Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 858 Heavenly Man
Business alliances.

The man, who had just snatched a bag of corn chips after braving a hail of bullets in a convenience store brawl, wolfed down several handfuls of them.

Damn it, my company's gone, my job's gone, and even my credit points are almost unusable. Especially since I recently invested all my savings in Zenryu Setsuna, those supporters were all talking big, promising a 50000% annualized return for Setsuna-sama, but in the end, it was all for nothing. And now Zenryu Setsuna itself is dead.
This support group was also thrown into shelters and prisons, and they couldn't get a single penny back. Last time, I saw the group in a heated discussion about rights protection, calling for a prison break to collect the debts, but as soon as he got his gun, they were all arrested.

There was fighting everywhere, and he was penniless and starving.
"Tsk tsk." The man, whose cheeks were stuffed full of corn chips, suddenly stopped chewing, involuntarily raised his head, and squinted his eyes.

Looking up at the sky.

The skies have been anything but peaceful for a long time now. Heavy drones whizzing by, missiles appearing as mere shadows, and blindingly bright plasma clusters, along with the occasional individual soldier in exoskeleton armor, engage in fierce aerial battles over the city. News broadcasts of conflicts, near and far, large and small, have never ceased.

It's not important.

Faced with these days of natural disasters, these clashes of guns and fire seem less important.

The exposed seabed caused the once uncontrollable tides to transform into raging waves that submerged cities. As ocean currents, an effective heat transfer pathway, were severely damaged, the climate underwent a horrific change, with the habitable temperate zone evolving into polar regions of extreme heat and frigid cold.

Many places experienced polar day and polar night, and the effects even spread from the sky to the earth. For some reason, they were torn apart. On social media, some cities were torn in two, leaving behind a winding rift valley.

According to some bloggers' explanations, this is due to a gravitational imbalance between Yuuki and Terra, causing a problem with the latter's axis of rotation tilt, and so on.
But why would they need to explain science to us?

My eyes aren't blind! The setting moon overhead inexplicably turned pitch black, with continuous rumbling sounds and flashing lights. Even though it was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, looking directly at it would still cause an extremely uncomfortable, suffocating feeling of palpitations.

—It's clearly some psionicists who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and they're fighting up there!

until now.

The man smacked his lips unconsciously.

He couldn’t see clearly what Xiyue looked like because he couldn’t afford that kind of high-end prosthetic eye, but he could still sense that Xiyue seemed to be gradually calming down.
He's not the only one.

Unbeknownst to many, this is something that has become clear to many people. It's like the next room is undergoing intense renovations, which continue for quite some time. People gradually become numb to it, turn a deaf ear, and start to think that the noise isn't that loud.

Then the noise suddenly disappeared.

Coming to my senses, I suddenly realized.

On the evening moon.
"Hey, it got ignored."

Song Shi put down the Heavy Slaughtering Blade. In the distance, on the outer edge of the celestial bodies, killing intent overflowed. The strange and bizarre spatial turbulence had subsided for a long time and was no longer as terrifying as before. From the extraordinary vision of a fifth-ring psionicist, they were slowly returning to their original form. The self-healing ability of space was much stronger than most people imagined.

Brontë, the "Key to Space," the mastermind behind the Overturned Valley, vanished. His final strike shattered him, creating a spatial singularity from which he chose Chaklo Vaughn as one of his three enemies.

The latter nodded and accepted the blow.

If this were his final act, he would naturally choose the strongest opponent. Among everyone present, Brontë would not have a second target.

When a person dies, the lights go out.

Regardless of how many thoughts and unfinished business the psionicist named "Bronte" had, everything turned into a wisp of dust floating in deep space with his death. On the other side, after an unknown amount of time, the duel between Paddy Morse, Xu Yu, and Ying Bancheng also came to a conclusion.

lost.

Ying Bancheng was defeated.

One against two, and utterly defeated. Even the "revelation" of "half-knowledge of fate" and the "chaotic probability calculation" of singularity technology could not see through this calamity or find a way to break it.

Xu Yu delivered the fatal blow. The coiled dragon, which "raised clouds and spewed mist," disintegrated its body and unleashed its full spiritual energy, blasting through Ying Bancheng's chest.

"They're not in good shape."

Paddy Morse coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, wounds sustained during the fierce battle in Ying Bancheng.

The opponent completely ignored the fancy moves. Xu Yu's "hidden" nano-body could directly target the core and kill with one blow. He controlled reality with his will, and his vast spiritual energy could also directly target the core, like a key to a lock. Once inserted and turned, it would break.

Fortunately, they still won in the end.

He coughed for a while, then looked around at the group, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "There is no time for celebration. The New Order Federation is currently in its most critical moment! My suggestion is that the rest of you stay in Xiyue to focus on recovering from your injuries, while Chaklo can return to the country to take charge of the overall situation."

"Ye Nan?" Song Shi said casually, "Theoretically, we are allies now."

“An ally?” Paddy Morse scoffed, stating bluntly, “If it were me, I would consider taking action.”

Song Shi immediately turned his head to look.

“I suggest you look down,” Yvette Gregory suddenly said.

So I read on.

And then I saw it.

The lunar exploration base "Lone Sea" was severely damaged despite Solomon Beaufort's efforts to protect it, due to the war between ten [True Spirits]. The once magnificent and grand complex was indifferently ravaged, and the geological environment itself became devastated.

Then the ravaged earth began to shake, and the molten and solidified deformed metal blocks were torn apart little by little by some force. The dull sound of mechanical operation came from deep underground, and the pitted ground slowly separated.

The "Lonely Sea" has a dual structure, both on the surface and underground, with the latter being even more expansive than the former. Before the Great War of the True Spirits, the Celestials had already moved into underground shelters, where even continuous nuclear explosions could not affect them.

At this moment, the gate leading to the surface reopened.

The heavy gates slid open to the sides, and out emerged a group of identical figures.

The enormous hemispherical helmet, with its slightly reflective surface, casts a dark reflection of the surrounding environment. The spacesuit's main color is pure, flawless white, not snow-white, but rather a specially treated color that appears cold and austere in a vacuum.

People wearing spacesuits walked in the vacuum, one after another, forming a winding but orderly stream of mercury, until they arrived in front of the five figures standing on the celestial bodies.

(End of this chapter)