Overturned Tower

The blood whizzed down like a rainstorm, splashed on the ground, splashed on the windows, and changed the entire street to look like hell.

And those heads were flying freely, and began to assemble and assemble in the air.

The heads with the spine are interspersed with each other to form a hexagram-like pattern, and more heads are densely dotted on it.

It looks like a huge spinning wheel made of human heads, constantly spinning.

Along with its rotation, threads invisible to mortal eyes were spun out.

They were covered with a faint yellow radiance as their shells, and densely packed tentacles gradually grew and grew longer.

It looks more like a brilliant, near-Earth, twilight sun than a dim sun.

Like a miracle.

Although the inside of the sun is a wheel of human heads splashed and painted with its own blood.

Its shell looks so sacred and inviolable.

As the wheels rotated, those dim yellow tentacles gradually began to grow longer.

Like some kind of predatory plants, they slowly fell, ignoring the shelter of the building walls, and submerged into the backs of the kneeling praying people.

The next moment, it took off the head easily.It's as easy as picking grapes from the vine.

In the sky, human heads continued to fly like shooting stars, merging into the spinning wheel.

As their numbers increased at a rate visible to the naked eye, the world around them gradually began to distort.

It's like the mirage you see when you light a match...

As it spins, the world around it becomes distorted and hazy.Another different world, with a warning code floating from time to time, seems to be manifested in reality.

When Russell saw this scene, he slowly lowered his head as if he was sleepy.

And when he was about to fall asleep, a white, spine-like chain pierced from the back of his neck, piercing through the chest of the "Container of God".

The God's container that was turned from its back seemed to have gained life, or was awakened...

He retracted the hands behind his back and slowly put them on his chest.

When the two distorted starry skies came into contact, it burst out with an extremely gorgeous dim yellow brilliance.

That ray of light overwhelmed all the brilliance of this street.

Let time seem to stand still here.

And when it dissipated, the container of God had already separated the two "hands".

A series of blank masks flowed from his two hands like cards.

He put his hands together again, and the masks were crushed.

The next moment, it was like shooting a card.

Those blank masks gushed out of his palm!

They flew into the air and were worn on the heads of those who came.

Then they change into various poses—monsters, gods, men, women.

Bad, sad, happy...

These masks also fly aimlessly through the air.

A part of the masks fell down into the pitch-black ground under Russell like a homing bird, while those crimson, angriest masks spit out crimson furnace fires one after another.

On the dim yellow sun that was scorched by the fire of the furnace, all the skulls on it burst into flames while laughing at the same time.

"More, more!"

They shouted.

They look forward to it.

In order to squeeze out more anger from Russell—the wheel of human heads that had already begun the process of destruction began to slowly rotate again, preparing for the next attack.

The one to attack this time is the Iron City itself below.

The fire of the furnace is scorching hot.

They are close to destruction.

However, it was too late.

This level of attack cannot completely destroy "them" before they brew the next attack.

Then, feel your own powerlessness——

Chapter 68 I want to join the Tower of Babel

——The current situation is the same as when the airship was hijacked back then.

Although Russell's redshift has reached the eighth level at this time, and relying on the awakened demons to use spiritual power beyond his own limit...

Just like Russell, who was beheaded by a saint and possessed extraordinary reflexes...

However, his enemies are stronger and more deadly.

The light wheel of the cranium hanging high above the sky is still gathering and getting bigger.

It expands every moment, grows all the time—

Countless thoughts were infected and assimilated into the heads of "groups", flying from all over the sky island and piercing the sky.

Like a red meteor shower.

Fresh blood splashed out from the gap, and the bright red rain of blood fell from the sky like divine punishment.

In other words, that is God's punishment.

——On this day, scarlet rain of blood covered the entire steel forest.

A monster comparable to mammon is descending on the city and hanging high in the sky!

People at the bottom of the steel forest couldn't see those heads at all.They can only see blood raining from the sky, and they are either frightened or excited by it.

Many, many people, indoors and outdoors, used filming gear to point at the spectacle, recorded it and posted it online.

