Psychics don't die from gunfire

"——What a great 'Nan Dou'! What a great 'Rebuilding a New World'!"

In the ancient and solemn lobby with carved dragons and painted buildings, sitting on the main seat facing south is an extremely burly and vigorous old man with meticulously groomed hair and beard. He finished scanning the agent's first-person video, his voice low.

"At a time like this, there is a sudden change. A descendant of the New Heavenly Army? I didn't expect that besides me, there are other people in this world who follow the ancient system. Not bad, not bad, not bad at all."

The low sound echoed in the lobby, but it was not noisy. Instead, it complemented the musicians playing the harp, the flute, the bells and the chimes around him.

Even the musicians carefully selected by the "Grand Master of Music" were surprised to find that at this moment, their performances were involuntarily affected by each other.

Le Li no longer exists

Because of the other party's preferences, musicians must often play wherever they are, but usually, the other party will not activate spiritual power for no reason. Therefore, even those musicians who often saw each other felt their terrifying power for the first time.

He is worthy of being the current Vice President of the East Land Republic.

A musician thought to himself.

A first-class family, the current patriarch of the Yuantian Shen family.

——The fifth ring of [Truth], "Restrain yourself and return to propriety", Chen Erfeng.

"It's a pity that we can't make plans together if we have different ideals." Chen Erfeng twisted his hair lightly, his expression suddenly turned cold: "In this era of social chaos, I must bring it back to the right track! Send a message to Yu Juncai, and ask him to go and suppress this man immediately - there is no need to persuade him to surrender, he will not surrender, and he will be killed without mercy!"

The officer kneeling in the hall was shocked when he heard this: "Sir, Commander Yu is stationed at the front line, constantly restraining the pure white creatures. If you leave rashly, there may be danger."

"Don't you think I don't understand this?"

Chen Erfeng glanced at the other person, and the latter immediately prostrated himself on the ground, trembling with fear.

This vice president attaches great importance to etiquette in his life. If you accidentally anger him, even if you are a direct descendant of a third-rate family, you will still be skinned alive. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the grace of the emperor.

"The death of a fourth-level psychic. Humph, we are not the only ones who feel uneasy. Beverly Margaret will not cause trouble at this time."

Chairman of the super company [Pure White Creature].

——The fifth ring of [Transcendence], "The Great Serpent", Beverly Margaret.

The other party was newly promoted in the past ten years. Logically speaking, his hard power is not as good as that of Chen Erfeng, who has been famous for decades. But the former relied on its super-giant body of tens of kilometers long and its unreasonable and terrifying self-healing ability. The two sides had fought several times before. Although Chen Erfeng had the upper hand, he was never able to expand the results of the battle.

"If she insists on ignoring the tacit understanding"

Chen Erfeng narrowed his eyes, and his black and purple robe was bulging. A thick hand with distinct knuckles reached out from under the sleeve and slowly clenched.

"Then don't blame me for breaking the military salute!"

After saying this, he picked up the bronze cup and took a sip.

"What else?"

"Yes, yes." The other party said quickly: "The latest military reports from the Beiting Defense Front and the Four Brilliant Heavens show that they are still in a standoff with the Vanpusta Empire. The two sides have fought a few small battles, and for the time being, both sides have won and lost."

"Yeah." Chen Erfeng did not comment.

"In addition, the governor of Nari County, the head of the Kamijima family, Lord Kamijima Motoshi, led his men to break through the defense line in the Quide area, but he was also seriously injured and temporarily withdrew from the front line."

Chen Erfeng hummed: "The news is neither good nor bad."

The index finger gently touches the table, making a rhythmic sound.

Just from a quick glimpse in the video, even he couldn't fully see through the other person's depth. It was hard to tell the specific strength of that "Nandou", but there was only one thing he could judge - his age was definitely below the average of fourth-ring psychics.

This means that the other party is very talented, at least in terms of "breakthrough speed", he is better than himself. However, a life-and-death fight is far from being a matter of who breaks through faster.

