Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 122 Philosopher's Stone: Curse of Poison
Temperature: 23℃, air humidity 32%, wind speed 7.9m/s, wind direction SSE-19°, tilt correction.
Lines of data appeared in the high-precision sight worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, constantly changing.

With the help of the implant, Quemu suppressed his breathing and heart rates to the limit, and lay prone on the ground without a single tremor.

He had remained in this position for more than twelve hours.

At this moment, he was in the jungle of an artificial landscape mountain, seven miles away from the First Research Institute.

They had sneaked in here late at night to set up the place. Under the "curtain" formed by the heat shielding blanket and optical camouflage equipment was a fully deployed "Giant War" heavy Gauss sniper rifle that was nearly two and a half meters long.

After an unknown amount of time, this terrifying weapon of war once again showed its full strength. With the power of two special "battery modules" and a "secondary electromagnetic acceleration" device, as well as the enhancement of some temporary components, the performance of the "Giant War" far exceeded its usual state.

The most intuitive initial shooting speed has reached eleven times the speed of sound.

At the same time, the psychic energy of the first ring [Truth] was stimulated to the limit. The depths of Quemu's pupils lit up slightly, and through the medium of the high-precision sight, he peeked into the First Research Institute at the moment.

——No, it’s more than that.

Quemu's right eye was facing the sight, while his left eye was staring at a small screen mounted on a huge battlefield. The space on the entire screen was divided into a large number of small blocks, and the picture of each block was constantly changing, as if its owner was moving at high speed.

Before the members of the Enlightened Ones who chose to participate in Operation Moth officially entered the First Research Institute, their artificial eyes would download a program. The only effect of this program was to share the images in the eyes with the sparrow eyes in real time through the zero-delay data channel built by the Flash Star.

So, the sparrow "saw".

--boom!

The fighter retreated again.

A piercing vibration sounded sharply, but before the sound rang out, more than ten scratches broke through the air, completely covering the fighter!
This tall body made of a special alloy, at this moment, was like a lone sail in the sea under this violent attack, constantly retreating and making a teeth-grinding twisting sound.

On top of the biological reproductive suit [Hundred-foot Pavilion] that completely covered Gabey, more than ten roots stretched out slowly in the air, winding around his body for ten meters.

These, whose scientific name is "parasitic pavilions", were originally biological modules that served as simple detection organs. However, after being completely integrated with Gabe and strengthened by psychic skills, they have become veritable weapons of war. Each root can launch a sonic strike and easily cut through steel.

The fighter shouldn't be in such a mess.

The sonic strikes of these roots are indeed terrifying, but with the dual protection of "repulsive field" and "heavy armor plate", the former cannot break through the fighter's defense in a short time.

just.

While these light grey roots were slashing, Gaboy was also launching an attack!
Dodging the falling electric halberd, the man, who had completely turned into an inhuman creature, punched out from the air pierced by plasma!
The "repulsive force field" that was strong enough to resist ordinary rifle bullets only stopped it for a moment before it broke through.

The five fingers covered with silver-grey chitinous edges and corners, looking ferocious and violent, clenched together and rammed into the fighter's abdomen without hesitation.

Psionic Skills: [Blunt Impact]!
There was no loud noise as expected.

It's as if time has frozen.

The fighter's abdominal armor plate first dented, then cracks appeared inch by inch, and broken pieces of armor bulged up one after another, then all cracked and turned into flying fragments!
The terrifying force even spread to the deepest part of the exoskeleton, causing the short-haired man who was inside the life support device with countless tubes connected to his back to turn pale instantly and spit out blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

Someone suddenly fired a shot to save the situation, but the bullet was directly bounced away by the network of roots. Only a red laser that had been storing energy for a long time successfully hit Gaboy, leaving a shocking burn mark on his shoulder.

Then, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Psionic Skill: [Regeneration].

The simplest and purest ability, but "simple" never means "useless".

And the next moment, even more powerful firepower poured down on the person who fired the shooter!

It was the "Ice Type" troops that came with Gaboy.

They either sneered, were indifferent, or licked their lips. Outside the battlefield between Gabai and the fighters, they exchanged fire with the other Enlightened Ones and even suppressed the latter to a certain extent.

Quemu's index finger was tightly gripping the trigger, making it ready to fire at any time.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed all emotions, and stared at the sight and the screen.

This is not the right time.

