Overturned Tower

His mere existence gave Russell a kind of pressure.

Russell immediately understood that Bad Sun had crossed the wall of Leviathan—truly becoming a special life spanning time.

Grabbing the jug with only the bottom left, Bad Ri stared at the scabbard the whole time.It was as if he would disappear if he looked away.

"Long time no see... Teacher."

"...Long time no see, Nanliujing."

Sheath put down the wine glass slowly, as if she had a lot to say.

But in the end he remained silent and said nothing.

"—To those who want to kill me."

Sheath announced again, raised her glass, and drank it down.

Everyone at the table drank the wine at the same time.

Chapter 1 Group Gods [Second Container]

After people drank the spirits in their cups, their faces were either calm, their brows were tightly wrinkled, or the corners of their mouths raised into inexplicable smiles.

Only a bad day - after he raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the jug, he threw the pottery jug away.

The jug hit the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"Since you have said so, teacher, you must be ready."

Bad Day took a deep breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for any response from the sheath, he reached out and grabbed the table knife in front of Delphinium.

After holding the silver table knife, Bad Day just put it down lightly...

But for him, "putting down" also means "killing".

When the blade fell naturally, the space in front of the sheath suddenly cracked like a shattered mirror.

The sheath is like a prophet, the body falls backwards, and at the same time the sharp knife at the waist is unsheathed in an instant!

He kept falling backwards and slid horizontally, the black wings around his waist suddenly flicked open, and black whirlwinds rolled up and down his whole body—but the ordinary blade actually blocked Bad Ridge's space-splitting blade. Slash!

The blade in Bad Ri's hand suddenly turned blue and shiny.

Azure blue light burst out from his table knife, and a light blade nearly half a meter long spewed out from the table knife.

And the blade in the sheath hand was also covered with a layer of black whirlwind—under the cover of the pitch-black whirlwind, a touch of dark green brilliance that was so deep that it almost turned black also covered the blade, making the ordinary iron sword It seems to have become a blade made of jasper.

Bad Ri stood there motionless, just waved the lightsaber in his hand.

The light blade in his hand had clearly cut into the dining table and plate, but it did not cause any damage like a phantom.

The scabbard is very skilled in raising the sword in front of and blocking around, and the blade in his hand dances into a whirlwind.In front of him and around him, eight flames erupted in the void almost simultaneously.Obviously Bad Ri just swung his sword once, but Void attacked the sheath eight times at the same time.

And the sheath is like a machine, making a flawless countermeasure, erasing all attacks with the smallest cost and movement.

As the azure blue light dissipated, the faint blue sparks burst out like withered petals.

After Russell's redshift was raised to this level, he finally understood the blow at such a close range this time.

A long time ago, the "swordsmanship" that Bad Day used in front of himself; the "swordsmanship" used when Shea came back from Happy Island when killing people on the street...Why is Bad Day, who is also a student of Shea, possessed this kind of swordsmanship, but Ellie Si didn't learn?

It's not because of the eccentricity of the sheath, but because the essence of the so-called "swordsmanship" passed down from generation to generation is a kind of power that can "sharp" the psionic energy and turn it into reality.

Restraining Redshift through a strong will, turning the ordinary iron in his hand, and even his fingers into temporary psionic weapons, releasing psionic energy in an invincible posture——

--Yes.

This is the power that belongs to the "sage beheading".

Using psionic energy as fuel and blood as the key, it is a psionic weapon that can increase toughness, length, and sharpness according to "determination".It was the first version of the psionic weapon that Alice obtained from Amirus.

And later, Russell also learned from Amirus that... Psychic Armament is a permanent weapon made of living Psykers, and its essence is "Psykers living in the form of equipment"; and Psychic chips It is a one-time psionic energy obtained by synchronizing the memories and emotions of the psyker...

It's "disposable" simply because the company doesn't want users to be insane.If all the memories and emotions of a certain moment are completely imported, then the personality will be polluted by it, and the psionic energy that could be used will also be unusable.

But if it is said... If someone can synchronize part of the memory and emotion of the original holder of the "spiritual weapon" from the psychic weapon, and forget it when it is not needed... Will it be possible to permanently obtain a certain strength of "spiritual weapon"? What about the second psionic power?

