With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 631 - 554: The Tiger Demon Is Slain, Chameleon Dragon Monks, What Is the Real Grand Harvest?
For them, whether spiritually or physically, it was an enormous test.
With the victory at hand, the taut strings suddenly loosened completely. ππΏπ²ππ°πππ§πππ²π₯.πππ
Their minds buzzed.
The feelings of bitterness, spiciness, and exhaustion surged in, wishing they could just collapse and sleep right there.
A young officer named Wang Mian, with his face covered in bloody camouflage,
leaned his hands on the big rock behind him and smiled at Meng Chuan, saying:
"Captain Meng, you donβt have to worry about your spoils of war. With me here, there wonβt be any mistakes."
Wang Mian knew that Meng Chuan was undoubtedly the one who slew the most demons in this campaign.
Far surpassing everyone else in the number of kills.
Military achievements are recorded uniformly with the [Military Merit Jade Talisman], no need to keep track oneself.
Besides, itβs not something that can be calculated at all...
But the Celestial Demonsβ True Spirit, core, and other materials,
will wait for the state to finish calculating the battle achievements, and then distribute them according to contributions by him.
The materials from the Great Demons had been already taken by Meng Chuan and his group.
As for the rest of the equipment on the Celestial Demons, there was no time to retrieve it; all were distributed uniformly after the battle.
Hearing this, he looked at the officer who didnβt look much older than himself, waved his hand, and smiled:
"Weβre comrades who went through life and death together, why say such things? Are you the quartermaster?"
"Yes, Deputy Director of Fengdeng City Ordnance Department, Wang Mian reporting to Captain Meng!"
He sat up with difficulty to salute, pulling at the wound under his arm, making him grin in pain.
Meng Chuan told him to lie down and not move, no need for formalities.
"Does even the quartermaster have to go to the front line to kill enemies?"
"Just trying to survive. When talent isnβt enough, resources make up for it, hahaha."
Meng Chuan shook his head with a smile, remembering this quartermaster named Wang Mian.
He had courage, he had spirit!
As Meng Chuan adjusted his breathing, a faint red mist rose from his body.
Looking at the mental panel, many fist skills had improved.
Among them, [Five Thunders Striking the Top] had made the most progress, seemingly not far from Limit Breaking, which lifted his spirits.
[Thunder Eye] would be his first high-level trait to break limits, and the anticipation was indeed maxed out.
Returning to his senses, he remembered this was a battlefield.
Details would have to wait for later to check.
"Cough cough..."
Meng Chuan coughed lightly, and thick smoke was expelled from his mouth like a thread.
It hit the ground, corroding a patch into charred dryness.
The modified throat expelled all the Demonic Qi inhaled earlier.
Seeing this, the quartermaster Wang Mian beside him was extremely envious.
"Captain Mengβs physique is truly extraordinary, to be able to expel Demonic Qi all by himself..."
When they returned, they would have to undergo a process resembling βgastric lavageβ.
This was a routine every time they came back from the Demon Nest.
Meng Chuan laughed briefly, this was one of the hidden benefits of body control, something others couldnβt envy.
While adjusting his breath, his ears twitched slightly, but there were no more sounds.
Gradually, the four monks led their respective officers back to the camp.
Declaring this Human-Demon battle completely over.
"Weβre back, letβs rest first, our work isnβt done yet."
The magic tide was quelled, but the national mission was not yet complete; it was not time to fully relax.
Meng Chuan took out water from his waist token and handed it to the others.
The four monks drank heartily, shouting in satisfaction.
"My throat is about to catch fire, thanks a lot."
Liao Chen gulped down two bottles of water, recovered a bit, and then said:
"What do you say, shall we start going deeper now?"
The goal of the five men was to explore the truth about the hidden Divine Temple within the Demon Nest.
Whether it was hunting Celestial Demons or eventually slaying Chi Li, it was incidental.
"Fat monk, do you still have the strength?"
Liao Qing heard and sat by, adjusting his breath.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan noticed that the originally dark red True Martial monk robe was now nearly black.
The demon blood thoroughly coated his robe, giving it an even deeper red paint.
Liao Chen shook his head and said:
"Not much strength left, but the Buddha is concerned about delaying progress."
Liao Hai, already exhausted and lying flat, mumbled while chewing food:
"The Celestial Demons ambushing was indeed unexpected, luckily Liao Chen called Donor Meng, otherwise, it might have gone awry."
"True, if not for Donor Mengβs might, who could stop that Tiger Demon?"
Liao Yuan exaggerated a bit, but it was also a fact.
Without Meng Chuan, the four of them individually would truly have had no way with the Tiger Demon.
Liao Chenβs brows relaxed, he laughed and said:
"Back then people said, whatβs the point of finding a second limit for the Buddha?!
Now theyβre all changing their tunes, Amitabha β Buddha is the Dragon Monk, you are all chameleon monks..."
"Stop speaking nonsense!"
"Demon Monk, donβt slander and speak recklessly in broad daylight!"
"Bold Liao Chen, dare to sow discord between me and Donor Meng, take my staff!"
At this moment, the crisis was lifted, and the three relaxed significantly.
Hearing Liao Chen reveal secrets, each was filled with indignation and couldnβt sit still...
Meng Chuan persuaded the men, then thought for a while, and spoke:
"There is no time limit for the mission; Chi Liβs magic tide hurt its vitality as well.
Thereβs no need to race against it, rest first, and when weβre physically and mentally recovered, we can go find the Divine Temple."
After a great battle, they were all more or less exhausted.
Forcing themselves to continue would not be the best tactic.
"Alright, letβs rest first."
"Sigh, the Buddha is also tired, time for a nap."
Meng Chuan saw everyone agree and continued:
"The Demon Nest has no distinction between day and night, letβs gather in eight hours.
Weβll discuss the next steps, then set off."
Although time wasnβt pressing, it couldnβt be dragged out too long.
After giving the order, Meng Chuan greeted a few familiar officers and sought out an empty spot to adjust his breath.
Some soldiers were seriously injured and were helped to leave the Demon Nest first.
Those willing to stay and continue cleaning up Celestial Demons were lightly injured.
Comrades with some medical knowledge helped treat them, giving them healing pills, and then they rested.