You only have one chance.

——Three days ago, Alnan found himself alone.

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"Quemu Juniper, I only need you to do one thing for the entire 'Moth Operation'." "I hope this situation won't happen, but I have to make a plan." He stared at himself and said slowly: "After the Moth Operation officially begins, once Gabe realizes something is wrong and rushes to the First Research Institute - I need you to hit him with this 'Philosopher's Stone'."

".Philosopher's Stone?" Quemu was stunned for a moment: "What is that?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is what you psychics call it. It is said to be a crystal produced by extracting souls, mixing them, and solidifying them. I don't know its nature either. I am just repeating it." Arnan shook his head slightly: "But one thing is certain, this 'Philosopher's Stone' can cause effective damage to Gabey."

He took out an alloy box from his arms and opened it carefully.

Amid the rising mist is a glass tube filled with amber liquid, in which a gorgeous burgundy, thumb-sized crystal is quietly suspended.

When he saw it for the first time, Quemu suddenly realized that this was indeed a product of some kind of psychic power. It could indeed cause harm to Gaboy!

Because under the gaze of Quemu, even with the barrier of amber liquid, this so-called "Philosopher's Stone" still gave him an extremely uncomfortable and even depressing feeling.

It's like the materialization of resentment
".Curse poison."

Subconsciously, Quemu murmured.

Arnan was slightly startled upon seeing this, and then he slowly began to laugh: "Sure enough, you psychics are indeed somewhat unreasonable."

"You are right. The type of this Philosopher's Stone is 'Cursed Poison'." He paused and said, "This is also Cornelia's relic."

Without giving Quemu more time to be stunned, Alnan explained directly.

"When Gabey first transferred to Palose, Cornelia evaluated the combat power. In the case of a head-on battle, she believed that her chances of winning were no more than 30%. But our power had already reached a bottleneck. If we wanted to move forward, we would inevitably alert Emerald Pharmaceuticals and engage in a head-on battle."

"So." Quemu asked in a low voice.

"So Cornelia applied to the headquarters of the Enlightened Ones and obtained this 'Cursed Poison Bomb' made of the Philosopher's Stone, or in other words, a weapon against psychic attacks." Arnan shook his head: "You've also experienced what happened later. Before she and I figured out how to use this 'Cursed Poison Bomb' to ambush and kill Gabey, Rorik betrayed us. We suffered heavy losses, and Cornelia died in the battle while protecting us."

Arnan stared at the person in front of him.

"In the worst case scenario, try to limit Gabe's performance until we get the data from the host."

"——This is your only mission, Quemu."

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That's my mission.

Quemu thought.

He remained motionless.

Even with the assistance of "Giant War" and his own psychic powers, Qili was already at the maximum distance for hitting Gaboyi - it was not because the range was not enough, but because he was not sure that Gaboyi would not be able to react.

And a little closer.
A third-ring [transcendence] had an intuition about danger and didn't dare to take the risk.

at last.

When Gaboy punched the fighter in the abdomen again and then spread his five fingers, intending to pull the fighter out of the exoskeleton, the latter roared for the first time since the start of the war!

boom!
The power of the exoskeleton armor was increased to an unprecedented limit. At this moment, the fighter did not retreat or evade, but stepped forward, released his hands from the electric halberd, and suddenly closed them, hugging Gaboy tightly!
It was like tying up a giant beast with an iron net.

Almost instantly, a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting was heard, and the fighter's hands suddenly swelled as if they were about to be torn apart bit by bit.

"Do you really want to die?"

On Gaboyi's chest, a faint light bloomed in the gaps between the spiral armor. His voice was cold, and his five fingers completely broke through the defense, and he was about to pinch the fighter's head.

The next moment, a burst of light flashed across the sky.

The walls of the research institute shattered, and a striking vacuum air ring dragged in the air. The gorgeous burgundy color instantly crossed a distance of seven miles and roared towards Gaboy in the fighter's arms!
Several roots were triggered by the stress and turned into a bulletproof network again to try to cut. But this time, the moment they touched the "cursed poison bullet", these roots appeared dry and rotten, drooping powerlessly, unable to resist.

Gabai lowered his head slightly and saw that a wine-red crystal on his shoulder had dissipated and turned into a lingering dark light, which began to rapidly sink into his limbs and bones.

Then, there was the belated roar of the gas explosion.

--boom!

(End of this chapter)