Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 194 The Third Ring
Even though it has been deeply involved in the third and fourth zones for several years, Qimingzhe is still inferior to the company in terms of pure firepower network.

A red laser beam with a diameter of half a meter pierced through the air defense network and streaked across the position in an instant, causing a series of explosions. From time to time, missiles passed through the gaps in the air defense network and fell into various fortifications, setting off violent explosions that shook the ground.

So, someone took action.

At the front of the position, on the top of a renovated apartment building.

The man wrapped in cotton clothes withdrew his gaze from the dazzling pillar of fire in the distance, remained silent, and raised his hand.

With him as the center, one black beam after another rose from the ground and into the sky on the nearby streets.

Just like dropping a drop of ink into a cup, the beam of light dissolved and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flowing "liquid" began to spread - it dyed the sky into pure black!
And it’s not just “darkness”.

It looks more like the sky is blocked by something!

——Psionic Skill: [Curtain].

Apart from Chakoro, the Enlightened One is the strongest fighter in the City of Forged Light.

The pinnacle of the third ring, [Truth], "The Shadow of the South", Fast.

With his own strength, he turned most of the position into his home ground.

It can be seen that when this curtain is set up, all the long-range firepower that was not intercepted by the air defense network is blocked by this dark barrier.

Only the surface remains, with ripples rising up.

And the next moment, under the horrific violence, a curtain was violently stirred, and five huge alloy fingers stretched out and tore it apart! Behind the broken curtain, a giant, red-painted head appeared with a grim smile, and then the whole body fell from the air!

"——Fast!!!"

[Nan Yu Heavy Industry], the third ring [Transcendence], special-class pilot, Sado Ashitsu!
It was a mechanical giant nearly twenty-five meters tall.

The whole body is covered with a ghostly blood-red armor, and a blazing energy stream meanders along the lines. The sleeves and gauntlets are made of special alloy armor plates. The iron-colored hands hold a 30-meter-long, violently lit hot-melt wild sword.

The giant warrior wearing a bowl stands proudly, overlooking the world.

Under the effect of his psychic skills, this large mecha, once named "Iron Brave", is now his real body.

In a sense, the "middle-aged man" we see in daily life is just his human interface.

"——Great! Righteousness! Great justice!!!"

Without any hesitation, Sadō Asoto roared, tightly grasped the hot-melt nodachi, and slashed at the tiny Fast in front of him with the force of a city: "——Destroy the enemy!!!"

In front of the terrifying wild sword, the buildings along the way seemed as fragile as toys, falling apart and destroyed in an instant.

Fast finally raised his head.

The man was indifferent and clenched the five fingers of his outstretched right hand.

——Psionic Skills: [Six-sided Shadow]!
Under the curtain, endless shadows rose up and surged out. They entangled with each other, turning into thin black ropes one after another. Like snakes that had been accumulating strength for a long time, they bared their fangs at the giant that was rushing towards them.

Like a beast bound by chains, the warrior giant was still moving forward, but the black ropes wrapped around him suddenly straightened, restricting his pace little by little.

The patterns on the warrior's armor suddenly glowed red, and a terrifying torrent of energy was spewed out. The nearby buildings melted away instantly, but when everything dissipated, most of the black ropes wrapped around his body still remained.

——Psionic Skills: [Transformation between Reality and Virtuality].

For Fast, the "shadow" that should have been illusory has a definite outline and existence.

He can mold it into any shape he wants, or change its properties, making it untouchable and ethereal again.

Looking at the giant warrior who was temporarily restrained, Fast extended another finger.

The dark liquid swirled up and quickly flowed into his fingertips.

The deep fluid mass slowly rotates, compressing, compressing, and compressing again. As if affected by the huge gravity, the air nearby begins to blur.

——Psionic Skills: [The Weight of Ten Thousand Meters].

This time, give Shadow a value of Mass.

