Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 714: Sword of Heaven
".oh?"

Song Shi showed his attitude through actions.

The scattered spiritual flames were still being absorbed and recycled as before, and then integrated back into the body. However, this time, Song Shi slowed down the intensity, and the absorption and recycling became a peaceful stream, instead of a rushing river or sea, burning down buildings.

"Well, did I forget to tell you? I lived here when I was a kid." Renata loosened her hand, turned the sword, and knocked on the guardrail.

A layer of iron powder fell from above.

"Mammy warned us to follow the rules and not do things we shouldn't do, such as climbing over the wall." Renata smiled and said, "I listened to half of it, but at least I never climbed over the wall in front of them."

"I won't ask why we happened to be here. From a convent? Did your parents send you here, or do you have no parents?"

Song Shi stood on the other side. The monastery was not very large. It was built on the top of a mountain. Looking down a little, he could see buildings scattered all over the place. There was a small town at the foot of the mountain with a population of about a few thousand people.

"The changes in the spatial functions of the disaster realm are quite different from reality, and also involve some... well, causal connections. There are many cases where the Inquisitor went deep into the disaster realm to deal with the disaster, and found himself in a familiar place after escaping."

Renata explained, then couldn't help but shook her head.

"My mother died when I was born. My father was a habitual thief. When I was two or three years old, he went out to rob and was hanged. Haven't you seen my file?"

"Of course I have seen it, but what kind of intelligence dealer can reveal the information of the parents of important people in the empire?" Song Shi shrugged: "Such a fatal weakness must be kept tightly covered. How could I know it?"

"Hmm." Song Shi thought for a moment: "Rounding off, you don't have it either."

“Quite offensive language.”

Renata said this, her eyebrows raised: "How does it feel to be an orphan?"

"It's OK, I feel quite comfortable." Song Shi opened his hands: "If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry. There are happy times and unhappy times. I feel that there are more happy times."

"I've read your file. I remember you were kicked out of the welfare home when you were fifteen. Have you been living in society since then?"

Renata pushed aside a circle of vines, and the door creaked open. She walked in, revealing her shining back: "I came here earlier than you, I think I was eight or nine years old? I was tired of fighting with others for bean soup and bread, and it happened that the nun of this monastery took a fancy to me and wanted me to become a glorious nun."

"From rural nun to autocratic inquisitor, your career spans quite a bit."

"Really? It seems a little bit."

Renata seemed to have forgotten what she was doing a minute ago. She paced through the courtyard. The flower beds were full of plants of all sizes, whose names could not be determined. A few spotted flowers dotted them, becoming the only life in the dilapidated monastery.

"Are you interested?"

"Very interested." Song Shi also walked in, but he did not pace. The young man stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard, as if it was divided into two worlds: "Would you like to talk about it in detail?"

"That's a long story."

"Hmm, um." Renata thought patiently for a while: "There was a disaster sealed under the monastery, and then it found an opportunity to seduce a candidate nun. In the end, it recovered some strength and sealed off the monastery, leaving us trapped to kill each other."

"According to what it said at the time, it likes to watch this, so it will give the final winner a chance to survive."

"It's a very insincere lie." Song Shi said.

"Only fools would believe such words. Some fools believed it." Renata said softly, "Most people can't stand the test, even us who recite scriptures day and night, a group of diligent and stumbling nuns in preparation."

"The knife pierced Christine's throat, Ferrol's neck was strangled and black, and Oliver and Willard fell into the well together."

She paused for a moment. "Actually, it's hard to blame them. The quadrant of disaster is 'temptation' and 'lies'. Their minds can't bear the high pressure of the environment and the persuasion that always lingers in their ears."

Song Shi lightly grasped it and sniffed the air. The shocking tragedy was no longer as bloody and cruel as it was more than a decade later: "Except for you, everyone else is killing each other?"

"There is no 'except me' and there is no 'all'."

Renata said.

