Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 692 Return to the Empire (Part )

"I agree with Pulse Electric. This is the strategy that most of the intelligent machine community will implement. I will also be 'silent' for a while and prepare to break through the fourth ring. Objectively speaking, we will be disconnected for a long time."

"Isn't that objective?" Song Shi raised his eyebrows.

"When you need us," Lapis Lazuli said simply, "we will be there."

Song Shi laughed: "Okay."

This was the last sentence of the conversation between the two parties.

The red-gold flames enveloped Song Shi. If someone could appear on the earth's crust and watch from afar, they would probably think in a trance that there was a fiery red, hot knife smoothly cutting through the rock layer and rushing towards the surface.

boom.

As the feeling of obstruction suddenly disappeared. Well, there wasn't much obstruction. The flames melted the ground and Song Shi jumped out.

He first made a cross-border call to New Yaromon Bay, informing Xia Le and others that he would not be back for some time, and then hung up the call before the other party could file a complaint.

then
Go north.

Whether there is navigation or not, the empire is there. As long as you move straight in one direction, you will always reach the border of the former.

After walking for a while, a strong wind suddenly blew up, carrying radioactive dust that could corrode a person's cheeks like overripe purple persimmons. Maybe someone used nuclear weapons here before.

After walking for a while, Song Shi confirmed his guess.

At least half of it is confirmed.

Song Shi kicked it, and the stone rolled along the edge and into the bottom of the pit. The radioactivity at that location was the strongest in the surrounding environment. There was a half skeleton lying there, and the original human shape could still be vaguely seen.

Song Shi took a quick look and saw that the skeleton was made of some kind of high-strength alloy, which was obviously used to support advanced prostheses, so as to prevent the user from being crushed to death by his own weight before he could even begin his mission. Considering the extremely high power consumption of prostheses of this level, the source of the surrounding radiation was also clearly visible.

The energy system of this person before he adjusted his life was a nuclear-powered engine. Perhaps in a certain battle, he was at the point of running out of fuel, and he used up his last bit of resources and overloaded his nuclear-powered engine to try to break through.

Considering the scene before him, he should have successfully escaped. Unfortunately, before he could find a place to rest, he was first hit repeatedly by the enemy during the battle and then forced to overload. His nuclear-powered engine was finally overwhelmed and exploded halfway through the flight.

If it were a corporate alliance, this might have some development value as an "artificial landscape".

But this is in the wasteland.

Nobody cares.

Song Shi shook his head and walked around the other person's body. Since he had been lying there for twenty or thirty years, it wouldn't hurt to lie there a little longer.

The only thing the young man did was to burn the radioactive dust in the area, reducing the radioactivity to an acceptable level. In a few years, perhaps some moss will grow in the empty abdominal cavity of this skeleton.

“No one, no one, no one.”

Song Shi hummed softly and strolled in the turbid yellow wind.

If you find a wanderer and ask him about clan matters, he can easily name a hundred unique wanderer clans, as if these people who choose a different way of life have carefully cultivated every piece of wasteland, and it is so crowded that people can't even put their feet.

But how could this happen?

Compared to the wasteland, those wanderers who stayed away from towns and maintained a small society all day long were too insignificant, just a drop in the ocean in this broken and tortured world. The wind and sand were getting bigger and bigger, and the sky was also swallowed up. In a blink of an eye, the surroundings became dark, just like a sudden rainstorm in the summer evening. You can't see your hand in front of you, and you can only hear the sound of your heart beating.

Song Shiping looked ahead. He did not choose to fly out of the sandstorm, nor did he choose to use the heavy killing skill to make the natural disaster stop its clamoring.

He just walked.

It was so quiet. Song Shi thought that the whistling sound around him was very loud, and the strong wind blew up the gravel and crackled, which was deafening.

However, compared to the city, with its neon lights that never stop flashing day and night, the shuttles and car horns that slowly flow across the road, the friendly interactions of people with spitting and roaring gunfire, and the advertising communications that find every opportunity to come in around the clock, I instead feel a sense of calm, as if my heart has turned into a mirror-like lake.

I don’t know how much time had passed, and I couldn’t tell whether the sandstorm had stopped or I had walked out of its range, but the light gradually reappeared in my field of vision.

The rider, still frightened, patted his chest and spat out a mouthful of sand. The weather in the wasteland was just like the bitch in Feilu Town. Its face changed from cloudy to sunny, rainy or snowy in an instant, and it was impossible to make any sense of it.

If I hadn't been quick, I would have almost fallen here today.
A blurry figure walked out from under the thick sand fog. He was neatly dressed and so clean that he didn't look like he had just survived a sandstorm. What was even more insane was the opponent's vehicle. Legs?
The other person seemed to sense being watched, turned his head and looked over from a distance.

The rider quickly raised his hand and tried to lift the corners of his chapped mouth to show that he had no hostility.

Both parties nodded, looked away, and headed in opposite directions.

Song Shi continued walking forward.

The sun rises and sets, going back and forth countless times.

Maybe a month, maybe two months.

This was the first time Song Shi really stopped.

The young man stood on the edge of the cliff.

The end of the horizon was still desolate brown, just like every day before, with chaotic rock forests standing tall, and the holes eroded out making low sounds that made people's chests numb. The wasteland looked like the remains of a giant beast. The dead ferns were light and fluttering, thinner and more brittle than cicada wings, crushed by the passing wind and blown everywhere.

The sun sank behind the rocks and forest. The dark lake flooded the world. All sounds suddenly disappeared.

But Song Shi had already seen it.

light.

On the land both within and outside the field of vision, light appeared. It was a vast divine light that was so magnificent that it occupied one side of the planet. Its gravity was so strong that even the sun and the sky seemed to be distorted, transforming into a completely different scene.

The perception coming from the psychic revealed this completely different picture to him.

The endless light was like a burly giant or a roaring beast, but in the end, occupying the territory of tens of millions of square kilometers, only the indifferent gods were left overlooking the world.

A giant creature born from the hands of thousands of devout people.

Terra is the country with the longest heritage, a country forged by faith and royal power, and one of the most powerful forces in the world.

[Vampsta Empire].

(End of this chapter)