Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 709 War

"You, me, you." The young man murmured, "What you said sounds good."

He whispered, "Those nobles."

"You got one thing wrong. The source of their power is duty. They fulfilled their difficult responsibilities, and thus they have the privileges in your eyes." Renata said slowly: "No one will no longer sacrifice, and no one will no longer suffer. This is the price to pay so that future imperial people will no longer have to sacrifice or suffer."

“Everyone has their reasons.”

Suddenly, someone spoke, it was Song Shi's voice.

“Everyone has their own needs.”

“There are so many truths in this world.”

Renata made a tactical gesture, indicating that the knight should take the others away from here immediately and evacuate the population in the area immediately.

"One question, Renata. Is the pain and sacrifice now really necessary?"

"If Terra wasn't so big." Renata stared at the young man, she pointed to the sky, then to the earth: "This wouldn't be necessary, but we are already on Terra."

"Ah."

Song Shi nodded slightly.

"I see."

Heavy killing, unsheathed.

"It's not humans who are responsible for everything that's happening right now, it's Terra."

The ceremonial sword was thrown away along with the scabbard. This kind of thing was more decorative than practical, and she never needed it. She usually carried a ceremonial sword, but few people were worthy of her showing off her real weapon.

"The world is created by humans, by our own hands." Renata said: "Don't put the problem on an illusory concept."

"No, that's what I mean."

Psychic flames emerged in wisps like drifting catkins, but these "catkins" contained enough power to turn the entire sewer network into a lava lake.

"The current appearance of Terra is due to the psychics of previous generations and the thrones of the gods, including your majesty." Song Shi's hand pressed down on Zhongshi, who trembled slightly, as if he could no longer suppress his excitement: "So you put your cornerstone on 'sacrifice'. There is no room for any struggle in the great way."

"There are many roads in the world." Piece after piece of armor emerged from nothingness and attached to Renata's body. Her voice was no longer indifferent, nor was she smiling. It was as if she was expounding the eternal truth: "Except for me, all are wrong paths."

"Yes. Right now, each of you has your reasons." Song Shi grabbed the heavy blade and wiped it inch by inch. The blood seeping out burned on the blade: "I don't like it."

The last exposed component was picked up, reminiscent of the sharp iron surface of a sword, and Renata slowly pressed it against her face. Her voice was distorted for a second, and then she returned to her usual posture.

In the past, the posture of the Great Inquisitor.

One of the highest officials of the Imperial Inquisition, the Emperor's sharp blade, the "Holy Inquisition".

“I’m listening,” she said.

"The Silent Society taught me an interesting point of view. They divide history into segments and believe that each 'historical node' has created the present. Even if the 'historical node' is only slightly offset, it will lead to a new possibility that history will be very different from the present." "The Silent Society is too obsessed with the past." Renata said slowly, her silver hair moving without wind: "They believe in history and vow to master all the branches and grasp the irreplaceable 'uniqueness', but they forgot one thing."

She raised her weapon, a lance that was as heavy as a mountain. This weapon was taller than her, but it seemed to have no weight. The woman held it tightly without shaking at all.

“We are always moving forward.”

"Yes, we are always moving forward."

Song Shi was completely devastated, and the earth-shaking sea of ​​flames suddenly stopped moving. However, the surroundings entered an even more uncomfortable atmosphere, like the last bit of calm before the storm.

"You said something before, that the past should be left in the past. So, from now on, Terra doesn't have to have so many necessities."

The young man nodded and said.

"I want Terra to turn as my heart desires."

Renata laughed loudly.

"As it should be."

"Before tonight comes——" Renata's figure disappeared, and only a thunderous voice resounded from the surroundings: "——See whose heart is more qualified to move forward to tomorrow!"

Song Shi also disappeared on the spot.

From the cluster of thermal energy extraction towers in the north of Tuvis to the heavy weapons factory in the south, from the church in the east to the Knights' Quarter in the west, even the workers buried in the smelting wells couldn't help but raise their heads. In this city called "Tuvis", at this moment, almost everyone saw this scene -

Two rays of light, one red and one gray, rose from the city like stars moving backwards across the sky. Along with the starlight was a terrifying power that was like an abyss or a prison, almost becoming tangible and suffocating!
Buzz, the local church was the first to light up, like a pearl inlaid in the city. The vast spiritual energy from the peak of the fourth ring forced this [Faith Beacon] to be unable to bear it, and it spontaneously activated as if in response to stress, trying to protect the entire city's living forces as much as possible.

Then, the power of faith that had just been activated was shattered.

——Because there was a collision in the sky.

The flames swept up half of the sky, and everything in sight turned into pure red gold. Even though they were tens of thousands of meters above the ground, the people of Tuvesi still felt the heat around them. Almost at the same time, cold silver light flashed.

How to describe this silver light?

On a stormy night, if someone walks out of the building, facing the strong wind, looks up at the night sky, and there happens to be a bolt of lightning striking, then at least for that moment, his pupils will only have one color left, and the trace of the lightning will be deeply imprinted on the retina. Even if he rubs it several times, he can still feel the residual lightning in front of his eyes.

And the silver light that appeared at this moment was more than a hundred or a thousand times more violent and dazzling than a mere lightning!
When people's consciousness returns from the vastness of confession.

The silver light disappeared.

And the sea of ​​flames that replaced the sky
was separated.

Tuvis, the bishop in the church suddenly coughed up blood. Both sides restricted their range. Others only felt the temperature rising or the dazzling light, but the church, which mobilized the power of faith and had the same psychic power, was equivalent to having half a foot inserted into the battle and suffered immeasurable damage.

The power of just one strike is so strong.
Even though he had expected this, the current situation was still far beyond his expectations. The bishop looked up at the sky in disbelief.

The flame and the silver light separated as soon as they touched each other, and in the next moment, they ran towards
——The direction of the imperial capital!

(End of this chapter)