Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 649 [Ye Lansha]

The rusty ocean-going freighter was divided into tiny honeycomb-like cabins, with waterproof cloth and plastic boards dividing each household's "room".

Alfred Rodriguez slowly turned his gaze from the deck that had been removed to become an outdoor corridor. On it was a dirty glass instrument, and its aging brown leather tube had been wrapped with tape countless times, turning black, and the original color could not be seen at all.

The distiller gurgled with bubbles, rolling up the radiation-resistant powder mixed with the collected rainwater again and again, which lasted for a long time. A skinny boy with bare upper body squatted beside the distiller. When he saw someone looking at him, he immediately raised the rusty iron sheet in his hand and glared back at them fiercely.

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Alfred walked silently, quickly along the rickety walkway, twisting and turning among the shanties that were almost huddled together, and finally rushed into a house that, like the others, was built directly on the water.

The moment the curtain was opened, the matte-painted black iron blade silently pressed one centimeter away from Alfred's throat.

"Give me a body without fault, and a soul without stain."

After a brief and solemn prayer, a low voice echoed in the cramped room.

"—He's still Alfred Mur."

Then the iron sword disappeared as quietly as when it was unsheathed.

Alfred showed no emotion at all about this potentially fatal move, as if he had experienced it a thousand times before.

He went inside.

The furnishings inside the house were no different from those in the surrounding shacks, with clutter piled up desperately to minimize the space it took up, floors that creaked with every step, and wires tied together in a haphazard manner.

The only difference is the people.

The windows were covered with paper and the lights were off, but at this moment, a pair of eyes like blazing fire lit up in the deepest part of the gloom.

He was a man covered in a burqa, with a brass breathing mask covering most of his face. But the wrinkled skin that was exposed told everyone that he was not young.

"Alfred Mo." The old man coughed hard, his voice was so hoarse: "You treated a person's injury."

"Yes."

The man called "Alfredmer" knelt on one knee and lowered his head. "Master Samuel, the man was pierced through the abdomen by a machine and driven out of the factory. He was abandoned at the edge of the garbage dump with an open wound. If left alone, he will die. The religious law prevents me from watching him die."

"You have always been an excellent armed priest." The old man, or rather, Master Samuel, raised his eyes, like the last and brightest flame left in a fireplace that had been burning all night: "Right now, we are approaching [Yelansha]. Ten years of entanglement will soon end in our hands."

"You shouldn't do such rash things."

Alfred remained silent.

Beside Master Samuel stood two people, who also remained silent.

A man was wrapped in a long robe, covering himself tightly, just like a rabid patient who was afraid of water, wind and light. In the deepest part of the artificial eye, the illusory gear mark slowly rotated. He stared at the screen embedded in the prosthetic right hand, watching the lines of data flow down, as if he was deaf to the outside world.

The other person was wearing a hooded cape with a constantly changing image on it, which turned out to be an optical camouflage device. Between her fingers, a piece of pitch-black iron blade loomed, seeming to be there and not there, reminiscent of the tongue of a venomous snake.

An excellent "armed priest", a "silent monk" who cut off his vocal organs and vowed to devote the rest of his life to technology, and a "silent man" who specializes in eliminating heretics, traitors and potential threats.

Add to that Master Samuel of the third ring [Truth] - even if they were still within the empire's borders, this would be a pretty luxurious team configuration, not to mention that they had now crossed the ocean and arrived in a foreign land.

Master Samuel shook his head slightly.

"The company has caused the evil deeds of this place. People can't even drink a sip of clean water. However, the people on the cliffs are indulging in sensual pleasures and living a decadent life." "——Learn to put away your anger, Alfred."

The old man stared at the young man and spoke word by word.

"The evil consequences that [Yelansha] can cause will be far worse than the company. It will drag the entire New Yaromon Bay into the abyss of flesh and blood and turn it into a slaughterhouse. What we should do now, and the only thing we should do, is to contain it."

"I understand, Master Samuel." Alfred said in a deep voice.

"I sincerely hope that one day you can take over my responsibilities."

The old man paused for a moment, then said slowly: "Put away your anger - but never forget it. Remember, when the holy war to purify the world comes, all the filth and sins of the mortal world will fall into eternal annihilation."

"I remember," said Alfred.

Master Samuel nodded slightly.

Then he stood up.

Although he had gone through more than 20,000 days and nights, the old man's body was so strong that when he stood up, he looked like a steel-cast, forged iron monument. The old man just stood there straight, giving people a cold yet incomparably stable feeling.

"——Summary."

"The earliest record of Yelansha appearing in the New Alomon Bay area was ten years ago, so the timeline matches." Alfred replied silently, "In the past ten years, it has been secretly contaminating the locals and cultivating its followers. These unfortunate people who have been bewitched and contaminated now call themselves 'Red Bloods'."

"But the Red Bloods have always been very cautious in their actions. They hid themselves very well, which must have been the instruction of Yelansha."

The "silent man" standing aside nodded imperceptibly.

As an elite of the Empire, she had a deep understanding of the [Corporate Alliance], the Empire's great enemy. These pathological people who regarded money and power as supreme were certainly incomprehensible to her and disgusted from the bottom of her heart, but on the other hand, she had to admit that these people did possess a powerful force worthy of this pathology.

[Yelansha] had suffered several severe blows, and almost none of his followers were left. His strength had long been seriously declined. Even if he was really at his peak at this moment, what difference would it make when facing a behemoth like the Corporate Alliance?
It just further arouses the interest of those companies.

They have always been diligent in this regard, and try to send infiltration personnel into the empire every year. As a member of the "Silent Ones", she herself has participated in several arrest operations.

"In addition, there is one thing that deserves attention." Alfred said, "A company called 'Nine Imperial Defense' is going under. According to the existing intelligence, the Enlightened One is behind it. My initial judgment is that it is a coincidence, but I cannot rule out the possibility that they have obtained some intelligence about [Yelansha]. We don't have much time."

“The Enlightened Ones.” Samuel repeated the word. “I’ve heard of this name before. A group of people who struggled hard.”

"-The location of Yelansha?" the old man suddenly asked.

The mobile communication devices of the three people present trembled at the same time. A document. The "Silent Monk" finally moved his eyes away from the screen and nodded to them.

Alfredmer took a quick glance and saw several scarlet circles marked on the electronic map of New Yaromon Bay.

"Cancel the original plan and lift the third and fourth restrictions." The old man's pupils ignited with a frightening light: "There is no room for safety anymore. Even if it is exposed, it doesn't matter. We must complete the containment of [Yelansha] before everyone else."

This moment.

The Silent One, the Silent Monk, and Alfred all knelt on one knee at the same time.

"——This body and this soul are both extensions of your majesty's legacy."

(End of this chapter)