Overturned Tower

But there seems to be an invisible heat wave in the air, distorting the space together and forcing people back subconsciously——

Chapter 27 I want to play a game with you

Those mercenaries are all veterans who have survived the cruelest fighting and conspiracy.

Perhaps the redshift level of psychic power is not high enough, but their rich combat experience is beyond doubt.

While feeling the killing intent suddenly emerging from the godfather, the mercenaries reacted almost unanimously in an instant——

They inserted chips of different sizes and colors into the interfaces of their prosthetics.

Like a lighter flaming in the wind.

The unstable fire of the soul, which seemed to be extinguished at any time, ignited from the bottom of their pupils.

But wait for them to make a move.

"--listen."

An invisible pressure emanating from the godfather instantly overwhelmed them to the ground!

The chips that had just been inserted into the prosthetic body burst into flames one by one, and instantly failed.

And the prosthetic body they had inserted the chip also began to smoke slowly and gradually heated up.

Everyone fell to their knees on the ground in unison... The strong sense of fear in their hearts made them unable to even move their fingers.

But what scares them the most is... the fear and dread that poured into their hearts.

It was as if under the dark canyon, an emotionless eye opened above the crimson sky.

In front of it, "self" seems to become small.

And with the weakening of the "ego"—with that sense of fear, their own psionic energy was obviously suppressed.

The crackling, burning, ember-like red light from the godfather's pupils reminds people of the legendary dragon.

The godfather's exposed skin gradually cracked, and scorching light overflowed from it—dark golden cracks like tree roots and ice-cracked porcelain appeared on the skin of the godfather near the heart, spreading from the left side of the neck to the cheek.

And the hair band on his dark blue long ponytail also spontaneously ignited and cracked.

Long dark blue hair automatically floated behind the godfather without wind.

Just by looking at him, you can really feel the overwhelming "anger".

But the godfather didn't roar, didn't get angry, didn't even clenched his fists, and his expression wasn't ferocious at all.

Because that anger wasn't directed at them...

It was a fire of rage burning in the marrow of his bones.

——It is the flame called "Nuqibuzheng".

It's like touching a furnace up close.

The skin was scorched, the eyeballs were hot, and breathing was like swallowing molten iron.

In the dark and lightless lower city, it seems that a dark red sun is slowly rising.

Although he hasn't really inherited the spells of the "Melting Pot" school, it's only a week or so away from arriving at the area where the strangled mentor is.

During this month's adventure in the dream world, the strength accumulated by the barber is completely different from a month ago.

Hanging called him the most talented mage he had ever come into contact with.

Back then, the barber who had only learned spells for three days was able to arouse "anger" smoothly.

Then, under the careful guidance of Hang Ling, the barber who has studied spells for a whole month...

Will it really be as weak and weak as it was a month ago when the mages gathered?

"It seems that my forgiveness and kindness have given you the capital to resist me."

The godfather's deep voice became hoarse.

He looked down at the mercenaries kneeling on the ground.

He walked over slowly, gently stroking the big mercenary's greasy hair.

The bear-eared mercenary now looks like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"It shouldn't be like this."

The godfather sighed slowly: "But now it seems that necessary sacrifices are needed.

"A dull man does not know good and evil. Only charcoal can prove the existence of fire...

"It just so happens that 'your godfather' has never killed an uncensored person with his own will. This is the first time... Thank you for your support and sponsorship."

As he spoke, he slowly grabbed the mercenary's hair, and slowly tightened his slender, callused and powerful five fingers, lifting the mercenary's drooping head.

The godfather looked into his frightened eyes.

In the pupils that reflected the fire, there was no more courage before.

"I heard a saying once, sir."

His hoarse and low voice, like scorched steel, sounded slowly: "When killing someone, look into the other person's eyes.

"If you have any hesitation, you shouldn't make a move."

After a brief pause.

A dark red, ember-like flame suddenly flowed from the godfather's fingers.

——It poured into the bear-eared mercenary's body like molten iron!

He let out a shrill scream, his body wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.

The prosthetic body in his right hand looked like it had been cut by a chainsaw—a brilliant golden streamer burst out from the flames, and countless sparks exploded like fireworks.

The execution lasted about ten seconds.

When the dark red flame dissipated, the dark golden cracks on the godfather's neck were all over the man's body.

At first glance, it looks like countless "eyes" have opened on the scorched black body.

"—it seems I haven't."

said the godfather softly.

He pushed the man away casually.

