Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 713 Across Realms
The frozen tundra of the Far North, a world that grew out of the cracks in frost and snow, was conquered by an empire a thousand years ago. It used violence to force the men of the tundra to bow their heads and acknowledge that the Great White Wolf Spirit, who had been worshipped since ancient times, was an incarnation of the emperor of the empire.

The empire brought technology, resources, and rounds of infrastructure development plans. The men of the ice field no longer had to worry about the harsh climate. In return, the latter offered the most valuable and common thing in the ice field - brave and fearless warriors.

Today, this place has become one of the most important sources of soldiers for the empire. They have proved their worth and mission. The harsh winter cannot stop their boiling blood.

The frost was torn apart.

Two forces from afar broke through the storm and plunged into this place. The natural disasters that had terrified the people of the Icefield for thousands of years, the year-round winter, turned into fragile sand blocks, which were shattered the first time they faced the two forces. Looking down from a higher place, a striking ring-shaped hollow appeared in the climate.

【A prairie fire】, 【exaggeration】, 【scorched earth】.

Three psychic skills that are good at uniting nature and man and controlling the environment were activated, forming three tightly meshed gears, pushing each other and moving at high speed in an instant. The aftermath of the collision between the two sides destroyed the original environment. There is no doubt that it is much easier to paint on a blank piece of paper than on a piece of paper that has already been added with a few strokes.

The surroundings were stained with red gold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Song Shi's consciousness expanded accordingly, and everything was under his control. It seemed that with just one thought, the world would grieve and cheer for him. [Dayuan] The sincere experience of the Tao, the wonderful state of harmony between man and nature.

A discordant note interrupted.

In the covered environment, the kite was flying higher and higher and faster, but someone nailed its silk thread with a sword, forcibly restraining its trend of continuing to rise.

The sword flashed.

Time stopped, then started flowing again, flooding the red-gold ocean that covered dozens of miles, and a straight crack emerged - a corner of it was cut off by the unstoppable sword blade, and the almost materialized, block-like flames slowly tilted and fell towards the earth.

Flames as massive as a mountain hit the ice field. The permafrost that had not melted for thousands of years let out a painful wail. The continuous glaciers began to collapse, followed by the earth falling apart. The frozen rivers flipped over, and the boiling waves roared and surged.

The location chosen by both sides is an uninhabited area, but the aftermath of the battle will not end there. The sudden destruction of the climate may have to wait until several days before the impact gradually becomes apparent, allowing the people in the nearest city to realize what seems to have happened far away.

Renata swung her sword without even looking at the result, and used the momentum to pull back a distance. A breath, or perhaps half a breath, was enough time for Renata to recover her energy.

Energy, to be exact. Three main power centers, fifteen auxiliary energy engines, and one hundred and eleven auxiliary nodes, this is the energy power system she built for herself, a super structure with both peak output and total storage.

However, it is not enough for the opponent in this battle.

After rushing out of the Solanis Ring and leaving the imperial capital, they have been attacking all the way. Up to this moment, fifteen auxiliary nodes have issued overload warnings. They have been bearing an unnecessary burden. Now there are thirteen.

In such a short time, this is all that can be done. Without time to repair more auxiliary nodes, Renata slashed from bottom to top.

The standard swordsmanship taught by the Inquisition is the standard equipment of every Inquisitor and the product of the efforts and insights of the Inquisitors of all generations. The essence of these sages circulates in the hands of the contemporary Inquisitors. The swordsmanship that was once limited by physics has developed a unique style under the impetus of psychic energy.

The two men crossed each other and exchanged blows.

This time, the one who was inferior was Song Shi.

The sea of ​​fire that had been suppressed before was finally found to have a flaw during the fight. The exquisite swordsmanship seized the fleeting opportunity and hit the target for the first time with great force.

Wipe in.

This shouldn't be the case. Renata thought, she recalled the situation just now, the timing, strength, speed, the influence of the environment, she grasped every point just right, but the moment she hit the young man, there was a subtle misalignment in her hand.

The last time I had this feeling was when I was sparring with a titled knight of the Spirit Candle Knights, a simple swordplay sparring. His swordplay was in the Spirit Candle style, round, gentle, and resilient. He drew a perfect circle with his sword, and any incoming force would be smoothly deflected.

