he burned himself with the determination to die!

An aura of terror suddenly enveloped the entire city, and a radiant Rosy Clouds, thousands of meters in diameter, emanated from the old man.

He was bathed in Rosy Clouds, like a shooting star, and crashed into the enormous Dharma image!

'Wow!!'

Hu Zhongli deliberately turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood into the air. The blood evaporated into mist as soon as it left his body.

The image remained completely still.

The old man, who had caused a huge commotion and brought with him a hundred miles of Rosy Clouds, crashed into what seemed like a massive iron mountain, shattering the Rosy Clouds.

"So strong!"

The old man rolled his eyes and fell with a thud in front of Chen Qiusheng.

"You, you"

Chen Qiusheng trembled as he pointed a finger at Hu Zhongli, who lay unconscious before him; his lips were shaking.

He saw Hu Zhongli was 'unconscious,' raise his eyelids, stare at him for a moment, and then immediately close his eyes again.

Just that one glance.

Chen Qiusheng's expression changed drastically. His divine realm cracked violently, and his Dharma form dissipated. He appeared to be unharmed on the outside, but all four furnace fires within his body were extinguished, and his flesh, blood, and internal organs were shattered!

He was truly on the verge of death.

His legs went weak, and he was about to collapse when he saw a person jump down from the spaceship:

"I've come to save you!"

Old Ghost Chai helped the immobile Chen Qiusheng up, then leaped back onto the spaceship.

At the moment of soaring into the sky.

Chen Qiusheng glanced sideways with difficulty at his junior apprentice in the distance.

His junior apprentice smiled at him.

Why exactly?

Chen Qiusheng was puzzled, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The governor, his second junior brother, and even that Old Hu had broken through to the Innate Realm at some unknown time!

Why is everyone cooperating with Zhang Fusheng?

Who exactly is Zhang Fusheng?

He suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

Thirty-six spaceships changed direction, their engines roaring, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the wasteland outside the city.

All that remained was the police station, now reduced to rubble.

Far away.

Zhang Fusheng shoveled all the potato chips into his mouth, picked up the camera that had been sitting next to him for a while, and praised it highly:

"Tathagata Meditation is indeed the foremost of the four Visualization Method!"

"The Dharma form of the Tathagata!"

He exclaimed softly in amazement. Putting everything else aside, the Buddha's image, with one hand pointing to the sky and the other touching the ground, at least in appearance, was incredibly powerful.

Zhang Fusheng picked up his phone, made a call, and gave the order:

"Cult members have spread deep into the wilderness, and the crisis remains unresolved."

"Now, we announce to the outside world that Chen Qiusheng, the former Second Commander of the Military Headquarters, has defected with three Space-Air Fleet and 30,000 soldiers in collusion with a cult."

"Chongyang City has entered a state of high alert, all waterways have been cancelled, and no visitors will be accepted unless absolutely necessary."

"Furthermore, launch a city-wide cleanup operation to crack down on criminals, with a focus on sweeping the Lower-Level District —I want to see a peaceful and prosperous society."

He Gaozhuo's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Yes, Chief!"

Zhang Fusheng leisurely put down the phone, stretched, and said he had done everything he could.

This trick is easily exposed, as long as the governor himself comes.

But will he come?

He can't come.

He also had to be wary of the God of Plague, to prevent him from actually leaving Jiangzhou.

He turned around and stared at Lin Shiquan, whose expression was extremely ugly.

He asked with amusement:

"Investigator Lin, speaking of which..."

"Where is that Action Detachment?"

Lin Shiquan pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, pressed the buttons on his phone, and tried to call the Action Detachment.

But it was a long, busy signal.

Lin Shiquan's face paled slightly. He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, word by word:

"The Action Detachment is arriving soon. What exactly do you want?"

"Action Detachment".

Zhang Fusheng looked at him with a strange expression, walked over, and calmly asked:

"Our world, this planet, is just a series of giant bubbles."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"Does the Action Detachment have to go through the Waiting Area to get here?"

Sweat streamed down Lin Shiquan's forehead. The pressure from the Director-General of the General Administration was immense.

"So what if it is?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Zhang Fusheng simply shook his head:

"Nothing."

"But they probably won't be able to come."

Lin Shiquan's expression changed again, a sense of dread creeping into his heart. He saw the young man smiling and saying:

"Take the esteemed Inspector Lin away and keep a close watch on him."

Zhao Wenting, who had previously appeared to be on the verge of death, walked over, completely unharmed, and nodded with a radiant expression.

Lin Shiquan was taken away.

Golden City.

Lin Yusheng answered the phone, his brows furrowing:

"What do you mean you can't leave?"

