Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 770: Light Always Reaches
When they noticed a stranger, several of the kneeling "cavemans" suddenly became nervous and subconsciously reached for their weapons at their waists. After finding nothing, they remembered that according to the priest's rules, they were not allowed to bring weapons here. So they handed in their weapons before entering the door.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, but soon they realized that the priest just smiled at them and continued to read the scriptures. With the clear reading, their nervous hearts gradually relaxed.

".Akanaros the Ever-Burning said: 'Bathe in my light, and have fire in your hearts, and burn for good.'"

The sermon was almost over, and within a few minutes, the priest ended the service with these words: "Stand up, everyone, and remember that you are not worshipping me, but the Holy Spirit and His Majesty, and the goodness in your heart."

Inside the garbage station, there was a burst of uncoordinated responses.

The priest walked down from the pulpit made of broken tires and folded the handwritten scriptures that were stapled together. He nodded to Song Shi, asking him to wait a moment, and then walked into the crowd.

He leaned down and half-knelt in front of the nearest person, who had white skin and brown hair, a typical native of Anmenluo.

"Eric, what do you need?"

This "Eric" was physically quite strong, but in front of the priest, he was as respectful as a lamb.

He tapped his right hand, a rusty, ugly mechanical prosthesis, and said in a muffled voice: "Father, my hand has been feeling weak recently. I think the bearing inside is rusted. Do you have any left?"

He first listed a series of bearing models, hesitated for a moment, and then listed the second series: "If it doesn't work, I'll make do with something similar. Oh, and the old dog head is barking again, otherwise we might as well get there first..."

"Old dog, I will go find him myself. Don't always think of solving the problem by killing."

The priest thought for a moment and then said, "I remember there are a few GB-T309 bearings that you may need. Go with Afar to get them. He knows where they are."

A tall man with a metal bucket covering his head came out. He was Afar, the priest's assistant who managed the garbage station. He motioned for Eric to follow him, and Eric immediately stood up and followed.

Just as he was about to enter the garbage station, he suddenly turned around, glared at Song Shi fiercely, and shook his mechanical prosthesis, warning the other party not to mess around.

The priest didn't care about it, he just walked to the next person.

"Xiao Shen, what are you doing for?"

This is a young boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old. Compared with the other Anmenluo people around him, his skin color is much darker and his facial features are quite peculiar. Compared with the Anmenluo people, he is closer to the people of Donglu.

Considering that this is Anmen Luo, the result is obvious. It is another Donglu person - the offspring left after these "upper people" had relations with the Anmen Luo people. The Donglu people naturally would not recognize this kind of accidentally born mixed-race child, and the Anmen Luo people also despised it, so the situation has always been tragic.

If "caveman" is the ninth-class citizen among the nine-class citizens, then mixed-race people are the ninth-class citizens among "caveman".

Simply put, they can be called twenty-seventh-class citizens.

In fact, before meeting the priest, Xiao Shen was not called "Xiao Shen", but "Twenty-Seven". Until the former said, everyone has a name, you should have one too, he helped the other party to give him a Donglu name of Shen.

"Father, the tube of my respirator broke again. My mother is gasping for breath so hard that she can't even take care of the guests. I want a plastic tube so I can go back and replace it."

The priest said gently, "I see. You can go get it too. And bring some painkillers. Your mother may need them. I will come to your house tomorrow and take a closer look at the respirator."

Not everyone asked for it. Some people shook their heads when asked by the priest, and instead took something out of their pockets and offered it to him.

These things, whether a bottle of medicine of unknown efficacy or whether it was contaminated, or half a broken implant, or even a steel pipe or a lathe blade, the priest accepted them all, solemnly accepted them one by one, and sent them to the scrap yard.

"Does anyone need anything? Does anyone have any questions? Does anyone want to hand in anything?"

After questioning the last person, the priest stood up again. He called out a few times, but found no one answered, so he nodded and said, "Then everyone, please go away."

But no one moved. There were a few people who wanted to sneak away, but when they saw that the others around them did not move, they gritted their teeth and decided to stay.

