Overturned Tower

The Overturned Tower Chapter 68 I want to join the Tower of Babel

—The situation in front of me 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 blood rain 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 minds 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.

——As things stand now, 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 had 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% of the heads controlled by monkey-faced 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—the 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 praying man's arm 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.

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..."

"Ha, that's fine."

Lin Po waved his hands lightly: "I'm a bodyguard~www.wuxiahere.com~ But, Mr. Qunqing, what I just said is serious."

"Which sentence?"

"Take me away."

She turned around and raised her head again to look at the scorching light wheel in the sky.

Ringo put his hands behind his back and said softly, "I want to join the Tower of Babel.

"—Because I want to live with value and die with clarity and hope."

The next moment, it was as if he wanted to respond to her words.

Guangliu roared silently, shooting down from the sky.

It easily penetrated the thin wall made up of the mask, penetrated the ground with ease, and struck straight into the depths of the ground.

The ground shook and cracked, and the buildings cracked and collapsed.

The demon behind Russell dissipated, and the white spine dissipated like a phantom. Russell and Ringo, who were covered in blood, fell into the cracks of the tall building.

At that moment, Russell understood why the monkey-faced eagle dared to gather so many heads, and who it was planning to attack...

What he wanted to shoot down was not this tall building, these tens of thousands of civilians, nor this steel city.

It's the empty island itself.

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