Overturned Tower

Russell was repeatedly immersed in the river of rage, and the impurities in his thinking... those impure things were gradually dissolved in the rage.

It's like the oil is dissolved by an organic solvent.

The "fury" contained in the river of anger, which contains the whole world, can easily dissolve and assimilate all the anxiety, restlessness, timidity, and sadness in Russell's heart.

Catalyze all the impurities that can be transformed into anger into "anger".

Then, pull it out and forge the whole body with the Hammer of Pain.

Every time he was hammered once, it was equivalent to enduring all the pain caused by a round of penance and torture at that moment.

Be it mentally or physically.

Every time the hammer goes down, I have experienced a hard work in spirit.

Every time the hammer goes down, the body seems to be sentenced to death.

If it is an ordinary person, maybe this hammer will die suddenly on the spot because they cannot bear the pain.

It is precisely because Russell has an extraordinary and tenacious will, or because in the dream world, there is no "brain" and therefore will not be brain-dead, so he just lost consciousness.

But with the influx of pain, the "rage" as a foreign object is gradually knocked out and discharged.

Every time when all the rage turned into pain, Russell felt a strong clarity that originated from the soul——

It's like a person who suddenly gains great power will have the illusion that "I seem to be able to smash a wall with one punch".

Russell, whose mind became clear in an instant, also felt as if he could communicate with the entire universe... His skin and his body seemed to be "leaking air everywhere", and the essence of the whole world was constantly blowing into his mind.

He seems to be dissolving in this world...

After being beaten for the fourth time, Zhongxiang did not throw him into the river of anger again.

The pain of being forged the latest time, and the pain of changing limbs and bones has not completely dissipated, and Russell's consciousness is still blurred and abnormal.

But it was also because his consciousness was completely blurred and blank.

He didn't notice that he had completely lost his human form——

Russell turned into a mass of off-white, gelatinous and indescribable object like smoke.It can barely be seen that it seems to be a human being, but the human form is about to dissipate.

He almost dissolves into this world as a "universal material" that has been forged to the extreme.

Zhong Xiang looked at him with extremely focused eyes.

It's like a blacksmith looking at his own work.

He broke off a small piece of steel thorn from his hammer, and stuck it in the middle of the group of "Russell".

Then he swung the hammer again.

The thorn was smashed flat in an instant.

Immediately after two more hammers, his thorns directly merged into the ball of Russell.

The color of the metal blended into the colloid that looked like gray matter, but it hardly changed its color.

Zhong Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished something.

He took a vial out of his pocket.A very small bottle about the size of a wind oil essence bottle.

What was contained in that crystal vial was something reminiscent of champagne, constantly bubbling tiny bubbles.

Just looking at it brings to mind all good things... hope, love, courage, friendship, wisdom.

It was inconvenient for Zhongxiang's sharp claws to open the bottle, so he crushed it directly.

The moment the golden liquid inside touched the air, it suddenly evaporated with a divine golden halo.

As if squeezing lemon juice to season the steak, Zhongxiang roughly sprinkled the golden liquid on the ball of "Russell".

Afterwards, he greedily swallowed the broken glass in his palm, mixed with the little golden juice left, into his mouth in one gulp.

After Russell was sprinkled with "juice", his body suddenly made a chi-chi sound.

He quickly returned to his original appearance...

— not a bluebird, or a barber, but Russell.

The final job is done.

He no longer treated Russell's body carefully, but pulled him off the red anvil and threw him roughly on the ground aside.

Then he took off one of his scales, and focused on wiping the red anvil.

When Russell regained consciousness amid confusion, he felt that his consciousness was so clear and his mind was so peaceful...

If you want to judge it by numerical value, his blue shift has risen from the sixth level just crossing the wall of the zodiac to the peak level of about seven in an instant.

He has been able to control Morgan's mask perfectly, and he even has the strength to control another mask.

"...Thank you very much, Teacher Zhong."

Although he didn't have the strength to stand up from the ground at all, Russell still struggled, turned over from lying down, and became half kneeling on the ground.

He thanked Zhongxiang sincerely.

Russell has never heard of an operation that can permanently increase the blue shift by one and a half levels at a time...

If he guessed correctly, this should be an advanced ritual used by mages to remove "shadow infection".

In any case, the price it paid was very high.

"You don't have to thank me. This kind of surgery naturally has a price..."

After finishing the work, Zhong Xiang once again turned into that indifferent look: "But the price has already been paid."

"Is it a deer head?"

"of course."

The lizard man looked at Russell, and suddenly laughed: "Don't think too much, 'forging of suffering' is not something anyone can bear.

"For mortals, it will only speed up death and madness. Only true gold is not afraid of fire. Even you... if you undergo another round of forging, you will become my collection.

"It can't improve your rationality, it can only restore your soul bound by distracting thoughts and mundane things to an ideal state.

