Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 769: His Majesty the Protectorate and the Missionaries
Song Shi stood in the sky.

Everything is in sight.

The majestic mountains, the winding rivers, and the plots of land painted with various colors are all quite ugly, even hideous.

Metal transmission pipes covered with riveting marks have built a yellow-brown kingdom. These old and huge factories are like sulfur mountains in purgatory, spraying turbid poisonous fire and haze all day long. They dye the sky full of scarlet yellow, sprinkle acid-corroded rain, and deep gullies appear on the ground. This is a masterpiece of industrial sewage discharged year after year.

Adjacent to the industrial zone are endless sheds, made of anything from plastic, cloth to iron frames. In these sheds, ragged people have grown up.

Literally barbaric.

In order to accommodate more people, the cities of Anmen Luo all adopted a three-dimensional structure. The cities were born from the ground and grew upward in a spiral. Most of those who lived in the underground layer were engaged in the most menial jobs. They were contemptuously called "troglodytes" by other Anmen Luo people. They were the ninth-class citizens among the ninth-class citizens.

Only the strongest, most ferocious and most daring people can grab the right to live on the surface. They live in huts that are directly exposed to acid rain. They are the children of noble families among the ninth-class citizens and are feared and envied by the cave dwellers.

Song Shi moved his gaze.

A mountain came into view, a mountain built in the center of the city, hundreds of meters above sea level, and built by humans. It was not just soil and rocks transported from far away and dumped here at random.

The entire mountain is obviously designed, with rugged rocks, lush greenery, and artificial sea of ​​clouds. Climbing up along the stone steps and slowly passing through the sea of ​​clouds, you can see the towering buildings standing on the top of the mountain.

The towering ancient palace, with carved beams and painted rafters, scattered pavilions and winding corridors, floats with the vast sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland or a paradise.

Eastland Republic.

——Anmenluo Protectorate!
"Sir, Darasi requests to see you."

At the foot of the white jade stairs, someone knelt on the ground with his head bowed, extremely respectful.

With the "Grand Protector" being led remotely and not in Anmen Luo all year round, the "Deputy Grand Protector" in front of him who was in charge of the government affairs was the real master of Anmen Luo. A casual remark from him could cause unrest in Anmen Luo and keep many people awake all night.

"not see."

The "Deputy Protector General" looked to be in his early thirties. He lay sideways on the bed and said impatiently, "How dare a barbarian like you keep talking so much?"

The kneeling man groaned in his heart, but thinking of the huge sum of money he had received, he still said: "Sir, the situation is really bad. Since the outbreak of the war, our war taxes on Anmenluo have changed again and again, and increased again and again. In less than a year, it has forced several rebellions. Now-"

"Can you say that again."

The Deputy Protector-General sat up.

He stared at the other person and said in a chilling voice: "What do you mean by 'force'?"

The other party knew that he had said the wrong thing, and without saying anything, he kowtowed immediately. His kowtows became louder and louder, and the white jade floor tiles were immediately stained with blood.

The deputy governor looked at this scene coldly, his anger still not gone, he sneered: "What are you pretending to be! Just a little skin breakage, a little blood, and you think you can pretend to be a loyal subject with just these things?"

Compared to the sneer on his face, he felt more angry in his heart.

The resettlement areas are far away from the mainland, so the official positions here have always been lucrative. Many people have fought for them but failed to get them, let alone the position of "Deputy Grand Protector" of the Protectorate, which is second only to the "Grand Protector", and is above everyone else.

——But he doesn’t care at all!
Who am I? I am a descendant of a second-class family, the "Songshan Huang Clan"! Those people with the same family background, who didn't fight in the mainland of the East Land Republic, display the kingly way, and seek world affairs.

Here in the resettlement area, people can indulge themselves as they please, but how can a person from a second-class family like me lack these? After all, according to the tradition of the East Land Republic, once you are sent here, your official career has been sentenced to death - ruling a group of barbarians, no matter how well you govern, you will not be proud of it.

On the contrary, this career experience in an immigrant resettlement area will become an indelible stain on one's resume.

There are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavenly evolutions, and one escapes. This dead end is not without a solution. "Spiritual energy" is the only solution. As long as you can break through to the fourth ring, [Sublimation], then any stain will no longer be a stain, and the nobles will praise you for your meritorious service in educating the barbarians and welcome you back to your homeland.

