Overturned Tower

Instead, it is completely embedded in the skull and under the scalp in a tighter posture.

——Like a "chip".

The "sheath" no longer has eyes.He doesn't even have eye sockets.

The eye sockets that should have been extremely deep turned into robot-like bands of light.The gaps in the halo are all filled with scarlet flesh.Those tiny blood vessels are glued together among the different fragments, pulsating weakly like tiny tentacles. From a distance, it looks like countless tiny bugs crawling on the shattered halo.

It was a body modification like "disfigurement".

After the headband was removed from the sheath, the shattered black diamond halo began to emit a scarlet radiance.

The scarlet-black light flows out from the gap of the black diamond.And the place where the sheath is standing happens to be backlit... From Russell's perspective, if you don't look carefully, you will think that there is only darkness where his eyes are, and there is a flash of lightning like lightning. Rugged scarlet light.

It is reminiscent of the posture when the blood vessels burst out when "opening the white eyes"-the scarlet lines like a circuit board, starting from this shattered halo, spread in all directions.The closer the place is, the denser it is, and the farther away it is, the sparser it is.

It even spreads up to the roots of the hair and down to the cheekbones.The two longest blood-colored lines spread to the position close to the chin, which looked like two blood-red tear stains.

Sheath's long hair blocked more ambient light, which made his cheeks almost dark, and he couldn't see his expression or facial features clearly.

Only these bloody lines are etched on his face...Combined with the black feathers behind him, it is closer to the image of "Fallen Angel" than "Angel".

Russell didn't even need to think about it, he knew that this angel's iconic light path, bent like a circuit board, must be crawling like this on the "inside".

The outside is etched on the skin, so where is the inside etched?

The inside of the skull—even the surface of the brain.

After standing up, the height of nearly 1.9 meters makes the sheath look so oppressive.

He just stood there motionless, with the black wings raised... Russell couldn't help holding his breath.

"...You will regret it too."

After a short period of suffocation and silence, Russell came back to his senses, and responded coldly: "I don't want to come back to take a look at such a painful plastic surgery. I thought you had become a bloodless and tearless machine."

"Or, how do you prove that you are a person? I don't think you can prove it, because I don't think you are a person."

"Of course I would regret it."

Sheath made a low and hoarse voice: "Everyone will regret it, only a born hero will not regret it... This is what Alice likes to say."

It was a sound like fine sandpaper, reminiscent of a dark night with a cold wind, strong tea and absinthe with fine salt.

"Then what are you regretting?"

Russell narrowed his eyes, and asked this man who was so unfamiliar to him unceremoniously: "Regret joining the Tower of Babel? Regret bringing mother to the Tower of Babel? Regret performing that mission?

"Before you say this, I advise you to swallow the words back, bite them into pieces and chew them hard, and think carefully...don't let me look down on you."

Sheath looked at Russell silently, and "looked" at him in a daze.Or just keep your eyes on him, turn your face toward him.

"... both, and maybe neither."

The man said in a low voice: "Because all of this is meaningless.

"Do you know where I've been all these years?"

"Just say what you want, don't put aside this external interaction. Just say what you want to say, and finish it in one breath... I will give you a chance to explain. But listen carefully, it's not because I still have fantasies about you, Compassion and approval, but because I am polite and more rational.

"You're a bastard, but I'm not going to be like you."

Russell responded indifferently without hesitation: "But... it's just listening carefully here. Don't think that I will flatter you, I don't have that kind of interest and mood."

The sheath "looked" at Russell somewhat complicatedly - it might have been a look.

But Russell could not feel the gaze of the sheath.He wasn't even sure if the sheath had sight now.

"The story... where does it begin...

"'I'm just a little guy.' That's what I thought a long time ago."

Shea was silent for a while, but still whispered softly: "My life or death is irrelevant, and no one cares about my existence. After I die, this world will forget me, as if I have never been here.