Yu Juncai has led his troops in battle for more than 20 years, and has experienced countless fierce battles. During this period, he has made many breakthroughs. Now he is also an extremely experienced fourth-ring middle-level [Dayuan].

"you're right."

Chen Erfeng said slowly: "When a lion fights a rabbit, it also uses all its strength. Don't underestimate the opponent."

In the officer's astonished eyes, the old man said.

"I will let 'Heavenly Principle Fire' assist Yu Juncai."

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The lavender stream of light converged along the surface of the twelve suspended radio towers.

The war does not seem to have affected the city ruled by the super company [Pure White Creatures].

The glass curtain walls of the commercial district are spewing neon lights, giant holographic screen advertisements are gushing out from hundreds of meters high buildings, and the tide of neon is flooding the three-dimensional transportation network, casting dreamlike auroras between the crisscrossing and circling magnetic rail trains.

A man walked through the street, with a well-proportioned and strong physique and a well-ironed suit. The only slight sense of disharmony was that in the corners of the alleys, there were many homeless people wrapped in quilts, fighting for the hot water drain pipe.

What a pity.

He looked at these people with regret for less than half a second.

The all-out war of super intensity is a destruction, but also an unparalleled opportunity. Unfortunately, for those who have no ability, even if they have this once-in-a-lifetime good fortune, they can't grasp it at all, and can only watch it slip through their fingers, even to the point of their own families being destroyed and in a mess.

To be honest, the higher authorities should really promote the marriage and childbearing allocation system.

Current measures such as mixing trace amounts of aphrodisiacs into relief food, promoting abortion bans, launching massive propaganda campaigns, and allowing [Consensus] psychics to subtly guide the population are effective in increasing population, but compared to the continued losses of war, they are ultimately not enough to cover the costs.

Just like these people now, if they don’t have a mate, no matter how much publicity and promotion they get, they can’t have a child.

Population is such an important resource that we should firmly control it in our own hands.

The man thought about it and raised his head and looked in one direction.

That was once the Civic Center.

But now, a giant building 800 meters high, like a white rib, pierces the earth and stands there.

His eyes were full of blatant longing.

That is the branch building of the [Pure White Creature] here.

We have to climb higher and higher.

It is also this moment.

In the room on the top floor of the building.

“An old thing that can’t keep up with the times.”

Beverly Margaret slowly loosened her hand and threw the urgent intelligence recording the movements of the enemy's high-level extraordinary units along with her personal terminal onto the bedside.

"But this time, it's as you wish."

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Baige City.

"What?!"

"Do you have a fever?"

“Don’t scare us.”

"Boss, why don't you think about it carefully?"

Next to the jeep, several figures surrounded the middle-aged man, with different expressions, and some even looked dumbfounded.

The purity of the three Type 5 neutralizers was very high, not the watered-down stuff that was sold on the underground black market. After one injection, Mensade's condition improved a lot. They had to take care of him, and at the same time, they thought that the big rally had not ended yet, so they let him have a good time, so they drove over to pick him up today.

Then

"I plan to stay a few more days."

This is what Marsh said a few minutes ago.

This really shocked several people.

Please, we are wanderers, not city dwellers. How can we stay a few more days? The tribe has already gone away.

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What's more, the other party is one of the recognized leaders of this wanderer tribe. How could a senior leader suddenly abandon his responsibilities and run away?

Aimen, who was carrying a large bag of second-hand electronic equipment and mechanical parts, also looked at the other party in astonishment. After the four of them got the neutralizer, two of them returned to the tribe, and he stayed to accompany Marsh - but he had no idea what the other party was thinking before he spoke.

"Boss, is it because of what Nandou said yesterday?" He calmed down, but he still got anxious when he spoke: "Please don't get so angry!"

"Yes, I admit that Nan Dou should be a good person and he is quite sincere, but you have also seen it! He has offended both the company and the East Land Republic at the same time!"

Seeing that the others were confused, he lowered his voice and quickly recounted what happened last night.

"Boss, our lives are our own! No matter how powerful he is, he can't beat these two!"

"Nothing is impossible." Marsh just said it, then realized that he had said something wrong, and added: "I have thought about it seriously. I want to try it."