It’s a pity that I’m not at the fourth ring, [Sublimation].

So a stain is still a stain, a stain that cannot be washed away.

Not to mention, there was a "Grand Protector" above him.

The other party holds this position, but I live in the mainland of the Republic all year round, making friends with many parties and accumulating capital in the hope of returning to the East Land Republic with dignity one day. I can only stay in this barbaric and foreign land. Even if I have made any achievements, most of them have to be attributed to the other party.

"Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the Lord! Dallasi? To put it nicely, he is the president of the largest chamber of commerce in Anmenluo. To put it bluntly, he is just a dog raised by my Protectorate! I raise it without caring about its dirtiness, but it doesn't think about repaying my kindness, but instead it starts barking!"

"It is their blessing and duty to be qualified to pay taxes and serve the country! If it weren't for our protection, how could these people have such a good life now? Now that we tighten the belt a little, they can't bear the hardship? The war tax case is too harsh? I think it's too shallow!"

After the deputy governor said a lot, his anger finally subsided a lot. He lay back down and snorted.

"Go back and tell Dallasi to be prepared. The tax cases will only increase, not decrease. We want the manpower, we want the money, we also want the raw materials and products. If he can't do it, then replace him with someone who can do it and collect the taxes."

The people kneeling in the hall were startled and suddenly realized something.

The Republic of East Land is giving up on Anmenluo?!

"Have you realized it only now?" The faint voice of the Deputy Protector-General came from above.

That’s true!

The other party was horrified and didn't know what to say, so he quickly prostrated himself on the ground and started kowtowed.

"Alright, stop knocking, you're dirtying my white jade steps." The deputy governor snorted, "The war is tense right now, and Anmen Luo has gradually become a burden - come on, tell me, if someone suddenly attacks Anmen Luo now, should we defend or retreat?"

"I don't know, your subordinate."

"This is the crux of the problem." The deputy governor said, "Those religious lunatics from the Vanpusta Empire have already set foot on the mainland of our republic, and the war is intense. The offensive against the corporate alliance has also been slow to make any major progress. The Beiting Defense Front, the Council of Knowledge, and the Four Brilliant Heavenly Hums have all turned away from our country."

"Do you think we should waste our energy just for a resettlement area and a bunch of barbarians?"

The deputy governor snorted, "What a fantasy! Since ancient times, there has been no reason for the common people to sacrifice for the barbarians. Now we have to use all the strength of Anmen Luo for five generations in the shortest possible time to make our Donglu Republic prosperous."

"You, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"I understand. Let's do it!" The deputy governor glanced at the bloodstained white jade steps, pointed his finger and said casually: "How about this, from now on, a 'white jade tax' will be imposed, and -"

The heat interrupted the words.

".Hmm?" The deputy chief governor was stunned for a moment, then frowned subconsciously: "Why is it suddenly getting hot?"

"This" the subordinate was confused, and suddenly realized that the blood from his kowtow was drying up and evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

——The answer is psychic power!
At that moment, the shanty towns, factory areas, mining areas of Anmenluo, from the towering steam towers to the devastated streets and alleys, even the "caveman" in the underground levels, all saw the red-gold light, which was forcing its way through the steel dome that covered their heads.

Move the sky and replace the red-gold color of the sea of ​​clouds!
The fifth ring psychic from afar descended on Anmen Luo. The people of Anmen Luo were stunned and stood there for a long time. As they watched, the towering mountain that symbolized the upper people and represented the supreme authority of the East Land Republic began to collapse.

Also, there is the Anmenluo Protectorate, which is known as the "Fairy Palace in the Clouds".

It seemed as if some defense system was triggered and launched a counterattack, but the next moment, they all turned into insignificant bubbles in the raging sea of ​​flames, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and were smashed to pieces.

Song Shi only made one move.

With one knife, the world changes.

——The entire Protectorate was burned to ashes.

The second-class family's majestic family background, the war tax policies that had not yet been issued, everything turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

"——I have no intention of committing murder, so I suggest you don't move."

Following the flames was a sound that swept through the streets and alleys of Anmenluo along with the burning wind.

"For now, just continue doing what you were doing. Don't be nervous, and don't do anything else."

In a corner of Anmenluo, a ball of fire was lit. A man who had just drawn a knife and was about to start a robbery caught fire.

He only had time to wail "Didn't you say to keep going!" before he turned into ashes in front of the people who had just been blocked.

