King Thunder stood in the hall of the headquarters, looking at the map hanging on the wall. The forces of the Blood Alliance were marked with red circles.
The think tank was whispering among themselves to study tactics, and more than a dozen operators were in constant contact with the front line.
So far, the fighting situation has been ideal. The raid was launched at 2:30 in the morning, and it is now 5 in the morning. In the past three hours, six forces of the Blood Alliance have been wiped out.
There are no super-class forces among them. Super-class forces are not that easy to destroy, but it is not difficult to resolve the battle before dawn. You know, in this battle that swept the entire country from north to south, all the existing Baozawa Yagami were dispatched.
This is thanks to Baoze's monitoring. Enough and hidden manpower is deployed on the periphery of each force to secretly monitor the enemy's every move.
This is the advantage of the official organization. Even if certain forces clean up nearby surveillance personnel, the drones in the sky, nearby surveillance, etc. are all Baoze's eyes.
Baoze also took measures to cut off power and water to several original Taoist Buddhist sects in the Blood Alliance.
The enemy is right under our noses. I know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. In addition, it was a surprise attack, catching the opponent by surprise.
Of course, Baoze also suffered a lot of casualties. The troops besieging the Quanzhen sect were almost wiped out. They misjudged the situation. After a round of fire bombing, they all rushed into the ruins to clean up the battlefield.
But the Quanzhen Taoist priests hid in the underground palace and escaped the bombing of mortars and armored missiles. They emerged from all directions and killed Baoze's troops by surprise.
Only one-third of the employees who escaped were standing guard outside the Quanzhen sect, waiting for the support team to arrive.
Overall casualties were within a tolerable range.
The chief of the think tank coughed: "His Majesty, if nothing unexpected happens, the Blood Alliance can be annihilated before dawn. The price we pay will not be too high, and it will not even be as heavy as the civil unrest a month ago."
"This is a good thing, but you don't seem happy." King Thunder and Lightning looked at him.
"Because it's too easy..." The chief sighed, "Although it's a bit cheap to say this, the victory that is too easy makes people feel uneasy."
King Thunder and Lightning frowned.
"You mean they have other options?"
"I don't know, but we have conducted investigations in various sects and families in the past few days, and no lurking ancient demon forces have been found. Theoretically speaking, this battle is 100% sure." The chief replied: "But Dharma King, don't you think it's too simple? .”
King Thunder and Lightning nodded.
Although Baoze has the advantage of the official organization, it closely monitors the forces of the Blood Alliance and has sufficient arrangements. Victory seemed natural.
But the opponent is the master, are they really so easy to deal with
"From now on, let the frontline employees report the situation every ten minutes. The peripheral reserve team will do patrol work, and will not let anyone leave or approach the battlefield. Blackout the area where the sect and the blood family are located, Disconnect the network."
"Strengthen the supervision of neutral forces. Count their numbers every hour. If more than ten people are absent, the family members of those ten people will be shot. If more than twenty people are absent, direct fire bombing will be carried out."
After King Thunder and Lightning gave the order, he paused and asked, "Is there anything else you want to add?"
Think Tank shook his head.
In addition to the frontal battlefield, Baoze also strictly monitored the neutral forces to prevent the "secret" 25 boys among them. At the same time, confidentiality measures were taken to protect the surrounding area.
Cut off the internet and power, and try to hide the smoke from public view.
Fortunately, except for a few blood descendant families, all the sects and sects have their bases in Dongtian Paradise, and there will be no tourists at night.
The purpose of reporting the situation every ten minutes is to prevent the situation where the master takes action and destroys the group, but Baoze fails to respond in time.
But what is surprising is that the master seems to have no intention of taking action, and has adopted a cold-looking attitude towards the forces that are trying to win over him. Doesn't care about their survival.
Of course, it is still early to draw this conclusion, because the Blood Alliance has not been annihilated, and no one can guarantee that the Overlord will not use force later to reverse the situation.
... ...
Shingon sect.
The continuous mountains stand silently in the dark night, with star-like lights dotting the tops and mountainside.
At the foot of the mountain, a faint firelight lit up, and along the steps, they moved towards the top of the mountain like a snail.
The Buddha head holding a lantern slowly climbed the mountain, and beside him was Baker Richardson, who was wearing a windbreaker and had his blond hair slicked back into a slicked back.
"Is it necessary?" Baker Richardson said.
He wanted to say that there was no need for the Buddha's head to carry a lantern to climb the mountain, nor to clean the door himself. The war has already started, and the Shingon Sect naturally has Baoze responsible for clearing it out, and there is no need for him, a Buddhist boss, to come forward personally.
"Baoze does Baoze's work, and I do my own thing." Buddha's head smiled and said in a gentle tone: "It is not easy to capture the Shingon Sect. If you can reduce the number of people killed, it is a great merit."