"I am so insignificant, I am nothing more than a grain of sand in the era until I die. Therefore...if I use my power, I can set off a small wave in this era and engrave my name in history...I think, That should be my pleasure.

"So, I joined Tower of Babel.

"It's not for the great wish of saving the world, nor is it for the hope of gaining some benefits; it's not for walking with like-minded people, nor is it for keeping warm with people in the same situation.

"In the beginning, it was just the ambition that every man has.

"Because I want to be a great person. And I think that only with my own ability and background, I have no hope of standing high and becoming a big man in my life. I can only rely on organizations and others. As for what organization to join , that doesn't matter; I don't care what the purpose of the organization is. If the first one to recruit me is not the Tower of Babel, but other organizations, maybe I will join.

"—in other words."

The man reached out and touched his heart.

He said calmly: "At first, I didn't have anything in my heart. All I needed was an 'organization' that could accept me; I wasn't looking for any like-minded 'comrades', just looking for someone who didn't care about me. Malicious collective.

"I greedily absorb nutrients from the organization, and obtain spiritual energy, sword skills and social relations. It can be said that the organization cultivated me... I am very grateful to the organization. To me, this place is more important and warmer than home. It is taken for granted , I hope to draw people I know, like, and trust into this organization I like the most.

"So, I brought Alice in.

"But not with me.

"She's a better fit here than I am.

"Alice's heart is like a pure, invisible flame. It brings us warmth, and those who walk in the dark will yearn for the sun.

"Although she joined the organization after me, Alice has become a much more important person than me. Everyone will pay attention to her and protect her. But this is also good, because I really don't want to lose anything.

"In the end, what changed all that?"

Sheath looked at Russell.

He said softly, "It's you."

Chapter 41 The Godslayer

"It was your birth...Russell. You changed all that."

So far, Sheath still does not call Russell "my son", but directly by his first name.

Russell raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly in a sneer.

He keenly caught a trace of hostility towards himself from the bottom of Sheath's heart.

Hostility towards his son?

"What have I changed?"

He asked back: "Is it because I am born knowing?"

"Perhaps in my subconscious, there are also some reasons for this."

Shea didn't deny it, but said calmly: "But at first, I just want you to think... that I'm an amazing father.

"Alice and I are in love with each other. Although she also has a little admiration for me, but I think it is more from the longing for a mature opposite sex... and just after getting acquainted, I think Alice is a Amazing people.

"My love for her is closer to a goddess than a girl. I am loyal to her, serve her, and guard her. I am just her sheath, containing her sharpness and protecting her body. I am her The believers are her guardians.

"And she sees me as a mentor. She still calls me 'teacher' in private. It makes me ashamed...because I don't think I have anything to teach her. My life is meaningless, my With such low talent, all I can teach her is the pain I have chewed alone.

"Originally, this relationship was stable. But before you were born, I suddenly felt inferior...

"Compared to his great mother, what can I do? Do I really deserve to be called a father?

"Do I have the right to offspring? Am I really mature enough to raise an offspring? Do I have the right ideas? Are the paths I walk safe enough? Can I raise him into a great man?

"--I have no idea."

The man whispered, "So I fled... from my identity.

"I accepted the most dangerous and difficult task. It was not because I had a heart waiting for sacrifice, nor was I willing to give up everything for the world. It was just because I suddenly couldn't accept...such a small I actually have a child with Alice."

"So, you just ran away. So you made Alice suffer."

Russell spoke softly, his voice seemed to be melted into the wind, but it was clear and cold, like frozen ice: "So you let her abandon everything for you, and you let her suffer and die."

"That's... I was wrong."

Even though she couldn't see her eyes, sheath's tone was full of low and suppressed pain: "I'm too stupid...I'm a jerk.

"That was just an excuse for me to escape temporarily, but it was taken as the truth by Alice. She encouraged me, but I was timid and wanted to retreat... She made sacrifices to push me forward , gave up identity and life.

"At that time I still had room for regret. As long as I admit that all this is just my cowardice, it is me wanting to 'fly away' again, to escape.