Everyone stood up and stared at the stranger who was reluctant to leave and kept watching. When the other party raised his foot, they subconsciously stood in front of the priest and formed a human wall.

"——You and I, the dead and the living, are all your Majesty's people. We are a flock of sheep bathed in light, no one is different from the other, and we are all believers who help each other. You don't need to protect me, because your Majesty's people are never afraid."

But someone reached out a hand and moved away the wall of people. The priest was seen reciting, walking out of the crowd and standing at the front.

"I recognize you. You are Song Shi, 'Nandou' of the Enterprise Alliance, a powerful person of the fifth ring."

The hair was messy because it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, but behind the messy hair, the eyes were frighteningly bright, the priest said with a smile.

"Imperial Church, Diocese of Roald." He stood up straight. "Missionary Bill Christian, greetings."

“Oh, I really should have thought of that sooner.”

Song Shi said this, but his tone did not change, as if he was used to it.

"There must be missionaries like you in a place like Anmenluo."

Imperial state religion, missionaries.

For all the non-imperial powers, this was a target that had to be strictly guarded against. Even in the corporate alliance known for religious freedom, from giant corporations to the Enlightened, these missionaries were the targets of severe crackdowns and supervision.

Because the Empire’s state religion is not an ordinary religion that you just pass by.

They have been worshipping for thousands of years, creating the [Realm of Disaster] and the [Sea of ​​Faith], and producing a large number of psychic entities.

Even in a place like the Empire with strict rules and regulations, the troublesome problem of "disaster" has arisen. If it were in a place like the Corporate Alliance with complex desires and freedom of belief, the scale of "disaster" would inevitably increase significantly.

——The cornerstone of "disaster" is faith.

In a place like the Corporate Alliance where there is no foundation for state religion, "disasters" are like rootless duckweed, which can be blown away by the wind. But once the imperial missionaries move in and promote the popularization of state religion, then "disasters" will have fertile ground and can be quickly born and bring disaster to the world.

Although there is no solution.
Song Shi thought to himself that the basis for the survival of "disasters" is the [disaster realm]. If the throne of God - for example, Isidore Siniti is determined, he may be able to blow up the entire disaster realm and crush all disasters.

Unfortunately, the [Disaster Realm] and the [Sea of ​​Faith] are two sides of the same coin. If the former is destroyed, the latter cannot be spared, so Imenya Kata, the current emperor of the empire, will naturally not allow it. With the strongest psychic on Terra standing in the way, this so-called solution is useless.

Therefore, at least in the corporate alliance, there are many kinds of cults, and a large number of them emerge and disappear every year, but the "Imperial State Religion" has always been absolutely intolerable - occasionally some of them stay temporarily, but it is for academic research or some kind of benefit.

"The situation is turbulent now. There are sufferings everywhere in Terra. We have the protection of His Majesty and live in peace and stability - but how can we be willing to enjoy ourselves and not see the sufferings of others?" Missionary, Bill Christian shook his head: "Anmenluo is just one of them."

He stretched out his index finger, pointed at someone next to him, and his voice suddenly lowered, but the man's tone was heavier than ever before: "The people of Anmenluo, these children who are contemptuously called 'caveman', are just one of the millions of sufferers." "You, no, how long have you been in Anmenluo?" Song Shi asked.

Bill Christian said without hesitation, "I received the mission, left the empire, traveled for one month and twenty-one days, and arrived at Anmenluo seventy-eight days ago."

That is, during the time when I was sleeping?
In just 78 days, he had built up such a huge business. He was indeed a missionary who had undergone rigorous training in the empire and had been iterating his fighting style for thousands of years. His efficiency was indeed quite good.
Song Shi has already felt it.

In just a short while, people were approaching the scrap yard one after another - it was obvious that someone among the worshippers had secretly reported the news.

Crack, the sound of cans being hit.

Song Shi turned his head and glanced behind him.

I saw a burly man in a vest holding a wrench. He first looked at the can that he accidentally bumped into at his feet, and then looked at Song Shi right in front of him. He was not panicked at all, but grinned hard.

Behind him, from the darkness, people slowly emerged one after another, some tall, some thin, some old, some young, the tall maintenance worker covered in oil and the young man throwing a knife stood together. These people surrounded the garbage station and Song Shi, staring at the latter with murderous eyes.

