Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 703: Holy Expedition
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Blood oozed out along the cracks on his hands. These red-gold liquids seemed to be burning and boiling. As soon as they appeared, the room temperature rose. Before they could drip onto the ground, they turned into flames in mid-air.

"Bad robbery. That's the only bad thing about it."

Song Shi made a bang.

Once used, it would definitely hurt others as well as oneself. With just this one move, his skin was torn again, and many cracks appeared on his internal bones.

He sighed, and first dispelled the destructive power remaining in the wound - in theory, [Bad Tribulation] could blast out without any difference, but the user would always have to be a step above him, and there were many ways to reduce the destructive power to himself.

For example, the destructive force at the moment, after all, is generated from oneself, and one can eliminate it with a little effort, but the opponent who has suffered the [Bad Tribulation] cannot do that.

The old man closed his eyes, as if feeling something. After a long while, he opened his eyes again.

The psychic skill he released, [Day of Brokenness], initially imitated the shattered sun. The creation that was supposed to exist forever had entered an irreversible destruction, from which an unprecedented light and flame burst out. With the assistance of the psychic skill [Corona], the former first raised its energy level, and then took on the nature of "Sky Fire", which had special attacks on all enemies of the empire.

But such an attack was still broken by the opponent, and the terrifying and violent murderous intent penetrated the flames of the broken sun.

Admittedly, he had not used all his trump cards, and the holy relics stored in the Fidas Cathedral were still lying quietly in their original places. But even if he had used them just now, would he be able to suppress the opponent?
".Very amazing destructive power."

As he said this, the originally divine-like scene around him slowly became transparent, and the golden flames quickly faded until they disappeared.

The holy statue of the "Eternally Burning Arcanaros" also retracted its magic, and the fire core rotating in its chest stopped moving, extinguished the flames, and returned to the shape of an obsidian ball. The flames in its pupils gradually dimmed, but at the moment when it was about to completely dim, everyone present noticed that it glanced at Song Shi.

"Hey, that's normal." Song Shi said lazily, "There's a big commotion in my core territory, who can resist not taking a look?"

In theory, the old man, as a "living saint", should immediately read out the other party's sins and punish him according to the law, but the latter did not do so. He pressed his right hand on his chest and pressed slowly. The flames slowly released from his palm, soothing the wounds caused by the [Bad Tribulation].

Song Shi didn't take it seriously. Instead, he raised his head and glanced at the eyes of the Holy Spirit statue.

The six holy spirits of the Phampusta Empire, namely, Arcanaros of the Everburning, Tiamat of the Underworld, Varetus of the Iron Law, Liluen of the Silent Moon, Yesha of Nurturing, and Morrigan of Prosperity, are all psychic entities that came into being from "nothingness".

Except for "Tiamat of the Underworld", the remaining five holy spirits have not been able to break through the fifth ring·[True Spirit]. In essence, they are actually at the same level as the fourth ring·[Sublimation].

If I have to say, it would probably be the very, very, very strong fourth ring.

However, for the Vanpusta Empire, the Holy Spirits themselves are far more important than simple military force.

The empire's vast and complex network of faith needs to be maintained, and the six holy spirits are the most important fulcrum and filter.

Millions of believers from all over the empire are generating the power of faith every moment, and they are coordinating and filtering this power of faith every moment. Over thousands of days and nights, they have built the current Vampsta Empire.

In a sense, the six holy spirits, like the Fidas Cathedral, are also the "beacons of faith" of the empire.

No relief, no peace, eternal but without end -

"I suggest you stop having those blasphemous thoughts in your head." Renata walked back and put the sword back at her waist.

"Is it blasphemy if I don't say a word?"

"You can think of this as the judge's intuition." Renata's tone remained unchanged and she asked back, "Song Shi, what do you think is the cornerstone of the empire?"

"Royalty and faith, I guess you would say that, but you are wrong." She shook her head slightly: "The cornerstone of the empire is... sacrifice." After this sentence, Renata did not say anything else.

There is no need to say anything.

Song Shi understood what the other party meant.

From the bottom of the empire, the ragged, hungry scavengers, to the holy spirit that is devoutly believed in by countless people, noble and honorable - when the former fumbled for the few coins in their pockets and chose the indulgence without hesitation between bread and indulgences, the latter, who have been bearing the faith of tens of millions of people for thousands of years, work day and night until they reach the end of time, or, perhaps, glimpse their own end.

The cornerstone of empire is sacrifice.

"Sacrifice is indispensable."

Song Shi shook his head slightly.

"But the meaning of sacrifice should not be sacrifice itself."

"You are right. But the meaning of sacrifice." Renata said: "Only the sacrificed can judge."

At this moment, there was a slight sound, and the old man raised his copper staff and lifted the blockade of this side hall.

Song Shi's mind changed and he took back the overflowing spiritual flames, otherwise anyone who opened the door would be evaporated by the terrifying heat energy of melting gold and burning jade.

"Whether it's a living saint or a belief, I've seen it all."

Song Shi said calmly: "Next."

"——We should go to the imperial capital."

In the second hour of climbing the Fidas Cathedral, the visitor descended the mountain without looking back.

Naturally, the old man would not say anything to persuade him to stay.

He just stared at the two people's gradually disappearing backs, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes.

Terra's faith is only in the Empire, but Terra's strong are not only in the Empire. Like the young man in front of me, like the many people who are not in front of me.

"The catastrophe is coming."

Salvation has finally come, and the empire’s great wish for thousands of years has finally come to its final moment.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely difficult road. The Enterprise Alliance, Yenan, Eden, and the Silent Society, which is obsessed with the past and stands still, none of them will be willing to give in. There is only one road to be seen and only one road to take.

“Wherever my sword points, the holy flame will spread. Where my shield protects, the divine code will be protected. If my blood can be used as oil to fuel the fire of judgment, and if my bones can be used as firewood to boil the soup of truth.”

The "living saint" of the empire turned around and walked to the statue of the Holy Spirit, just like the day he first put on the priest's robe, half-knelt down, and silently recited the doctrine. It was as if he was praying devoutly to the Holy Spirit, and it was as if he was dedicating his whole soul to a higher and more invisible existence than the Holy Spirit.

"—Reshape the world through sacred conquest."

(End of this chapter)