Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 245: Parallel New Religion and Power
Dawo was stunned for a moment.

Hey. Am I playing Nandou?
Song Shi, the star figure of Enlightened Ones, is also worth killing.

At this moment, Dawo really wished he could say, "How dare you disobey me, who has two million fans on the Internet?"

But the man's reason locked him firmly.

Dawo knelt down without hesitation and opened his mouth to say something. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it was probably about begging for mercy.

But just before the man was about to open his mouth, a blinding fire suddenly lit up in front of him, burning all the words that had not yet been uttered to ashes!
Song Shi just raised his hand.

A torrent of red-gold flames gushed out instantly, lingering between the five fingers, and in less than half a second, it emitted a huge stream of red gold, transforming into a majestic tide of flames that rolled down towards the man.

It was like the sun falling into the earth.

As the flames rose, the scorching heat waves swept in all directions. Within the area with a radius of one hundred meters, the thick layer of frost that had accumulated for who knows how many years melted in an instant.

No, not "melted".

Under the terrifying spiritual flames, these filthy ice and frost with yellow and black scales clearly skipped the "melting" process and directly "sublimated" into gas!
The dirt that had accumulated over the years was burned away as the frost layer sublimated, leaving only pure, dense steam that filled the sky.

——Without normal temperature rise, sewage flows everywhere after the frost melts.

With just a gesture, this strike burned away all the dirt nearby, making the frost fade away, and transformed into an unprecedented, dry and comfortable pure land.

Then, the five fingers turn over.

Those invincible and raging flames, under a will that could not be disobeyed, all rushed towards the right hand. Because of their huge size and fast speed, from a distance it looked like a red-gold storm vortex that was engulfing all the flames and condensing them into the five fingers.

And this moment.

These five fingers were coming towards him at a speed that seemed slow, but impossible to avoid!

Will he die?
Will die!
Dawo's hair stood on end. He no longer cared about begging for mercy and tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power.

——Psionic Skills: [Return]!
——Psionic Skills: [Compression]!
——Psionic Skills: [Solidity Granting]!
call.

Like a whale swallowing suddenly, the steam that was originally rising and scattered in the air suddenly gathered together and converged in front of Dawo. He opened his hands in a slightly stiff posture, with his ten fingertips touching each other.

Water flow.

A large amount of completely transparent water burst out of thin air, and instantly mixed with the steam, constantly compressing and condensing, turning into an extremely flat and smooth "mirror" of more than ten square meters.

Yes, "mirror".

Under the power of psychic energy, the water was clearly still flowing, but it seemed to be solid. All the ripples on the surface were smoothed out, giving off a cold and hard glass-like color.

Then, as Dawo watched.

This defense method that had once protected itself from a company battle zone under hail of bullets, even before it was completely touched, the "mirror" surface suddenly began to boil, and the original smoothness disappeared in an instant -

The next moment, when the five fingers actually fell, they easily burned through the "mirror".

Facing the horrible burning sensation, Dawo closed his eyes and pretended to be waiting for death.

"——Okay, stop pretending."

Just before the man was about to be burned, Song Shi calmly turned his right hand and pinched his five fingers together casually.

As he moved, the horrible burning heat that had just swept around him suddenly faded away, as if it were an illusion.

The last wisp of flame dissipated between fingers.

"You know I won't really kill you, so why do you have to act funny and try to please others so that you can beg for mercy?"

"Ahaha." Unable to tell whether it was caused by the high temperature or being too nervous, Dawo opened his eyes with sweat all over his face: "What?"

"If you stalk or scam a celebrity offline, even if the other party shoots the paparazzi, the most you can do is pay some credit points. You have the second ring of spiritual power to protect yourself, so you won't die immediately, but if the other party files a lawsuit against you, you won't get away with it either, and you'll have to pay a heavy price."

"So the person you are looking for is specially selected, and usually both parties have to communicate in advance and decide on a general scenario. Since you dared to come to me after recognizing me, you must have assessed the risk based on my personality profile and thought that I would not kill you, so you showed up."

Seeing that the other party had just spoken out his entire thought process, Dawo broke out in a cold sweat and managed a forced smile: "Yes, what I thought was similar to what you said. But to be honest, who can really fully trust the evaluation and analysis of personality profiles? I did come to you with the idea of ​​taking a risk."

