Chapter 358

Chapter 358: Broadcast

The subsequent events unfolded with remarkable simplicity. Initially, Lin Qingliu had to exert considerable mental effort to counter the feathered serpent’s attacks. However, with Ji Yongxing’s formidable assistance from over ten kilometers away, courtesy of his advancement, Lin Qingliu swiftly gained the upper hand, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Operation? What is operation?

It was akin to a mechanism monster receiving values haphazardly input by a planner. "Reproduction" instantly became the optimal countermeasure for the current predicament.

What to do about the scorching flames?

"Reproduction" of the extraordinary beasts’ most frequently used ability—"Cocoon."

Upon emerging from the cocoon, they could combat fire with fire and employ telekinesis against telekinesis.

Although it didn’t feel like a perfect replication, the abilities mastered by mycelium life were merely an analysis and imitation of the original powers.

This elucidates why the "feathered serpent" faltered after unleashing its lethal move.

It’s no surprise that the will of the mycelium struggled to comprehend Lin Qingliu’s existence; this individual could transition from being vulnerable to flames one moment to conjuring fireballs for a counterattack the next—

Is it any wonder that ordinary players can’t fathom a cheat?

After a series of routine maneuvers, Lin Qingliu, now transformed into "Arthur," observed Ji Yongxing, utterly exhausted, emerge from the chamber and collapse on the spot.

By all accounts, Ji Yongxing, having attained the Third Level, should not possess such a frail physical constitution. However, his abilities were not geared towards physical enhancement.

Moreover, the advancement had drained a significant portion of his stamina. Working continuously for over thirty-six hours without respite, including more than twelve hours of solo turret operation, had taken a tremendous toll on his energy.

Instinctively, Lin Qingliu wanted to approach and check on his follower but suddenly recalled that he was not in his larger state at the moment.

From this perspective, "Arthur" was humanity’s savior, the hero of this battle. Shouldn’t he personally offer solace to a warrior who had fought to the brink of exhaustion?

Thus, a golden-haired, charismatic man turned and strode towards where Ji Yongxing lay.

The exceedingly young researcher quickly shifted his gaze in that direction as well.

Ji Yongxing observed the approaching figure, sensing a distinct familiarity emanating from him.

Yet, his exceptional memory effortlessly confirmed that he had never encountered this person before, intensifying his curiosity, and their gazes no longer concealed anything.

The golden-haired man reached Ji Yongxing’s side, crouching down amidst numerous watching eyes to begin offering his humanitarian concern.

Lin Qingliu knew that this young man was perplexed by the sudden appearance of the person before him, so he exchanged a few brief words before proceeding to comfort the other exhausted soldiers nearby.

Having spent an extended period in the control room, Ji Yongxing couldn’t witness the scene above.

In reality, during the recently concluded battle, Lin Qingliu had flown over this battlefield multiple times.

His presence had naturally caught the attention of many soldiers, and seeing this gentle-faced, godlike figure half-squatting before them filled them with profound respect.

“Zzzz~”

Suddenly, a radio on the edge of the battlefield emitted a jarring electric noise.

It appeared to be caused by the signal source being adjusted.

Soon, the adjustment concluded, and a familiar female voice resonated:

“Just moments ago, humanity’s last bastion, Hope City, has triumphed over the most intense wave of beast tide in fifty years, securing ultimate victory.

“The perpetuation of humanity is Hope City’s mission, and the mission of every citizen…

“In the blood of the brave, countless heroes have risen from the battlefield, each of them…”

"Many of the soldiers stationed on the front lines witnessed the presence of such a ‘hero.’

"He not only repelled and killed the extraordinary beasts invading the outer city but also led the soldiers to reclaim dozens of wall sections and dismantled over a hundred staircases constructed by the extraordinary beasts. He is undoubtedly the hero of this battle.

"He is the powerful superpowered individual that the council members of Hope City have painstakingly cultivated over the past decade, a true embodiment of their dedication.

"The fallen shall be remembered, and the living must press on.

"Tomorrow, all residents of Hope City will enjoy a day off. At ten in the morning, the council members will personally bestow honors upon the battle hero, with large-scale projections and live broadcasts covering the event. The superpowered individuals and the city defense army, who have protected us all, will also be present to receive the highest honors.

"Finally, I wish everyone good health and the strength to contribute to the survival of humanity.

“Zzzz~”

As the broadcast concluded, the people on the wall stared blankly at the partially destroyed radio.

Such devices were not uncommon on the wall, but at that moment, it was the only surviving radio within hundreds of meters. As the broadcast continued, more and more soldiers gathered around.

They instinctively fell silent, listening intently to the broadcast, and only after the crackling sound that marked the end did they burst into animated discussions.

At that moment, Lin Qingliu was crouched in front of a soldier, and together they listened to the broadcast.

So that’s how it was; so that was the plan.

Lin Qingliu maintained a calm exterior while beginning to strategize his next moves in his mind. The other party was clearly aware of his calculations; how should he counterattack to honor their efforts?

The admiration in the soldier’s eyes was almost palpable:

"Are you, are you the hero mentioned in the broadcast?"

Lin Qingliu smiled and replied noncommittally,

“Perhaps.”

"Have you really met the council members?"

Lin Qingliu thought of Bordeaux, whose ring he had borrowed and returned:

"Yes, I have met them a few times."

His casual response was, in fact, a probe into the soldiers’ attitudes toward the council members.

On one side stood the high and mighty rulers, while on the other were the lives that could be lost at any moment.

How did these people view those enigmatic figures?

Sure enough, a murmur of astonishment spread through the crowd.

Regardless of whether what he said was true or false, his calm demeanor alone was enough to inspire considerable belief.

Suddenly, a younger soldier pushed his way forward, looking at Lin Qingliu with a hint of timidity as he asked,

“Excuse me, are the council members really as wise and powerful as the broadcast said?”

Lin Qingliu looked in surprise at this bold young man who dared to ask such a question.

Noticing that he seemed to be a few years younger than Wang Xiao, probably only seventeen or eighteen, Lin Qingliu wore a thoughtful expression:

“There will be a live broadcast tomorrow; everyone might as well go and take a look, and then the truth will reveal itself."