Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 516 Isidore Siniti

"So, psykers have become Terra's way of quenching its thirst with poison."

Song Shi rubbed his brows and said, "The Heavenly Dao has been destroyed too many times, leaving only a vague consciousness that longs for continuation. It is absorbing our vitality every moment to fill the wound of the Heaven, which is equivalent to a bottomless black hole."

"Why do you like to misuse idioms so much? It can't be said that you are drinking poison to quench your thirst, it can only be said that you have no choice." Isidore tilted his head: "But your understanding is really strong. Yes, psychic power has awakened Terra's vague consciousness, it is like a drowning person grabbing the only rope, because of this medium, the object of its absorption is naturally placed on 'psychics' like us."

"So the life span of non-psychics is hardly affected, but psychics feel that they are subtly affected by Terra's gravity from the moment they awaken their psychic powers." Song Shi sighed slowly: "The [knowledge barrier] you just mentioned is this, right?"

"People who live in darkness all day long cannot imagine what light looks like. Just like we would not question why there is air on Terra, and why it has been subject to this gravitational attraction from the very beginning, so that psykers would not even realize that their life force is being absorbed."

"That's absolutely right." Isidore shook his long hair. "According to my assessment, if a psyker with your talent awakens outside of Terra, he only needs the third ring. Then, after staying on Terra for a while, he should be able to discover the abnormal speed of life force loss."

"I have another additional question." Song Shi crossed his fingers: "Over the years, there have been so many sublimations, true spirits, and even thrones like you. The vitality absorbed by Terra is not negligible even for planets, but the situation does not seem to have improved at all."

Isidore asked back, "When you eat a sandwich, can you absorb all the calories listed on the packaging?"

"I've said it before. Terra's psychic power is only half-baked, and her consciousness has collapsed many times. She is just acting sporadically out of instinct." Isidore said calmly, "The way it absorbs energy will cause huge losses. Besides, the speed at which it absorbs energy may not be as fast as the losses caused by the war."

"With your understanding, you shouldn't have such doubts. It seems that you are not as calm as you appear."

"To remain calm when encountering anything is a state that only dead people have." Song Shi leaned back and said disapprovingly: "If I am not moved at all by such a huge truth, wouldn't that be more humorous?"

"Thank you very much. You have solved a puzzle in my heart." Song Shi put one hand on the table: "As for long lifespan, we are now limited by Terra, but the psychics thousands of years ago could not do that, right?"

Isidore nodded slightly: "Even if it is the same psychic skill, there are big differences between the first version thousands of years ago and the modern version."

The "furnace stomach" of the path of [transcendence], in the early stage, only considers the simple functionality, that is, being able to smelt ore in the body, and does not care about rejection, mutual exclusivity, subsequent strengthening, etc. It is like an athlete who takes doping. Although he can make his strength good, this strength will never be maintained for a long time, and there is even a risk of premature death or sudden death.

"The path comes from day-to-day improvement. The first priority of a psychic is always to maintain strength in the present moment. Extending life is something that is developed slowly."

Isidore raised his right hand slightly, his five powerful fingers faintly shining: "How magnificent! The path of psychics like us."

"There is no doubt that this is the truth." Then, Song Shi chewed on the word: "War——"

"The existence of psychic energy once caused the world's technological development to stagnate, and sometimes even forced civilization to start all over again. But we eventually developed and reached an incredible level today."

Isidore leaned back, letting his chair rock slightly. "Looking at Terra's history, the Seven Lands War was not necessarily the most extensive. But with the new era's technology and the peak synergy of psychic power, its intensity was too terrifying. Forty percent of the land was turned into wasteland, which is one of the manifestations of this."

"Restoring the wasteland ecology is the basic national policy of Yenan." Song Shi turned his attention back and said sincerely: "To be honest, when I was a child and took history classes, I thought that wasteland was rotten and it was impossible to repair it."

"Children are immature and ignorant, and their understanding of the world is shallow." Isidore pointed this out mercilessly: "Repairing the wasteland is not as difficult as you think, but it is certainly not simple either."

"I've estimated that if the world works together, in eighty years at the latest, I can make the wasteland disappear completely and return Terra to the way it was before the Seven Earths War." Isidore thought for a second: "Well, no, better than before the war."

"It's clear that the world will neither get its act together nor have 80 years to spare."

Song Shi pointed this out just as ruthlessly.

