Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 706 Bad Soil
"The Empire deceived you in the name of faith and lured you—"

"After squeezing out every last bit of value, they throw it away like a tattered bag and never even look at it again."

"——This kind of thing will never happen again!"

The man's tone was clearly specially trained and extremely contagious, not to mention the powerful spiritual power of the second ring [Consensus]. Just a few words made everyone present breathe noticeably faster. No, not faster.

In order to adapt to the harsh environment and work better, these grassroots workers in various heavy industrial blocks have long replaced their respiratory systems with artificial products and installed filtering, purification and respiratory enhancement implants.

The implant continued to operate steadily, not a bit faster or slower, but there was obvious excitement on everyone's faces.

"The seeds that have been planted will bloom, bear fruit and be harvested one day, and my compatriots, I am here to announce to you with pride, sincerity and hope that our day has finally arrived."

"All your previous efforts have not been in vain. The [Ascension Order] will remember all your efforts and all your sacrifices."

The man raised his voice and spoke passionately.

"Why does the Empire oppress us?"

"Psychic power," one person said.

"What did the Empire take from us?"

"Psychic power." Someone else said.

"Yeah. Psychic power!"

The man raised his arms and shouted, as if he could finally have a good time. He activated his psychic skills and guided the consciousness of everyone present.

The emperor's hounds are everywhere, with noses sharper than dogs. For this industrial town, they maintain high-intensity patrols all year round. In the past year, he did not dare to use his psychic skills at will. In theory, the psychic power of [Consensus] is indeed subtle and difficult to detect, but he can't help but that the emperor's lackeys also have [Consensus].

In such a dangerous environment, even a second-level psychic like me had to be extremely cautious. He relied entirely on his eloquence and a little bit of psychic power to assist him. It took him a lot of effort to put together the current situation.

"The Empire has taken away your most precious things, and is now turning the tables on you! Just to maintain its own brutal rule!"

"——And now, I, Jorma Kerla of the [Ascension Cult], will work with you to make the Empire answer!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone present took off their clothes quickly, almost impatiently.

What is revealed is not a charming atmosphere.

Everyone can be described as "mottled", with their flesh replaced by thick, heavy industrial prostheses, and their exposed chests covered with crisscross marks of surgical sutures. In order to achieve an unprecedented holy war, the Empire needs efficiency, and in order to meet job requirements, they accept the specialized transformation plan given by the Empire.

Seeing this scene, the man's eyes were filled with joy.

The best raw materials.
Nothing can be wasted.

A person's endurance comes from his innate talent and acquired shaping. If he has not undergone any training, a genius with a blank slate may not be better than an ordinary person who has worked hard.

These workers who have been implanted with industrial prostheses and whose transformation is significantly higher than that of ordinary people are the best example. Their tolerance has been artificially raised, and if the standard is lowered, they can even be considered to have changed their life form.

The difference between a "natural person" and an "adjusted person" is sometimes greater than that between dogs and humans.

Such raw materials
The yield rate after undergoing the "holy upgrade" is much higher than that of anyone found on the street. It is worth spending a whole year here.

"You have taken the first step," he said, "and I will help you complete the remaining step."

The man once again said what he had said many times before. "You will be promoted from now on—"

"——Become a 'psychic entity' that is no longer bound by anything!"

As the man shouted, he pressed the button on the intracranial implant, opened the encrypted channel, and confirmed the connection plan for the last time.

The evacuation vehicles were ready, a batch of rolling bearing transport vehicles, such vehicles "Tuvis" traveled back and forth every day, no one would notice anything was wrong. New fake identities and safe houses, oh, and the indispensable new mission of the cult.

He clapped his hands.

Under the dual effects of the trace drugs released in the air in advance and the psychic skills, no matter how frightened and hesitant a person is, there is now only fanaticism in his eyes.

Twenty-three workers.

They all knelt down, and for a moment the beams of light became a mess, swaying everywhere, causing the man to squint his eyes.

But then the man put it behind his mind, took out a scalpel, and cut open the wrist that had not been replaced with a prosthesis. Bright red blood dripped down, and the hand turned over, and a doll made of rotten wood appeared in the palm of his hand.

A token of the disaster and the bad soil.

I will not lie to people. If I say I will give them psychic powers, I will give them psychic powers. If I say I will make them psychic entities, I will make them psychic entities. As for the slight differences in the middle, I believe they can understand.
If you can't understand.

Then you can't understand it.

If everyone can understand and be on good terms with each other, then what is the point of having this kind of consensus?

The man took a deep breath, gave everyone the psychological hint of "kneel down" and "don't look up", and then crushed the doll.

The room was silent for a moment.

Then, the air became humid, and humus-like vines gradually spread from all directions, producing clusters of bright red flowers. Within a few breaths, these flowers withered.

Something has arrived.

It was also at this time that the man quietly left the room and quickly rushed to the arranged evacuation point through the intricate underground sewers.

[The Creator of the Black Forest, the Great Polluter, the Shepherd of Vitality——]

【Eternally fear me, mortals! Because the great 'bad soil' has been revealed before you! 】

A huge voice echoed, and the being who called himself "Bad Soil" finally had the mind to take a good look at the scene after reading out a series of slogans.

Oh. Not bad, not bad.

The Ascension Cult is quite powerful, and it is worth it to come to the reality at such a great risk. Next, as long as these people are given gifts and transformed into followers, they will definitely cause a big mess here. The great name of [Bad Soil] will once again be sung in the mortal world!

The blurry, huge spherical projection that looked like countless vines entwined together gradually became clearer. The clusters of withered flowers on the vines were about to release mist and change the life forms of these people.

Then with a loud bang, the door was smashed up!

The moment he saw the appearance of the person who came, Zai Nie was stunned.

The next moment, it tried desperately to shrink back.

(End of this chapter)