Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 839 The Battle on the Moon
No one expected this.

When Song Shi, a heavyweight figure in the New Order Federation, killed Zenru Setsuna, the Awakener, his injuries had not yet fully recovered and his strength had returned to its peak, its current president chose to take drastic action.

And it worked!
The Solar Radiation Focusing Array, a strategic weapon born from a giant corporation, once hung high above the heads of all living beings, like the sword of the sun god judging the world. But it was destroyed by hand in full view of everyone, artificially extinguishing the man-made sun!
"Luck is no longer on the side of corporate alliances."

The voice of Lapis Lazuli rang in Song Shi's ears. It had broken through to the fourth ring a year ago, disappeared for a while, and now led the intelligent machine group to make a comeback as a support force in the war.

Its camera stared motionless at the sky, and it slowly said, "The initiative has turned into a passive one."

While Zenryusa was killed in battle, Song Shi was also severely injured and greatly weakened, equivalent to one of the five executive committee members of the New Order Federation being temporarily offline. The Enterprise Alliance could no longer delay; what they needed to do was take advantage of the window of opportunity while the other side was recovering to place their bets and go all in.

This should have been their initiative, but unexpectedly, at this delicate and dangerous juncture, Chakro Vaughn officially broke through to the third stage of True Spirit! The strongest beings on the land and sky of the former Corporate Alliance, following "Lord of the Ten Domains" Dwight Brooks and "Awakener" Zenru Setsuna, have received a new title—

—Chaklaw Vaughn, the "rebel"!
Riding the momentum of his breakthrough, he acted without hesitation, switching from defense to offense, shattering the "passivity" and seizing the "initiative".

At this very moment, he is still moving forward, without stopping—

Charge toward the outline of matter in deep space, toward the celestial body known as "Evening Moon"!

“Luck? This is hardly luck.” Song Shi looked up and scoffed at this. “Some people move fast and unstoppable, with extremely rapid and fierce momentum, but because of this, they often get stuck for a long time after hitting a shackle. Some people move slowly, but step by step, steadily and firmly, and can overcome difficulties if they work hard.”

"What kind of person are you?" Lapis Lazuli guessed what the other person was going to say.

“People like me, Chaklo, and your Yaoxing III, top-tier geniuses like us naturally move quickly and stand firm,” Song Shi said with a leisurely smile. “However, a perfect balance is unrealistic, so even we each have our own focus.”

“Chakro is the second type of person. Luck? In my eyes, every step he takes is traceable. Today’s breakthrough is just a natural progression.” He sighed, “Lapis Lazuli, actually you’ve met someone like that before, we met them together.”

Lapis Lazuli immediately realized: "The Northern Thunder Defense Line, the Grand Marshal?!"

Song Shi laughed and didn't answer. He stepped out from under the eaves of the shop, and at the same time, crimson flames suddenly appeared in his hand, solidifying into a weapon.

"lapis lazuli--"

Song Shi didn't turn his head; only his back was visible.

"I'll leave the matters on earth to you."

"Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, are you sure you want to go?"

"It's a minor issue, nothing to worry about." Song Shi's lips curled up. "If we can't win this match, that would be a big problem."

“Yes.” So Lapis Lazuli promised, “When you come back, you will see a complete, unified, and clean country.”

The next second, crimson-gold heavenly fire shot straight into the sky, unstoppable. Then, the field of vision widened, and looking into the distance, seven streams of light rose from different locations on the map of the corporate alliance, traveling against the sky and rushing together toward the evening moon that hung high in the deep sky, appearing and disappearing in the daytime.

Even in the ancient Seven Earth Wars, battles of this scale were few and far between. The Fifth Ring: Ten [True Spirits] gather here!
"Leader, the last deep space exploration fleet is about to leave this system." At the lunar exploration base "Lone Sea," a solemn-looking man reported, pausing before adding with a strong sense of resentment, "If only we could obtain 'space jump,' 'vacuum zero-point energy engine,' and 'universal printer.'"

If we had "space jump", the fleet would no longer need to accelerate for a long time to reach sub-light speed as it does now. If we had "vacuum zero-point energy engine", the fleet's energy supply would no longer be a problem, and it would be so abundant that it could be wasted at will.

With a "universal printer," the ship's maintenance and refitting capabilities would be greatly enhanced. It could even be said that, like the Ship of Theseus, it could be constantly replaced and evolved during its voyage, gradually transforming into a more superior form.

Building on this, and with their singularity technology, the "quantum communication link," each deep space exploration fleet can communicate with the "Lone Sea" homeworld in real time, obtaining guidance from think tanks and new technologies iterating on Terra.

But there is no "what if" in this world.

That plan, buried at the very bottom of the [Central Hub] strategic archives, aimed at seizing singularity technology from other giant corporations, will likely never see the day of its implementation. Instead, they are now facing an invasion—an invasion by the enemy, the Taiyue!

"If you wait until all preparations are complete before taking action, you will accomplish nothing."

Then Solomon Beaufort, the man gazing into deep space with his back to him, shook his head.

"Secondly, you must always maintain hope. Remember what the talent incubation base taught you? I recall you passed with almost a perfect score."

".Remember."

The man lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

"The place where we 'celestial beings' live is a dark, boundless, and empty space. Claustrophobia, mental threshold erosion, schizophrenia. Past humans could not imagine living on the evening moon, so their evolved genome could not adapt to such a life, resulting in congenital diseases."

"This is the molting pain that we 'celestial beings' must endure on our evolutionary path," he said. "We should always maintain hope, and never let any pain or hardship crush us. If there is not even a sliver of hope left in our hearts, then destruction is inevitable."

"Understood?" Solomon Beaufort asked.

"I believe I will see you again someday." The other person bowed deeply: "Leader."

The next second, with a snap, he vanished into blue specks of light, disappearing without a trace.

His true form had already left his homeland and was about to cross the edge of this galaxy, heading towards an unknown distance. The current conversation was merely a chime echoing back from the singularity technology's "quantum communication link."

Solomon Beaufort raised a hand.

Built by the giant corporation [Celestial Central Hub] with massive resources and relying on the "Evening Moon" celestial defense system, this long-dormant behemoth has once again opened its eyes.

—At the end of the empty field of vision, nine completely different streams of light competed with each other and collided!

(End of this chapter)