"If you don't have a flashlight, I can lend it to you." President Baker said. He glanced at the pheasant sword carried by the Buddha's head on his back. It was set in a black sheath and restrained its cold glow.
"Holding a lantern is more in line with my temperament." Buddha Tou rejected his kindness.
Is this... showing off style
Although the president from America is proficient in Chinese, the word pretentious is not in his vocabulary.
The two walked for a while, and Richardson suddenly asked: "Buddha Tou, if you had tried your best back then, who would have lost and who would have won?"
He saw the Buddha's head smiling and was about to speak, so he quickly added: "Monks don't lie."
Buddha thought for a moment, "Eleven years ago happened, so what's the point of repeating the same old tune? We should look to the present and look to the future."
Baker Richardson frowned, showing unwillingness. Buddha Tou did not answer directly, but already told him the answer.
"What now?" Richardson asked again.
At that time, he had just mastered the ultimate secret skill, but now ten years later, the growth rate of his energy, superpowers, and ultimate secret skill were all the same. On the other hand, Buddha Head is already over ninety years old, and it is inevitable that his energy and blood will decline.
Buddha's head was silent and did not answer.
Oh, what am I competing with an old man about? Although we are in the same realm, we are not of the same generation. Among my contemporaries, I am undoubtedly invincible.
The mountain is steep, and the night wind brings the smell of mountain haze. The two walked for more than half an hour, and finally arrived at the gate of the Shingon Sect. The street lamps on both sides of the steps shed orange light. The first hall inside the gate is the Medicine Master. .
It was quiet all around, with no monks guarding the door or patrolling.
After passing through the Medicine Master's Hall and continuing up the steps, Baker Richardson looked around and frowned: "Something's wrong. There's not even a single person in such a big temple?"
While surging his spiritual power, he sniffed the smell in the air. He neither caught a living person nor smelled the smell of blood.
Buddha Head sighed: "There is no one here. People are naturally at the top of the mountain. They are waiting for us."
"Discovered?" Baker Richardson frowned.
"Among the forces that have broken away from Buddhism, there are only two super powers, Shingon Sect and Ritshan Temple. It is normal to have corresponding precautions." The Buddha glanced at him sideways: "Contact the people in Baoze and ask if the Shingon Sect has withdrawn in advance. .”
"No need to ask, just go to the top of the mountain to see what's going on." Baker Richardson felt that Buddha Tou regarded him as his younger brother, so he kept his head on the mountain with a cold face.
After a while, the Mahavira Palace appeared in sight, and they boarded the large platform outside the palace. There was a huge incense burner in the center of the platform, facing the open door of the palace.
Looking through the palace door, a tall figure stands with his hands behind his back, his back to the palace door, and his face to the Buddha.
As if aware of the approach of the two extreme masters, it turned around, its red eyes immediately brightening: "Buddha Tou, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Amitabha, the poor monk has been looking for you for a long time." The Buddha chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and threw the paper lantern into the incense burner.
The bright fire light lit up, and the Buddha's head and face reflected a touch of red.
"Put down the Grass Pheasant Sword and go back to your Lianghua Temple. You can still live a good life. Otherwise, I will kill you today and destroy Lianghua Temple tomorrow." The young master couldn't distinguish the male and female voices in the darkness. Listening to Both eerie and scary.
"Before the donor dragged my Buddhist monk into the water, did he ever think about giving face to the poor monk?" The Buddha's head glanced past the young master and fell on the tall and compassionate Buddha statue wrapped in gold: "If you want the Grass Pheasant Sword, then whatever Here comes the poor monk. Don't destroy the pure place of Buddhism."
With that said, he turned to leave.
The young master sneered, raised his right arm, and suddenly made a fist.
boom!
The Buddha's head exploded, and his body was covered with cracks. The cracks spread rapidly, and the nearly ten-meter-high Buddha statue collapsed inch by inch.
The young master laughed and said: "Buddhism is a pure place, this is no longer the case."
Buddha's head paused.
"Amitabha."
Amidst the deep sound of the Buddha's chant, the Buddha's head turned around suddenly, his cassocks cheered, and he clapped his hands.
The golden light between heaven and earth suddenly lit up, and the golden palm was pushed out. At first it was the size of a normal palm, and with every foot it was pushed out, it became one foot taller. When approaching the Mahavira Hall, the Buddha's palm was more than ten feet tall.
The Mahavira Palace shattered like paper, the Buddha's palms exploded, and turned into pure Qi that swept everywhere. The ground was torn, strong winds blew on the top of the mountain, and the woods shook, making a shrill cry of "whirring".
This... Baker Richardson was taken aback. Was the Buddha head blinded by anger, or was he so powerful that he was not afraid of squandering
Is this how fights are fought
(End of chapter)