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woohoo~

The sound of the wind?

In Hills, above Elliott Bay, the gloomy sky after the rain was filled with the howling of the wind.

It was the sound of the wind.

However, it was not a natural wind.

Blade-like rotors hang from silver-white crosses, spinning like meat grinders, with airflow lifting them straight into the clouds.

This is a drone.

The main body is in the shape of a cross. In addition to the four black rotors, it also carries a miniature control tower and a self-destruct bomb.

The runes of light shimmered on the cross, the air whistled, and the anti-psychic drone hovered in the sea breeze, hovering over the most crowded port in Hills.

How can a drone create such a whistling sound?

One, five, ten...

Countless silver-white crosses floated in the air, their resonance like the sound of wind, or the dying cries of wild beasts.

Farah Jokos, the leader of the Purple Light Cult, was one of the most powerful figures in Hills City. At this moment, his magnificent purple robes were riddled with bullet holes, and blood seeped beneath them. He knelt on the ground, looking disheveled at the swarm of drones that blotted out the sky.

"It's a pity, Farah. I never imagined that our first meeting and collaboration would end like this."

Windat Erebus, leader of the Maelstrom Clan, Windat the Heartless, looked down at Pharah from his high vantage point.

This burly man was already over two meters tall, and after putting on his power armor, he was close to three meters tall. He looked down at the kneeling Farah with an arrogant posture.

Farah's lips were bleeding, and he gave a contemptuous smile, as if he were the one at a disadvantage, not himself.

About an hour ago.

Squeez divided his forces into three groups and launched a simultaneous attack on the three anchor points.

Kong Jiu single-handedly destroyed the anchor of faith concepts and confronted the most difficult saint.

The material concept anchor is located in Hills' most bustling port.

Squich had already detected the presence of conceptual energy in this place, but had been unable to pinpoint its location.

It wasn't until Kong Jiu brought back the Iron Curtain project materials that it confirmed the concept was hidden inside the bustling Maritime Museum.

Farah and Wintert were tasked with seizing control of the museum while minimizing casualties.

To avoid alerting the enemy, and because the Rat God had assigned other personnel, this task was carried out by only two people.

After the Purple Light Cult evacuated the surrounding tourists, a missile landed in front of the museum, violently paralyzing all security measures.

Everything went smoothly, and the two supreme rulers of the lower city quickly found the spiritual object that embodied the concept of "Zhenning" through their collaboration.

"Is this the thing that makes so many lower-class people prefer to starve to death rather than rise up in rebellion?"

A string of sheep knuckle bones, carved with the color of red agate, was split in half and tied together with fine silk, suspended in an exhibition hall of the museum.

Windat swung his power claw, shattering the security glass with a single blow. He then grabbed the string of bone artifacts and held them up to his eyes for a closer look.

"It is truly a precious spiritual object, just like the one in the legend of Odysseus from my hometown," Farah said, looking at the object with a relaxed tone.

Easy peasy, this mission was far too easy.

The trip was much simpler than he had expected, even making him wonder if the Rat God had made a mistake in his deployment, perhaps he should have been sent to attack cognitive concepts.

However, what was before them was certainly no ordinary thing.

The spiritual power and conceptual aura emanating from this bone artifact were so strong that even Wendart, a non-psychic, could see its exquisite craftsmanship, as if it had been given some kind of mission.

"Zhenning" is the concept embodied by this spiritual object.

The concept of the Iron Curtain brought "peace" to Hills, but it also stripped everyone of their kneecaps, making people accustomed to oppressing the weak and afraid to wield their swords against the strong.

Just by being near the string of lamb knuckle bones, Farah felt his inner turmoil subside considerably.

But accidents can happen in an instant.

With a single grip of his powerful claws, the string of crystalline bone artifacts instantly turned to dust.

Bones spilled from between his fingers and fell to the ground.

Farah frowned: "Are you crazy? Destroying a physical entity doesn't completely erase a concept..."

Before he could finish speaking, the pale green detector in Wendat's eye socket suddenly flashed green.

woo woo woo...

The sound of the wind?

A breeze carrying the scent of the sea rushed in through the museum's glass doors, shattered by missiles.

Farah couldn't help but glance towards the door, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Windat's attacking power claws, which were already within arm's reach.

His expression darkened, and a blue light appeared in his eyes.

Time control, acceleration!

At this moment, the world seemed to freeze.