It jumps out of the existing environment and forms a small world of its own, so it is difficult for external forces to interfere with it.

The same move that defeated the "living saint" Upton O'Neill. Is this your new move?

Renata was so happy that the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

When unleashing murderous force, no one chooses to stop.

The frozen soil, glaciers and the earth were flying behind them. The distance on the mundane plane was no longer important to the top psychics of the fourth ring. With two completely different psychics released wantonly, the material world seemed so fragile, like a newborn in swaddling clothes.

Psychic Skills: [Stigma Benesta].

The holy mark on the back lit up, and with Renata as the center, invisible waves suddenly rose up. The counter-weapon against energy had only one effect, which was to disrupt stability.

Plasma lightsabers, an energy weapon that uses magnetic fields to confine plasma and shape it into a blade, are incredibly powerful, but behind their destructive power, they also require extremely high precision equipment. If the magnetic field used to confine is disrupted, the lightsaber will fall apart without the enemy having to do anything.

The same is true for psychic powers.

The invisible force from the "Stigma Benesta" rolled up, and the white blizzard was torn and dragged at the first time, turning into a tornado that connected the sky and the earth, trying to disrupt the flow of the sea of ​​flames. Song Shi raised his hand and pressed it down, and the sea of ​​flames that had just shown signs of disorder suddenly stopped and returned to a unified flow.

[Heart of Jianzhu] and [Suishi], the former controls the inside, the latter suppresses the outside. The two spiritual skills are pulsating in Song Shi's palm, complementing each other and climbing to a higher level together.

The ice field completely disappeared without a trace, and the ultra-high-speed attack was too fast to keep up with. Song Shi took a quick glance and saw that they had left the land plate and rolled to a sea area whose name was unknown.

Claude of the Far North Sea.
The intermittent information was transmitted along the sword edge. Song Shi took a quarter of a second to receive it, and then he returned twelve strikes in the remaining three quarters of a second.

settlement.

The two fell into the sea together. The floating ice drifted away along the ocean current. The sea surface remained calm at first, and then began to shake. Unimaginable violence broke out in the abyss. Hundreds of square kilometers of seawater slowly flowed back, forming an extremely huge vortex, which immediately split apart. The interlaced sword marks cut the sea surface into pieces.

Bubbles suddenly emerged from hundreds of billions of tons of sea water, a human-shaped sun ignited on the bottom of the sea, the ocean as far as the eye could see suddenly boiled, and the terrifying heat spread in all directions with water as the medium.

Countless creatures looked up in horror. Huge deformed sea beasts and schools of fish munching on seaweed overturned the mud and water, and they fled in panic following their instincts. However, most of them were cooked into ashes the moment they realized the "heat".

The scorching steam created a purgatory on earth and erupted into the sky.

The cold sea of ​​clouds collides with the scorching heat current, the celestial phenomenon is artificially changed, and dazzling silver snakes meander in the darkening clouds visibly to the naked eye, until the new storm, the materialized natural anger, gradually takes shape.

Without having time to witness how powerful it would be, Song Shi and Renata broke through the sea one after the other and continued to gallop. They seemed to have embarked on an endless pilgrimage, and they would not stop until one of them fell.

The world seemed to have lost its color. The [Glass View] that had been activated to the extreme could no longer tolerate anything else. The psychic holding the sword filled all the vision. The background was brilliant yellow, and Song Shi realized that he had come to a vast desert without knowing when.

The thoughts were briefly withdrawn, but the psychic power faithfully inherited the will of the psychic and was used again before the thoughts could work. The hot wind brought the desert to a far hotter temperature than before. The brilliant yellow was roughly smeared, leaving behind patches of mottled crystals, which were the silicates of the gravel after being exposed to high temperatures.

The sword pierced through the oncoming burning wind. The next moment, the flaming stars that were supposed to collapse and disappear across the sky were reorganized again. Under the "Dharma Spirit" of Suzaku Soul, they roared and swallowed Renata.

Each psychic skill can be used at will, and the operation of each psychic skill is so light, as if it has no weight. Every second, hundreds of tactical possibilities are presented in front of you, waiting for your choice, and in this second, they all collapse into a single possibility that becomes reality.

coming
It is this feeling.