"If you feel like your willpower has improved...that's what you should have. It's the vulgar life that binds it, and I just let you adjust back to the best state."

He patiently explained his work to Russell.

I can't see the "irritability", "mania" and "difficult to get along with" in the mouth of the strangler at all.

Looking at Russell, Zhongxiang suddenly said: "Of course, if you want to repay me...you have something that only you can do."

"what's up?"

Russell said at once, "I think I'd help if I could."

"I have nailed the wedge of pain into your heart. As long as your memory and spirit are rewritten, you will feel the sharp pain from your heart... If you have it, you will wear the halo of an angel, They won't be brainwashed."

Zhongxiang laughed in a low voice, showing a smile full of malice and hatred: "I remember, you are going to sneak into the church.

"If possible, remember to catch a few angels and bring them back to the teacher for a taste."

"...Try it?"

"'Wedge of Pain' is a kind of wedge of mind. If you want to cast more advanced spells, you must have at least one kind of wedge of mind... Otherwise, if you just apply for a spell through approval, you will be ruled by the great will of the gods." And submerge your original personality. But if you have a wedge of mind, you can use the wedge of mind to contain their power, and you also have countermeasures when your will is rewritten."

The more Russell listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

how does it sound...

The principle of this thing seems to be a bit like a psionic chip?

But Zhongxiang continued: "You can use it to completely kill an angel who has lost its resistance, and obtain the 'source of holy order' from it.

"That thing... is hard currency in the dream world."

The lizardman licked his lips, and the dark golden inhuman pupils were as hot as red-hot copper: "It can eliminate the corrosion of shadows, and it can also increase resistance to shadows. No matter how powerful a mage needs it.

"It was the elves who brought them, so that we can know the goodness of the angels.

"If we had known that angels are such a delicious thing... we wouldn't have fought each other."

Zhong Xiang glanced at Russell who was stunned in place, and sneered.

He glanced at Russell, then tore off his own head.

He put his own head on the anvil, and the lizard head continued to speak: "Okay, here's something for you.

"Whether you like it or not... Get out now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell felt a sense of detachment coming from all around.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed.

The bandages that bound him had turned into ashes at some point.

The bed under him was already soaked with sweat, and the edges of the sheets were even blackened and scorched.

In the room, all the water was gurgling and boiling.

The leaves of the flowers he placed on the window sill have also withered and turned yellow.

Only the will that became so clear told him that all this was not a dream.

Chapter 29 Mammon

Russell sat on the bed, stunned for a while.

But he suddenly felt a violent nausea——

He subconsciously turned his head to the side of the bed, and spat it out in a gulp, and finally felt much better.

But Russell quickly realized... what came out of his mouth was not the food from last night.

It was a mass of blood-red translucent liquid that was constantly struggling.

It fell to the ground, and the moment it came into contact with the substance, it boiled and emitted white smoke.

Before Russell could react, they were exhausted in the blink of an eye.

Russell's room was immediately filled with off-white, sulfurous smoke.

"Tsk, it's a pity."

"Morgan" sat on Russell's bedside table and sighed: "You actually brought back all the water from the River of Anger...you should find a bottle or something to keep it.

"Although I don't know what it's used for, how to store it correctly, and who to sell it to. But it's always a pity to see it go to waste."

The container of God said something very close to Russell's thinking.

But before Russell responded, she thought again and gave a further reply:

"...But it doesn't seem right. If it's really the water of the river of anger, it should melt into your body the moment it touches your body. And you shouldn't be so calm, you should be extremely furious.

"Also, since you threw up in the first place, it means your body judged it to be a harmful foreign body.

"This may be the river water diluted by you, it should be the last bit of impurities remaining in the body..."

"You're starting to talk more now."

Russell glanced at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "But it's unusual, Container.

"It's like after making a mistake, the words become more unconsciously. It seems to be covering up something, showing a natural look, but in fact it is exposed more clearly."

"Oh, you don't understand." The container of God showed a calm expression, "How do you know that this is not the puff pastry I played with you after predicting your thoughts? What mistake do you think I made? That's why I talked more, but maybe I did it on purpose?"

"Okay, the mouth is still hard. Have my demeanor."

Russell nodded and praised.

He changed the subject: "But just now at Teacher Zhong's side, why didn't you dare to say a word?"

"Because that monster is too scary!"

The container of God made no secret of the fear in his heart: "It would be terrible if he saw it!"

"……terrible?"

Russell paused, and suddenly asked, "In your opinion, what does he look like?"

"I can see your memory. The final town I see is completely different from what you see...

"In my opinion, it is a huge pure black demon god with an inextinguishable crimson flame burning all over his body. The hammer is soaked with uncoagulated blood, and many souls are imprisoned in the middle of the hammer..."