No. To be in Anmenluo, to live as "caveman" in the underground level, they have seen as many dead people as living people.

"Father." Someone suddenly shouted.

The sound of guns being loaded could be heard in the crowd.

"You guys"

Bill Christian stared at them and exhaled deeply.

Immediately, he smiled and said, "Come on, all of you go, I want to talk to this gentleman alone."

The crowd stirred for a moment, then fell still.

Bill Christian's smile gradually faded, and he said, "I'll be fine."

"Father!" someone couldn't help but shout.

"Okay, it makes me look like I'm really going to go on a killing spree."

Song Shi slightly bent his index finger and flicked the heavy knife, and a clear clanging sound suddenly came from the garbage station.

The clanging sound was not loud, but when everyone heard it, it was as if boiling water was poured on their hearts. The original restlessness was extinguished immediately, and then, a ray of bright light suddenly rose, and the dimness in this area melted away in an instant -

A dark room becomes light.

"You are right about one thing. There are indeed countless people who are not doing well and who are suffering. They are everywhere on the streets."

Standing under the firelight, Song Shi put away his heavy gun and said calmly, "So I came."

"You're here? From what I've read, you don't seem like the kind of person who wants to take care of these things," said Bill Christian.

Song Shi remained calm: "So we are here."

"I see." Bill Christian nodded slightly. "I heard a lot of noise before. Since you are already here, I should be able to conclude that the rule of the East Land Republic over the Anmenluo resettlement area has come to an end."

"That's about right." Song Shi was not surprised by the disgrace: "I just burned down the Protectorate."

"Haha, is that so?" Bill Christian's eyes were deep and bright. He said, "This is a good thing. During the days I was in Anmenluo, I witnessed the cruel rule of the Protectorate all the time."

At this point, the missionary's expression changed. He was angry but sad, and sighed, "The East Land Republic divides people into different classes, making a person's birth more important than anything else, and inflicting terrible and cruel oppression."

"Our Empire vows to follow Your Majesty, unite all people and liberate the people of the East Continent Republic. Everyone understands that there are limitations to everything and it cannot be accomplished overnight - but this does not mean that we should not do it."

Bill Christian sighed and said, "We arrived here before the imperial army to bring a ray of light to Anmenluo and the people who are suffering in Anmenluo, and to lead them to watch for the dawn that will eventually come."

"You destroyed the Protectorate and broke the rule of the East Land Republic. This is good, very good."

"Your attitude is so friendly?" Song Shi tilted his head: "Let's not talk about anything else. I killed Renata with my own hands. She was the rising star of the empire. Although it was a formal duel, don't you really have any objections?"

"If it was you who died that day," Bill Christian said gently, "I would pray for you too."

"It is indeed your usual style. I accept the good words, but the result will not change." Song Shi snorted and laughed, then stepped aside and made way: "You know our attitude towards the empire."

"Missionary, Bill Christian, you have been ordered to be deported - including your companions. I just counted Anmen Luo, a total of five people. I will give you some time to pack your things. Remember to be careful on the road, otherwise you will overturn your car in the wasteland and the Empire will think it was my fault."

"I see."

There was no response, Bill Christian just nodded.

"When I came here, I only brought this copy of 'The Treatise on Admonitions'." He tapped his chest with his index finger, and a dull sound came from there. It was the religious book that he had put in his arms earlier. "When I leave, I only need to take it with me."

"The rest will be left to them here."

Bill Christian turned around and walked out of the garbage station, but after a few steps, he could no longer walk.

Because the crowd gathered around and was unwilling to disperse.

The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, raised his hand and spoke loudly.

"Everyone - the people who have been with me day and night! Your Majesty's children!"

"Please don't worry, please don't be sad, I'm just leaving here temporarily, this is not an escape, I will go to other places - other places like you, who need to see salvation and light."

"One day, I will come here again, bringing with me the eternal light, and meet you again!"

After saying that, Bill Christian didn't hesitate any more. Without looking back, he walked out of the garbage station in tattered clothes and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)