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Chapter 93 1 Horsepower of Psychic Energy
Chapter 94 One Million Horsepower of Psychic Energy
As the shadow of Mount Hera loomed over the city of Macrag, Bren led his eight companions into Macrag through the sewer entrance on the coast.
The sewers of Macurag are the masterpiece of an ancient sorcerer king who ruled over all living beings; they are intricate, complex, and chaotic, and are linked to many crypts hidden beneath the city.
The Makula people would say that beneath their city lies another city, a labyrinth from which there is no escape.
But Bren had the blessing of the Anās gods.
The eagle tattoo on his chest was slightly hot, and the pain stimulated Bren's nerves, giving him a supernatural intuition.
The brass nails of the hounds embedded in his spine enhanced his reflexes and ensured he would never lose sight of his prey.
"This way," Bren whispered to his companions behind him.
They were close to their prey... Bren looked up at the manhole cover above his head.
"There's someone here." Aura, holding the laser gun, shook her head, indicating that they couldn't leave the sewers yet.
Like Bren, Aura was blessed by the gods of Anans, and his eyes were filled with the blessing of the eagle, which allowed him to briefly see through things.
"I'm leaving," Aura said, staring at the manhole cover.
Bren nodded, turned over and pushed open the manhole cover, and the nine of them quickly crawled out of the manhole.
They were in a secluded alley, with a high wall on one side, behind which lay the luxurious and decadent villas of the Macuraq people.
Bren could sense that their prey was inside the villa.
He looked at Pasiva in the middle of the group.
Pasiva also received the blessing of the eagle, but it was the gift of the spirit of transformation, one of the many aspects of the eagle.
The pale, thin woman took out a small crystal from under her clothes. She whispered some words that were difficult to hear. The crystal sparkled, and a faint light shone on their bodies.
"The cloak of the spirit of change has been placed over you," Percival said. "As long as you are not seen for more than three seconds, you will not be detected."
Bren nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Yad once more.
Yad grinned, thick pus dripping from the corner of his mouth. His body, shrouded in a linen robe, writhed slightly, and tentacles with suckers emerged from beneath his clothes—a blessing from the divine deer.
Yad used his sucker tentacles to climb up the wall, while extending several tentacles to signal his companions to grab them and climb up together.
Bren grabbed Yad's tentacles and, together with his companions, scaled the high wall and landed inside the villa.
They hid behind the pillars and silently crossed the courtyard, seemingly unnoticed by the servants moving among the villas.
This power is precisely why the Illirim are stronger than the Makulagh.
The gods of Anath bestowed favors upon the Illyrians and abandoned the Makragians.
Bren stopped and looked at the house in the corner of the villa.
He could sense that his prey was inside the house.
Looking out the window, you can see a man talking to himself in front of a mirror.
"He's another target, a wizard," Bren said, looking at Aura. "Kill him."
Aura grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, raised the laser gun in her hand, and aimed it at the man's head.
His finger was on the trigger when, as if sensing something, the man turned his head and looked at Aura.
"Fire!" Bren's heart tightened, and he hurriedly gave the order.
A scorching, burning laser beam pierced the air, a flash of fire passing through the window and shooting towards the wizard.
Falcon School. Telekinesis Shield.
The telekinetic technique transformed spiritual energy into a force field in the material world, forming a faint, semi-circular shield that protected Zhou Yun.
The laser exploded on the shield, creating a blinding burst of sparks.
Zhou Yun suddenly swung his arm, and the laser, manipulated by the force field, deflected and shot towards the wall beside him, leaving a trail of steaming light.
A semi-circular pit the size of half a head.
attack?
now?
From whom?
Using a laser gun in the city of Macurag?
Aren't they afraid of city guards?
Zhou Yun's mind worked quickly. He looked out the window and saw nine assassins dressed in fur or linen clothes, with tattoos on their faces and bodies.
Illirium?
Nine? Traitor? Traitorous traitor!
"Kill!" Bren roared, drawing his chainsaw sword from his waist. The chainsaw whistled and hissed. Before his voice had even faded, Aura's head slammed to the ground with a thud. Blood spurting from the severed neck splattered onto Bren's face, and Bren's expression froze.
Kill one first, nine numbers are too unlucky... Zhou Yun suddenly swung his arm, and two more invisible psionic blades shot out, piercing towards the Illirium barbarian who was clearly the leader and was holding a chainsaw sword.
Wriggling tentacles extended from Yad behind Bren, gripping rusted bronze shields and blocking the way in front of everyone. The invisible blades struck the shields, producing a series of crisp explosions.
"Charge!! Kill that wizard!"
Yad's tentacles surged through the window, dragging the rusty bronze shield as it hurtled towards the wizard.
