Psychics don't die from gunfire

The shrill sound of metal collision suddenly sounded.

The monomolecular knife and the engineer shovel collided violently, and the moment before the shrill buzzer sounded, the two separated again.

"——Sure enough, your ability can't keep up."

Milton regained his balance and said coldly: "No wonder you need to weaken me beforehand."

In the brief collision, he had already felt the other party's body functions.

It is indeed much higher than ordinary people.

But that's about it.

Even if he eats an electromagnetic grenade at close range, causing part of the prosthetic body to malfunction and reduce the power of all aspects - except for the power of the opponent's powered arm guard, he is still stronger than the opponent in other aspects!

Also, how can a weak body compete with machinery?

"Oh, with such a low degree of transformation, is this the so-called "self-esteem" of psychics?"

Milton smiled sarcastically.

At this moment, neither of them launched an attack, but instead walked slowly around a cement load-bearing pillar and looked at each other.

Looking around, Milton turned his attention to the young man again: "I chose this place as the battlefield to limit my mobility and gun threats through the environment. I am really well prepared."

The ubiquitous garbage piles of discarded steel, plastic sheets and cement can be set up with mines to restrict movement, and thick load-bearing pillars can be used to hide and resist bullets.

Milton must admit that he was too trusting and chose to rush here directly.

If he had carefully observed the environment beforehand and took advantage of the terrain here, he would never be in such a mess as he is now.

"First of all, I have never resisted "implants" and "modification surgeries." The spotless classical psykers you mentioned are basically extinct now."

Song Shi raised his white armor armguard and chuckled: "As for preparations, aren't you quite cautious? Before coming here, I sprayed "thermal insulation paint" all over my body. Isn't it because I was worried about being exposed to my flames for a long time? Is the prosthetic body overheating?"

"So, where does your confidence come from right now?"

Milton took a deep breath and suppressed the smell of blood in his throat. He picked up a single sword and maintained a posture that could be used to cut at any time.

"Do you think I've never killed psychics?" He narrowed his eyes: "Now is not the ancient times thousands of years ago. What "psychics" can do, "technology" can also do, and even Do better."

"Of course, I admit that those high-level psychics are indeed a group of unreasonable monsters."

Milton said: "But what about you? I have seen the surveillance video of the institute, the first link of a person who awakened not long ago, am I right? In such a short period of time, in addition to the spiritual skills given by your so-called path, What else do you have?”

"Oh? So now I am at a disadvantage?"

Song Shi was very interested.

"Although you lost one arm and took two grenades, are you still stronger than me?"

"Do you want to say that I am "talking in a hurry"?"

Milton chuckled: "No, this is just a simple data comparison."

"I have undergone three large-scale strengthening surgeries. These arms are the "Swiss Teeth" of Nanyu Heavy Industry. The legs have not been replaced with prostheses, but they have also been strengthened through semi-transformation. As for the prosthetic eyes, subcutaneous armor, and internal organs that improve dynamic vision, Embedded hormone glands. There is no need to mention these.”

The man raised his head and said: "Even if you try your best to weaken all this, at this moment, I am still faster, stronger, and harder than you. This essential difference is that you are close to a natural person and have a low degree of transformation. Incomprehensible.”

Hearing this, Song Shi showed a strange expression and his tone became a little weird.

"In any case, "psychics" are rarer than "unnatural people with implanted prosthetics", right? As a psyker, I don't even have such a noble consciousness. Where did your inexplicable confidence come from? "

"It's as if they are not the same species. According to your statement, the descendants of those company executives who have been undergoing genetic modification surgery since before they were born are not "heavenly beings"? They are serious biological creatures. Regarding your superiority, do you bow down and kowtow vigorously when you meet someone?"

"Heh, whatever you say"

"No, I'm not interested in caring about this either. It's none of my business what you think."

Song Shi interrupted: "But I must correct your previous point."

"Strength, speed, equipment, combat methods. Who told you that these can determine the outcome of a battle?"

"No, you're wrong—you're ridiculously wrong."

"The so-called fighting, the so-called killing, means cutting off the opponent's neck! Opening his chest! Pierce his heart! Smash his head! Shatter his consciousness!"

Song Shi laughed and pointed his left hand at his neck: "Do you understand? If you point your knife at this place, you can kill me! And my engineer shovel can also cut off your neck with just one blow!"

"Strength, speed? There are so many unknown things! Life and death! It's just one blow!"

"And now-"

Song Shi's voice was torn apart by the violent airflow and became indistinct.

Only an undisguised high emotion emerged as the red-gold flame rose.

Before he finished speaking, Song Shi had already disappeared from the spot. The sharp engineer shovel was raised high and slashed towards Milton in front!

"——I'm coming to kill you!"

clang!

Dang - Dang Dang Dang!

In just a few breaths, the single-molecule knife and the engineer shovel have collided more than ten times, and the fierce and sharp buzzing sound has become a line. From the violent collision of metal, a series of dazzling sparks burst out!

There is no idea of ​​​​restraining spiritual energy.

Under the combination of [Containment] and [Return Flood], there will be no shortage of spiritual energy in a short period of time - the real limitation is whether the holder can control this large amount of spiritual energy.

And Song Shi.

—— will only think that this is not enough!

Boom, boom, boom!

Every time they clash, the red-gold flame spreads up along the engineer shovel, roaring towards Milton. The flames in the originally dim abandoned building flicker, and the rising temperature makes the surrounding large areas of water vapor rise.

Without the realm of the second ring, Song Shi really can't do the means of spiritual energy release such as "Fireball". The "Forging Flame" can only linger in itself or spread briefly through the medium.

The engineer shovel is this medium.

Milton retreats.

Milton retreats again!

At this moment, Milton, who was constantly retreating, had the first "incredible" thought in his mind.

Even though he suffered a great loss not long ago due to the bullet suppression movement and the mine trap, he just felt that he was too careless and that the volunteer who escaped from the institute was indeed difficult enough.

But at this moment.

The engineer shovel wrapped in flames turned into a dancing man-eating flame snake, which kept slashing at him, forcing him to keep retreating.

He tried his best to swing the single-molecule knife, but he could only barely resist it. Under the joint action of the artificial eye and the combat program, the motion trajectory curve and evasion trimming line that should have been projected were now rapidly dissipating and reorganizing.

It was like he couldn't keep up with the opponent's combat thinking.

Obviously, he had adjusted his mentality, he was clearly prepared, and his body functions were obviously better than the opponent.

——But why, he was the one who was suppressed? !