Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 693 Return to the Empire (Part )

The Vanpusta Empire has always maintained a huge military group, and the border line is naturally the top priority, with layers of military forces deployed there - but for Song Shi today, these elite troops in the conventional sense no longer pose a threat.

There was no choice but to force his way in.

Song Shi took a little effort, bypassed a checkpoint, and officially set foot on the territory of the empire.

The last time I came here, I wanted to hone myself and get a glimpse of the opportunity to the fourth ring.

And the last time was for killing.

Anthony Catta personally led the army and broke through the defense line deployed by the East Land Republic in Yulai County. The entire county was burning in the flames of war and uttered painful wails. The water of the Jiulai River boiled and evaporated. Everything that he had left a trace on was destroyed under the iron hoof of the empire.

Frankly speaking, the time he had spent outside Yulai County had already exceeded that of his youth.

Song Shixin thought.

But when I heard the news that Yulai County had fallen, I was still
Angry, or simply unhappy?

In short, I responded to this emotion.

He sneaked into the empire alone, snatched Anthony Carta, and burned the third-ranked elector to death on his way back to the imperial capital. Thinking back on it now, it still feels incredible.

What he wanted was an answer from the empire, not to give up his life. Of course, the result later showed that he still lost his life on the territory of the empire.

So at that time, I attacked with the mentality of a quick victory, pushing my killing power to an unprecedented extreme, bombarding the opponent in a short time. The pleasure of holding my breath and almost suffocating was something I hadn't felt for a long time after I broke through to the peak of the fourth ring.

And I did it.

On the territory of the Empire, he successfully killed Anthony Cata as an individual.

The price was serious injuries, as well as shock and pursuit throughout the empire.

Song Shi climbed over a mountain, walked for a while, and found a site.

The remains of a small village, the pigpen was buried under bricks and stones, and the bottom of the only well was filled with leaves and garbage, so black that it was impossible to tell whether there was water or not.

There were weeds growing in front and behind every house, as lush as a school of carp waiting to be fed in a pond. Song Shi picked one at random, pushed aside the weeds, and pushed open the wooden door with a creak.

There were several nail holes under the door lintel - as citizens of the Empire, every household would nail the emblem of the Holy Spirit on the door lintel, but now they have been taken away.

The original owner of this place obviously did not leave in a hurry. Most of the belongings were packed up and taken away. The house looked empty. Just the action of opening the door stirred up a lot of dust, which flew straight into people's noses and mouths.

Song Shi patted it casually, glanced around, pulled out a wire from the corner, broke it with a little force, and poked it at his eyeball. There was no feeling at all. The power supply network in this place was cut off along with the departure of the population.

Also normal.

The Vanpusta Empire has been vigorously promoting the process of urbanization. Over the years, the small mountain village in front of us is just a microcosm that can be seen everywhere.

In order to deal with the "disaster", the empire has gone to great lengths.

The empire was destined not to invest too much energy in remote areas such as small mountain villages. Thousands of years ago, such remote mountain villages were the hardest hit areas for breeding "disasters".

The judges of the court of justice were busy all day long, but they could never kill them all - today this village was found to be secretly performing human sacrifices, and no one knew what they were worshipping. Tomorrow, that village was found to be secretly performing a sneaky ritual. The day after tomorrow, a village in a certain mountain was shrouded in strange fog and lost contact with the outside world. When the outside world broke through the fog blockade, there was no one inside. They came in different ways every day, one after another, in an endless stream.

There are even examples of starting from the surrounding villages and gradually contaminating the towns and cities, bringing the local governing bodies under control, forcing the empire to send out armed forces to kill indiscriminately, replacing the local team from beginning to end, and causing rivers of blood to flow literally.

"pity."

Song Shi turned and walked out of the room, shaking his head slightly.

"It is destined not to be what you wish."

The birth and development of cameras, ID chips, and the Internet have made many people in the empire ecstatic and believe that "disaster" will no longer be a threat.

After all, the cornerstone of the "disaster" is the imperial people, and with the deployment of monitoring networks and big data systems, "people" no longer have privacy. Anyone who shows signs of being contaminated will be taken away from their homes and sent to a special detention center to eliminate the possibility of the "disaster" being born in advance.

But disasters are never static; they also adapt and evolve.

The appearance in front of the camera can be disguised, the ID chip can be removed, and the ubiquitous network has also evolved into a psychic entity with corresponding control talents. Disaster and the Phampusta Empire, they are like twin vines, light and shadow, endlessly entangled together, forming the towering tree today.

Passing the granary made of clay mixed with straw, Song Shi arrived at the north of the village. The vegetation formed an intricate curtain, which he cleared with some effort to reveal the true appearance underneath: a very small church.

The marble floor at the entrance is extremely smooth, the result of years of trampling. You can still vaguely see the scene of villagers bringing their families here to worship.

".Morrigan of Prosperity?"

Looking at the statue on the altar, Song Shi couldn't help but laugh: "That's right, it should be this one."

She was a plump woman, with a face that looked a little blurry due to the passage of time, but she still had a bright smile. The wreath on her head was woven from wheat ears, and each bunch was clearly visible. I wonder how much effort the craftsman had put into it.

One of the six holy spirits of the Phampusta Empire, [Morrigan of Prosperity].

This holy spirit represents harvest, prosperity and grain. A small mountain village chooses to worship her, obviously out of both faith and practical considerations. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to replace "consideration" with "hope".

"The monastery directly under Morrigan is in charge of agricultural engineering for the entire empire, including pest control, soil and nutrition, genetic breeding, and animal husbandry. They shoulder heavy responsibilities."

"The other side of responsibility is power." Song Shi stared at the statue without turning his head.

"That's the correct answer," the voice replied, "so the Morrigan Order can provide believers with low-priced high-quality seeds and fertilizers, a platform for selling crops, and guidance on advanced agricultural technology."

"The premise is that you also worship 'Morrigan of Prosperity'."

"It's understandable, isn't it? Although we are all believers of mutual assistance and friendship, there are always some believers who deserve to be accepted before others."

"It's really nothing wrong."

Song Shi finally turned around and looked at the figure slowly walking towards the main entrance of the church.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Renata Clemens."

(End of this chapter)