"Even if I am gone, the tribe still has the king and Luo Lan. They are capable of leading us to survive." He said in a deep voice: "You said that our lives are our own, so I want to give it a try."

"What about us?" One of them asked in confusion, "You're going to abandon us in just a few days?"

"I just want to stay here for a few more days." Marsh shook his head and said seriously: "We are still a family, the same family as before. Even if I can't see you for a while, I will not forget you."

“Isn’t this still bullshit!” The other person said with a smile: “The fact is, I drove hundreds of miles to get here, and then my head suddenly said to me, ‘Oh oh oh, my puberty has finally arrived!’, it’s so fucking funny!”

"How can you talk like that!" The person next to him couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Respect your enemy!"

Then he looked at Marsh again: "Boss, have you really thought it through?"

Marsh said simply: "Yeah."

The other party was silent for a long time: "Boss, you know it's impossible for us to stay with you."

"That's real bullshit." Marsh laughed for the first time. He took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and someone immediately helped him light it. "The tribe is so small. I won't let you stay. What will happen to my family if you leave?"

"Then I have nothing to say." He opened his arms and both of them hugged each other tightly: "Head, take care."

"Well, take care."

So they left.

Marsh watched the jeep gradually disappear on the horizon and stopped for a long time before moving again.

He walked towards Baige City behind him, which was a completely different direction from the jeep.

A sacred mountain at a certain moment.

Song Shi sat cross-legged.

I saw the red-gold flames floating around, sometimes condensing into the shapes of swords, spears, and halberds, and sometimes rolling up and breaking like waves. The powerful spiritual energy was perfectly gathered, allowing it to surge in the room without causing any damage.

[Sunlight], [Emperor’s Flowing Juice], [Spirit of the Vermillion Bird].

I have acquired three of the fourth ring's psychic skills, and half of the complete map has been completed.

In the battle of the Sky Data Tower, after enduring the aftermath of the ultimate attacks of Ogden, Zenryu Setsuna, Chakoro and Dwight, and after so much time had passed, Song Shi also gained something - not to mention anything else, if only comparing himself, he is definitely stronger now than he was that day.

——The distance to returning to the peak state of the previous life is getting closer and closer.

"call"

Song Shi let out a light breath and suddenly raised his eyes.

"Are you here?"

He stood up, stretched his arms and legs, drank the remaining half cup of orange juice on the bedside table, and then walked to the door.

At some point, tiny white dots slowly floated towards the city.

This is snowflakes.

In other words, extremely tiny ice crystals.

The lead-gray sea of ​​clouds rose and fell, overlapping countless layers, so thick that it almost made people breathless. In just a few breaths, most of Baige City seemed to fall into the abyss and suddenly became dark.

Change the world.

For [Dayuan], who is in the middle of the fourth ring, this is no longer a question of "can I do it" but "do I want to do it".

It was like a rainstorm at dusk in summer. In the blink of an eye, what was just a few scattered snowflakes suddenly intensified, and fist-sized hailstones fell from the fierce frosty wind that swept through the streets and alleys - this was not the end!

The frosty wind was still getting stronger.

Within a few more breaths, hailstones exploded and scattered into ice fragments all over the sky and the ground. No, to be precise, they were destroyed and crushed by some external force.

It reminds people of the horrific scene of glacier collapse and snow mountain collapse that has existed for tens of thousands of years, which turned into a frosty wind and ice waterfall that covered the sky and the sun, and came here with a loud bang!

"——Evacuated the people early? Good, very good."

The cold wind howled, sweeping away countless ice crystals, which collided, squeezed, and shattered, until a tornado was formed that connected the sky and the earth and was several thousand meters in size.

In the center of the tornado, a heavily armored statue shaped like a god stood tall, with a black lacquer surface and layers of armor. A layer of white frost quickly formed on the spear, and the person holding the spear was a middle-aged man with a gnarled beard and deep eye sockets.

He shook his spear and pointed it at the young man who was as small as a grain of rice below, and spoke in a low voice.

"Although I have military orders, I do not want to commit murder."