Only those who inhabit the highest floors can photograph the horrific truth.

If the black-red meteor shower is not magnified, you can only see black spots dragging dim yellow light tails, forming dark lines in the sky.

The gray sky was instantly divided by these dense black lines.

They live in groups and fly, even blocking the light that is not much coming from the sky.

The gushing blood condenses into ice mist in the sky and melts into raindrops near the ground.

The sky soon darkened...

But that sky was not dark, but a kind of dim yellow like a sandstorm, and the edges of those dark clouds were soaked with blood.

That's because the blood droplets and ice particles condensed in the high-altitude scatters a large amount of blue-violet light with shorter wavelength, leaving most of the yellow, orange, and red light with longer wavelength.

But if you look up from Russell, you will feel that this dim yellow blood wheel is spinning, reflecting the entire sky into its own color.

That was unbearable psychological pressure.

It seems that the power it escapes can change the whole world; it seems that it will take the entire sky and slowly press it down.

Just staring at him, the psykers would feel the whispers in their hearts.

It is evidence of overpowering psychics, co-sensed through vision, and information received by other psykers.

For information creatures like demons, expanding their own information volume is the best proof of becoming stronger.

Absorbing the hearts of others to strengthen the strength as a "group" - that is by no means the strength of psychic power that normal individual psykers can hold.

If you want to say, it is more like some kind of weapon.

The good news is...Russell is no longer in a moral dilemma.

——At this point, no one cares about those who were beheaded by Russell.

The witnesses are probably all dead... Their heads have been forcibly confiscated and integrated into the "group".

Even if they were not dead, they could still see the heads of those people being ejected suddenly to form the wheel of skulls.Naturally, they would not think that Russell killed the wrong person...

The bad news is that Russell is in a life crisis.

This time, there is no bad day to save him.

It's really... so ironic.

When Russell wanted to be a good man and a hero, the monkey-faced eagle ran over to torture Russell's heart and force him to make a choice.

And when Russell abandoned morality, fame, and all old life, and made up his mind to abandon the name of a hero...

But he had to stand in front of a strong enemy again.

With people's unilateral expectations, I want to become a "hero" again.

Even if Russell doesn't care about heroes at all...

It doesn't matter to become, it doesn't matter to abandon.

This honor, however, always pops up on its own as a gift to reward him when he is the most exhausted.

"...Really, it's unnecessary."

Russell, with his head down, murmured in a low voice.

And at this moment, the masks that had sunk into the black quagmire floated up one by one to form a shield.

——This is the soul "intercepted" by Russell.

Its number is only about 5.00% of the heads controlled by monkey face eagles.

In the last moment of assimilation of those souls hidden in the skull, before they merge into the "group consciousness", Russell puts a mask on them.

Russell bestows on these vacant, numb souls "a veil of veneer."

He distributed all the masks he had collected so far to them.

So that they are no longer absorbed into a "group", but hide their essence and exist in this world wearing a mask.

To put it simply, Russell extracted the most core and uninfected parts of their "data shells" infected by monkey-faced eagles.And gave them new shells—those shells that Russell himself had built before.

Each of these masks is like an amber.

Each of them hides a free, awakened soul again.

At this moment, Russell did not order them.

They emerged autonomously... Without any communication, they flew up silently, forming a fragile and thin shield.

The skull wheel in the air is still spinning, growing bigger and accumulating energy.

The shield formed by many masks looked so powerless in front of that brilliance.

The so-called mantis is like a cart——

"...Sorry, Ringo."

Russell murmured softly.

His voice was so pale and weak, as dry and hoarse as a patient.

Just manipulating the "God's Vessel" has already exhausted his mental strength.

Each mask hides a single soul, and these souls all exist in Russell's container.

It was as if dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people were all talking to Russell seriously at the same time, and Russell could clearly hear and understand everyone's voice.

What to say...

...like a god.

But where is such a weak god?

"...Why are you apologizing?"

But hearing Luo Su's words, Lingo was stunned for a moment, and asked back with some hesitation.

"Bringing you to such a dangerous situation..."