Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 102 Aftermath
"First of all, we strongly condemn the terrorist attack by Enlightened Ones. This kind of vicious incident that defies the law and tramples on human ethics is truly outrageous!"

"As the affected party of this incident, we will donate 4.3 million credit points to the Security Bureau as part of the initial construction funds for the future 'Palosser High Net Worth Talent Defense Mobile Team'."

On the display screen during the day, the well-dressed spokesperson looked serious as he spoke in front of the cameras of the many reporters below.

"But on the other hand, everyone must also figure out why a group of vicious terrorists chose our [Valhalla] as their display platform instead of [Paradise], [Lingxu Youfang] and other live broadcast platforms."

"I think this is closely related to Valhalla's creed of 'users are at the center of everything'. As the industry leader in the past three years, we have never felt satisfied or even slacked off. In addition to the service creed, Valhalla's technical support has always been at the forefront of the world, with real-time virtual framework, zero-time-difference transmission data lines, and integrated virtual sensing networks. This is the heritage and pride of Valhalla."

"Today, in order to make up for the psychological impact of this incident on the citizens of Palose, we will give Palose users an exclusive commemorative head frame, and launch a limited-time Valhalla platform membership purchase discount event. The current plan is tentatively set as follows"

The spokesperson kept talking, but slowly his voice became quieter and even unclear.

No, a more accurate statement is that this journalist in a suit and tie suddenly became like a melting candle, his entire face suddenly dissolved and dripped with sticky liquid!

And the next moment.

A completely different, rough and cold face emerged from the sliding liquid, and the empty eye sockets moved.

Then, he slowly turned his gaze towards the man in front of the screen.

"Maren. You damn bastard."

"You personally let an 'unclean one' go, and watched her disappear into the wasteland. You are a baptized believer, and you are the empire's 'armed priest'. Do you still remember even a little bit of your mission and faith?"

"Just because she's a child? You offer your vile so-called 'mercy'?"

"—stupid! naive! ridiculous!"

"What a loss an 'unclean one' will bring to the empire. Do you still need me to force the commandments into your head?"

The captain tightly grasped the cross sword engraved with the Silver Holy Word, and without hesitation, he cut open the chest of the man in front of him and stabbed him fiercely.

"This is my last mercy."

“Escape, Maren, escape.” The captain’s eyes had never been so indifferent as they were at this moment, and his voice was cold: “Never come back, escape to the wasteland, escape outside the empire’s borders, you will be an eternal sinner, and live the rest of your life in agony—”

"--ha!"

In the pitch-black room, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes!

He suddenly sat up from the bed, and without knowing when, his whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Maren gasped for air.

After a long time, he finally climbed out of bed, staggered to the table, grabbed the glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold water flowed down the cracks, soaking the dry and cracked lips, and then fell down to wet the concrete floor.

Suddenly, he came to the mirror hanging on the wall, and the mirror reflected the figure of a disheveled middle-aged man. But what really caught people's attention was the hideous, dark and criss-crossed erosion marks on the latter's naked chest with his pajamas open, which seemed to penetrate into his bone marrow.

Looking at the erosion, Maren stood in silence for a while before slowly walking to the window.

Due to excessively low capital investment and an extremely complex environment, the power supply lines in Shenmoss District have not been stable. The area where the rental house is located is already remote, making it even more difficult to maintain a stable power supply.

Looking up, most of the buildings were pitch black under the spider web canopy formed by various illegal buildings growing upwards and countless tangled pipelines.

Five days have passed since the "death of Cland" that shocked the whole city.

With the secret support of companies headed by Jade Pharmaceuticals and major entrepreneurs, the Security Bureau has conducted a large-scale search throughout the city and has arrested a large number of suspects, including real members of the Enlightened.

During the arrest, one of the suspects was shot dead by the security police. The pictures were played repeatedly on news programs such as the Palouse Daily, showing the consequences of trampling on the law and justice. However, these have nothing to do with middle-aged people.

There was only one thing that really affected him.

Maren stood in front of the window, silent in the wind carrying the smell of chemical reagents.

Just a day ago, Megan told herself with surprise that the real estate developer, who had been aggressive, suddenly softened his attitude and was willing to open a new contract to purchase the land of the "White Porcelain Welfare Home".

The price quoted above is still not good enough and is still significantly lower than the theoretical market price.

But compared to the original conditions that were almost naked robbery, this can be regarded as a real "deal"!
At least, the White Porcelain Welfare Home will be able to survive again for a long time to come.

Maren covered her forehead and murmured softly.

"sinner."

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"——Is this the Embers?"

Song Shi slowly opened his eyes.

He sat cross-legged on the bed. Two flames were lit in the dim room. In the next moment, the two flames disappeared in his pupils.

Song Shi picked up a piece of steel pipe at the side, and with his five fingers clenched, just like soaking a tissue with cold water, the surface of the entire steel pipe was covered with a thin layer of flames at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, the steel pipe collapsed silently and turned into wisps of ash-like substance, which floated into the air through the gaps between the five fingers.

"It's a pity."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Shi thought with some regret.

The process of engraving [Ashes] was not difficult, in fact it was too easy.

——Because there is no "test".

This method of placing psychic skills into zero-element crystals as a way of inheritance is often accompanied by various tests.

The most common and typical test is that the original owner will insert a will or projection or something like that, and the inheritor must defeat the former or gain recognition in order to truly acquire this psychic skill.

I quite like the experience of opening a blind box, being able to transcend the shackles of time and space and fight against completely different psychics - what's more, the psychics who create the inheritance are often masters.

Unfortunately, this zero-element crystal that carries [Ashes] does not have this kind of test.

"For the second-ring psionic arts, 'Spark' is an extra vacant slot. Of the remaining five psionic arts, 'Ember' occupies one."

"The other psychic skills I want cannot be mastered quickly, so the only one left is 'Burning Blood'."

"Once 'Burning Blood' and 'Forging Flame' are achieved together."

Song Shi nodded slightly.

If I met Xu Tong again at that time, I could defeat him head-on in just three breaths with all my strength.

He raised his head again and looked into the distance.

"——Three Rings [Transcendence], Gabey."

(End of this chapter)