Overturned Tower

"...Then, how do you communicate with your own demons?"

Russell straightened up, and seriously asked Bad Ri, "How can I meet him?

"Please guide me!"

"It's very simple, just dream."

Bad Day smirked, and gave Russell a seemingly confusing answer.

He quickly explained seriously: "I'm not joking. As long as you have a strong desire to see him, and he doesn't want to hide from you...you can see him as long as you dream.

"Or you should be able to see him every time your psionic redshift increases."

"……really."

Russell nodded.

When he got Morgan's mask, he did see the vessel of God once.

But at that time, I was already on the verge of losing control, and I had to leave in a hurry and use the delphinium chip to stabilize my personality.

So even though they met, he ran away before he had time to say a few words to the other party.

... I hope the container of God will not be awkward because of this.

"Talk about it," Bad Day added earnestly, "These so-called 'demons' are very pure existences. They are different from humans...Of course, you can also try to see if you can use your talents to the fullest." on them.

"Aren't you the best at making friends? Something like 'being friends with another self' sounds cool... why don't you give it a try?"

"...But I have to enter the dream world today. I haven't shown up for two days, let's talk about it later."

Russell hesitated.

Bad day smacked his lips: "Don't procrastinate. Why do you start to hesitate at such a time?

"So is the delphinium, and so is the vessel of God. Although I know you are a little timid, isn't this too timid?"

He replied without hesitation: "If you want me to say, right now - when I am about to leave later, I will knock you unconscious."

"I thought you would shoot directly," Russell sneered, "Why are you hesitating?"

"...If there is no other business, I will knock you unconscious right now."

"You mean, Camalthe?" Russell guessed what Bad Day was going to say.

He complained: "I hope you bring good news."

"Yes, of course it's good news. I'm here to announce the good news."

Bad Day nodded and smiled: "It seems that his death didn't have any impact...the news didn't report, and even my arrest warrant didn't increase the amount. If I wasn't sure that he was dead, you would be completely dead. Not being retaliated, I thought he was not dead."

"Then?"

"And then... I found the 'next generation' Kamalthe."

Bad Day showed a malicious smile: "You will never guess what happened..."

"Looking at you like this, do I know the new generation of Kamalthe?"

Russell vaguely realized something.

"How is it possible, it's not such a coincidence."

Bad Day laughed loudly, showing a cheerful smile: "It is our plan that has succeeded beyond the ordinary!

"The new generation of 'Kamalse' is still in the process of becoming an elf, but she has accepted all of Kamalse's memories.

"Of course, she realized that her memory was defective. However, at the same time, she also realized that there was a problem with the inheritance ceremony - because her original personality had not been swallowed.

"Therefore, the new 'Camarcer' did not make any announcements about this matter. She claimed that the person who assassinated her was Morgan, and she had already killed her. That's why this matter just passed away... She had already guessed that there were traces of the Tower of Babel in her death; she also knew that there was a problem with her inheritance. But she didn't say anything, as if nothing happened, this was just a normal succession ceremony."

Bad Day said meaningfully: "Do you know what this means?"

"The newborn Kamaltha betrayed the elves."

Russell replied without hesitation.

This is the obvious answer.

She clearly knew that this kind of memory loss method came from the Tower of Babel and the Bad Day - there was such a record in Kamalthy's memory file.But after her personality was freed from the shackles of the inheritance ceremony, she did not reveal her uniqueness.

Like the deer head, she also chose to escape her fate.

"Yes, our plan has succeeded. The newborn Kamalthe has already faintly stood by our side."

Bad Day showed a bright smile on his face: "This time, our experiment has achieved very good results...

"The sense of identity of these elf directors is indeed related to the inheritance ceremony. We have verified that if the personality inheritance can be destroyed, then the new directors may not stand firmly on the position of the elves.

"Any city wall or fortress that is strong enough is fragile inside. Now that we have successfully destroyed the first succession, there will be a second, third... One day, this reincarnation ceremony will bring The entrenched power of the country will thus be dissipated."

The Macedonian defense line of the elves, right?

Russell also smiled happily.

But it's a pity... No one in this world can understand such a joke.

"--except me."

Another voice sounded from the bottom of Russell's heart.

Russell was slightly taken aback.

But when he listened carefully, he disappeared without a sound.

"Anything else?"

Russell suddenly raised his head and asked Bad Day.

"No...you want to fall into a dream?"

"Well, I seem to have heard the voice of the vessel of God just now."

Russell replied with some hesitation.

"Is that so..."

Bad Day paused, silently raised a piece of potato chips and pointed at Russell.

Just when Russell wanted to say "I don't eat potato chips", a brilliant light burst out from the potato chips——

An invisible sword energy entered Russell's body. Russell lost consciousness and leaned back on the sofa weakly.

