Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 657 Disaster
Ai Lu observed for a while, stepped back a dozen steps, and stood at the outermost edge.

"All stop."

Just when the tense atmosphere was gradually freezing the air, someone spoke up.

It’s an old man.

Hearing this, several people paused slightly, and the armed priest looked at the other party in disbelief. He knew the old man's character well. He could not find fault with even the most stringent doctrines. He was a judge who was so standard that he was almost old-fashioned.

He thought he had followed the doctrine well enough, but in the past, some of his actions were sometimes criticized by the other party, like when he saved the life of that down-and-out worker a few days ago, but at this moment the other party called a halt. Called a halt to them who were ready to sacrifice themselves!
Even though they had enough respect for "Master Samuel", at this moment, several people still maintained the actions at hand.

"—I said, stop everything."

A heavy muffled sound interrupted all thoughts, and the end of the holy chainsaw spear in the old man's hand slammed down to the ground.

"Mr. Nandou." He looked directly at the other party and said slowly: "You seem to know our country quite well. You should be aware of the harm caused by disasters - it will not benefit you, New Yalomon Bay, or the Enlightened Ones in any way."

Song Shi shrugged: "I am born to hurt others without benefiting myself."

Hearing this, the old man was silent for a moment, pretending not to hear: "In return, you will receive the friendship of the empire."

"Friendship?" Song Shi repeated: "Me? Friendship from the Empire?"

He couldn't help laughing, as if he remembered something, and laughed: "Let's not talk about the fact that I can actually gain the friendship of the Vampsta Empire, even if I really did..."

"Is your so-called imperial friendship something valuable?" Song Shi sneered, "In order to desperately show your piety to the state religion, you are willing to send your parents to the stake. Friendship? It is worthless to your beliefs."

"okay--"

Song Shi waved his hand, and Ai Lu in the distance immediately threw the skull over.

"Sir, that's right, absolutely right! That's how it should be! We must not kowtow to these lackeys of false gods!" Yelansha said repeatedly: "The Enlightened One? To be honest, I have long yearned for justice in my heart! I can also rebel against the company, and I can also be a holy spirit!"

"Is this true? Where is the great Red King? Is he so flexible?"

"Alas, they are all false titles. To be honest, it was not until today that I realized who is the real king of this world. It is only you!"

"It's good." Song Shi nodded and shook his head: "What a pity."

"But, what a pity."

"I told you, there won't be a second time." Song Shi sighed, "You shouldn't speak without permission."

——The red-gold flame suddenly expanded!

In full view of everyone, Song Shi grabbed Yelansha's skull and slowly exerted force with his five fingers. The latter began to burn and crack visibly.

As if he didn't hear the curses and wails coming from so close, Song Shi's voice was neither too loud nor too low, but it easily drowned out the former.

"These psychic entities... Forget it, let's just call them disasters. These parasites attached to your empire have long been inseparable from you, so it's easy to defeat them but difficult to kill them. That's why you repeatedly emphasize the need to contain them."

"Yeah." Song Shi said calmly, "To contain them? It's nothing more than finding a place to suppress and seal them up. Every year they are sealed, and every year the seals are broken - if you don't know, you might think you are playing a game of raising Gu or tug-of-war."

"Nandou!"

Cracks spread across the surface of Yelansha's skull, and the red mist, which had already become thin, was now completely burned out. However, hearing Yelansha's wailing, there was no joy in the old man's eyes. He finally couldn't hold back and took a step forward.

"Stop! You know the consequences of doing this!"

"Consequences? Do you mean killing the disaster in the present environment?" Song Shi said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just returning to the disaster environment and once again out of your control? Who knows when it will come back again?" The Holy Chain Saw Spear vibrated like a hymn, and the old man's pupils gradually sparkled with fire.

"——Then why not increase the output?"

Song Shi said.

"The more serious the injury, the longer it will take for the Disaster to recover to its peak after returning to the Disaster Realm."

It seemed as if something was about to burst out of his body. The old man's voice was obviously distorted: "The peak state of [Yelansha] is comparable to the fourth ring. If you kill it here, the damage it causes will not be enough!"

"The speed at which it recovers in the disaster zone and in the empire's homeland is far beyond what can be achieved here! If it were to descend upon the present world again, the disaster it would cause would be immeasurable!"

Song Shi raised the corner of his mouth.

"【A Crack in the Sky】."

The intense light that exceeded the limit of his reaction flashed across the old man's eyes in an instant.

He clearly saw the bright and dazzling light, but the old man only felt that his eyes suddenly darkened - this was a self-protection mechanism like painful shock when facing psychic powers far superior to his own at close range.

--fear.

This is the only thing he feels.

It was not an emotion, but a simple "description" without any emotion. This was the first and only impression from the senses. As for the rest, how this fierce light was generated, how it dissipated, and even the process in between, the old man realized that he could not see it clearly at all.

There is only one thing that can be confirmed.

The scene in front of him was reflected in the deepest part of the old man's pupils.

The skull just now disappeared, and only a little gray ashes remained in the young man's open hands, which dispersed in the wind from between his fingers.

As Chakolo said before, the biggest problem of [One Gap Sky] is not the killing power, but the hit rate.
"Hey, it feels good." Song Shi looked at his palms and said, "It's really refreshing to shoot at fixed targets."

"After I hit it, it will take at least ten years for this thing to reappear."

Song Shi didn't look at the others again, only leaving their backs.

"I still say that, if you don't leave before dawn, you'll stay here."

The old man stared at the floating ashes, then looked at the young man's back, as if he wanted to imprint it into the deepest part of his pupils.

After a long while, the trembling of the Chainsaw Holy Lance completely calmed down. The old man lowered his eyes, said nothing more, and slowly walked towards the distant coastline. Behind him, the armed priest and the other three hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed.

"empire."

Song Shi stood there, watching several people gradually being submerged by the coastline.

"It's true that I've gained something from going on a long journey." He pressed his arm and stretched it inwards, a stretching movement that had far more psychological significance than physical significance: "It feels like a new world—"

Sighing, Song Shi withdrew his gaze and walked to the young man not far away.

"Chat?"

(End of this chapter)