Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 345 Welcoming Avenue
This is already the suburbs of Tiandu.

Tiandu is a city standing on the wasteland.

During the Seven Lands War, this place once became the front line of the war and was devastated by the flames of war.

Amid the endless hymns and praises throughout the night, the [Square Stone Knights], one of the six knight pillars of the Vampsta Empire, broke through three barriers in succession, marched straight in, and almost completely conquered Chunming County.

At the critical moment, the marshal of that generation of Beiting Defense Front came out and challenged the captain of the Fangshi Knights. The two sides fought from the sky into space and then from space back to the sky.

Eventually, they returned to the earth.

On earth, that generation of marshals killed the leader of the Fangshi Knights in battle and forcibly curbed the imperial offensive, allowing Chunming County to hold out until the subsequent reinforcements arrived, and then they fought back the imperial forces on this front in one go.

This battle had far-reaching consequences.

One is that shortly after the end of this battle, the marshal died of his injuries.

The second is the environment.

The Marshal and the Leader of the Fangshi Knights. Even though both parties were in space most of the time, they only came to the earth briefly in the final stage.

But for the land of Chunming County, the clash between the two fifth-ring psychics, even if it was only "brief", was still too brutal.

With the confrontation between the two sides as the center, looking down from the sky, the sky and the earth within a radius of hundreds of miles were collapsing, rivers were changing their courses, mountains were collapsing, and deep cracks were spreading endlessly.

The Beiting Defense Front spent decades and invested a huge amount of manpower and material resources to barely fill the gap and restore part of the ecology of Chunming County.

They built a city called Tiandu in the center of the battlefield that day.

Outside the bustling city, the first step into the suburbs is onto barren land.

Endless wasteland.

The Beiting Defense Line could actually repair the wasteland around Tiandu, but they chose not to do so.

Many people have speculated on this question.

——To commemorate the sacrifice of that generation of marshals?

——Using a wall to separate the two environments, is this a warning to members?
——As a test on the way to Tiandu?

——Or
However, the Beiting Defense Front has never answered this question.

call--

The wind is howling.

The climate in the wasteland is unpredictable, and it can even cause natural disasters and devour all things.

Therefore, even if there are no bandits in the wasteland under the governance of the Beiting Defense Front, most people will still not stay in the wasteland.

until today.

Until now.

In the wasteland that should have been desolate and dilapidated, ravaged by wind and sand, there were people standing among the lead-gray wind-eroded rocks.

Full of people.

Perhaps only during the Seven Lands War seventy years ago was there a more grand scene than this one.

Drones of all sizes flew across the sky, camera flashes were flashing across the land, motorcycle riders took off their helmets, car owners opened their eyes wide and stuck their heads out, and large trucks were parked on the side of the road, filled with people.

A tide of people poured into the wasteland, flowing through every crevice in the rocks, leaving behind traces.

Countless flags were raised high and danced wildly, forming a colorful ocean.

“Nandou…”

There were faint cries at first, then they grew louder, a confused and chaotic sound reminiscent of tin eaves in the rain.

Until the end.

When that familiar yet unfamiliar figure appears at the end of the horizon.

These noisy and chaotic sounds suddenly disappeared for a moment, and then in a trance, a huge wave of sound broke out, which seemed to overturn the sky, containing sincere, enthusiastic, and endless shouts!
“Nandou, Nandou—Nandou—!”

"——Song Shi!"

"I will see you in Tiandu on this trip."

Song Shi raised his head and saw the magnificent city outline in the distance, standing on the ground, already clearly visible.

Slowly looking around, those enthusiastic, excited, sighing, and surprised faces, one after another, burning in the scorching atmosphere, turned into a real spirit. The young man exhaled.

He laughed.

"--I come."

The surging crowd parted like a tide, revealing the dry and yellow earth. From this point on, a road running straight forward along the central axis appeared on the earth.

The end of the road is Tiandu.

It just wasn't smooth sailing.

"I knew it." Song Shi laughed loudly without disguising himself: "——It should be so!"

It was like someone grabbed a handful of mung beans and scattered them randomly.

There were still some people on the avenue that had been cleared out from the crowd. They had been waiting for a long time.

One, two, three, four. People of different heights and different auras stood in an interlaced manner. Some of them looked stern, some were solemn, some were sighing, and some were laughing.

The only thing in common is their attire.

Standard style, or privately tailored, but there is no doubt that everyone standing on the avenue is wearing silver-gray military uniforms.

"Beiting Defense Line, Lieutenant, Xu Liu!"

"Lieutenant, Cangya."

"Sergeant Zhang Ke, this trip has come in defeat—"

"Lieutenant, Liao Que."

"Beiting Defense Line, Chang."

"Captain, please give me your permission."

I don't know who pulled the ignition ring first, and with a long whistle, a deep red firework slowly spread out -

Then the second, third and fourth sounds of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, one after another, spreading in all directions, and in the endless whistling sound, countless streams of light rose into the sky one after another, bursting with a bang, and brilliant fireworks overflowed, slowly cutting through the sky.

The smoke was so thick that it almost completely dyed the sky crimson.

In front of us, the gazes coming from all directions seemed to become real, and in a trance, it was like a huge tsunami hitting us.

The atmosphere of the Beiting Defense Front has always been known for being tense, vigorous and courageous. But now, when hundreds of thousands of people who grew up in this atmosphere gather here, their gazes, their breathing, and their emotions merge into one, possessing real and authentic power.

If it were an ordinary person, no, even a first-level psychic.

If it were the most sensitive [Consensus], then just standing here, enduring all these gazes, his mind would be overwhelmed and crushed.

"call"

Song Shi carried the heavy weapon and took the first step.

From all around him, red-gold flames emerged out of thin air, swelled in the wind, and in an instant turned into a mighty tide of flames that soared into the sky.

At the same time, Song Shi's spiritual power began to rise rapidly, the first ring, the second ring, the third ring, the powerful spiritual power without any disguise, was revealed to everyone.

[Flame of Forging], [Containment], [Return], [Ashes]... until the latest [Heart of Forging], one psychic skill after another flows freely with the mind.

——No longer different for different people, each time I deliberately adjust to the same spiritual power level.

At this moment, Song Shi was already at his peak state.

He was still moving forward, his posture becoming more and more calm. Starting from Qingqingyuan County, he had been invincible all the way to here. The momentum that must exist but cannot be described in words has been completely accumulated.

Song Shi could feel that on the path of [Dayuan], the psychic skill [Chongxiao] was constantly trembling, as if it was about to jump out of his heart at any time. It was a sign that the ritual was about to be completed.

Just now.

Song Shi no longer had the time to care about it, or rather, he was unwilling to pay attention to it anymore.

From here, the road stretches straight ahead for twenty miles.

Song Shi gradually quickened his pace, as if he was about to run.

The terrifying flames rose violently.

All the officers on the avenue had only one thought in mind at this moment.

——A horrible natural disaster made of fire that filled his vision rolled over and over him!
(End of this chapter)