"Then I should praise your courage, or your fearlessness of death?" Song Shi tilted his head.

"Well, for people like us, if we don't have any life left, then we are no different from being dead. It's a slow death."

Dawo smiled bitterly and sighed: "Who will care about you if you are dead? If you want to have a good life, then our lives must be put at the back of the priority list."

"You are quite dedicated, that's fine." Song Shi didn't comment: "Guess why I did it?" "Uh."

When he mentioned this, Dawo began to sweat again. He considered his words carefully and said, "What do you mean by following you? It was my fault."

Of course he knew why.

Being followed along the street for no apparent reason would make even an ordinary person angry, let alone a psychic with an opposing stance! The other party didn't kill me just now, it must be because I didn't lick the company's ass in the past and accumulated a good reputation!
As Dawo spoke, he continued to observe the other person's expression.

He thought about it again and again, and finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "Well, if you are still not satisfied, I know I am used to fighting! In this way, I am willing to fight with you, just hoping that you will hold back a little bit."

His voice gradually became quieter.

Song Shi was silent for a moment.

"……you?"

He looked at the man in front of him, and his tone became strange: "Come on, you are just a fake, you can't resist even if you change to a normal second ring. Okay, stop talking about this kind of inexplicable stuff."

——【Dayuan】Path, the peak of the second ring.

But the moment the two sides met, Song Shi had already recognized the truth.

This "Dawo" is the most typical [Dust Contract Generation] psychic.

Cultivate a large number of believers who believe in you, purify and refine their latent spiritual energy, and transform it into your own strength. This "convenient" way to increase your strength was born thousands of years ago, and its most common form of existence is religion.

And now.

As a giant enterprise in advertising media, social entertainment, news and digital content production, [Dust Contract Generation] has a vast amount of virtual idols, artists, digital companions, well-known IPs and other content. On this basis, they use big data analysis, user portraits, emotional and mental guidance and control to cater to fans in a targeted manner and have created many "new religions."

The most common "new religion" is the fan club.

——Regard [fans] as [believers], and you can also take this path of improvement!
[Dust Contract Generation] has invested huge amounts in this path and has conducted in-depth research, publishing a large number of related papers every year. It can be said that this is one of the fundamental bases on which they rely for survival.

Obviously, as a big blogger under his jurisdiction, "Dawo" was given open permissions to teach relevant rituals, ceremonies and application methods.

The effect is certainly gratifying. Relying on his two million fans across the entire network, over the past few years, "Dawo" has raised his spiritual power to the peak of the second ring, which is quite impressive.

——The shortcomings are also obvious.

weak.

Even the ancient gods and Buddhas, high-level psychics who had made real achievements in psychic powers, would worry about how to purify the latent psychic power of their believers as much as possible and transform it completely into their own strength, for they were afraid of being entangled by too much wish power.

But "Dawo" is completely different.

He didn't consider the consequences and purification at all, and focused on treating his fans as his family, absorbing and accepting everything that came. This second-ring peak spiritual energy was indeed large enough, but the purity was ridiculously low, mixed with a lot of messy things.

In addition, he himself had no interest in fighting, so when faced with a situation where he needed to fight, he would leave his consciousness in the background and hand over his body to the tactical chip in his skull provided by the [Dust Contract Generation], relying only on several sets of combat strategies preset in it.

The two are superimposed.

In terms of real combat power, the "Big Wo" in front of him could not be compared with himself, let alone Dennis, the senior executive specialist at Paloseri who drove an exoskeleton armor. He might not be his opponent.

With this spiritual power at the peak of the second level, he can only commit crimes on the streets.

Whenever he encounters an expert, or even does not need an expert, as long as he has an ordinary third-level unit with acceptable combat skills, he can put Dawo in a tough fight.

It’s just that the [Dust Contract Generation] doesn’t care.

The power they give to the former is indeed not strong.

But you can also protect yourself.

Self-preservation is enough.

For the Dust Contract Generation, for the corporate principles on which they depend for survival.

The value of a big blogger with two million followers is far higher than that of a second-ring psychic.

Strength represents power.

Too much power...

It will make people disobedient.

(End of this chapter)