Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 840 "The Observer"

Xiyue.

It is much smaller than Terra. Regardless of the culture, there seems to be a tendency to emphasize the brilliance of the sun and the supporting role of the evening moon. Thanks to this subtle influence, in the subconscious of many people, the evening moon is very small.

That's not about comparing it to the sun or Terra—it's not about its size on a celestial level. It's about making it seem like a marble, something you can pick up and crumple in your hand, something you can easily kick away. Undoubtedly, this is wrong.

It is a satellite with a diameter of over four thousand kilometers, a massive entity qualified to be called a celestial body. Even the most destructive creation, subjected to continuous nuclear bombardment, would only be like peeling back the wrapper of a pastry; perhaps a few crumbs might fall off, but the main body would remain largely unharmed.

Now, such a being is slowly awakening.

Millions of fighter jets took off from the lunar surface, reminiscent of swarms of locusts, capable of devouring fields into hollow, desolate wasteland with just a "flying" motion.

The application of intelligent flying armed units by corporate alliances is already highly mature, and people are no strangers to the drones whizzing overhead. However, the ones currently traversing deep space are quite different from the intelligent flying armed units we remember.

They lack traditional wings and rotors, and aerodynamics is absent from them. These are intelligent armed units focused on deep-space environment combat, and the engineers of [Zenith Center] have made a series of improvements and designs for them.

Boom.

Amidst the silent tremors, they traversed deep space, weaving a dense barrage with the massive firepower arrays mounted on the surface of the Evening Moon. In a sense, the "Lone Sea" was the true strategic weapon of the Celestial Central Hub. This base, established on the Evening Moon, possessed a celestial defense system whose firepower, with just a few salvos, was enough to sink a city.

According to the [Central Hub]'s plan, they will gradually transform the entire Sunset Moon into a freely movable deep-space war fortress.

The idea exists in the future, while reality is right before our eyes.

The beams of light and the heavy cannons never stopped! They roared deafeningly! Like a scorching tide, they engulfed everything in front of them!
The target of the barrage of firepower was the uninvited guests!

Nine uninvited guests who barged in without any authorization.

But the one who should be mentioned first is Chaklo Vaughn!
After shattering the solar radiation focusing array with his bare hands, he didn't linger long. Without hesitation, he turned and charged towards the distant sunset. Nine streaks of light, some fast, some slow, with him standing far ahead, as if the other eight were chasing him!
—Facing the dazzling tide, Chakro remained silent.

He threw a punch!
The surging tide, as if encountering a golden and iron pillar standing in the riverbed, was smashed to pieces and split apart with a roar! It was ruthlessly shattered, creating a large, straight vacuum!
The plasma was scorching hot, the focused pulse beams were sharp, and the heavy artillery and torpedoes exploded spectacularly, with continuous booms—but how could this so-called firepower capable of sinking a metropolis possibly shake a psychic who had reached the third stage of the True Spirit?
Chakro threw another punch.

This punch was no longer a forward swing; it was as if he were looking at a stainless steel basin filled with water, the surface level with the rim, as calm as a mirror. Then, Chakro aimed at this mirror and, without hesitation, slammed his fist down!
boom--

--Snapped!

With millions of intelligent flying armed units and the accumulated resources of the Zenith Center over the past century, even the vast deep space seemed a little cramped when they hovered around the evening moon.

But with one punch, they suddenly turned into a flock of rubber ducks floating on the sea, densely packed together. Then the calm of the sea was broken, and a huge wave suddenly crashed down, twisting countless "rubber ducks" into a ball and turning them into dust!

Having achieved a decisive victory, Chakro glanced at the result of his attack without lingering any longer, and charged forward again towards Yuzuki.

"What beautiful psionic energy."

A strange voice suddenly rang out behind Solomon Beaufort.

Without him noticing.

This is utterly unbelievable. Solomon Beaufort's true spirit, "Deep Darkness," has broken through to the second stage and is on the path of the Great Source. Having subtly influenced Xi Yue over the years, he has long since achieved resonance between himself and the environment, gaining complete control of the entire situation. In such a dominant arena, how could anyone approach him silently?
But this is exactly what is happening in the present reality.

Solomon Beaufort showed no surprise or horror; the man didn't even turn around.

"He's been here for many years."

The voice was ethereal and elusive, appearing and disappearing without causing any annoyance. To be more precise, it was like a goose feather clinging to clothing or a breeze brushing against the forehead, carrying no weight whatsoever.

Therefore, it cannot stir even the slightest ripple in one's heart, completely transcending reality, as if standing from a higher perspective.

“If you ask sincerely, I might not refuse to help.”

Just by hearing the voice, the listener can conjure up a half-smiling expression in their mind.

“You should have heard what I said to McIntosh.” Solomon Beaufort shook his head coldly: “No matter what, no one should give up hope. There is a second part to this commandment—hope comes only from one’s own hands.”

"This is the spirit passed down from heaven to the present day. Croft, can a divine throne really taint this spirit?"

—The balance of the sixth ring.

Croft Wilder, one of the contemporary divine thrones, the "Observer".

"The answer is no, absolutely not." Solomon Beaufort stated in a flat tone, yet it sounded strangely like a recitation: "If they lose their spirit, then that human is just another kind of human with a mutated genome. In the Emerald Pharmaceuticals' laboratories, a hundred such new humans can be created every day. The result of using someone else's hands is meaningless to us."

"If that's all there is to it, how can we be qualified to shepherd humanity and lead Terra forward?"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheerful laughter rang out behind him.

"You bunch of 'Celestials,' you're somewhat interesting at first glance, but after a few decades you've become quite bland and tiresome." The other person seemed to be recalling memories, and said with some emotion, "Fortunately, among the 'Celestials,' there's still Solomon Beaufort. You're much more interesting than them, hehe, [True Spirit]."

"Well, according to my usual practice, I shouldn't have said so much. But I just thought about it, after being neighbors for so long, and you've been quite comfortable with my service, so I'll just consider it a final farewell."

"To have a god-like figure send you off is enough to honor your life."

I never need to say goodbye.

"My life is not up to the judgment of others."

"My hope still shines in my heart."

With each word Solomon Beaufort spoke, his breath grew stronger, until the very last word of his final sentence was uttered, when his aura reached an extremely imposing level.

It's as if it has merged with the entire Yuzuki!
He flashed and appeared in deep space in an instant, facing Chakro Vaughn who was charging towards him!

(End of this chapter)