Psychics don't die from gunfire

Most of the face had been completely burned away, exposing the bones underneath that looked like steel. The silver hair swayed wildly, cutting the nearby foehn into pieces.

The divine blessing armor that had been baptized by seven layers of prayer and holy anointing was shattered. The last sharp edge of the steel sword and iron wings that once stretched across the sky and divided the four realms was burned out nineteen minutes ago.

After more than thirty years and thousands of fatal battles, the steel-cast holy body that has reached the pinnacle of the fourth ring no longer has the exterminating power of the past to judge all evils.

Among the burn marks left by the self-immolating flames, inch by inch cracks have already spread all over the holy body, which is a symbol of approaching collapse.

Even the description of "near death" is considered tolerant, and the woman's aura has fallen to the absolute bottom. It's hard to imagine why she can still move.

But her aura, at this moment, was even more powerful than at its peak in the past.

The most extraordinary psyker of this generation in the empire, he was awarded the title of Grand Inquisitor ten years ago. He has used his own body to defeat countless rebellious, heretical and negative entities. He is a supreme being named [Holy Inquisitor]. , the psionic person who rejected the "god's choice" four times, the great achiever who [transcended] one path, and the person who was personally promised by the emperor in the palace to continue his career.

The woman just raised her head, her exposed mandible clicking and trembling, her majestic and delicate face still showed the indifference of the past, only those gray eyes burst out with a wanton smile.

She grabbed the steel holy sword - which had been almost shattered by the previous crazy collision. The sword body broke into two pieces, the hilt burned out, the sword's hammer shattered, and the guard disintegrated.

The ten fingers covered with scorching marks and white bones are not so much holding the sword at the moment. It is better to say that she is just clenching the last broken sword edge, cutting the palm, crushing the bones and skin of the forearm, overflowing with... The mercury-like plasma was slashed forward!

Song Shi suddenly opened his eyes.

Thoughts slowed down thousands of times in an instant, everything seemed to be still, and time stood still at this moment.

——The broken sword edge paused in the air in front of him.

In the reflection of his pupils, the quiet space and the magnificent starry sky belonging to the road disappeared. Instead, there was a side covered with burning flames and deep slash marks due to the collision of two completely different but equally terrifying spiritual energies. , The sky is about to collapse and overturn.

The earth also sank, and the mountains that had been transformed over thousands of years were wiped away in the aftermath of psychic energy. Only a few red-gold embers remained, dyeing the broken earth with some other colors.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Song Shi.

It was impossible for him to forget the most peak and enjoyable battle in his life.

A wild smile appeared on Song Shi's face, but in the next moment, he realized that he was not "smiling".

His whole body seemed to be trapped in a concrete box that was about to solidify, or like an insect or ant trapped in amber. He was unable to move at all, and even his pupils could not move. The thought of "laughing" became just a thought.

And time begins to flow again.

The broken sword edge carries the edge that can destroy everything, carrying the last will and pushing forward. Nothing could stop her. In the young man's gaze, even if his thoughts slowed down thousands of times, it was difficult to catch the edge of the sword that was advancing inch by inch.

All the colors were dimmed at this moment, and the only color in the world was the ever-blooming sword edge.

The sense of crisis of death has never been stronger.

But compared to the so-called death, the meaning of "defeat" made the psychic feel even more angry.

As a result, the sword suddenly slowed down.

At some point, a hand pressed on the broken sword edge.

From the low trembling of steel.

The moment before the sword edge was about to hit the target, it was gripped a little bit by Song Shi's five fingers. Under the extreme sharpness, countless fine cracks burst out on the five fingers, and burning blood overflowed.

——But still can’t completely resist!

Under the long-term burning of the flames, the color of the steel in the woman's hands has melted away.

Her mostly burned face looked down at the man lying on the ground. Holding the blade with one hand and pressing the broken section with the other, the blade sank inch by inch in a slow and irresistible manner under the grasp of the other's fingers.

Touch chest.

Penetrate into the heart.

Even when it was on the verge of collapse, the sword's destructive power could no longer be restrained. As it broke, it poured out in all directions regardless of whether it was friend or foe. The ten fingers and five fingers that grasp it, as well as both sides, are being torn apart by the sword's edge equally.

But neither party cared at all.

Three inches.

The blade of the sword shattered the flames.

Two inches.

Will cleanse away any excess impurities.

One inch.

One inch.

One inch.

When the broken sword edge was about to break through the last few steps, it was discovered that it could no longer advance even an inch.

"Renata Clemens..."

The five fingers, which were almost turned into powder, still managed to maintain their outline in an incomprehensible way. And in the tightening of this outline, the sword's edge is stagnant.

There seemed to be red gold fire flowing, and Song Shi's pupils were terrifyingly bright at this moment. The young man's body became more and more active, and the amber-like solidification not long ago quickly faded away like frost and snow in the fire.

Song Shi's left hand tightly grasped the sword pointed at his heart.

The young man's right hand slowly raised and touched the other person's forehead.

Without raising his head, he could gaze into the other person's face and eyes.

He said:

"——How do you dare to be above me?!"

Song Shi laughed wildly, crushed the sword blade in the midst of the shrill roar, and the right hand that was pressing on the opponent's forehead opened, grabbed the head with five fingers, and smashed it backwards!

Using it as the force point, he took the young man and jumped up suddenly, and the postures of both parties suddenly changed in an instant!

That is, at the same moment.

At the moment when Song Shi was about to hit the opponent, the latter's whole body was shattered, turning into countless light points flying, and even the environment that was originally ravaged by natural disasters began to blur like a phantom and quickly dissipated.

In a blink of an eye, the quiet space belonging to the Tao reappeared in front of him.

The starry sky was still as magnificent as ever.

Until a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

The laughter was very low at first, as if someone was laughing softly, but soon, the laughter began to get louder, it got louder and louder, and finally became unscrupulous, and the wanton laughter echoed in the space.

"Renata, is it really you?"

Song Shi murmured the name, as if he was chewing it, or as if he was recalling.

In the end, all of this turned into an uncontrollable smile of surprise on the young man's face: "Destined death. Is this 'destined death'? Is this my destined death?"

"And I, it seems, did die on it." Song Shi stretched out his hand and looked at the countless fine cracks that were gradually disappearing on it: "It's really a wonderful experience."

-"It seems".

In his memory, the last battle in his previous life was indeed a duel with Renata. The two sides fought to the end. If each part and each stage were subdivided, each had its own victory or defeat. However, when the battle reached the final moment, these became meaningless impurities and were no longer worth any judgment.

Together, they died, and turned into irreversible ashes. Only the ending of both sides could be determined by himself.

But now, he was inexplicably alive, and even reborn twenty years ago, and even the "destined death" had not changed. My fate is still the same as in my previous life?

Then, Song Shi sneered.

". Fate?" He shook his head and glanced at the starry sky above: "Does this kind of thing also want to determine the future?"

"I will personally see through the truth of these 'I's." The young man raised his hand, as if he was holding something tightly, and declared: "I will smash all the so-called 'fate'."

"But. Now."

Feeling the new and strange yet familiar spiritual energy flowing in his body after stepping into the third ring, Song Shi laughed softly.

"- It's time to smash the glory of those new gods and people first."