——Just like the psionic power possessed by Russell, who can copy the psionic power of others.

No wonder, the beheading of the saint will always remain in Bad Sun's hands... until he fully mastered this ability, he handed it over to Russell.

Because it's not some kind of "art".

Instead, it relies on the "technology" that can only be mastered by "sage beheading".

After making a sword, Bad Ri slowly lowered the blade.

It was as if after his attack was perfectly blocked by the sheath, he suddenly lost the desire to kill him.

Bad Ri said sarcastically: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, teacher. I thought your sword skills would regress."

"Yeah, it has indeed regressed..."

Sheath's eyes were still covered with black cloth, so she couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He just said lightly: "Otherwise, you should be dead."

"It's hard."

Bad Day sneered.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

As a blue brilliance bloomed in the air, a belated black sword energy that appeared out of thin air was chopped into pieces by him.

"—because it never touches me if I don't want to."

"Just like your past?"

Sheath responded calmly.

As soon as his voice fell, Bad Ri's face became gloomy.

"It's all thanks to you, teacher."

"That's not what your psionics say."

Behind him was a man with black wings and long messy and withered black hair, still without any expression on his face: "If you really hate me...why do you have to come in?"

Russell remembered that the psionic power possessed by Bad Sun was called "Dead Sun".

The more strange and distant the existence that makes Bad Day feel, the farther away it can be contacted.That is a powerful spiritual energy that redefines physical distance with the distance of the mind.

Different from Russell's flashy psionic power... The psionic power mastered by Bad Day is simple and powerful.

Being able to attack the enemy from a long distance... and after crossing the Leviathan wall, it is clear that the "decaying sun" has also undergone a qualitative change.Not only is the "human" with a mind locked, but the forces that attack him are also affected by his psychic power.Attacks from others will never reach him as long as he is unwilling to accept and admit it.

An attack that cannot "reach" the target is meaningless no matter how powerful it is.

—Russell knew that Sheath's words were absolutely correct.

The ability to kill people from a long distance mastered by Bad Day has helped Russell many times in the past.Whether it's Kamalser, Sai Lun, or Tiansong, he has intervened in it.If Bad Day wants to, he can attack the sheath from a long distance now.

If you can't see it, even the sheath can't block the attack of the bad sun all the time.

But the bad day approached until it was only a table away from the sheath before attacking the sheath.Under this distance, the sheath can accurately judge the timing of the bad day's attack, and respond with reaction and experience.Judging from his calm reaction, it was obvious that Bad Sun couldn't hurt the sheath at this distance.

So why doesn't Bad Sun strike at greater distances?

There is only one answer.That's what he can't do.

"The truth is...you still love me, Nan Liujing. Our enemy is the monkey-faced eagle, and you must know this. But you still attacked me...you are trying to use this radical method, Come and cut me off. You're trying to tell yourself that you still hate me."

Sheath said lightly: "But you can deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive the sun. The distance between you and me is only 'a table apart'.

"I'm a little curious now...why there's no more, no less, exactly 'one table'? This distance...

"Oh, I see. It's because when I was at Nan's dining table, I was separated from you by this distance."

The man didn't attack, didn't leave the table, didn't even look at the bad day.He was still holding the wine glass in his left hand, and when he lowered his head, he didn't know whether he was looking at the glowing sword blade in his hand, or the wine glass with no drop of wine left.

Shea said to herself, chattering like an old man: "You should be 38 years old this year... Oh no, it should be 39 years old. I remember your birthday is March 30st, and your birthday should have passed by now. Hurry up Thirty years have passed, and you are still the teenager you used to be..."

"--teacher."

The bad day interrupted the words of the sheath.

He also didn't look at the sheath.He looked down at the half-eaten sumptuous meals on the table, intact from the heat of battle.Because between the two, no matter whether it was attack or defense, they did not spread their power to the surroundings.

"'It doesn't matter whether I live or die, no one cares if I remain. I'm so small, I'm just a grain of sand in the age...'

"'——For this reason, if with my power, I can set off a small wave in this era and engrave my name in history. It will be my honor.'"