"...But I don't want her to look down on me. Although I know, she won't do it."

"Just for the sake of face?"

"of course not!"

Sheath denied it without hesitation: "It's just that I realized that I can't stay where I am.

"I can't become a nothingness, a boring person. So far, all I have had are shallow wishes, but all I have come into contact with are great people. They regard me as a fellow, but I know... I'm just playing their ideal role. I talk about ideals with them, but my heart is empty. The big words I said echoed in my heart, which made me feel ashamed.

"I'm playing someone as great as them, but I know it's all fake.

"I want some light from them. I'm going crazy thinking about it. Only calligraphy can comfort me and bring my heart back to peace.

"I read the words of all the people I admire and write their words with all my might. It's as if I said it myself. It gives me a moment of peace. Someone sees me as a mentor , but I know... I just know how to memorize. Because I know the history of those taboos and steal their wisdom. Whenever someone worships me, I will feel timid, guilty and painful. I have countless times in my dreams I dreamed that my friends knew all the secrets and said contemptuously that I was a thief. I dreamed that Alice also disappointed me and left me...

"And the last straw...is you."

Sheath took a slow breath.

The red lines in his eyes suddenly became brighter: "Since this life is as small as sand—

"Then let me die.

"It's too tiring for me to live. Everyone has higher expectations for me, but I can't respond to everyone.

"The Pope has high hopes for me, the head of the deer thinks that I am the pillar of the Tower of Babel, the children of the Nan family believe in me as a teacher, and Alice believes that I can change the world.

"...But I really can't do anything. The me in their eyes is just a phantom created by me to boast about myself. It's the shadow of a giant that is projected on the wall through the light through me.

"Then it would be better to have a great death. Not to destroy everyone's expectations...but to make everyone feel sorry when they think of my death-if he is still alive, it will be fine."

"You accepted the most dangerous mission of the deer head," Russell said softly, "but you didn't intend to complete it at all.

"You actually want the mission to fail, don't you. You want to get away from it all."

"...But, the mission was successful."

The sheath whispered: "I stole the church's 'artificial angel' technology, and a memory of the saint... and went to land.

"I found a mad mage. With his help, his brutal modification, I was able to not connect to the 'Code' server... because he transformed my brain into a cyborg, making my brain itself a local server……

"I got the power of the Holy Order of 'Anti-Electronics' - a forbidden power that is not allowed by the church.

"Relying on its power, I will look for the dragon again. Because the dragon is purely mechanical, they can be stopped and killed by the power of this holy order; and because the power of the holy order that is continuously activated and cannot be closed Power, they will never see me, and they will never be aware of my existence.

"Kill the dragons, or control them, or obtain the secrets of the dragons... This is my mission. This is my effort to unlock the 'lock of the world'."

Having said that, Sheath was silent for a while.

"And I did...

"I killed a giant dragon. I got the secret he guarded."

Speaking of this, Sheath moved the corner of her mouth and showed an almost invisible sneer: "But I'd rather not know.

"The end of the truth is full of despair. Just like the history I burned in the church...

"Don't look for it, Russell. I came here only to hear that you joined the Tower of Babel, so I came here to warn you...don't repeat my mistakes.

"Don't bear any fate, don't look for any truth, don't dream of saving the world. Don't try to open the lock... This world has come to an end, and now it's just a probation period before the execution. Now The probation is about to end. If you don't know anything, it will be easier.

"Just live with the person you like...but don't have any more children. At least your generation will not see the doomsday. The last, truly futile, dying struggle should be left to the real last generation. "

"……So be it."

Sheath sighed deeply and ended his speech.

Chapter 42 is not a cell, nor a shelter

Russell frowned deeply and sighed.

For this decadent and powerless man who seemed to have lost hope, Russell felt nothing but disappointment.

It was like punching cotton... His hatred and anger were accumulated in his fist, but he couldn't get out.

There may be wrong names, but there are absolutely no wrong nicknames...