Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 846 "The Colossus"

"Cough cough cough cough."

Ralph Gabriel reappears.

The former top psionicist in the Corporate Alliance now looked rather disheveled. His tie was loose and hung loosely around his neck. He coughed several times, his face slightly pale, yet clearly radiating a smile.

"So powerful, so powerful. This is the third stage of the True Spirit? Hahahaha."

His hand hooked onto the tattered tie, and he ripped it off, letting it drift into the deep sky.

“But, it can’t compare to Ruan Fa that day.” He licked his lips. “At least we can still have a go at it—”

Song Shi glanced at her and was not surprised that she had come to this conclusion. Back then, when Ruan Fa fought Dwight Brooks, the former almost completely dominated the latter. After the final showdown, she returned to the Knowledge Council for seclusion and even claimed that she was going to break through to the sixth ring, the [God Throne].

And it has been less than a day since Chaklo broke through to the third stage of True Spirit.

Let alone the possibility of a confrontation now, even if Ruan Fa himself were to arrive right now, Ralph Gabriel would still confidently declare that he is ready for a fight!
"Let me ask you a question," Song Shi suddenly spoke up, "Are you trying to reassure the market by saying that?"

Ralph was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"I bet you're right!"

The battlefield, disrupted by the rampage of "Colossus" Bapus, was reorganized in just a few words. Representatives of the New Order Federation and the Corporate Alliance stood at opposite ends, locked in a standoff.

Chaklo Vaughn stood at the forefront, his gaze sweeping over the corporate consortium. He had taken on two opponents single-handedly, effortlessly securing victory, though he wasn't entirely unscathed. Yet the man remained calm and unconcerned, like a steamroller smoothly crushing all obstacles in his path.

Click, click.

The environment was abruptly disrupted by a dull cracking sound.

The source of the sound was the "Colossus" Bapus. Although it was a vacuum environment, the previous face-to-face battle between several [True Spirits] inevitably affected the lunar exploration base "Lone Sea," causing the ground part to collapse and a large amount of oxygen to leak into space.

However, such a small amount of oxygen was far too scarce for the Fifth Ring members present, whose engagement range was "hundred miles," and was insufficient to serve as a medium for sound transmission.

But even now, they could still clearly hear the cracking sound.

Pavus shifted his body.

Compared to his former majestic and insurmountable Titan power, every movement he makes now reveals an undisguised strain.

The once heavy and sturdy body was now unrecognizable, its surface riddled with cracks. The edges of the armor's wounds had been pierced by unimaginable violence, melting, twisting, and churning. The complex mechanical castings and energy pipelines were exposed, with dangerous arcs of electricity flickering at the fracture points, like the twitching nerves of a dying man.

Of all those present in this "battle on the moon," he was the one who was most seriously injured.

To put it bluntly, he was almost beaten to death by Chakro.

The fifth ring, [Transcendence], forged the transcendent body of a colossal construct. Its vitality should be tenacious, and its defense should be sturdy. Under normal circumstances, even if it encounters an opponent stronger than itself, it can rely on this terrifying physique to withstand the attack for a considerable period of time.

But this is just "holding on".

It means "drag on without dying".

It's "garbage time".

Carving words on stone is a way of preserving information over extremely long periods. If the sole purpose was to live longer, he shouldn't have transformed and surpassed himself to become a "colossus," but instead strived to become a stone. Become a stone, hahaha. How ridiculous.
Chakro gazed silently at the colossus in the distance, as if it were an ant and a tiger, but the former was looking down on the latter.

In the previous exchange, the opponent did not dodge or even choose to defend. Both sides just stood there rigidly, taking the damage head-on, and exchanged countless punches in a frenzy.

As the first stage of the true spirit, it directly confronts the third stage of the true spirit.

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Space blossomed into a flower, and Brontë appeared at its stamen. He glanced at the wounded Baptist, and ripples began to spread around him.

He wanted to create a small, isolated space to temporarily isolate Buffs, allowing the latter's maintenance unit to carry out emergency repairs and boost its status.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a small, isolated space is hardly secure, but Solomon Beaufort is here, providing ample cover in darkness. With this double measure, it should last for some time.

*Sizzle*

The independent space under construction, like a bubble that had just taken flight, burst with a snap. Pavlo struggled and rejected the small space.

Brontë paused for a moment, then snorted, but showed little annoyance. He stopped constructing, took half a step back, and disappeared back into the spatial axis.

Pavus stood up, panting, as if the compression of permafrost had pushed up the silent glacier.

Then, the torrent of sound arrived—

The machine's numerous shrill alarms were drowned out by the deafening roar. Deep within the mechanical Titan's engine core, it was as if a convulsing heart had been forcibly injected with a stimulant, unleashing an incomparably ferocious roar.

A torrent of blazing white plasma erupted from the thruster nozzles on Bapus's back! The energy was so intense that the thrusters were warped and deformed, and the earth below melted into a boiling lake of magma, surging and churning.

But the flames didn't diminish; instead, they intensified, becoming even more magnificent! From a third-person perspective, it looked like a vast, horizontal wing sweeping across the deep space!
Wherever the flames swept, the combat units belonging to the "Lone Sea" celestial defense system, the remaining space debris, and even the craters and rock layers on the surface of the evening moon were all melted away, turning into flowing molten iron that sprayed wantonly into deep space.

Immediately afterwards, all the molten iron was drawn by gravity and converged in the same place.

—Pavlo's machine!
In his battle against Chaklo, Bapus was blasted through countless times, losing countless amounts of mass. Just as he had just flattened a large section of the Moonlit Night's surface, Chaklo had also been flattened and shrunk by Bapus!

"I am."

The freshly molten iron, driven by Pavlo's gravitational system, converged wildly. It was a scene reminiscent of clay sculpting, with layers rapidly piling up.

At this moment, the mechanical structure, which had shrunk considerably, rapidly regained its original colossal size as the molten metal adhered and accumulated, even exceeding it—a monster tens of thousands of meters tall, standing there in fury!
On the cracked skull, most of the main monitor array had been turned off, except for the largest pupil in the center, which shone with a faint blue light through the broken crystal.

"I am——"

On its surface, some of the molten metal cooled and solidified into deformed, tumor-like structures, but much of it continued to flow, emitting a scalding color!

How could the strength of the crudely absorbed molten metal compare to the original structure forged through countless hammer blows? Those crisscrossing streams of molten metal formed unsightly scars.

Meanwhile, the reckless overclocking and overloading caused countless malfunctions to occur in the machine. The once mighty body now appeared barely held together.

But at this moment, Bapse was wilder than ever before! He roared, his chapped, unsightly hands clenched tightly, and he punched Chaklo again!
"—Colossus!"

(End of this chapter)