Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 806 A Celestial Being Descends to Earth
The enormous holographic dome simulates the deep space, with a silver emblem representing the giant corporation "Zenith" suspended in the center, projecting a cold light.

Below the stage were tiered, suspended seats filled with representatives from major news agencies, independent media outlets, and a few invited independent journalists from the corporate alliance. A tranquil atmosphere permeated the air, and as the view rose slightly, one could see the fully armed security personnel bearing the "Celestial Central Hub" insignia surrounding the venue.

The magnificent structure of the "Lonely Sea," the Sunset Moon Expedition Base, emerges from the shadows, then the perspective zooms out—

A sleek transport ship emerged from the lunar surface. Not just one, but many ships, including frigates, cruisers, and battleships, rose from its surroundings. This deep-space fleet, like a giant serpent encircling the world, slowly slithered through the boundless darkness and coiled itself in the outer reaches of Terra.

Then, the gaze moves downwards.

Standing in the center of the stage was a man who looked to be in his forties, dressed in a suit and tie. However, compared to the others, he was a little taller, nearly two meters, and his lower limbs were also slightly slender.

—These are unique physiological characteristics of the "celestial beings" living on the Xiyue Expedition Base.

The deep space fleet on the screen disappeared at the right moment, replaced by a brief introduction.

Malcolm Reid, Head of Corporate Public Relations and Legal Strategy at the giant corporation Zenith.

The formally dressed host smiled and extended his hand: "The Celestial Central Hub, the pioneer of mankind in exploring the territory of the setting moon, a tragic and immortal trailblazer. It represents too much glory and has won countless brilliant laurels."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to witness—to witness a historic moment!"

Malcolm Reed stepped forward and surveyed the room. Despite being the head of corporate public relations and legal strategy, his expression lacked any semblance of tact or gentleness; instead, it possessed an aggressive and cold hardness.

"A simple and obvious question in your hearts." He slowly straightened his tie, looking down at the crowd: "Why would I, a noble celestial being, descend to earth at this time, representing the [Central Hub]? You have been eagerly awaiting the answer."

I will tell you.

The stage suddenly went dark, then slowly brightened.

Complex engineering diagrams and realistic scene renderings appear and disappear simultaneously, transforming into a magnificent model—a huge elevator car speeds along slender yet resilient nanocables, connecting the prosperous Terra and the giant space station.

"This era is one of prosperity and decay. War, famine, natural disasters—every imaginable catastrophe is happening somewhere in Terra. In this era, where will I, we, and the Central Heavens go? What place will we occupy? From what perspective should we examine this world riddled with problems?"

"We need a bridge, a bridge to the outside world of Terra."

Those who were able to sit here had done their homework beforehand, and they immediately realized something.

"—Yes, you heard me right."

Malcolm Reed raised his hand, his fist pointing directly at the center of everyone's vision.

"Eighty-two years ago, the first-generation space elevator was destroyed in the war between the seven planets. The magnificent structure that rose from the equator was deliberately broken and turned into a meteor shower that streaked across the atmosphere. The hard work and efforts of countless people were reduced to nothing at that moment. The space program that had briefly reached the future came to an end due to the conflicts on Earth."

"But we have never given up for a single day."

The man held his head high, his posture arrogant.

"The boundless potential of the Evening Moon will be unleashed. Helium-3, rare minerals, and a zero-gravity industrial environment will bring Terra unprecedented breakthroughs in clean energy, cutting-edge materials, and biomedicine. The [Zenith Center] will shoulder its predetermined responsibility, guiding humanity to take a crucial step towards the heavens. This is not a vision, but an impending reality." "On behalf of the [Zenith Center] and the 'Celestial Beings,' I hereby declare this."

"We will restart the space elevator project to demonstrate another possibility for the world."

"Oh, the Celestial Central Hub has also joined in. These celestial beings have finally found a reason to move away from the Evening Moon."

The man leaning against the railing hissed, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen on the exterior wall of the building several kilometers away. This speech had been a hot topic these past few days; the video was everywhere, playing on a loop, and who knew how much streaming had been secretly paid for.

Since the beginning of the "Post-Abyss Era," under the guise of building a "space elevator," this giant corporation, whose presence was previously somewhat faint, has finally begun to extend its reach back to the earth, revealing its supreme majesty as one of the gods to the corporate alliance.

Chu Tonglu asked, "What should we do?"

“Kill all enemies.” Song Shi leaned against the railing, his eyes half-open.

"His ferocity hasn't changed at all." Chu Tonglu tossed the can aside and wiped his mouth casually. "Hey, but you're absolutely right. In my opinion, that 'Deep Darkness' is probably no match for Aptoca Ryus."

"How can you talk about Zen-like moments now?"

"How's your cloning expertise going?" Song Shixian asked in return.

"Actually, it's not bad. After all, the Science Ethics Committee keeps adding to my titles. I've heard that some clones have started getting my image tattooed on their bodies." Chu Tonglu said, but his tone wasn't very smug. "But I'm starting to get a little tired of it. Obviously, you haven't noticed, but I've been reducing my appearances at events and starting to fade out of the public eye recently."

“This kind of public figure,” he shook his head, “I’m not comfortable in it, it’s not suitable for me. Now that things are almost done, I’m going to prepare to leave.”

"There's also the reason related to psionic energy," Song Shi pointed out accurately. "In the clone war, Lapis Lazuli returned to the fourth ring, but you fell short and remained at the peak of the third ring."

Chu Tonglu admitted, "That is indeed one of the reasons."

“The situation is getting more and more ridiculous. The third ring, tsk.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “I never thought that one day, a dignified third-ring psychic would be worthless.”

"That's nonsense. Who told you the third ring is worthless?" Song Shi said casually. "It just can't be played on the table, but it's still useful as a chess piece."

Chu Tonglu's face darkened.

“Chaklo and the others are still talking.” Song Shi said dismissively, then changed the subject to the previous one: “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. It’s impossible for them to launch a large-scale group offensive. If they really have to take action, we’ll just have to do it ourselves.”

“Indeed.” Chu Tonglu agreed: “When human wave tactics encounter a consensus of Zen Ryusatsuna’s caliber, they will turn against us in an instant.”

At this point, he couldn't help but snort, displeased, "These so-called 'consensus' are all about playing dirty tricks!"

"Well said." Song Shi praised, "Go and teach Zenryu Shasana a lesson."

"Uh, never mind."

(End of this chapter)