A wry laugh came from the other end of the phone:

"Chief, our thirty action teams had just arrived at the Waiting Area when we were notified that we were temporarily prohibited from proceeding—it's said that Chongyang City has applied to close all waterways."

Lin Yusheng's expression darkened slightly:

"Chongyang City has closed its waterways, but you can still force your way through, can't you?"

On the other end of the phone, the action team leader hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"That's what they say, but the Waiting Area rejected our departure application."

'Bang!'

Lin Yusheng slammed his fist on the table:

"What is Hu Zhongli trying to do? Rebel?"

After uttering a couple of curses,

He took a deep breath and continued into the phone:

"I'll go and request a special order from the Governor-General. That scoundrel Hu Zhongli, humph!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yusheng frowned deeply.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Something seems off.

He shook his head, not giving it much thought, and instead made a phone call to the governor's office.

Meanwhile, in the Waiting Area.

Despite the firm stance of the Waiting Area authorities, the thirty spaceships slowly sailed out of the core area of Waiting Area and entered the wasteland to wait.

"I think Hu Zhongli is tired of living."

On the spaceship, thirty action team leaders gathered together, chatting casually.

Someone shook their head and said:

"Golden Councilor, the Federation Government did grant him this power, but doesn't he know what time it is?"

Another master laughed:

"Hasn't Hu Zhongli never been reinstated as a legislator? Is he still that lucky little Golden Councilor in the Waiting Area?"

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"Do you think it's possible that Hu Zhongli did this on purpose, using that kid to issue orders so that if anything goes wrong, he'll be held accountable?"

"Oh? Now that you mention it, you actually make a good point."

The action team leaders were all chatting and laughing, despite being inexplicably targeted and harassed by the Waiting Area staff.

But they weren't angry; instead, they were all thinking about what to do when they arrived in Chongyang City.

One of the action team leaders stroked his chin:

"Chongyang City is currently experiencing a large-scale riot, with an estimated number of rioters between 50,000 and 80,000. That's a bit low; if we divide it among our teams, we'll only have two or three thousand people."

The thirty masters looked at each other.

The Investigation Bureau operates on a merit-based system; the more rioters and cultists you eliminate, the more merits you earn.

Merit points are extremely important and can be exchanged for various items within the Investigation Bureau.

"How about the usual?"

A grandmaster calmly spoke:

"One becomes three, three becomes ten?"

"Eighty thousand rioters. I think it should be three hundred thousand more."

The masters exchanged glances and immediately reached an agreement.

If there aren't enough bandits, good citizens will fill the gap.

Inside the operations conference room, a harmonious atmosphere prevailed once again, with an operations team leader casually fiddling with the virtual sand table.

The sand table is constructed in real time based on the surrounding environment of the spacecraft.

He saw a tiny, moving dot on the virtual sandbox—meaning that there was a traveler in the wasteland not far from the Space-Air Fleet.

The grandmaster made a casual gesture.

The secondary guns were engaged and fired.

'Boom!!'

A massive fireball exploded on the distant, desolate land.

"One more point for merit," the grandmaster said with a grin, while the other team leaders chuckled and shook their heads.

"He was just passing by, and you turned him into a hero. Old Xu, if you ask me, it has to be you. You're utterly heartless!"

"What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?"

Old Xu argued vehemently:

"What good citizens and rioters? I think they're all potential cult members. What's wrong with me cracking down on cult members in advance for a better tomorrow and for the future of the Federation?"

The operations room was filled with laughter and curses once again.

"Wrong!"

Suddenly, the action team leader's voice became stern:

"Look at the sand table!"

All eyes turned to the projected virtual sand table.

On the sand table, miniature projections of thirty spaceships floated silently, while in the wasteland, within that fireball...

A tiny dot emerged.

"He's not dead??"

The grandmaster was shocked. Although it was a secondary cannon, if it hit, even the top Martial Arts Master lives!

"There's a problem!" A grandmaster's expression changed drastically as he pointed to the tiny, flashing red dot on the virtual sandbox.

The tiny red dot was moving faster and faster!

They're heading towards the Space-Air Fleet.

One of the action team leaders suddenly stood up, took a few steps to the porthole, and stared into it.

In the distance, across the desolate plains, a small figure is speeding along.

He left a long, huge trail of dust behind him, moving at an alarming speed!

That is...

The master rubbed his eyes and gazed intently at the small figure.

A chill ran down his spine, and he turned and roared:

"Immediately enter combat readiness!!"

One by one, the grandmasters walked to the porthole, gazing intently at that tiny figure.

With their sharp eyesight, they could see everything clearly!

Damn it!

It was a 'person' shrouded in a black robe, but the robe was torn open by the powerful wind pressure of the speeding object, revealing the bloody skeleton beneath!

Not human.

Not human!

He—no, it came for the fleet from the very beginning!!