Everything was hazy, and yet everything was clear. Something vague and elusive floated in front of him, like a wisp of graceful veil. Song Shi tried to grab it, but a slight membrane blocked his touch, like a layer of frosted glass, blurry.

The two chased and fought in the sky, sea, and land. The priest in the corridor saw two meteors in the daytime. The hunter, far away from the crowd, stopped on the mountainside, at a loss. The clanging of swords in the training ground slowly stopped. The knights who had made a vow looked towards the other end of the sky with stunned eyes.

In the open-air square in the center of the small town that had been closed off for generations, a man knelt down with tears in his eyes. Behind him were many confused townspeople.

The seeds that have been planted here in anonymity for thirty years have finally borne fruit. The humiliating disguise of bowing and scraping to the false gods' lackeys, the deep conspiracies and tenacious will have all become a thing of the past, and a new life is about to come.

Destruction comes before rebirth.

The disaster, which was almost at the peak of the third ring, had no time to wail. The terrifying pressure fell from the sky. Song Shi and Renata paused their attacks at the same time and attacked the same place. Most of the body that had just descended into reality was shattered into the tiniest powder. The disaster rolled back to the disaster realm without uttering a syllable, and fell into a new round of silence.

The man opened his eyes blankly. The disaster that temporarily overwrote reality quickly became transparent and receded like the tide after the disaster that served as an anchor was destroyed.

He couldn't believe it and let out a shrill cry, but the psychics that descended from the sky were unmoved and rushed in without hesitation - the last scene before his consciousness disappeared was a cluster of flames.

The strange sights constitute a disaster area. Some people say that they saw a sea of ​​gold and diamonds here, while others say that it is clearly a hill flowing with milk and honey. All the good and bad things in the world coexist here, waiting for visitors to pick them up.

But those are all illusions constructed in accordance with personal cognition and desires.

宋识
The psychic "Song Shi" saw the truth.

The bizarre interweaving of rainbow lights comes from the dark side of piety. The redundant spiritual energy is refined into the remaining residue after the "power of faith". The complex desires and crazy thoughts have cast the cornerstone of this place, a strange world accumulated over two thousand years.

It doesn't matter.

Useless thoughts were discarded, and the opponents fighting to the death put their whole body and soul into trying to burn to the greatest flame, or be reduced to ashes.

Song Shi's "harmony between man and nature" collapsed and reorganized repeatedly with the ultra-intense fighting, gradually climbing to a higher level. The first moment he entered the disaster area, he did not hesitate to break the resonance with the original environment and instead built a harmony between man and nature that was more adapted to the disaster area.

The sword's momentum was higher and higher, and each time it seemed to send the opponent into eternal destruction. Renata's posture was restrained, and she anchored herself with the [Clemens Anchor] to resist the never-ending storm of the disaster realm.

The flames and sword lights brought unprecedented colors to the disaster area. Many disasters looked at the uninvited guests in awe. They curled up in their nests, praying that they would not be torn to pieces by the madman's aftermath.

In the palace piled with bones, the "tyrant" laughed wildly, drank blood wine thirstily, and ordered the jesters in the hall to play the music to a new climax.

At the bottom of the lightless abyss, the "Throat of the End" slowly opened its eyes and moved its body unhappily. In the spiritual heaven, the "Soul-plated Priest" clasped his hands together and prayed for the believer he had just sacrificed.

There was a click, not very loud, like the hissing sound of a balloon being popped - in the distant other side, two layers of light suddenly burst out, blasting out quickly but calmly. The horrific collision pierced through the weak point of the disaster area, and the two warring parties crossed the gap between the worlds and fell back into reality again.

Song Shi took a deep breath, and his internal organs felt like they had swallowed burning charcoal, and he felt a burning pain. Strange, he could swallow molten steel without any problem.

Her breath was no longer as steady as before, and it was a stretch to even call it long. Renata licked her lips, as if that would put her injuries behind her. The only thing that remained unchanged was the five fingers holding the sword, which had not moved.

The young man shifted his gaze slightly and saw that this was an abandoned monastery, with weeds covering the base of the walls and sharp guardrails covered in rust.

He found that the other person was also looking here, with the same surprise and nostalgia in his eyes.

Renata said softly.

“It’s here.”

(End of this chapter)