death of hope

Chapter 1070 "Psionic Storm" (143) Hoping for a Miracle

"Maru Spicy..."

Upon hearing the radio message, the survivors became restless.
A tall, middle-aged man put down his weapon, knelt down, and wept bitterly.

"They're determined to wipe us out; we can't resist. Anyone who offends the company never ends well..."

"Samuel! You're over two meters tall, and you have no guts at all!" The old woman brandished her automatic pistol, spitting as she spoke.
"We're going to die anyway, so what's there to be afraid of! We can't forget those company dogs who locked us in cages and treated us like dogs!"

"Damn it! Let's fight him to the death!"

A few who were eager to fight echoed the old lady's tone, but most of them remained timid and silent.

Someone said weakly, "With our abilities... how could we possibly succeed..."

Li Ang looked around, scrutinizing the exhausted and ragged army:

They were of all shapes and sizes, men and women, young and old, mostly untrained civilians, some injured and others with mental problems. Although they were psychic, they did not know how to use their abilities, and their combat strength was not as good as that of armed slum gang thugs.

The monster's growl, the gunshots, and the explosions tormented them like death knells. Behind them, bio-monsters lurked menacingly, while in front, the corporate warriors formed an impenetrable defensive line.

Let alone Li Ang, an adult with rich military experience, even a child like Junxiong could see it:

For this "incredibly weak" team to think they can break through is practically asking for trouble.

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(On the other side, there is a modern command and control system, vehicles, heavy firepower, and well-trained corporate warriors. There is also Higashiyama Ruriko, who survived a one-on-one fight with the monster itself, who is in charge of the central army.)

And what do we have? A burning passion...? Perhaps... a miracle?

Looking at Yuna, unconscious and half-dead on the stretcher, how could one bear to force her to burn the last vestiges of her life?
He was supposed to play the role of savior, but he messed up the whole plan instead (I'm so useless...), and Li Ang fell into deep self-blame.

"Damn it... what do I do..." Drizzt Darkmoon clutched his hair, squatting beside Evelyn's stretcher, deep in thought:
(Just like Tonya complained when playing cards, the opponent had a royal flush, and she had a terrible hand, how could she possibly play...)
To save his daughter, he didn't hesitate to abandon his ideals and betray his comrades Zh1, but he couldn't even escort his daughter away from this colony planet. Wouldn't the 'Gruu' team have died in vain? This outcome is hard to accept no matter what.

At this moment, a burly psychic nicknamed "Pockmarked Face" lost control of his emotions, muttered something to himself, squatted down and pinched Yuna's philtrum repeatedly. When she didn't wake up, he raised his arm as if to slap her hard across the face.
"Wake up! Stop sleeping!"

"You bastard!" Li Ang roared, rushing over and shoving the man hard in the chest. "You pockmarked bastard! Are you fucking insane?!" the old woman cursed.

The pockmarked man was pushed back several steps, then squinted his small eyes and raised the dark muzzle of his gun, pointing it at Li Ang:

"We have to get 'Zero' to use 'that' one more time, the same move she used against the monster before, to create a gap with sheer force so we can have a chance to break through."

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"If you do it again... Sister will die!" Junxiong protested, pouting.

"How dare you make such a request?!" Li Ang roared. "Without her intervention, you would have been devoured alive by that monster. Isn't saving you once enough?!"

"Not enough! I haven't had enough of living yet! Anyone who gets in my way, I'll kill them!" the other man shouted, spitting everywhere, his pockmarked face revealing a desperate madness.

“Your idea is unrealistic,” Drizzt tried to explain. “In Zero’s current state, it’s impossible for him to unleash a psionic attack of the same intensity as before. It would consume too much energy. Believe me, I am of royal blood from the Eldar race of the Ark. No one here understands psionic energy better than me.”

"You know? You know nothing! You have no right to speak here, you pointy-eared alien!"

Two men with guns stood behind "Pockmarked Face," clearly agreeing with his idea:

“Brother Ma is right. This is the only way to survive. We have to wake Zero up. If that doesn’t work, shoot her in the leg. Maybe she’ll have a sudden burst of energy before she dies.”

"You bunch of... ungrateful bastards!"

Li Ang's veins bulged, his teeth were practically splitting, and his finger had just touched the trigger when he noticed that the guns in the hands of the three men opposite him had floated up, as if some invisible force had disarmed them.

(Is this... telekinesis?) Li Ang recalled the tricks used by the pointy-eared witches on the Enchantress pirate ship.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old lady and the others subdued the other man. Junxiong also picked up a pistol and pressed it against "Pockmarked Face's" back: "Don't move!"

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Li Ang turned his head and saw that the Elven girl, Evelyn Darkmoon, was half-sitting up from the stretcher.
His thin arms were outstretched, his palms open, like a wizard casting a spell.
Blood trickled from her mouth, nose, ears, and corners of her mouth. Evelyn's gaze slowly shifted to Tristana, and she said in a weak voice:
"Dad...you made me...wait so long..." she said, her eyes gradually becoming glazed over, and her body went limp.

"EVE! (Eve's nickname)"

Drizzt was overjoyed and knelt down to hug his daughter tightly.