Psychics don't die from gunfire

Amid the cold mechanical sounds, Jia Yu Ming Yuan stood with his weapon put away.

The six-sided Han sword had gaps and traces of melting, and the nanoworm mechanical cluster of [Weapon Materialization] quickly filled in the gaps and wriggled to repair them.

On Jia Yu Ming Yuan's chest armor, there was a deep, burning huge crack that spread from the chest to the lower abdomen. Large chunks of armor that were burned through peeled off and were being replaced with backup armor.

He looked very embarrassed.

But Song Shi could clearly feel that Chu Tonglu still had the strength to fight.

After being hit by a "spark" that he consumed, the opponent forcibly took it. The injury was indeed not light, but it was definitely not serious - if he was not injured, how could he still be considered a transcendence?

The more he was injured, the braver he was, rising against the trend, and surviving in a deadly situation.

For a third-ring [Transcendence], this kind of injury that was neither light nor heavy was actually a positive gain in a sense!

"If this sword doesn't work, then there's no point in fighting any further."

Chu Tonglu released Jiayu Mingyuan and returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"This is my peak output in normal state. I have a secret skill, but judging from this sword, it won't have any effect on you."

As Chu Tonglu walked towards this side, he took out a piece of chewing gum from his coat pocket and put it in his mouth: "Hmph, you are really good, I admit defeat."

"No thanks."

Song Shi waved his hand modestly: "If you can take my attack, if you are in the Beiting Defense Line, you will be selected as a 'seed'. Of course, it's not possible now, you are too old, over 30 years old."

Chu Tonglu's action of taking the candy froze for a while, and argued: "32 years old is not old... just a little older than a teenager! Do you understand!"

Song Shi smiled but didn't answer.

The sentence of being qualified to be selected as a "seed" is not a joke, but the truth.

It can even be said that even among the "seeds", Chu Tonglu's talent can be ranked in the middle - this is the "seed" of the new generation training list of the Beiting Defense Front.

People who can be ranked in the middle here are worth cultivating vigorously anywhere, and are expected to be psychic geniuses in the fourth ring [sublimation].

The knowledge council at that time might have considered whether to try to reconcile with Chu Tonglu and accept each other.

However, before it was really decided, the latter took advantage of an experimental transfer and transportation and passed through the wasteland, and killed the escort with Jiayu Mingyuan and escaped.

At this time, Lapis Lazuli and Ai Lu floated down.

"Song Shi, do you want to go directly to Nali County, or find an area to rest for a while?"

"Of course." Song Shi grinned: "Go straight to Nali."

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Among the 19 counties under the jurisdiction of the Donglu Republic, Nali County is the smallest county province.

Compared with the largest "Zhongyuan County", Nali County is even less than one-fifth of the former.

The word "Nari" in Nari County comes from Mount Nari in the county, which is a mountain with an altitude of more than a thousand meters and red maples all over the mountain.

Snap.

The powerful functions brought by the prosthesis in the past disappeared quietly at this moment.

The man had never felt that his legs were so heavy, as if they were filled with lead paste.

The night had already fallen, and the Mount Nari, which had deliberately not been equipped with lighting equipment in accordance with the will of the old Lord Kamima, melted into the night. The forest suddenly became dark, as deep as a man-eating demon, quietly and silently knocking people out of their bones.

The rapid panting became the only sound in the night.

But "darkness" has never been an obstacle to men.

He is the current head of the Kamima family, a third-class family. He has the second ring of psychic power and a top-level prosthesis carefully configured by a professional logistics team.

Night vision function?

No, his artificial eye is far more advanced than this. For him, "bright as daylight" is not an adjective, but a statement of fact.

So he saw it.

The bright red stream meandered down the stone steps.

The mountain path was almost soaked in crimson, and the overflowing blood flowed to both sides of the mountain path, seeping into the gaps between the red maple leaves on the ground.

The man panted and raised his head with all his strength.

He looked at the source of the stream.

The once simple and elegant vermilion torii had long since turned into a Shura purgatory.

The fragmented flesh and blood, the damaged prosthesis covered with sticky slurry, the wide-open and dead angry eyes, the remaining pale head with fear, and the broken limbs and debris lying on the ground powerlessly, even unable to cross the vermilion torii until death.

The thin figure stood in front of the torii, bent down and picked up a barely clean haori from the corpses on the ground, and slowly wiped the long sword in his hand.

"Masaaki Uemura. Masaaki Uemura!"

Seeing this figure, the man cried and laughed, and the shrill voice suddenly echoed in the red maple forest for a long time.

"Shouldn't you be transferred away from Nari Mountain at this time! Or did you know it a long time ago!"

The thin figure called "Masaaki Uemura" stopped his movements.

He changed to a knife-holding posture and slowly walked down the steps.

The long boots stepped on the slippery blood, making a snapping sound.

He stopped one meter away from the man.

Looking at each other from top to bottom.

Masaaki Uemura nodded slightly.

"Hehehe. I said."

The man was as if he had been hit by a heavy punch, his face turned pale, but he suddenly laughed hoarsely: "I said why there were only so few people from the 'Mountain Ghosts' and 'Mountain Tigers' along the way! You have noticed it a long time ago!"

[Yamaguizu] and [Yamahuzu] are both private armed forces directly under the Kamima clan. The former are secret agents and the latter are armed forces.

And "Kamima Masaaki", the third-ring-up [truth], is the current leader of the Yamahuzu!

"Master." Kamima Masaaki finally spoke, his tone still maintained his usual respectful tone: "Why are you plotting a rebellion?"

"How can you say such a thing! Don't forget! Although you were adopted, your surname is also 'Kaima'!"

"I haven't forgotten, Master." Kamima Masaaki said: "Twenty years ago, the day when your grandfather gave me the surname 'Kaima', I always remember it."

"Grandfather?"

When the man heard this word, his voice suddenly became fierce: "Don't use that word! It's this monster! In order to prolong his life and continue to survive! He has drained the entire Kamima family!"

"No, it doesn't matter if he destroys the Kamima family! That monster just wants himself to live!"

"Then why don't you go and talk to Lord Kamima Motoji." Kamima Masaaki said.

The man seemed to be suddenly splashed with a basin of icy water, and his fierce words stopped abruptly.

He looked at the other party in disbelief: "You said, talk? Do you think it will be useful?"

Uma Masaaki shook his head: "But in this case, Master, you will not die."

"Those who decided to follow you to launch this uprising are all dead." Uma Masaaki pointed to the Torii: "Those foreign tigers and wolves who secretly reached a deal with you and promised to help at the critical moment have now withdrawn when they saw that it was impossible."

"If you had chosen to have a good chat at the beginning." Until this moment, Uma Masaaki still maintained meticulous respect: "This scene would not have happened, Master."

The man stood there for a long time before he weakly uttered a few words: "Your last name is also 'Uma'. Do you really want to watch that monster destroy the Uma clan?"

This time, Uma Masaaki was silent.

After a few seconds, he said so.

"But the object of my loyalty has never been the Uma clan from the beginning to the end."

"I am loyal only to Lord Uma Motoji."

Uma Masaaki knelt down.

He held up a wakizashi respectfully, lowered his head, and shouted in a solemn voice.

"Master, please go to justice!"

So.

After three consecutive "Ah! Ah! Alas! Heaven has lost the upper room——!", a slight sound of slashing brought the forest back to silence.

The red maple leaves remained the same.