Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 216 Each has his own strengths

Song Shi pushed the chair away and stood up.

He walked a few steps to the center of the hall, stomped the ground, and snapped his fingers.

A spark appeared, then two, then three.
It was as if countless fireflies were flying around him, and sparks appeared all around Song Shi, rising and falling, circling, and then quickly merging together to form a thin wisp of flame.

Song Shi stretched out his hand and gently grasped the flame in his palm.

He did not clench his fingers tightly, as if the mist of incense slowly sank, and the flames really flowed out from the gaps between his five fingers like running water and sank into the ground below.

However, compared to real incense or running water, these flames transformed into red-gold fluids would silently melt the ground the moment they touched it.

At first it was a point, then the point expanded to become a burning circle, and the boundary of the circle expanded in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye - just like water washing away gravel-covered steps.

Under the scouring of water, the attached gravel will quickly fade away, revealing the true appearance of the steps. If viewed from the side, it seems as if the "thickness" of the entire step has been flattened by water.

At this moment, a similar scene was happening in the hall.

The silky-smooth "magma" flowed into the ground and spread rapidly, and the sandstone ground melted silently.

However, in the blink of an eye, half of the hall was submerged in the red-gold "water curtain". Some of the equipment, stacked beverage boxes, furniture and electrical appliances in the hall, and all of these things placed on the ground, along with the ground, were turned into firewood for the flame to burn and expand again.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Chakoro finally couldn't help but speak.

"If I continue to burn you, there will be nothing left here."

He did not make any movement, but with the man's voice, the magma that had originally submerged half of the hall and was spreading suddenly stopped flowing.

In silence, the spreading flames rolled back and countless fine dust particles were peeled off from the flames, filling the melted ground and restoring it to its original flat shape.

The outlines of the equipment connected to the cables gradually solidified, followed by furniture, appliances and beverage boxes.
Finally, the sea of fire that had just submerged all around rolled back into a point and turned into the first wisp of flame, lingering between Song Shi's five fingers.

Everything is reversed.

"What do you mean by burn it till there's nothing left?"

Song Shi flipped his five fingers and extinguished the flame. He pointed around and said lazily, "Isn't this all here?"

"Reversal is not a universal wish-granting machine." Chakoro also stood up and said unhappily, "I also need to put in some effort."

"I'm just trying it out. Don't you want to take a look too?"

Song Shi spread his hands and asked, "Where did you get this Zero Element Crystal? Its previous owner must have lived for at least several hundred years."

"Strictly speaking, this is not ours." Chakoro replied, "This is the spoils of the Enlightened Ones' action against the company. It was originally intended to be used as a resource reserve, but we never met the right members, so it has been left idle."

"I thought you were a good match, so I had you sent over - now it seems that my judgment was pretty good."

"Hmm." Song Shi hesitated for a moment, nodded, and acknowledged the other party: "That's true."

"The second ring of psychic skills has been filled up, and now all that's left is to slowly accumulate them. How many more sparks do you need to reach the limit?"

"Eight."

"Huh?" Chakoro looked a little surprised. He carefully observed the person in front of him. After a while, he spoke again: "The limit is 28, which is a bit scary."

"Normally speaking, ten pieces are considered excellent." The man shook his head and sighed, "Really? What's that saying you guys have? 'The waves behind push the waves ahead.' It seems I'm getting old too."

"Didn't you just celebrate your 40th birthday? Is that considered old?"

Song Shi sneered, and then suddenly seemed to remember something: "Wait a minute, what about forty years old."

"Chakolo, have you ever seen Yaoxing San?" he asked.

"Yaoxing Three?"

Hearing this, Chakoro looked a little strange, as if he didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this. He thought for a while and said, "If the 'Yaoxing San' you are referring to is the leader of the omnics in the Freedom Revolution, I have never seen him."

"Well, the Freedom Revolution was very powerful back then, but I had just come of age at that time, and my psychic power was only at the second level. Yaoxing San had already been promoted to the fifth level, and he unified various omnic factions on his own, and defeated the 'Nest Master' Modorat, the fifth level of the [Pure White Creature] at that time."

"Although the Enlightened Ones were trying to cooperate with the Omnics at the time, I was just a, uh, small character. There was no room for me in such top-level negotiations."

As if he was recalling something, a hint of emotion emerged in Chakoro's eyes.

He sighed softly: "It's a pity that Yao Xing San left too early, too early."

"It was the only leader who had the support of all factions at the same time. But when it died in the siege of the Fifth Ring, the entire group of intelligent machines instantly fell apart, each fighting on its own, and the Freedom Revolution came to an abrupt end."

"Even if we, the Enlightened, wanted to cooperate, there was nothing we could do. We could only protect some of the omnics, and that's how it is now."

"Hmm." Chakoro turned his head and looked at the young man. He thought for a moment and said, "Your spiritual energy is accumulating so quickly. Did you go to fight in the abyss? It really suits you."

"You suddenly asked about 'Yao Xing San'. Let me guess. Did you encounter something related to an omnic? And it was in the abyss?"

The man fiddled with the cable sticking out of the projector in front of him, which was dangling gently in the air. "Since you didn't ask us for support, you should know the situation. I won't ask any more questions. If you need anything in the future, just go find Gwenlin. She's more professional in this area. I don't know much about the Internet."

"Um"

"Since the situation is just right, Song Shi, there is something I can tell you."

The man stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at the young man not far away.

Facing the other person's gaze, he raised his index finger and pointed upwards.

“——An intelligent machine will not consider itself a ‘new god’.” The man said calmly: “This is the attitude of the Enlightened One and I.”

A silence.

After a long time, Song Shi suddenly laughed.

He smiled and said leisurely: "Speaking of which one is stronger now, you or Yao Xing San?"

".ha."

Chakoro also laughed.

"I said I hadn't seen it. But let's make a slightly less rigorous assessment."

The man said gently.