"Actions and processes have power. In essence, this is a ritual for the disaster to select its 'recipient'. The final winner will indeed be able to survive - to survive as a puppet of the disaster."

Song Shi understood clearly: "So that's how it is."

"you win."

"I won."

Renata said that the Grand Inquisitor had a calm and peaceful look on his face, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him, or as if he was taking out a landscape ball covered with a thin layer of dust from a display window and presenting it to the visitor in a calm manner.

"I survived to the end, and won to the end. It was the only chance I had to get close to the disaster. We fought in the world of consciousness, and it was enjoying it. I almost lost."

The ritual of entering the "recipient" body is the most vulnerable moment of the disaster. Mortals will be qualified to face its true body, which is also the most dangerous moment for the disaster. The disaster that leans towards [consensus] and the second ring, even though the long-term seal has consumed a lot of its power, it can still occupy an overwhelming advantage in the battlefield of consciousness.

"Psychic power." Song Shi said slowly.

"Awaken." After a long and fierce battle, Renata's visor was mostly shattered, and her eyes were shining. "I tried my best and beat it until it panicked. It tested me cautiously and circled around me again and again. Then it realized that I really had no strength left."

"It was also at that moment that I awakened my psychic powers. The first time you awaken, the path will give you some strength." Renata clenched her fists: "I swallowed this strength and pulled it down from the audience again."

I won.

"By the time the priests and inquisitors who noticed something was wrong came to rescue, I had already broken its neck. You probably know what happened next."

"Almost." Song Shi nodded. It was difficult to hide the other party's future life trajectory. The talented psychic was a powerful source of gravity and would tear the covering curtain to pieces involuntarily: "Joined the Inquisition, and has been making great strides since then, becoming the empire's rising star."

"Don't you have any opinion on the disaster?" Song Shi looked at him, the flames ignited and extinguished on the edge of Chongshi's blade, and he went back and forth: "The source of burning your second home."

"You can replace the disaster with the empire, I guess what you mean." Renata put her hand on her face and took off the last broken piece of mask: "But I don't think so. It's not right to not hate the object of the disaster, but to blame the person who gave a helping hand." "Disaster is the opposite of the power of faith." Song Shi pointed out one point: "Tracing back to the source, it's still the belief system you created."

“Religion, faith.”

Renata closed her eyes, then slowly opened them.

"Two thousand years ago, the great astrologer of the empire, Salisbury, revealed that the stars were dying. The emperor at the time made a decision, and the church, which was originally just a cultural consensus to improve stability and cohesion, was upgraded by him personally, laying the foundation for the empire for the next two thousand years, and the Sea of ​​Faith was born."

"That 'Holy Crown'?" Song Shi's mind moved, and he immediately found it from his memory: "The Sixth Ring's [Consensus], the only two thrones in your history, is also the one of the current emperor, Imenya Kata. Oh, I forgot, He is the emperor of the First Dynasty, and his last name is not Kata."

"You really asked me that." Renata hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "They should be related by blood, right? The marriage history of these families is too complicated. My family tree and heraldry are not very scientific."

"It doesn't matter. If you really want to be picky, you can find a commoner on the street and trace his ancestor back a dozen generations to a minor noble."

"Also, could you please stop interrupting me?" Renata raised her eyebrows unhappily. "I was just getting to the point."

"I'm all ears." Song Shi extended his hand in greeting.

"In short, the 'Holy Crown' is a path of consensus, so He chose to place his hopes on the future. The advantage of the 'Power of Faith' lies in its quantity, but this is also its disadvantage."

This secret, even in the empire, was thrown out by Renata in a grand manner: "If there is no one with enough weight to lead them, they will be like a wall made of sand, which will collapse at the touch of a finger."

"——Throne of God." Song Shi uttered two words.

"That's right." Renata stood straight, like a silver sword: "He wants the next God in the future to break through to the unprecedented seventh ring through the status of 'Lord of Terra' and the accumulated power of faith—"

"According to existing estimates, it is a force that is enough to create things out of thin air and reconstruct the entire world. Even if the stars dim, Terra will shine forever."

