Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 279
The platinum torrent belonging to the solar radiation focusing array has been completely separated.

But the starlight is still rising.

The troposphere was crossed, and the stratosphere was broken through. The thin atmosphere of the mesosphere did not block the starlight for too long. The dazzling stars moved straight forward, as if they were about to touch the end of the sky, the eternally burning sun.

But the stars that separated the torrent and sprinkled the world have already bloomed with infinite brilliance that is no less than the sun at this moment.

"He wants to... destroy the solar radiation focusing array!" The red-haired young man lying on the ground had a stiff expression since the starlight rose in reverse, and suddenly burst into great fear and anger: "Chakoro! How dare you--!"

Deep in the pupil, even with the power of the artificial eye, the outline of the starlight could no longer be seen. It had risen so high that, apart from the still-sprinkling bright sunlight, no one could really see the shape of the star.

Dragging the vast starlight, Chakoro slowly raised his head.

Even though most of it had been separated, the terrifying power from the solar radiation focusing array still left a huge amount of concentrated heat. They were scorching and dazzling, and the incandescent light was so golden that it illuminated the man's burning and cracked face.

But this remaining power is only this much.

He could already see the "macro-state light energy matrix" that had been shrouding the sky above the Rokar Plain for decades and lingering outside the atmosphere. This curtain imprisoned people's sun and put a price tag on it. Large solar sails trembled in the storm of starlight, and the autonomous fleets that guarded them flew out and tried to fight back.

But how could they achieve something that even the "solar radiation focusing array" moved here could not do?

Thus, under people’s hopeful gaze, the starlight that rushed backwards all the way, from beyond the blurred vision, at the end of the sky, launched a crusade towards the final goal—

"——This false starry sky cannot be broken by you."

A blurry hand emerges from outside the atmosphere.

The indifferent voice spread in the vacuum, and it was a vague, barely recognizable human silhouette. It stood quietly outside the atmosphere, overlooking the planet below.

It is not very tall, and compared to the astronomical scale of a planet, even the description of "particle" is an exaggeration.

But at this moment.

When it stepped out and appeared, the dazzling platinum torrent and the vast starlight that was moving backwards dimmed at the same time in front of a greater existence. The eternal and quiet boundless deep space became a stage set up just for it, and the light of the entire world gathered on its tiny posture.

It raised its hand and pressed it down.

Unparalleled power descended upon the planet below. The supreme psychic power that could not even be described as “terrible”, as consciousness passed, turned into a force capable of overturning the world.

The Rockall Plain, a vast land of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers once known as "fertile land", fell into an unprecedented silence nine minutes after the rising of the new sun.

Whether it was the cloud storage server matrix in the company's cleanroom or the data tablet casually thrown on the sofa in the bedroom, all electronic devices on the Rockal Plain stopped working for four seconds at the same time. Then came consciousness.

It was a "disappearance" many times more complete than the blackouts caused by excessive drinking or the amnesia caused by a severe blow to the brain.

The time in the upper left corner of the artificial eye's field of vision also stopped moving. Except for a very small number of people, most people in the Rockal Plain had four seconds permanently lost from their lives - because they had no memory of this period, and even realizing it was difficult for them to do so.

"This is……"

The Lapis Lazuli's body suddenly lost the signal and fell downwards briefly. However, at this moment, Song Shi had no time to care about it. He suddenly raised his head, and with his eyes bleeding, he looked up at the sky. He showed an expression of disbelief, but also had an uncontrollable joy: "——The throne of God?!"

If you look down from the outer layer of the planet, you can see it clearly.

Above the Rokar Plain, under the infinite force, a counter-rotating vortex appeared on the surface of the atmosphere. On an astronomical scale, this vortex, which does not seem to be very large, will cause aftermath that will exceed all the huge storms formed naturally and affect the climate of nearly half of the planet.

The roaring sound of waves came from afar, rolling with the rolling clouds.

".boring."

In the deepest part of the majestic and sacred palace, brass candlesticks lit up at the same time, illuminating the throne at the end of the silver stairs behind.

Under the cover of the solemn crown, the middle-aged man's face was bright and dark. He supported his face with his fist, raised his eyes, and then extended his index finger.

Thus, the aftermath of the storm spreading from far away decomposed, dissipated and collapsed in silence, until finally, when it actually touched the territory of the empire, only a light breeze blowing across the earth remained.

In the east, in an unobservable "ocean", it seemed to have sensed something, and a consciousness rose briefly, then sank again after a few breaths, without any further expression: "The time of the great catastrophe has not yet arrived."

In the ideal utopia, at the top of "Eden", on the eternally suspended island in the sky, a figure suddenly appeared. He looked quietly in the direction of the source of the storm, seemingly without any movement, but arcs of light flashed around him.

But among all those who cast their gazes, only one was in shock.

"The world line has shifted?" Someone whispered to himself at the top of the tower in the dimensional gap opened up in the deepest part of the aerospace mothership, staring blankly at the broken strings between his fingers. The eyes covered with white gauze slowly shed scarlet tears.

And at the beginning of it all.

"Very good. No, very good." Outside the atmosphere, the vague outline seemed a little surprised. It glanced at the cracked palm, nodded slightly, and gave an undisguised praise: "You are worthy of being our 'balance'."

"Chakoro Vaughan - since you can take my blow, how about I promise you a city in seven years?"

It praised and declared without allowing any disobedience: "I am waiting for the day when you ascend to the throne and rise again."

But now, you are not qualified to stand here.

When the lost consciousness reconnected, most people were unaware. They only knew that they were still looking at the sky, no different from the last second. The only thing that changed was the scene reflected in the depths of their pupils.

The platinum torrent that filled the sky not long ago has completely dissipated.

then.

Under the expectant gaze of many people.

Eleven minutes after the rising sun, at the end of the sky, slowly went out like a candle being extinguished.

(End of this chapter)