Overturned Tower

For the first time, Russell felt it so clearly—the anger that almost turned into substance was burning in his body.

The never-ending anger and the quiet and deep love... two completely different emotions piled up in Russell's body, and instead became a more powerful force.

—like holding a burning coal tightly.

Excessive "determination" made the psionic weapon tremble slightly as if overloaded.

Russell held the saint's decapitated right hand, feeling the scorching pain.

Accompanied by the burning anger in his heart... a real flame ignited on the crimson blade of light.

There are traces of the blade in the air, and there are still trails of flames burning in the void.

In an instant, the gray mouse turned back to its original body.

Two gray transparent short spears emerged from his hands, crossed together, and abruptly took Russell's slash.

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound, a string of sparks like a chainsaw kept flying in the air.

After Quanshu blocked the slash, he couldn't help but take a half step back, clenched the short gray spear with both hands and tightened upwards, trying to lock the light blade.

And Russell's explosive speed is more than faster than him.

Russell withdrew his weapon before being locked by the short spear, and a backhand sword was a whip-like horizontal stroke.

Quanshu let go of his hand the moment he failed to lock the weapon, and the two gray transparent short spears disappeared like hallucinations.

A small transparent gray buckler appeared on his left arm, blocking Russell's blows again.

And Russell's light instrument, taking advantage of the momentum, swirled from top to bottom and slashed out with a sword again—

Even if he was familiar with turning the one-handed small round shield into a two-handed big shield, he would still be split open by that light blade sword!

Even though Quanshu tried his best to raise his neck back, the light blade still shattered the gray toad mirror Quanshu was wearing, and the remaining power burned Quanshu's left eye.

Scorch marks visible to the naked eye appeared on the side of his cheek that was not protected by the toad mirror.

Even so, Quanshu didn't let out a scream.

He just grunted—at the same time as he was hurt, the other eye suddenly burst into a gray light.

The slender gray light was completely undetectable until it passed through the toad mirror of the same color, and Russell was still confirming his full-fledged injuries, and he hadn't landed from the air yet, so he couldn't adjust his body.

He didn't have any room to dodge, so he was hit by the light immediately.

Gray flames ignited all over Russell's body, and the severe pain of his skin being directly burned by the flames surfaced in his heart.

Even though the veins on his forehead popped and the hair on his ears and tail exploded, Russell's body remained controllable.

Russell endured the pain and slowly raised the saint's beheading—the light blade blocked the gray light and burst out a dazzling fire.

—Since Quanshu can just use the short spear shaped by his spell to block the attack of the saint's beheading...then there is no reason that the saint's beheading can't stop his spell.

Then, Russell shook his right hand.

The gray flames all over his body suddenly dissipated like an illusion.

Quan Shu's head suddenly shook backwards, and the spell transmitted through the medium of sight was suddenly interrupted. It was as if some force directly shook his head from the air.

But the sharp pain that only lasted for more than a second also made Russell feel like his brain was exploding.

He panted fiercely on the spot, breathing out white hot air visible to the naked eye, and the blood vessels and veins near his temples burst out.

And Quan Shu also covered his injured left eye, and took two steps back cautiously. The gray toad mirror quickly returned to its original form in his hands.

As he retreated, he pressed his right hand in front of him three times, and three illusory gray walls that looked like glass appeared in front of him.

Seeing the crimson flames in Russell's eyes gradually fade away, and the light in the depths of his eyes turned into a blue-blue halo that gave people a sense of tranquility, Quan Shu couldn't help but laugh when he put his hands down.

"Scared me, I thought it was a bad guy..."

The short and skinny ratman mage obviously looked down on Russell: "So it's our 'big hero' Ultramarine.

"Why don't you try it out, did you have a heart attack first, or did my strength run out first?"

Quanshu is obviously very confident in the three walls in front of him.

He recognized that Russell's current burst of power was based on Delphinium's "stimulant" enhanced state... subconscious timidity made him choose the way of defensive counterattack.

And Russell also needed time to adjust his state, so he didn't attack immediately.

He didn't want to say a word to Quanshu.

The memories and emotions from the delphinium chip guide his mind all the time, making him calm...or more precisely, depression, pain, and sadness.

It's like witnessing the death of a blood relative with your own eyes.

After delphinium told his story, Russell immediately realized what it was.

— These are the memories and emotions of the night when Delphinium awakened her psychic powers.

Cool-toned psionics symbolize emotions that tend to be cool-toned.

And what reverberated in Russell's heart... was the pain of someone really dying in front of his eyes and by his own hands.

It feels like the heart is about to burst.

Under the blessing of this emotion, any original emotion will be magnified.

He had only been exposed to that light for a second...and the pain was already to this extent.

What kind of pain did the bird of paradise endure?

All of this obviously has nothing to do with her, she is just an angel...but she destroyed the chips for the safety of the people in the lower city, and put on her angel halo to save the strangers she had never seen three days ago.

Now, she was attacked and tortured to the brink of death for her kind deeds?

"Unforgivable..."

Russell muttered in a low voice ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Just thinking of this, uncontrollable rage rose again in the depths of Russell's sea of ​​mind.

Like a gas stove—a flame with a blue bottom and a crimson tip ignited from the bottom of Russell's pupils again.

And at a speed visible to the naked eye, those cyan-blue gleams turned into fuel and gradually became weaker, while the crimson flames of anger became more intense.

Russell let out another breath of white air slowly.

He pulled the chip belonging to Delphinium out of the prosthesis in his left arm. He casually threw the cyan chip with a red light on the ground, and the flames at the bottom of Russell's pupils finally turned completely crimson, completely dyeing his original emerald green pupils into blood red.

At this moment, he looked as terrifying as a demon **** climbing up from the depths of purgatory.

At this time, Russell inserted a new chip again.

An ice-blue chip that is similar in color to the inferior's pupils.

Quanshu realized that something was wrong.

He raised his right hand, and a gray transparent pistol appeared in his hand, aiming it at Russell's head.

"This is the bullet that poured all my 'jealousy' and 'hate' into it."

Quan Shu smiled lowly: "Once it hits, the gray flame that can never be extinguished will drag anyone to hell."

On the three walls in front of him, gradually shrinking sights appeared one after the other.

Difficult to quench like the fire of jealousy.

Like the fire of resentment, it lasts forever.

"As long as there is even the slightest bit of 'jealousy' and 'hate' in my heart, even if skin and flesh, blood and bones are burned to ashes, it will not stop—"

Quanshu was halfway through speaking, and suddenly pulled the trigger. Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!