Psychics don't die from gunfire

Although it was said that they could arrive within seventy days, Song Shi couldn't bear this impatience at all. He made an immediate decision and asked Lapis Lazuli and Anthony to put away the things at hand as soon as possible and leave at the latest tomorrow evening.

So we set off.

"This is the 'never look back' mode that Xu Yudu left behind. Once it is turned on, the shuttle can sail at a speed of Mach 35 for one and a half minutes." Lapis Lazuli opened the instrument panel and pointed at the most eye-catching feature in the center. The red button: "Song Shi, if your need is to get to Mamendala as soon as possible, I can enable this mode."

"What's the price?"

"The shuttle has a more than 99% chance of disintegrating, and the mode has no option to stop midway."

"Is there still a 0.10% chance that it won't disintegrate? That Xu Yudu is really a mess."

"No, based on theoretical calculations, I think the probability of disintegration is 100%. However, considering ultra-wide variables such as the sudden disappearance of the world's gravity, I have lowered the probability a bit."

"Well, it's better not to press the button for now." Song Shi sat cross-legged in the middle of the cabin, with his hair flat on his knees: "I thought about it again, the war is coming, and although there is no need to take a bath and burn incense, it is not necessary to be too impatient. That's great. You drive normally and I just adjust my mentality."

Lapis Lazuli was silent for a while, and then asked the question.

"Do you really want to learn from that person?" It wanted to say "discuss", but considering the rigor, it was changed to this word.

"The translation is, you don't like me?"

Song Shi didn't open his eyes, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and his tone was smiling.

"Rather than being unfavorable, I think the element of 'surprise' is more important." Lapis Lazuli answered truthfully: "After all, that person is the [God's Throne] in the sixth ring."

When they first met each other in Casting Light City, they were still far away from the third ring, so it would take a lot of effort to defeat Yu Xingyi. And now, this existence named "Song Shi" is about to challenge a current [God's Throne].

Even if the memory storage disk is spotless, when thinking about this, Lapis Lazuli still has the illusion of being in a dream.

"Anthony, what do you think?"

Song Shi smiled, but still didn't open his eyes, and just called the man's name.

Anthony did not hesitate, and his tone was frank and almost emotionless: "The Speaker will definitely win."

"So there is no one who supports me?"

Song Shi sighed deeply: "But you have all fallen into a misunderstanding."

The young man raised his index finger.

"Whether you win or not is of course important, but compared to this, a chance to face the throne of God in person——"

At some point, Song Shi's eyes opened.

The pair of pupils, which had been the color of glass since they left the base of Haita Trading, flowed with burning red gold.

Song Shi's face showed explicit joy: "It's more important than all that."

".I see."

After a long while, Lapis Stone said: "I'll fly the shuttle, Song Shi, you continue to adjust it well."

"oh."

Song Shi stood up and stretched.

"I've finished adjusting."

Three hours later, the shuttle slowly passed through the airspace.

Song Shi looked down at the land below. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, the majesty of Mamendala was still impressive. It was a city bigger than Tiandu and Cast Light City.

From the first glance from a distance, it seems to be a group of mountains full of vitality. As you gradually get closer, there is a thick and lively atmosphere, rushing towards your face.

Even though Mamendala was established no more than a hundred years ago, in Song Shi's perception, it still gave him a unique sense of sedimentation over time. It transcended the gravity of physical concepts and pulled every visitor. I couldn't help but want to see it with my own eyes.

"This is the wonder of Yenan."

Song Shi held on to the open hatch, his voice slightly distorted by the high air currents.

"Yinan was born only a hundred years ago, but its existence and its origins can be said to be hundreds of thousands of years."

Wuzong, the First Varro Dynasty, the Secret Seminar, and even the Haita Trade, which has the shortest existence, can trace the history upwards and supplement themselves with some historical background when necessary.

These forces and people, who may have had glory or were once displaced, came to the same place in this era and became the same whole.

Those glorious or tragic inheritances, even if separated by hundreds or thousands of years, are still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart. This sense of fragmentation and weight of history constitutes Yenan.

Mamendala, the capital of Yenan, has become the anchor connecting all this.

Smelling the familiar smell in the wind, Anthony's eyes softened without even noticing it. His straight standing posture did not change, but in a daze, he could feel every trace of pride revealed.

Lapis Lazuli watched silently.

After a long while, it whispered something.

"This is the accumulation of human beings."

On the navigation view of the shuttle, a route guide appeared silently.

Lapis Lazuli came back to his senses and said concisely: "The handwriting of the Lord of the Abyss."

The end of the route is in the center of Mamendala.

According to convention, when a fourth-level psychic who is not one's own force visits an important city of one's own side, he should be accompanied by one or more fourth-level psychics of one's own side. After all, the destructive power of psykers of this level can shake the terrain to a certain extent. If they suddenly go crazy in the city, even if they are suppressed quickly, the losses will be immeasurable.

Not to mention, the capital of a country.

Although Ye Nan did not do so.

Perhaps it was unnecessary.

Song Shi took a long breath of air, trying to cool down his body that was trembling with excitement.

From the perception of psychic energy, two completely different but equally powerful psychic energies rose straight up from the city like giant pillars piercing the sky.

Two psychics who reached the fifth ring, [True Spirit].

At this moment, they were in Mamendala.

The shuttle flew through the sky, which might be the means of the unknown [Lord of the Abyss]. This airspace route was unobstructed, and there were no other flying units along the way. Even if the speed had steadily exceeded the provisions of the "Speed ​​Limit and Speeding Penalty Standards for Urban Flights", no traffic police drones stopped it.

The First Court.

This was the power center of the entire Ye Nan. What came into view was a vast building complex covering millions of square meters. It was like a huge piece of pure jade, inlaid in the center of Mamendala.

Considering Terra's consistent aesthetics, in the center of the building complex, a tower that is obviously much higher than the surrounding buildings and reaches more than 2,000 meters stands.

But compared with the solemn and majestic buildings around it, the magnificent tower that seems to penetrate the sky.

When everyone came to the first court, their first glance must have been on another thing.

On the tower, a blue-black dragon was lying.