Seeing this familiar scene, Sadohashi's sense of crisis warning soared, and he growled: "- Namo Samantabhadra, the sun is shining, and the moon is shining!" The entire armor lit up again, and solemn and majestic Sanskrit words emerged and rose, quickly spreading throughout the body.

Psionic Skills: [Repulsion Field Generating Organ].

Of course, everyone knew that Sadō Jōtō had always stubbornly called him “Mingwang Vajra-hu”.

The next moment, the man yelled to the sky again: "What are you waiting for!"

The gap in the curtain that had just been restored was torn open again, and more than a dozen figures fell from the sky.

Thomas was hanging high in the air, looking down cautiously. On his side, the others separated one by one, either floating in the air or falling to the ground.

With the full support of a giant enterprise, long-term transformation, and the support of top-notch prosthetics, weapons, and intelligent control exoskeleton, he is qualified to enter the battlefield as a non-psychic - a fourth-level unit. This is the limit of a single soldier that can be reached by pure technology without excluding singularity technology.

Fast remained motionless.

At this moment, more than ten figures appeared behind him.

For this moment, Qimingzhe has been drawing high-level combat forces from various branches in the past few years, which can be said to be a serious blow. At present, this part is not all, because the remaining high-level combat forces are also needed to garrison the rest of the areas occupied by Zhuguang City to prevent the company from taking the opportunity to attack.

In the past, there were enough fighters to decide the outcome of a small or medium-sized battlefield, but now there are nearly forty of them gathered here.

For them, even after various reinforcements were made beforehand, the battlefield of only five blocks was too narrow.

——The next moment, this narrow world fell apart from the collision between the two sides!

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"Interesting, very intense fight"

Glancing into the distance, feeling the extremely chaotic psychic fluctuations that could not be concealed, Song Shi was very interested and seemed to comment on it: "This kind of fluctuation, [fragmentation]? It also looks a bit like [bursting], huh? Is this feeling [Thunder Flow]? Not bad, it's used quite beautifully——"

He turned around and looked straight ahead.

"You've come all the way here, why haven't you made a move yet?" Song Shi tilted his head and smiled: "Are you still waiting for everyone to arrive?"

".No."

A shot blew up a flying Enlightened drone, and behind the specially reinforced load-bearing column, a man in combat uniform slowly walked out of the shadows. In his hands, which had long been replaced with prosthetic limbs, were two modified large-caliber pistols.

"Free bounty hunter 'Nan Dou'. No, Song Shi."

The man's scarlet artificial eye was gleaming frighteningly bright, and the veins on his face were bulging. It was obvious that he had been injected with a large dose of strengthening drugs. Even his voice became hoarse: "--You are very strong."

“It’s also pretty cocky,” he said.

"You actually deliberately exposed your position. Are you trying to attract firepower and delay our tactical goal?" The man said, "Huh, you probably don't know how high the priority of your brain is in this operation."

He paused for a moment and couldn't help but look to the side again, at the red-gold pillar of fire that was rising into the sky and still emitting rolling heat waves. The tactical analysis panel clearly indicated that his original armor layer could hardly withstand this level of psychic flames.

——How arrogant.

Fortunately, I had anticipated this and installed high temperature resistant paint and extra cavity carapace.

The two modified pistols were also filled with "zero-degree bullets" that had super-speed freezing and energy inerting effects.

With targeted weapon modules and tactics, the threat posed by psykers will be greatly reduced - just like now.

In terms of hard power, his team is not as good as the "Anfu Axemen" in the video.

——What determines victory or defeat on the battlefield is never just the so-called “hard power”!
Behind him, four more figures walked out.

"Second-level psychics, third-level cyborgs, and people like you who have first-level psychics but rely on cyborgs and equipment to reach the third-level unit assessment as comprehensive talents."

"Well, let's warm up first."

Song Shi shook his head, showing obvious disappointment.

He sighed and said, "I only have one suggestion, say your last words now."

"——The situation is special this time. I am afraid I will not have time for you."

(End of this chapter)