Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 655: The Vanpusta Empire
"The Silent One, the Armed Priest, the Silent Monk, and a High-level Inquisitor are enough to capture New Yaromen Bay half a month ago."

Song Shi stretched lazily: "In order to contain the psychic entity, your Vampsta Empire has also taken great pains."

"——Mr. Nandou, who is powerful, merciful, and just, we have no intention of becoming your enemy."

The first person to speak was the old man with gray hair.

He took a step forward and stood right in front of the Silent Monk and the other three.

"As you can see, the only purpose of our trip is to contain this evil 'Yelansha'."

He was not surprised by the other party's calling out of all the members' identities, nor was he intimidated by the scorching sun. The old man's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was not even much emotional fluctuation.

"I have heard of your righteous deeds—"

"You broke the curtain of the sky and brought real sunshine to the Rokar Plain. You destroyed the tower that occupied the sky and brought hope to the people of this land. I have also heard about the righteous deeds of the Enlightened One. I respect and honor you and the Enlightened One for upholding the banner of justice in this filthy and chaotic land."

“——So?” Song Shi grinned.

"Please return Yelansha to us." The old man said slowly: "In exchange, the Empire is willing to give you what you want."

"Wait! Don't hand me over to them! I don't want to be imprisoned by these false gods' hounds again! Yes, leave me! I am willing to serve you--"

".What do I want? Tell me about it."

Song Shi pressed the skull with his five fingers and applied a little force. The latter suddenly felt something was wrong and closed his mouth instantly.

"That's up to you," the old man said.

Song Shi smiled slowly.

"Give a fourth-ring psyker what he wants? Sorry, you can't give me what I want, and what you can give me, I don't need."

"But you are right about one thing. This is indeed yours."

Song Shi snorted.

"You have been engaging in religious worship all day long. Billions of people have worshipped for one or two thousand years. This is something you created with your own hands."

The old man lowered his eyes, seemingly unmoved.

“Not everyone can understand the Enlightened One,” he said calmly, “just like not everyone can understand faith.”

"That's too much faith." Song Shi folded his hands: "Arkanaros of the Everburning, Tiamat of the Underworld, and Varetus of the Iron Law, the six holy spirits, how sacred are they?"

"It's fine if ordinary imperial people don't know, but don't tell me that a high-ranking judge who has reached the third ring doesn't know the truth about what you call the Holy Spirit."

"Disaster, Holy Spirit? They are nothing more than psychic entities."

"You are absolutely right! Those damned man-made things are not worthy of the slightest worship! They persecute me madly just for their own selfish desires."

The skull seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, its white gums opened and closed excitedly, and then the next moment it was hit by flames.

"There won't be a second time." Song Shi glanced at it.

"Even among humans of the same race, there are high and low, good and evil." The old man said calmly, "I heard that the Groden family of Fubo Energy calls themselves the new gods and regards all living beings in the mortal world as inferior. I also heard that the Zhongmo family of Maruyan Trading Company acted recklessly in New Yaromon Bay and committed many sins. During the days I was here, what I heard was not a lie."

"But I also heard that powerful people like you and weak people who are far less powerful than you, regardless of your status and ability, gathered together and declared war on powerful companies just for justice - this is exactly what I saw at this moment, and they are not fictitious lies either."

"A psychic entity? Perhaps. I have no intention of changing your mind."

The chain was tightly wrapped around his arm, almost cutting into his bones, but the old man seemed unaware of it. He just said.

"But for us, the Holy Spirit and the disaster are beyond doubt." ".Tsk."

Song Shi sighed.

"It seems that I really can't win the argument with you. How come I didn't know that the Inquisition also teaches how to debate."

"Before joining the Inquisition, I worked as a preacher for twenty years and an armed priest for twenty years." The old man said, "Preaching and debate are the most basic duties."

"Religion." Ai Lu, who was standing aside, listened for a long time and seemed to recall something, and his expression changed slightly.

"You are a supernormal unit of this level, hiding your identity and sneaking into the country." Song Shi added: "You should know that even if I kill you on the spot, there will be nothing wrong with it."

"You won't do that."

said the old man.

".oh?"

Song Shi gave a dangerous look.

"You are so sure."

Just like that, the three people, including the Silent One, suddenly felt a chill down their spines. Even the silent monk felt that the coolant had suddenly stopped flowing.

"Because we are marching under the same banner," the old man said, "the banner of justice."

"You're really good at building relationships. We are not the same kind of people."

Song Shi shook his head.

The danger in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by laziness.

"But you guessed right. I really didn't intend to kill you. Thank yourselves."

Song Shi pointed to the earphone that he was only wearing on one side. The moment he sensed Ailu and the psychic entity, he asked [Textile Machine] to search the action records of this imperial team.

Facing the latter's full efforts, the various concealments that the "Silent Monk" had put in place over the past few days did not have much effect, and were quickly broken one after another. The fragmented information was integrated together at the speed of light, outlining the outlines of these people.

"If it were your more radical Madman colleagues, not a single one would be standing now."

The old man narrowed his eyes. The young man in front of him said this so naturally, as if he had done it many times before. However, according to the archives, the other party had never had any contact with the empire.

I don't know when there were a lot of things on my head.

Drones with fully spread wings hovered in the sky, like a flock of seagulls hovering on the coastline at dusk, and soon, "Black Hawks" that were much larger than seagulls also flew in. Fully armed employees stood by the hatches of these armed shuttles, looking down at the earth with a covetous look, and they could pour down with just a gesture.

Song Shi made a gesture.

Then, the swarm of drones spun around and rushed towards the distance again. The armed shuttle also changed direction quickly without saying a word and headed towards other places where the fighting was still going on.

"I'm not interested in getting involved, so you can relax now."

Song Shi casually threw the skull to the young man beside him, who caught it steadily. This action made the three people, except the old man, feel depressed.

"Ask a question."

Then they heard each other say.

"Renata Clemens, how is it?"

(End of this chapter)