Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 820 A Tale of a Grand Dream
The sixfold [Destruction] blasted through the space carrier.

Even the Heart Wall, enhanced by the True Spirit's "3.2 Billion Miracles," could not withstand such destructive power.

The vast celestial fire reached the heavens above and drew upon the earth below, completely engulfing the "Land of Eternal Dreams," permeating every inch of space with an intense, almost overwhelming intensity.

However, Song Shi could see clearly; with the enhancement of the psionic skill [Glassy View], he could clearly see the scene within—

The colorless and formless barrier had become incredibly conspicuous, covered with shocking crimson-gold cracks, and was on the verge of collapse. The space carrier "Eternal Dreamland" behind it was in even worse shape, completely pierced by flames, almost torn in two, and on the verge of collapse.

The destruction is spreading at a visible rate, as if it were being crammed into an expanding sun, ignited, and burst open.

It was at this moment that a terrifying roar erupted from the top of the space carrier!
A new momentum rose from the vast heavenly fire, so magnificent that it forcibly carved out a pure land—the Zen Ryusho Temple stands here!

The girl slowly raised her eyes.

Her clothes were burned to tatters, and even her youthful and beautiful face was covered in ash. Yet, at this moment, she was more captivating than ever before.

"Sorry, everyone."

she says.

Inside the space carrier, the surviving crew members shook their heads, their eyes shining: "You've done enough."

They stood up, left their posts, and, supporting each other, crossed the smoke-filled, fire-ridden corridors, jumped over those terrifying, huge gaping holes, and struggled onto the deck.

"Perhaps I was born for this very day." One person laughed freely, "Lord Setsuna, thank you."

"Haha. If it weren't for seeing your slice back then, which inspired me, I'd probably still be wandering around, rotting away in some stinking ditch." Another person said, their eyes filled with nostalgia, but even more so with happiness: "Where could I be like this now, working for a giant corporation and becoming a member of an aerospace carrier?"

"Please, please don't blame yourself, Lord Setsuna." A girl clasped her hands together. Judging from her attire, she was probably a navigator. Her voice sounded soft: "Taking all other people's mistakes upon yourself is very, very tiring. You clearly told us not to live too hard."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," the marine corps attaché choked back tears. "I'm too weak, I couldn't protect you."

“I am the shield control supervisor. The shield generators have all burned out, how can I have the face to live? I should have committed suicide to atone for my sins.” A man bowed deeply: “Please forgive my extremely impolite request, let me contribute my last bit of strength to fight alongside you one last time.”

Under Song Shi's gaze, the vacuum within the sea of ​​flames was gradually expanding!

Impressive presence, or more accurately, a "sense of presence".

In my perception, Zenru Setsuna's "presence" was increasing at an alarming rate, like a lamp being lit, illuminating a thousand-year-old dark room. The sky and earth seemed unable to contain her, as if the girl was about to fill the entire space!
Under the immeasurable "presence", in an instant, only "Zen-Liu-Chan-Nan" remained in Song Shi's eyes.

Countless, wispy thoughts, transcending the constraints of space, converged into a surging torrent, surrounding the girl—these thoughts were elusive and illusory, yet Song Shi, having reached the fifth ring, the True Spirit, could perceive them!

"Lord Setsuna"

"Who are you? Please pay attention to Zenru Setsuna!"

"Virtual idols are right, I'm telling you."

Go and bear witness to this world for me—

"In that instant, I like you so much, I really, really like you."

In a daze, Song Shi could even hear faint sounds.

They were blurry and indistinct, but when thousands of voices came together, they became an undeniable roar, even suppressing the raging psionic flames!
From all corners of the world, the power of faith is being mobilized!

"—This is not faith."

The girl raised her head, but her eyelids were lowered.

"This is 'trust'."

"How can the beauty and love in our hearts withstand the ravages of reality? No one is born dreaming of being rich."

Boom.

The space carrier "Eternal Dreamland," having suffered repeated damage, finally reached its breaking point. Its armor plates cracked, and large chunks of burning debris streaked across the sky and tumbled towards the earth.

The crew members on the space carrier displayed a complex mix of emotions—sadness, anger, pain—on their faces, but the one emotion missing was fear.

"There's just no other way."

“When they try to speak out, they are met with ridicule from those around them. Hope is thus carefully buried deep in their hearts, tightly sealed, so that no one else can notice it.”

"Hope may fade, may be buried, but it never dies; it remains. They never lost the ability to love; their hearts can still tremble. So they chose to place their hopes—they placed their hopes on something untouchable, a distant place where no one would laugh, where the beauty in their hearts was granted, and where the unspeakable pain was acknowledged."

"They believe that if their loved ones can see scenery they've never seen before, taste delicious, unpolluted food, or even skydive from space, then even someone as wretched as themselves can find some small comfort."

boom--

The main structure of the space carrier was completely destroyed, reminiscent of burning roof beams collapsing with a crackling sound. Those standing on it should have fallen with it, but not a single person actually did.

An invisible force supported them.

"They trust me."

Zenru's makeup changed little by little, and even the captain's clothes caught fire, disintegrating into points of light from bottom to top, like dust particles drifting into the wind.

Like shedding the dust.

"Trust me, and you will be able to love them."

Almost no one knew that after defeating "The Unextinguished Candle" Matthew Toyn, Zenryusha's years of hard work had finally borne fruit.

Countless thoughts wove into a veil of mist, gently falling upon the girl with the world's most tender touch.

Zenrushi opened its pupils, from which flowed countless visions, endless colors mingling and mixing, which should have become a pool of decay and turbidity. But now, they presented an unbelievably dazzling rainbow of crystal!
"Trust me."

"It can help them fulfill their unfinished dreams."

True Spirit, Second Stage.

——“The Great Dream”.

(End of this chapter)