"—except for criminal acts."

As he was saying this, seven more people were set on fire.

Song Shi stood in the sea of ​​fire, overlooking the entire city from the [Liuliguan] while dialing the number.

"It's done, you can come in now."

Half an hour later, the first armed vanguard belonging to the Enlightened Ones landed in an aerial vehicle.

They will be responsible for clearing out the remaining resistance in Ammonlo, quelling the chaos and re-establishing a system of order.

This was the strategy that was formulated from the beginning.

Anmenluo was not taken seriously in the first place, and as the war broke out, the garrison here was gradually withdrawn, and the defense became even more empty. As for the extraordinary units, there was not even a fourth-ring psychic. The highest combat power stationed here was a third-ring psychic, who was burned to ashes along with the Protectorate.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Song Shi chose to go there alone.

The appearance of a fifth-ring psychic is enough to destroy the will to resist of most people. Well, actually this title is useless. Considering the poor education and cognitive level of the Anmenlo people, they actually can't understand the significance of the fifth-ring psychic.

But at least it's visible.

So just take action.

So just take action, that’s enough.

The sea of ​​fire that covered all directions, the pure violence, was exposed nakedly in front of the world in an indisputable manner. Even those who were blind and had no money to replace their eyes were also afraid because the scorching heat licked their faces.

With a buzz, a bullet was fired.

Shooting into the air.

Following the path of the bullet, Song Shi glanced over and saw that the source came from a hotel. This hotel has dozens of floors, surrounded by clouds and cranes, with high eaves, magnificent yet elegant, located in the wealthy area of ​​Anmenluo, quite eye-catching.

At this moment, a man climbed onto the top floor of the hotel.

White skin and dark brown hair, these are typical features of the Ammono people. He stood there trembling, but it was not fear that was the cause, but anger that penetrated his bones.

The man was wearing a light, close-fitting combat uniform, and judging by the style, he should be a security guard for the hotel. His face was distorted and shaking due to excessive anger, and the trigger of the gun in his hand was tightly pulled, aimed at the figure in the sky, and he refused to let go until he fired the last bullet.

"Eating the emperor's salary is the only way to be loyal to the emperor."

He looked at the burned Anmenluo Protectorate with red eyes, and screamed loudly over and over again in the unfluent Donglu dialect with a thick accent.

"I have nothing to fear from worrying about you! Nothing to fear! Nothing to fear!"

Until a member of the Enlightened Armed Forces broke open the iron door of the rooftop, rushed forward and pinned the other party down. The latter was struggling desperately, still staring at Song Shi and roared: "What are you afraid of! What are you afraid of! What are you afraid of?"

Soon, a hood was forced onto his head and his mouth was gagged, and his shrill voice suddenly disappeared.

"You love the Eastland Republic so much?"

Looking at the other person's back being escorted, Song Shi said unhappily, "I, a genuine native, haven't said anything yet, and you, an Anmenluo person, are crying first."

There was more than one gunshot.

Although there was a sea of ​​fire overhead, as the Enlightened Forces officially left, gunshots and explosions still broke out from time to time in various parts of the city. However, they disappeared as quickly as they came, and these movements were extinguished one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At a certain moment, Song Shi suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Then he swooped down.

——The destination is the underground level of Anmenluo!

That's where the so-called "troglodytes", the ninth-class citizens of the ninth-class, live.

Without having to follow complicated descent procedures or wait for an elevator or other means of transportation, Song Shi turned into a streak of fire and smashed into the underground levels. In the blink of an eye, he penetrated more than ten floors and landed in front of an underground scrap yard.

Embedded in the cement blocks are bent steel bars, plastic bags, prosthetic limbs with peeling silicone covers, and badly rusted iron sheets. These scattered pieces of garbage gathered together to form a small hill that cannot be ignored.

For the "cavemans" of Ammonlo, any resource is worth fighting for. To them, these piles of waste are like tempting treasures, enough to trigger a bloody and deadly neighborhood conflict.

But at this moment, although the precious supplies were right before their eyes, there was no bloodshed or even quarreling.

There were quite a lot of people, about thirty or forty of them, crowded in front of the scrap yard, kneeling and looking up together.

On the pulpit built with several broken tires piled together, a middle-aged man with simple clothes and rough skin looked around at everyone with sharp eyes and spoke loudly.

"This body and this soul are both extensions of your majesty’s legacy—"

(End of this chapter)