Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 250 Destined Death
Most of his face had been completely burned, revealing the steel-like bones underneath. His silver hair fluttered wildly, shattering the nearby burning wind.

The divine armor that had been baptized by seven levels of prayer and holy anointing shattered, and the steel sword and iron wings that once crisscrossed the sky and divided the four domains, the last sharp feather was burned nineteen minutes ago.

After more than thirty years of experience and countless life-and-death duels, the steel-cast holy body that has reached the pinnacle of the fourth ring no longer has the devastating power that judged all rebels in the past.

In the burn marks left by the flames that burned everything, cracks had already spread all over the holy body, a symbol of approaching collapse.

Even the description of "near death" can be considered lenient. The woman's breath has fallen to the absolute bottom. It is hard to imagine why she can still move.

But her aura, at this moment, was even more heroic than at her peak in the past.

The most extraordinary psychic of this generation in the Empire, he had been ordained as the Grand Inquisitor ten years ago, and had exterminated countless rebels, heretics, and negative entities with his own body. He was an supreme being known as the "Holy Judge", a psychic who had rejected the "God's Choice" four times, a great achiever of the "Transcendence", and the successor personally promised by the Emperor in the palace.

The woman simply raised her head, her exposed jaw trembling with a click, her majestic and delicate face still showing the indifference of the past, only her grey eyes, bursting with an unbridled smile.

She grabbed the holy sword of steel - after the previous crazy collision, the latter had been almost shattered, the sword body broke into two pieces, the hilt burned, the tsuba shattered, and the guard collapsed.

Those ten fingers covered with burn marks and looking white and bony, at this moment, it would be more accurate to say that she was just clenching the last piece of the broken sword blade, cutting her palm, crushing the bones and skin of her forearm, and slashing forward in the overflowing, mercury-like blood plasma!

Song Shi suddenly opened his eyes.

Thoughts slowed down thousands of times in an instant, everything seemed to be still, and time stopped at this moment.

——The broken sword edge stopped in the air in front of him.

In the reflection of his pupils, the quiet space and magnificent starry sky belonging to the Tao disappeared, and instead, there was a sky covered with burning flames and deep cuts, almost collapsing and overturning due to the collision of two completely different but equally terrifying spiritual energies.

The earth also sank, and the mountains that had been formed over thousands of years were wiped out in the aftermath of the psychic energy. Only a few remaining red-gold embers dyed the broken earth with a few other colors.

Song Shi was not unfamiliar with this scene.

It is also impossible for him to forget the most exciting and exhilarating battle in his life.

A wild smile appeared on Song Shi's face, but the next moment, he found that he was not "smiling".

My whole body felt like it was trapped in a cement box that was about to solidify, or like an ant trapped in amber, unable to move an inch, not even my pupils could move. The thought of "laughing" became just a thought.

And time begins to flow again.

The broken sword edge carried the edge that could destroy everything, and with the last will, it pushed forward. Nothing could stop her. Under the young man's gaze, even if he slowed down his thoughts thousands of times, he could not catch the sword edge that was bursting forward inch by inch.

All colors dimmed at this moment, and the only color in the world was the increasingly blooming sword edge.

The sense of crisis of death is stronger than ever before.

But compared to the so-called death, the meaning of "defeat" makes psychics more angry.

Then, the sword's edge suddenly slowed down.

At some point, a hand pressed on the broken sword blade.

From the low hum of steel.

Before the sword was about to hit the target, it was grasped bit by bit. It was Song Shi's five fingers. Under the extremely sharp cutting, countless fine cracks appeared on the five fingers, and burning blood was dripping everywhere.

——But it still cannot be completely resisted!
Under the long burning flames, the steel color of the woman's hands has melted away.

With her face mostly burned, she looked down at the man lying on the ground. Holding the blade in one hand and pressing the other on the broken section, she sank down inch by inch in a slow and irresistible manner as the man's five fingers clenched tightly.

Touching the chest.

Penetrate into the heart.

Even when it was on the verge of collapse, the sword's destructive power could no longer be contained, and as it broke, it poured out in all directions without distinguishing between friend and foe. The ten fingers, five fingers, and both sides holding it all endured the sword's cutting equally.

But neither side cared at all.

Three inches.

The sword's tip shattered the flames. Two inches.

The will clears away any excess impurities.

One inch.

One inch.
One inch.

When the broken sword was about to break through the last inch, it found that it could not advance even a little bit.

"Renata Clemens..."

The five fingers that were almost crushed into powder, in an incomprehensible way, still maintained a barely defined outline. And in the tightening of this outline, the sword edge that could cut through anything, cut through anything, and destroy anything was stagnant.

It seemed as if there was a red-gold fire flowing, and Song Shi's pupils were terribly bright at this moment. The young man's body became more and more active, and the amber-like solidification not long ago quickly faded away like frost and snow in the fire.

Song Shi’s left hand tightly grasped the sword tip that was pressing against his heart.

The young man slowly raised his right hand and stroked the other's forehead.

Without raising his head, he could gaze into the other person's face and eyes.

他 说:

"——How dare you be above me?!"

Song Shi laughed wildly, and amidst the shrill roar, he crushed the sword blade with one hand, and the right hand that was pressing on the opponent's forehead opened, grabbed the head with five fingers, and smashed it backwards!

Using it as a point of force, he suddenly leaped up with the young man, and the postures of both parties suddenly changed in an instant!
That is, at the same moment.

At the moment when Song Shi was about to hit the opponent, the latter's entire body shattered into pieces and turned into countless flying light points. Even the environment that was originally like a natural disaster began to blur like an illusion and quickly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, the quiet space belonging to the Tao reappeared before our eyes.

The starry sky remains as magnificent as ever.

Until a burst of laughter suddenly broke the silence.

The laughter was very small at first, like someone laughing softly, but soon, the laughter began to grow louder, louder and louder, until it finally became unbridled, wanton laughter that echoed in the space.

"Renata, is that really you?"

Song Shi murmured the name, as if he was chewing on it, or as if he was recalling something.

In the end, all of this turned into an irrepressible smile of surprise on the young man's face: "Destined death. This is 'destined death'? This is my destined death?"

"And I seem to have died on it." Song Shi stretched out his hand and looked at the countless fine cracks on it that were gradually disappearing: "It's really a wonderful experience."

--"seem".

In my memory, the last battle in my previous life was indeed a fight with Renata. The two sides fought fiercely. If we break it down into each part and each stage, there were winners and losers. However, when the battle reached the final moment, all these became meaningless impurities and were no longer worth any judgment.

They will perish together, enter extinction together, and turn into irreversible ashes. Only the fate of both parties can be determined by themselves.

But now, he was inexplicably alive, and even reborn 20 years ago, and even his "destined death" had not changed. Was his fate still the same as in his previous life?
Then Song Shi sneered.

".Destiny?" He shook his head and glanced at the starry sky above: "Does this kind of thing also think it can determine the future?"

"I will personally see through the truth of these 'I's." The young man raised his hand, as if clenching something, and declared: "I will shatter all the so-called 'destiny'."

"But... now."

After stepping into the third ring, feeling the new, strange yet familiar spiritual energy flowing through his body, Song Shi smiled softly.

"——It's time to destroy the glory of those new gods first."

(End of this chapter)