The wizard suddenly stood up from the sofa, and an invisible force lifted the sofa and slammed it down on Yad.
Bren saw Yad block the sofa with his shield, but at the same time, a bolt of blue electricity shot out from the wizard's fingertip, passed through the shield, and landed on Yad's tentacles, causing Yad's body to shake violently.
Bren gripped the chainsaw sword tightly and pounced on the wizard like a bloodthirsty hound. The chainsaw whistled and slashed down, but was blocked in mid-air by an invisible shield.
The wizard swung his arm, and an invisible blade sliced through the air, striking Bren and leaving two bright red welts.
He grinned, and unlike Aura, he was blessed by the hounds; his skin was bronze, making him impervious to wizard's magic. "Aaaaaaahh ...
Bren let out a wail as a sharp pain shot through his groin, and his legs buckled, nearly causing him to collapse to the ground.
As Zhou Yun retreated, he raised one hand with his palm facing upwards and his fingers forming claws, as if he were weighing something.
He kept thinking.
Consider how to make the most of limited psionic energy in a place like Macurag, where the veil is thick and psionic energy is restricted.
The answer is that he must use every wisp of psionic energy precisely, targeting the enemy's weaknesses to maximize the effect with the least amount of psionic energy.
Therefore, based on the Prospero Falcon School's psionic technique of "precision manipulation," he developed a new psionic spell...
He named it the Falcon School. One million horsepower of psionic energy.
Zhou Yun suddenly twisted the hand that was hovering in mid-air.
Twist, psychic energy!!
"Aaaaaaahh ...
A terrifying howl escaped from Bren's mouth, and tears streamed down the face of this warrior who had been blessed by the Hound God and had endured countless bloody battles between tribes.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
Bren, acting like a woman, waved the chainsaw sword in his hand at Zhou Yun and shouted orders to the other Illirium people.
The other seven Illiriums surrounded Zhou Yun.
But Zhou Yun didn't seem flustered; instead, he looked at the mirror behind him.
Still worried about that six-year-old? He should be worried about himself!
Bren thought fiercely, tears welling in his eyes.
He wanted to make that damned wizard experience the same pain; he wanted to make that wizard bang his head against the wall!
The mirror shattered with a crash, as if torn apart by an invisible hurricane. Thousands of fragments scattered in mid-air, each reflecting a blue and gold light, and each reflecting the faces of the people in the room.
The wizard in the lens smiled, Yad's mouth, dripping with pus, opened wide, and Percival seemed to see something terrifying... while most of the fragments reflected the boy in blue and gold clothing.
The blond boy stood in the very center of the room, his presence so strong it seemed to possess a certain attraction, drawing the gaze of every Illirium involuntarily to him.
Time seemed to slow down, breathing became difficult, and all sounds seemed to have vanished without a trace, except for the noise and footsteps in the courtyard, which seemed to come from another world.
"No..." Sensing danger before thinking, Brun instinctively cried out in distress.
The boy moved. He moved before the sound caught up with him, before Bren's eyes caught him, and before Bren's mind realized what had happened, it was all over.
Percival's head exploded under the boy's fingers, Ad's festering face shattered from a piece of glass he threw, and Charles's body vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only his limbs and head to fall to the ground with a thud. Sina tried to escape, but the instant he turned, he became a mushy mess stuck to the wall...
Is this a six-year-old kid?
That was clearly the divinity of death fallen to earth, the manifestation of the gods in Ananda, slaughter, tyranny, terror, and authority...
Bren screamed and tried to swing the chainsaw sword in his hand, but his arm had vanished.
The child stood before him, holding Bren's arm, which had been brutally torn off.
Bren screamed and tried to run away, but his legs disappeared in the next second, leaving only two lumps of flesh that were barely recognizable as legs scattered on the ground.
Using his only remaining arm to support himself, Bren struggled to continue his escape.
Bren's only remaining arm also disappeared, leaving only his bloodied torso writhing on the ground.
"Quick! Surround the room, don't let the child get hurt!" Footsteps sounded from outside the door, the door was kicked open, and the villa's guards, led by the dwarf named Tiberius, rushed into the room.
Then, they were all stunned.
The ugly dwarf covered his mouth as he watched the scene in the room, watching Bren writhe on the ground, watching the carcass of flesh covering the floor and walls, and watching the broken limbs.
The guards began to gag and scream. In the entire room, only Zhou Yun and the child seemed oblivious to the blood and flesh scattered on the floor, as if everything else was irrelevant to them, as if only the two of them were in the same dimension, while everyone else was in a different world.
The two looked at each other.
"Teach me," the child said softly, "teach me that power that doesn't belong to reality."
Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.
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"...You want to learn my Falcon School, to generate a million horsepower of psionic energy?"
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