"I'm kind of starting to like the way you talk."

Isidore raised the corner of his mouth.

"A new war, another 'Seven Lands War', is waiting for us."

When she said this, the woman placed one hand on the table. It didn't look like she was relaxing, but more like she was pressing down on something.

It was also at this moment that, from Song Shi's perception, unparalleled majesty silently flowed out from the existence in front of him with a human figure.

The founder of Ye Nan, the ultimate victor of the Seven Lands War, the throne of Truth, the psychic crowned as the "King of All", had already made preparations.

"Just a small question, what about those psychics who tried to tear down Terra?" Song Shi snapped his fingers.

"Actually, there have been some, but in history, such guys have been killed by others. In the final analysis, we love Terra."

"Aren't you going to ask that question?"

After a brief silence, Isidore looked at the young man: "Everyone who knows this from me will ask that question. Even if they already know the answer in their hearts." There was a moment of silence, and then Song Shi grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"——Then why don't you put aside the dispute and wait for Terra to be repaired? Even if it's not for anything else, just to extend your life."

Isidore's face, which was mostly cold, showed approval from that moment on.

"Yeah. Why not do that?"

Isidore pushed his chair aside and stood up.

"What we psychics pursue is nothing but our own self." She grabbed the axe with her hand and pulled it up with a little force: "If you just want to live longer, why don't you just turn yourself into a stone?"

Song Shi stretched hard, left the table and stood up.

"We are raising our spiritual power in order to carry out our own will. Of course, living longer is great, but if we sacrifice ourselves for the sake of living longer." The young man put two fingers together, feeling the temperature of the heavy killing blade: "Putting the cart before the horse, it's ridiculous."

"I was doing well in the law business and opened my own big firm. My professional qualities are impeccable, and I have the psychic power of the third ring. Even the local president has to be extremely careful with me and dare not slack off in the slightest."

The long table and chairs have been lowered back into the ground.

The spotless and smooth ground reflected the fluttering gray-white long hair.

"Then the Seven Lands War began. It was truly devastating and shocking. In front of a mad world, even I could only protect myself, and even protecting the people around me seemed a stretch."

"I guess this 'power of self-preservation only' won't last long."

Song Shi’s voice rang out.

"After all, my talent is too high."

Arrogant words came out of Isidore's mouth, but there was no pride on her face, only a matter-of-fact look.

"I was just angry at first. The crazy Vanpussta Empire and those damned giant companies destroyed countries and forces one after another. Endless wars broke out, easily destroying everything I once had, my office, my lazy subordinates and friends, and the custom coffee machine I just bought."

The woman paced back and forth, turning her wrists and spinning the halberd in her palms a few times, and the air made a mournful cry as if it could not bear the weight.

"I want revenge. I want revenge. I want my anger to be more than just anger. I want to make those bastards feel the refinement of fire and blood."

"There is no doubt that I was extremely successful. I slaughtered batch after batch of enemies. No one could stop me. As for whether they were good or bad, who cared? I killed the two grand dukes of the empire and nailed the president of a giant company to death in his office in public."

Isidore's voice paused here, and then suddenly slowed down.

"I killed a lot of people, and I saved a lot of people. To be honest, I never thought of saving most of the latter. At most, I just saved them. Can you understand? Indirectly, by the way, and in conjunction with them."

"Then, some people began to use my name and tried to follow me. How ridiculous! Who am I? Who are they? Do they have the delusion of wanting to be my companion?"

Isidore's face was filled with indifference: "The most ridiculous thing is that there are more and more such ridiculous people. They follow me, recommend me, trust me and love me."

"They are equally angry, but how can anger give birth to such sincere love?"

The steps stopped.

A madman who was determined to practice his own truth with "victory", an extremely powerful man who had fought all over the world and had few rivals, and a psychic who ascended to the throne of God from endless wars.

The Lord of Wuzong, the Emperor served by the Justice Army, the undisputed Patriarch of the Salmon Rhodes Clan, the Pope of the Fenghao Religion, the Supreme Leader of the Haita Trade... the source of everything, the original founder of the country called "Yenan".

The dragged halberd twisted and raised, with the tip of the sword pointing forward.

"I will take over the world."

“The Lord of All,” Isidore Siniti, proclaimed.

"I will not allow anyone else to interfere with Terra's future."

(End of this chapter)