Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 707 Quadrant Theory

"late."

What arrived before these two words was a line of silver light that was so sharp that it seemed to cut through space!
The "Bad Soil" has not yet completely descended into reality, and most of it is still hidden in the [Disaster Realm]. But at this moment it doesn't even have time to wail. A flash of silver light flashes across reality and the disaster realm at the same time, accurately slashing its body!

Then, the severe pain came belatedly.

As an old-fashioned disaster that has been around for many years, the psychic power comparable to the fourth ring seemed to have no effect at all, just like butter meeting a hot knife, and was easily cut in half.

Without even bothering to curse the [Upgraded Cult] for really wanting to kill the great "Bad Soil", it reluctantly had to forcibly return to the disaster zone - this is how it should have been.

But the creepy sense of danger increased instead of decreasing, like a thorn in the back, like a cold sword on the neck, ready to cut off the slightest movement, forcing it to stop its return.

"--Take back the pollution we have caused them." A voice so indifferent and devoid of any emotion came from behind the sharp sword.

It really is that crazy woman!

One of the current Grand Inquisitors.

"Holy Inquisition", Renata Clemens!
"This, this, this is not okay. You know that the minds of mortals are very fragile. Even if I want to restore it to its original state--"

There was another flash of silver light, and a large bunch of vines were chopped into pieces. "Bad Soil" howled and quickly shrank into a ball to avoid exposing its body.

"I really can't kill you permanently now." Renata's sword remained motionless: "But I can guarantee that the process before you fell silent will definitely be something you will never forget."

"How about this." Bad Soil swallowed his saliva. God knows why a disaster like him could do such a thing: "I will take back the pollution to these people and help them return to their original state. In exchange, you don't let me be silent, okay?"

Yes, that's right, everyone knows that the disasters are immortal, and their psychic essence is stored in the [Disaster Realm], which is an unreal realm that is one and the same as the Empire's [Sea of ​​Faith]. So unless someone blows up the entire [Disaster Realm], even if the disaster is killed, it will return to the Disaster Realm, fall into silence, and wait for the next arrival.

It’s just a matter of how long the silence lasts.

——But silence is still so painful! Darkness, no sense, it is a complete torture!
"No, you don't have the power to choose, and the Empire will never have the option of negotiation."

Renata said.

"Attack the people of the empire."

"No matter what, after today, you will fall into a new round of silence." She said: "The only thing I can give you is pure silence, not torture. You will quietly enter the silence, instead of suffering extreme pain-"

“One last time,” Renata said. “Take back the pollution, and die in peace.”

The "bad soil" was covered with vines like thousands of slippery long snakes, slowly turning as if it was frightened.

What the other party said was not a lie.
The Inquisition is the leading department in the empire in this area, and the person in front of him is even more of a master in this area.

Over the years, I have heard of the fate of some of their kind, all of whom were caught by the woman in front of me and tortured to the point of mental collapse. Of course, they will eventually be reborn, but at that time, the mind that is reconstructed after the collapse is just another person with the same name.

New "bad soil"?
That sounds too scary.
"Then be sure to be gentle when you do it later." It said cautiously.

Renata stared at it indifferently, saying nothing.

The withered flowers on the vines of the bad soil suddenly trembled, and then wisps of mist flowed out from the people's facial features and merged into these flowers. The latter was taken back by the mist, and the deformed prosthesis that had been integrated with the flesh and blood returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After doing all this, Huairang was sweating profusely.

It is easy to throw red beans from one bag into another bag. It is easy to throw in as much as you want. But it is extremely difficult to separate these red beans again and divide them into two bags again.

Especially since he was chopped several times. "Uh, is it done?" Huairang said.

The last image in its mind was the sword light that pierced through its body and mind.

"——A blow that spans reality and disaster?"

Song Shi walked in from the doorway where he was kicked out, and threw a man in. Half of the man's body was burnt to a crisp, and he stared at the young man with wide eyes, with shock and fear on his face.

Song Shi didn't pay attention to him, and just happened to see the last sword as he entered the door.

"New move?"

"It took me a lot of effort." Renata put the sword back on her waist and nodded: "The disaster realm is different from reality. Ordinary tricks will not work."

She nodded first to the silver-gray eyes, then to the blade.

"For this step, I completed the 'see' first, then the 'do'."

A supersensory system that can cross dimensions, and the ability to actively intervene. Song Shi translated it, two psychic skills.

"Remarkable."

Song Shi commented and turned to look at the place where [Bad Soil] disappeared.

"You're so weak that you're scared after just a little torture."

"If Bad Soil was the paranoid type, I wouldn't have said what I just said." Renata shook her head slightly and said concisely: "Its quadrant places great emphasis on self-protection and cherishment."

"Quadrant Theory".

Song Shi naturally understood what the other party was saying.

Psychics emphasize "self". Every breakthrough is the practice of will, and it is to forge their own path and move forward.

But these psychic entities are different. At least most of them are different. Disasters, they are born from the redundant psychic energy of the imperial people, and the wills of countless individuals are mixed together, chaotic and difficult to understand, thus forming them.

From this point of view, Scourge is the absolute opposite of psychics.

But if it were really the absolute opposite, Disaster would not exist - in order to deal with this defect at birth, so as not to be torn into pieces by infinite will as soon as it was born and turned back into redundant psychic energy, Disaster embarked on a path of self-salvation.

This is what is called the "quadrant theory".

Anger, rage, indignation, grief. They have many differences, whether in the causes, the degree, or the specific manifestations. However, if we look down from a higher perspective, these still belong to the same quadrant, which is called the "anger" quadrant.

According to this idea, disasters divide infinite individuals into finite groups. They will choose a certain quadrant as the main body of themselves. Therefore, their behavior patterns and ways of thinking will be greatly influenced by this quadrant.

The scene just now was worthy of being compared to the powerful spiritual power of the fourth ring.
If it wasn't [Bad Soil] but was replaced by [Transcendence], I'm afraid the opponent would never let go even if Renata slashed him millions of times.

Song Shi lit a fire, illuminating the room as bright as day.

He stared at the other person.

"——How are you going to deal with these people?"

(End of this chapter)