"So, we need to launch a holy war to purify the world. No, that's not right."

Song Shi repeated, slowly raising his eyes: "This is the path of the 'Holy Crown', but this is not the path of 'Imenya Katha'."

The strongest person in Terra's history, he has reached the peak of the sixth ring and stands at the forefront of the path of [transcendence].

Not as Emperor of the Empire, nor as Successor to the Most Holy Crown.
"What He wants and pursues must be, and is only, to ascend to the seventh ring as 'Imenya Kata'!"

"Holy war and the power of faith are the alternative plans that His Majesty left for those who come after him." Renata admitted frankly: "He doesn't think he will fail, but he must consider the possibility of failure."

"He will officially break through the holy war that is sweeping the world when it ends. If he is defeated before others, the empire will be at the mercy of the other party."

Theoretically speaking, the god of the empire is the same from beginning to end. According to the doctrine, the emperors who have assumed the position of "God on Earth" in successive generations are all the mortal manifestations of this god.

"But this is the road of 'Imenya Kata'." Song Shi was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "It's not your road."

"My way."

Renata suddenly said.

"You know what? I ate bean soup and flatbreads in the orphanage, which were as hard as rocks. When I became a reserve nun, I still ate bean soup and flatbreads."

"I was very unhappy, gloomy, and irritable when I was in the orphanage. There was always a fire in my chest, which burned the palms of people around me, no matter whether they were mean or well-intentioned." Song Shi looked at Renata, who peeled off these things hidden in her heart layer by layer: "In the monastery, I also ate bean soup and flatbreads, but I was very happy."

"Everyone works from sunrise to sunset, prays, reads and studies. These have calmed the restlessness in my heart, and everyone is nice to me. Faith eliminates the differences in origin and desires, and makes us a real family. Everyone is very satisfied, and every day is full of enthusiasm and hope."

"At that time, I thought more than once, it seems not bad to live like this forever? One day I will be baptized, take an oath in front of the Holy Spirit, then enter a church school, study medicine, and devote myself to the cause of helping others."

“Desire is the driving force behind success, but it is also the source of pain. Most people have desire but lack the will and strength to put it into practice, so all they are left with is pain, a pain that goes back and forth, day and night.”

“The accumulation of material things will never end, but faith can bring satisfaction to everyone. This is the only way to happiness, a path that everyone is qualified to take, regardless of high or low, the wisest and the dumbest.”

"People need faith."

The current Grand Inquisitor of the Vampsta Empire, Renata Clemens, made the final announcement.

"What I defend is the 'faith' itself."

The scattered armor slowly collapsed. After enduring Song Shi's high-intensity output for such a long time, even with Renata's psychic strength, this set of protective armor eventually collapsed. They peeled off and completely turned into gray dust, which was swept into the wind and disappeared into the sky.

"You've become stronger, Song Shi. You've made greater progress than I have."

Renata raised the sword inch by inch. The woman without armor was stronger than when she was wearing armor, like a stone monument standing at the end of the world.

In the previous battle, she lost in the end.

"The disaster and the sea of ​​faith are too deeply intertwined, like a ball of wool that is tangled together. It is easy to cut it apart, but it is difficult to separate them one by one. I hope that one day, I can achieve this step. Let the disaster no longer be a threat, let everyone not have to worry, and let everyone live a satisfied life."

A new bright light appeared on the sword's edge.

The essence of the disaster realm is an illusory dimension independent of matter. In order to divide and destroy the disaster realm in the future, Renata developed a new psychic skill from the day-to-day battle between the Inquisitor and the disaster, which gave her a powerful force to interfere with the dimension.

Psionic Skills: [Sword of Heaven].

[Dayuan] The so-called "self-contained world" is, in a sense, also nothing more than an artificial dimension.

"Song Shi."

For the first time, Renata held the sword with both hands.

“I will practice transcendence.”

(End of this chapter)