Bad Ri raised his head and said word by word: "Teacher, this is what you said."

"Ah, yes."

Sheath replied flatly: "I have told many people. I have said it many times."

"Does it still count now? Do you still think so now?"

"I'm still walking on this path so far," Sheath replied without any hesitation, "I have dedicated everything to it."

"Ha. It doesn't matter, no one cares..."

Bad Day sneered briefly: "Among the things you offered...does Alice? And me? Or the head of a deer? The Tower of Babel? And Russell? Among the things you offered, there are What is really yours?"

"Pain. Happiness. Destiny. Memory. Ideal. Will."

The voice of the sheath is low and hoarse, reminiscent of silver-gray iron wings, or ice picks hanging from the window sill in winter: "Including my own life and existence. If you ask for it, you can take it."

Russell suddenly asked, "What exactly do you want?"

He originally wanted to prevent Bad Sun from attacking the sheath at this time-after all, the sheath is their main force to kill the monkey-faced eagle.

Among them, only the sheath has the power of the "anti-electron" holy order.Facing the monkey-faced eagle that can copy, split, hide, and download itself at any time, as a virus program that surpasses human intelligence, only the sheath can completely kill the opponent.

Objectively speaking... at least they would have to wait until the monkey-faced eagle was killed before they could do anything to the scabbard.

But now, even Russell couldn't help the killing intent in his heart.

The sheath is always like this, with the ability to provoke people easily.Every word he said was extremely sincere and serious, but his words combined with his actions made people unable to help but get angry.

"I have already told you about that, Russell."

Sheath raised her head and looked at Russell: "I'm disappointed. You didn't remember my words.

"All I do is try not to become a nobody, a boring person.

"Human beings cannot get rid of their own animal nature. If they are not satisfied and there is a hole deep in their hearts, then no matter how powerful, strong, and intelligent they are, they will eventually become devils like Peter Pan. Because they are not Know exactly what to do. The 'happiness' they feel is a hoax from hormones, and the happiness they feel is illusory.

"Human personality, emotions, intelligence, and logical thinking also come from the deception of the brain, which is the gene engraved in their blood, and after extremely complicated calculations, they have given them these cognitions.

"Just for a command from the brain, the secret command that can also be issued by means of 'brainwashing' such as drugs, surgery, chip micro-shock, etc., to do something resolutely and sacrifice life and death. That is what human beings are called Evidence of 'brain' manipulation by parasites.

"If human beings want to transcend nothingness and boredom forever, they must transcend their own will and all the instructions given to you by the 'brain' to give you genetic intuition. In this way, human beings can transcend their animal nature."

"—you've lost your mind, Sheath. Are you overwhelmed by the overwhelming sense of guilt and despair? Or are you drunk with just two glasses of wine?"

Bad Ri said coldly: "What the hell are you talking about? Listen to yourself, are these words still human?"

"Maybe I'm crazy, but maybe I'm sober. If everyone drank the water of the madman, the only person who didn't drink it would be the madman..."

There was still no expression on Shea's face: "As for drunkenness, it's just a manifestation of brain confusion. But when people are not drunk, are human decisions correct? Since it is not necessarily correct in the first place, is it possible to make decisions after brain confusion? Is it possible that something happened?"

As he spoke, his originally red cheeks turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No impulse, no obsession, no excitement, no hatred, no nostalgia.Like an empty shell, like a faceless robot model wearing a coat and posing in a shopping mall, the sense of disobedience can even make people feel fear.

"I'm disappointed, Russell. I've clearly shown you everything, and you should be able to understand what choice I made."

Sheath's tone remained unchanged: "I come to see you with anticipation and hope. I don't want to reveal all the surprises by myself."

And at this moment, Russell finally realized what——

That was a sentence that Sheath said to herself before the deer head portrait...

[I found a crazy mage.With his help, his brutal transformation, I was able to connect to the 'Holy Code' server... because he transformed my brain into a cyborg, and made my brain itself a local server...]

"...you don't need to talk to him anymore."

Russell suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked Bad Sun.

Bad Day didn't question or object, but quietly looked back at Russell.