Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 860 I know

Whether you agree or not, you can obtain the singularity technology "quantum communication link".

From any perspective, this is an extremely attractive thing.

Because "quantum communication links" are indeed highly efficient and have a wide range of applications.

At its most basic level, it can greatly improve the operational capabilities of the New Order Federation's information systems. With the contributions of various parties, network technology has now flourished beyond imagination, and almost any action must take this area into consideration.

For example, creating a signal-shielding silent environment using powerful electromagnetic weapons to interfere with electronic warfare is a typical tactic. When corporate hackers assist mercenaries in attacking important facilities, they often face problems such as signal jamming, which limits many of their methods and makes them walk on thin ice.

However, with the "quantum communication link," the so-called silent environment that isolates the inside from the outside is no longer effective. The New Order Federation can move freely and carry out asymmetric warfare at will—even when the enemy becomes blind and deaf, they can still work together.

Precious.

Chaklo looked at the data storage device so close to him, then at Sampson Williams, but he didn't reach out to take it.

“We’ve explored beyond our own systems more than once in history. But right now, only your group is still pushing forward,” Chaklo said, emphasizing each word: “—Sampson William.”

“I can grant your request. The New Order Federation will take over the support for the subsequent deep space exploration fleet. But this is not a deal for the singularity technology ‘quantum communication link.’ This is based on a sense of shared destiny, the long-term survival of the race, and the meaning of life and the universe. Remember this, this is my reason for agreeing.”

“I understand.” Sampson Williams paused for a moment, then bowed respectfully and once again presented the data storage device containing the complete archive of the “quantum communication link”.

This time, Chakro was no longer indifferent and calmly accepted it.

He said, “Every event has its consequences. Over the years, you have caused countless horrific injuries and systemic evils. The [Central Hub] must go bankrupt and disintegrate, and you 'Celestial Beings' should also—”

“I know,” Sampson Williams said. “I understand.”

He seemed to have shut something down.

The man's mouth, nasal cavity, and eyeballs suddenly boiled over—not metaphorically, but his saliva, tears, and all the moisture under his mucous membranes—all of which, in the near-zero pressure vacuum, experienced a sudden drop in boiling point.

They vaporized and expanded wildly.

His eyeballs bulged out, the whites of his eyes rapidly became bloodshot, and spiderweb-like blood vessels seeped out like an underground tide. Tiny bubbles began to expand from under the cornea and from the edge of the eyelids, emerging uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a warm liquid mixed with blood foam gushed from the man's mouth and nose, instantly turning into fine, pink ice crystals in the vacuum, which scattered uncontrollably.

His face and neck swelled up at a visible speed, as if gripped by an invisible hand or being inflated by a pump. His skin was stretched to its limit, turning a horrifying bluish-purple, with large areas of subcutaneous capillaries rupturing and forming terrifying bruises—the next moment, a dull "plop" sound.

Sampson Williams' head exploded like a balloon that had been inflated to its limit.

The headless gaping hole was filled with gushing bodily fluids that suddenly spread outwards, as if someone had poured a large basin of water into a sea of ​​fire, creating a vast expanse of scarlet mist in the vacuum environment.

As a core member of the prestigious [Zenith Central], a Celestial among Celestials, Sampson Williams possesses both third-ring psychic abilities and a full set of top-tier cybernetic implants. While the vacuum environment is undoubtedly dangerous and brutal for living beings, theoretically it has no effect on him—

Song Shi saw it clearly; the other party had deliberately suppressed their spiritual energy and shut down their entire prosthetic body, which was why this scene was unfolding before him.

*Poof.* Under the low gravity, Sampson Williams' headless body did not fall down. Instead, like a message in a bottle thrown into the sea, it drifted slowly upwards.

Behind him, the "celestial beings" lined up in formation also removed their space helmets one by one. Crimson water mist sprayed and evaporated, and fine pieces of flesh were scattered all around. Standing high above the setting moon, looking down, the surface of the celestial body seemed to bloom with tiny red flowers.

One by one, the "celestial beings" died, their headless bodies swaying and tilting, reminiscent of bubbles in the water, crowding each other and drifting freely.

The next "celestial beings" filled in one by one, forming a long, slowly inching forward. Their helmets were removed, revealing faces that were both different and seemingly the same: men, women, the elderly, the handsome, the ordinary, the excited, the resentful, the unwilling, the sorrowful.
Then, about ten seconds after the prosthetic body was deactivated and the helmet was removed, the same scene appeared.

A look of amazement flashed in Song Shi's eyes, which quickly turned into admiration.

He glanced at the others; Paddy Morse frowned, seemingly thinking it was too wasteful, while Yvette Gregory remained calm, her eyes showing little emotion.

Another helmet was held down by two hands, but it seemed to be glued to the ground. The hands remained there, motionless, and did not remove it immediately.

After a few seconds, or perhaps a few breaths, his trembling hands finally hardened, and he slowly removed the helmet. Below was a youthful face, perhaps even childish, about ten years old.

Without the protection of his life support equipment, his face quickly contorted, and his head suddenly turned purplish-red and swollen.
Chakro was furious.

"enough!"

After those words, the world fell silent.

An overwhelming will descended, forcing reality to submit to its power based on its own selfish desires—

True Spirit, Second Stage.

—"Reversing Life and Death!"
As if time had reversed, the gushing crimson blood, even the smallest drop, was re-entered along the same path it had come from. The shattered head reformed, the purplish-red bruises gradually disappeared, until finally, the helmet that had been removed covered the little boy's face once more.

Even deaths that are treated equally can be forcibly reversed.
Song Shi thought to himself, no matter how many times he sees it, he still can't help but sigh. It's a truly unreasonable spirit. Fortunately, the good thing is that even if Chaklo ascends to the throne of gods in the future, he still can't bring back those who died by his own "annihilation".

The little boy, shrouded in a spacesuit, had his face obscured, but the perception of a high-level psychic was exceptionally sharp, especially for someone at the fifth ring, the True Spirit. Song Shi could clearly sense that the boy was bewildered and clearly astonished.

He unconsciously touched his head with both hands.

"You don't care about other people's lives, and you don't care about your own—who gave you that right?"

With each word Chakro spoke, invisible ripples spread out, immobilizing all the "celestial beings" from all directions, preventing them from removing their helmets: "It's because of this concept that the corporate alliance has become this monstrous state!"

“Patty, these people should be dealt with according to the regulations, through legal procedures.”

Chakro stopped looking at the densely packed, silent "celestial beings," turned around, and said something to Paddy Morse beside him.

"As you wish." The latter nodded.

Thus, Chakro, like a comet, flew away from the setting moon and crashed into Terra's atmosphere, returning to the earth as the president of the New Order Federation to take charge of the situation.

(End of this chapter)