Then Bad Day frowned, put the potato chips that released the sword energy into his mouth, and murmured:

"...that's not so good.

"If you don't take the initiative to untie the demon's shackles, you should never hear the voice of the demon. Russell can't be mental. Is there really something wrong?"

"Talk to the head of the deer," Kui Ri replied in his heart, "doesn't the Tower of Babel have its own psychiatrist?"

"Miss Huachu... okay. I'll go find the deer head."

Chapter 15 Me Outside the Mirror

When Russell opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the church again.

It looked like the hallway of a church.

The noon sun shines in from the side, through a part of the glass-colored transparent wall, and burns out colorful and continuously flowing rainbow lights on the ground.

And more sunlight poured in from nowhere, reflecting the entire sanctuary incomparably brightly.But when Russell lowered his head, he couldn't even see his own shadow.

This is not a complete building, just a corridor.

On one side is stained glass, on the other side are many portraits.Some of the portraits were still covered with a heavy red cloth, while others had been removed.

The entire corridor is made of pure white stone bricks. In addition, there are silver-white candlesticks placed at intervals, and there are ivory white walls and ceilings.

Those candlesticks were quietly burning pale flames.But even the candlestick itself had no shadow at all.

It was the incomparably radiant temple that Russell saw in the depths of his heart after completing the psionic transfer.

Russell didn't stop immediately, but tried to move forward.

He passed the portraits and continued walking.

But he walked a long way, and always felt that this corridor seemed to have no end and no end.All the paintings around him were covered with red cloth, and he seemed to have seen seventy or eighty portraits covered with red cloth.

The hallway has no end and no end.No matter how far you go, you are just going back and forth in this set of corridors.

But when he turned around, he found that he hadn't gone very far—not far ahead were those portraits with the red cloth removed.

He just walked back a few portraits and stopped in front of Morgan's portrait.

When Russell looked over, the portrait turned into a mirror at some point.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and raised her hand curiously.

Outside the mirror, her hand has also become Morgan's hand—when she curiously reached out to touch her ear, the touch in her hand was that of a horse's ear, not the familiar cat's ear.

"It turns out that my change... is this?"

Morgan murmured, "That pale mask is just a mirror?"

But "Morgan" in the mirror put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, and complained: "You're out of play, Russell.

"Morgan wouldn't speak in that tone. Barber is about the same."

"So... what should Morgan be like?"

Morgan said softly: "She was a strong person with love and determination in her heart. But she was also a fragile person.

"What is immersed in her heart is still the guilt for taking away the opportunity of the blue song robin in the past. This kind of guilt has been extended, creating a desire for self-destruction... She yearns for a meaningful death.

"It's not so much that she is determined to fight against Cammarthe, it's better to say that she is choosing a suitable grave for herself."

"I don't need a grave."

"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "It's enough for me to dissolve in this rainstorm.

"I'm worthless and useless. I'm just an ordinary person with better luck... I was lucky enough to meet him. But luck will eventually run out, and I will eventually dissolve in water."

"It is ultramarine blue water. Or, it is dissolved in the ocean. It is born in the same hue as the blue songbird's wings, and finally turns into colorful foam under the sun..."

Morgan stared at himself in the mirror, and murmured in a low voice: "Like a 'daughter of the sea', your core is a 'sacrifice desire'."

"It's not 'you.' It's 'us.'"

The "Morgan" in the mirror grows increasingly disaffected.

But when Morgan raised her head again... In terms of temperament and demeanor, she had completely become the real Morgan.

On the contrary, Morgan in the mirror is more like an actor.

It's like an actor wearing a Morgan costume, sitting down and drinking water carelessly in the lounge.That's an action that doesn't fit the "role".

"Yes, is us."

Morgan said obediently, and replied in a gentle voice: "I was wrong."

Because Morgan deserves it.

She took a step back a little timidly, but then she stood firm and stared at herself in the mirror.

Because Morgan deserves it.

She raised her hand, and with just a thought, her right arm became colorless and transparent, dissolving into water.But they are very contrary to the common sense of physics. They did not fall freely from the sky, but just like shaking a mineral water bottle with only one-third of the water, the white foamy water changed violently in the air.

Then, they gathered together again to form an arm.There are even clothes, as if there is no difference from before.

It was a perfect imitation.

I'm afraid even the blue robin can't tell which one is the real Morgan.

"But at best, it's a 'copycat'."

"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "You still don't understand...Russell."

As her words fell, Morgan outside the mirror changed back to Russell's form at some point.

But she was still Morgan in the mirror.

The first psychic failure made Russell's eyes widen in astonishment.

Morgan in the mirror smiled sweetly, and replied in a girlish light tone that Morgan would never have: "You are too similar, Russell! But it is because you are so similar that it is not real.