The sturdy mercenary kneeling on the ground slipped and collapsed—when he fell to the ground, he broke into three or four pieces.At the section, there is still a dark golden glow.And they are gradually extinguishing, turning crimson, then dark red.

...It's still not as powerful as the strangulation spell.

He sighed in his heart.

But also because he is different from Strangled, the spells they get are also slightly different:

The godfather held out his hand to the feline relative with leopard ears.

Dark red flames spread out from his right hand, like vines, tentacles, and chains.

It opened in front of the man's face, crouching on the man's cheek like a starfish made of flames.

With vague screams, he was dragged on the ground and pulled in front of the godfather.

He fell on the ground, looked up at the godfather with blurred eyes and full of fear.

"I will spare your life."

The godfather looked down at him and said slowly.

Hearing this, the man was filled with fear and confusion.

... what is he going to do?

But then, the hoarse voice of the godfather sounded: "And I will give you...power.

"Call me godfather first."

"...teacher, godfather..."

The man hoarsely made a sound deformed by pain.

"it is good."

The corner of the godfather's mouth rose slightly: "My godson. You are from the veil of ignorance, right.

"In that case... come and play a game with me, in the style of the Veil of Ignorance. This is what your leader likes."

The atmosphere on the field was extremely oppressive, only the man's sobbing and wailing in pain, and the crackling sound left by the dead body of the bear-eared mercenary.

Bigger and Lone Wolf looked at the godfather at this moment, the fear and astonishment in their eyes could not be suppressed at all.

It was also the first time for them to know that the good old man who always squinted his eyes and chatted with them happily... once he got angry, he would become so terrifying.

"There are eight of you. Besides you, and the big guy, there are six left.

"I won't ask, who did you order to find fault. But I want you to point out, [other than you] the person who is closest and most familiar with the murderer behind the scenes. If other people have no objection to your identification... …If more than half of the six people agree with this result, I will kill that person. All the rest of you will survive.

"And if more than half of the people raised objections, I'll kill you and ask another person."

The godfather's eyes, as crimson as embers, were wide open, without any emotion in them.

Those pupils were like a portal—the endless anger turned into a stream of fire, which came continuously from the other end of the pupils.

"It's time to test your tacit understanding...and 'loyalty'."

Chapter 28 Fake Wrath

In fact, contrary to what they thought, the barber was not as angry as he appeared.

Although at the very beginning, there was indeed a mixture of sadness, helplessness and anger bursting from the bottom of my heart.

But with the self-control of the barber, it can be easily suppressed.

And the reason why he took advantage of the trend to draw out the flames with this anger, and even acted in a style close to Tovatus... That was actually to increase the deterrent power of the "Godfather".

A one-time ruthless attack to ensure that this kind of thing will not happen again in the future.This is not only for your own safety, but also for those uncoded people who may be used as pawns by others to test themselves.

But even though it was a deliberate act of cruelty and cruelty.

...But when he used this spell to burn a person alive, hurt other people's bodies, and control the lives of others, he also inexplicably felt an extremely strong sense of pleasure that he felt when he released his anger wantonly.

——That was not his own anger.

At that time, the barber realized...he is not such a character.

It was the power of "anger" from the dream world that continuously filled his heart and made his emotions continue to expand.

Like a bonfire lit.

At first, it was just a tiny beam of flame, but as it gradually burned, the flame spread—and finally reached the limit that the campfire could bear before it stabilized.

The fabricated anger is gradually filling with flesh and blood, becoming more real.

This is also because the barber itself is rational enough to recognize emotions that belong to him and those that do not belong to him.

But if it was another person... Maybe he would think that he was so angry in the first place.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the character of the mage will become more and more extreme.

As long as the spell is used with all its strength, a certain type of "group subconscious" in the dream world will come along with this force.

... But in this way, the essence of magic is not also a kind of psionic power, right?

It's just that instead of using a "chip" for data transmission, it directly "downloads" the corresponding emotions from the dream world...

But because mages generally don't specially exercise the "blue shift" value, they often lose the rationality to control this power.

The barber tried his best to control his brain and began to think about it.

I began to try my best to dilute this continuous "anger" transmitted from the dream world, and tried to distinguish my real emotions from this fabricated anger.

——But because of this, the godfather's eyes that were not focused on a certain person, and his expressionless face, made him seem even more angry.

Originally, the person who was caught by the godfather tried to plead with the godfather.

But looking at the godfather's serious face at the moment - he kept silent.