Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 796 Unforgivable Sin
The support of faith crumbled like snowflakes.

Looking up at the light that obliterates everything.

“One who is close to God,” Adair Blume, the Imperial Pope, displayed strong and vivid emotions, first anger, then deep shame.

Shame for the millions of believers who trusted and loved him, yet whom he failed to protect.

You have done enough.

"But 'good' cannot change the outcome."

At first, the sound was slightly distorted and thunderous, but when it reached my ears, it became clear, as if someone had come to my side.

Adair Blume felt a tap on his shoulder.

It sounds like a word of comfort, yet also like a word of advice.

Suddenly, someone stood up beside the old man.

He was a man who looked to be around forty years old. He was strong, and his simple clothes were stretched out of shape, but he wasn't exactly burly. His facial features were well-defined, with a high nose bridge, but not to the point of being as sculpted as a marble statue.

"Swallow this humiliation and brand it in the most prominent place on your heart."

He lifted his hand off the old man's shoulder.

The movement wasn't fast, but it wasn't interrupted.

From the moment the man appeared, the light that had been pressing down on the entire Vanpusta Empire gradually slowed. For the first time, the all-pervasive and all-encompassing light collided with an insurmountable barrier.

From a distance, they appear to be frozen in mid-air.

The sixth ring is about "transcendence".

The most powerful psionicist in Terra's history, the supreme emperor of the Vanpusta Empire.

—"Emperor", Immenya Qata.

He tilted his head slightly upwards.

Witnessing the figure standing in the sky, the emperor they followed and believed in, after a brief moment of astonishment, spontaneously exerted all his strength to make the [beacons of faith] that were spread throughout every corner of the empire shine brighter than ever before!

Beams of light pierced the sky, and the immense power of faith, accumulated over thousands of years, surged toward the man like a tidal wave.

Then, it was pressed down by a hand.

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These powers of faith were pushed aside.

"No need." He shook his head. "No need."

Then his gaze shifted to the sky, to the end of the endless light, to that unrestrained silhouette.

“Ming Xianyuan.” He raised his hand and said calmly, “You want to slaughter my people and believers, your crime is unforgivable.”

“I will kill you,” Immenya Qata said. “That’s your punishment.”

A wild laugh descended from the sky, accompanied by an even brighter light!

"—I've been waiting for this for a long time!"

Immenya Qata didn't answer; he simply shook hands, raised his fist to the sky, and threw a punch.

From above, the planet's surface was bathed in a dazzling light that replaced the entire empire—as people's consciousness flowed once more, they slowly covered their gaping mouths.

A massive, celestial-sized void appeared on the spot of light.

Immanya Kata and Mingxianyuan disappeared, leaving only ripples that stretched from Terra into deep space, representing the direction they had traveled.

"Anyone else planning to add fuel to the fire?"

In Zhuguang City, Song Shi, leaning against a water tank on the rooftop of a building, looked up at the faintly visible moon: "Yes, it's calling you." Naturally, he received no response.

If there were other people present, they would only suspect that the person in front of them was talking to themselves.

Song Shi disagreed, closing his eyes and drifting in and out of sleep.

"It won't leave the stage." After an unknown amount of time, a person suddenly appeared behind Song Shi. His tone was enigmatic, revealing a range of emotions: "Isidore Siniti, Ming Xianyuan, Archibald."

“A total of four Divine Thrones made their move.” He stared at his palm, then looked at the enormous void that was still visible even thousands of miles away: “Divine Thrones. Divine Thrones.”

The person who arrived was none other than Chaklo Vaughn.

"Ha, 'Observer,' does it really only like to squat on the evening moon to observe?" Song Shi opened his eyes, without turning his head, and said leisurely, "Let's have a rational discussion, between it and that one from the Silent Ones Society, who is more objective and neutral?"

Chakro did not answer.

Song Shi remained silent.

So Chakro replied, “I think it was the Silent Ones who learned it. I still remember the blow it dealt me.”

Song Shi burst into laughter.

"Hey"

He dusted off his clothes and stood up unsteadily.

Forcibly resonating with the entire Terra in a state of "unity of man and nature," and choosing to confront the Abyss head-on for the sake of rewriting, proved to be more difficult than anticipated.

Song Shi had to admit one thing: without the swift elimination of other forces and Ming Xianyuan's strong push, he probably wouldn't have been able to achieve this level on his own.

Oh, Terra.

"The environment is alright." Song Shi twisted his neck; after a nap, he could smell the fresh air around him. "With you guarding Zhuguang City, the losses shouldn't be too great. How are the other places?"

After a few seconds of no response, Song Shi turned his head in surprise.

Chaklo was silent for a while, his tone sounding even more tired than Song Shi's.

"The exact number is still being tallied, but conservatively estimated, the total number of casualties across Terra exceeded 50 million in the 24 hours following the Abyss overwrite."

He did not mention the non-personnel losses, such as the resulting disorder, social unrest, and property damage.

"Is that so?" Song Shi muttered.

“It’s much less than expected, because of your choice, you’ve successfully slowed down the overwriting of the abyss.” Chakro said, but shook his head: “It’s still much more than I imagined, far, far more.”

Song Shi nodded in understanding.

Everyone could see clearly that in this battle between "The Corrector" Ruan Fa and "Lord of the Ten Realms" Dwight Brooks, regardless of who won or lost, one of them would definitely die, and perhaps two.

However, the latter's final act exceeded everyone's expectations—the open-source release of Singularity Technology's "Based Reality Overwrite".

Such a priceless treasure, such incredible materialization, was thus brazenly scattered across the land of Terra by Dwight Brooks.

Regardless of its future impact, at least for now, its primary function is to act as a cataclysmic engine. Different depths of the "Abyss" are flooding into reality. Depths 1 and 2 are relatively manageable; for ordinary people exposed to them for a short period, the aftereffects wouldn't be too severe.

Depths of 3, 4, 5, and 6 are essentially no less dangerous than steel furnaces for ordinary people, with virtually no chance of survival; touching them means certain death.

No, it's even more terrifying than a steelmaking furnace.

The pain of the steel furnace is only short-lived, but the pain of the Abyss is long-lasting. Elemental memes, redundant psionic energy, and viral programs are like iron nails driven into the brain fluid, nailing one's mind into a vortex of depravity.

The "derivatives" bred by the Abyss are also omnipresent, deformed monsters that devour things in reality.

Humans are ultimately too fragile.

(End of this chapter)