With her legs pulled back, Farah retreated with incredible speed.

"Are you going to attack me now?"

Farah's fluorescent blue eyes fixed on Wintert, her tone no longer light: "Can I admit that you have betrayed the Rat God once again?"

Seeing his nemesis launch a sudden attack, Farah understood that Windat, as a fellow notorious leader of the lower city, would not have gone mad without a reason.

What exactly is he plotting?

"betray?"

Wendart gripped his power claws, grinning menacingly: "You and I both know perfectly well that the Rat God never appears in the world, and even his messenger Kong Jiu doesn't care whether we live or die."

After saying that, he kicked the pile of broken bones on the ground.

"Besides, I have fulfilled my pact with the Rat God and destroyed the so-called concepts and anchors. How can there be any betrayal?"

His tone was arrogant and his expression flamboyant, clearly showing he didn't take Farah seriously.

"Moreover, I really want to prove myself... prove that I'm better than you."

With a gust of wind, the Windat Power Claw arrogantly lunged at its mortal enemy, the cult.

"You're so confident you can defeat me, Erebus?"

Farah's tone was icy, and blue light flashed in his eyes again as he activated Time Control for the second time.

As his spiritual energy dissipated, the surrounding sounds suddenly fell silent, and he stepped into a still realm.

In this area, he looked at Wintert, who moved as slowly as a snail, and shook his head.

Armored, taking medication, wielding technologically advanced claws...

Based on these facts alone, would a mere mortal dare to become my enemy?

He took a small step, avoiding the massive claw with its immense force.

If attacked at close range and unable to retaliate in time, he might truly be defeated by a mortal.

But wouldn't it be enough to just keep a distance?

Although he did not pursue the path of psychic energy, he had sacrificed hundreds or even thousands of people, and his spiritual power was close to C-level, which could be considered the peak of D-level.

How dare a mere mortal claim to be superior to him?

Farah calmly walked towards the door.

Besides time control, he is also proficient in several types of telekinetic magic, powerful enough to intercept incoming missiles.

By simply keeping his distance from Windadtra and gaining sufficient time to cast his spell, he would almost certainly have the victory in his grasp.

As he pondered this, he stepped out of the museum into this stagnant world.

Click~

In the silent world, a discordant noise entered the ear.

Farah's brow twitched.

He turned his head and witnessed a shocking scene.

Wendart's previously near-stationary speed returned to a normal, leisurely pace.

The other party grinned maliciously, raised his hand, and pressed a button on the power armor.

woohoo hoo...

The sound of the wind pierced this silent realm.

Time seemed to speed up slightly as Wintert strode over.

Farah's expression grew increasingly somber.

What happened?

Wintert also has moments of control?

No, that's not right!

It's not that Wintert is accelerating, but that he's slowing down, and getting slower and slower!

My own spiritual power is being suppressed in some way!

In just four or five seconds, Farah's spiritual power output had dropped to an extremely low level, making it impossible for him to use high-speed acceleration again.

At that moment, he saw the thing outside the door that was causing the commotion.

Silver crosses, each adorned with rays of light, hung suspended above the harbor, stirring up gusts of strong wind.

There are many anti-psychic materials: anti-magic stones, mithril artifacts, the ashes of soulless beings... all of which can interfere with psychics.

However, such objects have many defects. The most crucial point is that they require a large quantity, an extremely large quantity, in order for quantitative change to lead to qualitative change.

Without large-scale deployment, even the most low-level psionicists would be difficult to contain with only a small amount of material.

But what if anti-psychic materials could fly on their own?

What if we don't need to deploy any positions and just let it become a moving group of spiritual energy interference?

Throughout history, this idea has been nothing short of a fantasy.

After all, only psychic energy can enable telekinesis and flight. Even flying beasts created by sorcerers, burdened with large amounts of anti-psychic materials, will lose their minds and become mere mortals.

However, throughout the ages, the power wielded by humankind has not been limited to psychic energy.

Technology will eventually turn this fantasy into reality.

Drones, swirling in the wind, hovered in the air, forming a dark, oppressive anti-psychic cloud that seemed to scorn the Farah on the ground.

"I wasn't boasting, was I, Farah?"

The power armor crunched as it stepped over the broken glass. Windat walked step by step outside and stood before Farah, whose spiritual energy was depleted and whose face was pale.

"I am indeed better than you."