Overturned Tower

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Even if it is a natural disaster, it is nothing more than that.

To kill this number of people of the same race... Even Russell is not sure if he can do it.

And the most pessimistic thing is - even if he kills all the monkey-faced eagle's clones, he can make more.

Russell was unable to hunt down and delete his identity in the online world.What monkey-faced eagles are best at is self-replication.

I'm afraid that every time the number of monkey-faced eagles is "returned to zero", it won't take long for him to make a comeback again.

But even so, only Russell can do it.

——Because only Russell can recognize the "monkey-faced eagle".

Russell stared at the only floor-to-ceiling mirror in the sea of ​​flames, his body suddenly melted.

When he reorganized again, he turned into a strange middle-aged man.

Wearing a brown jacket that is old but not dirty, his black hair is a little messy and greasy, with the huge horns of a moose on his head, his height of more than 1.9 meters and the weight of the antlers make his back slightly bent.

His golden-green pupils are reminiscent of snakes.In fact, he does have a cold aura unique to cold-blooded animals.

If the body is wetted by rain, when it appears outside someone else's window on a rainy night, it will make people uncontrollably terrified to the point of screaming—like the temperament of a horror movie actor.

【...Have never seen me before, but can you read my physical characteristics and temperament? 】

For the first time, the monkey-faced eagle's voice became vigilant and cautious.

"easy."

"Russell" opened his mouth again, and the dark green pupils looked out of the window indifferently.

With a somewhat hoarse voice, he said softly: "Are you surprised? Miss you? This is a gift for you.

"If you can knock me down, this body will be given to you."

【What a monster】

The monkey-faced eagle commented so coldly.

He also felt something bad from Russell's changes.

[Could it be possible for you to kill it directly? 】

Russell didn't answer, just chuckled.

It's only now that I'm afraid... Is it too late?

It's like two people colliding on a motorcycle on a rainy night, watching who is one step behind and chooses to admit defeat.

Seeing that Russell was still close at hand, but still accelerating—the monkey-faced eagle inevitably felt fear.

It's not that the plan was broken.

It was the fear of Russell beyond his knowledge.

…Shouldn’t he feel pain, feel entangled, and be driven crazy from the conflict between mission and morality, from the rebellion between the purpose of protection and the cruel means?

But why-

"Then kill it."

Russell pushed open the door and said in a low voice, "First kill the ones you possess, and then kill those who come to stop me..."

At this moment, the sky began to rain slowly.

The entangled flames had already been extinguished, and the saint beheaded, flying past like a red lightning in the rain.

The people who were forced to go out to check and inquire about the situation because the screens of all kinds of electrical appliances were blown off saw that among the crowd that looked like a parade, the heads of about a dozen people suddenly fell off!

Fear suddenly exploded.

The crowd collapsed amidst the screams—a part of the engulfed crowd came to their senses and realized that they had appeared where they should not have appeared.But more people still turned a blind eye and moved forward with a calm expression.

Immediately afterwards, the red light passed by again.

Still cut off the head accurately.

Without causing too much pain, you may not even realize that you are dead.

Those severed heads still had weird relaxed smiles on their faces.

But after they flew away, they didn't land.

But it seemed to be carried by someone with a silk thread, flying in the sky.

"...I'm here to help too."

Ringo finally made up his mind.

Against the broken crowd, she tried her best to squeeze forward and came to Russell who had completely changed into another person.

Looking at the unfamiliar "Qunqing", she shouted: "Let me come too! I also have a share!"

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

Russell harvested a batch of heads again, and then stopped the efficient group slaughter like harvesting wheat, and turned around indifferently.

But Ringo grabbed Russell's cuff.

And it wasn't until this moment that Russell realized that she had burst into tears at some point.

"What twilight... what annihilation, what hero, I don't understand at all!

"I can't understand anything, those things are too powerful, and have nothing to do with me...

"It's like the elves are discussing which school to demolish, which factory to close... This topic of big people has nothing to do with ordinary people like me from the very beginning, but——

"—I can do it too!

"It's just murder, it's just a crime...I can do it too, let me do it!"

Her tears mingled with the rain.

It's more like a roar than a talk, more like a shout than a roar.

It seems that otherwise, he would not have the courage to continue the dialogue with "Russell".

After yelling this sentence, she seemed to relax a little.

Russell also looked at Ringo blankly.The cost of using the saint's beheading at full power all the time is that the neck is bleeding.He continued to use it, and his neck and chest were already soaked in his own blood.

Ringo grabbed Russell's cuff, and the rain-soaked blood soaked in the cuff was slowly squeezed out between her fingers.

"I... am an outcast. Abandoned by the parents who gave birth to me, and by Sky Island, who raised me...I have no value at all, just a failure..."

How did I live in the past?

How will I live in the future?

"Those things that are so powerful...I can't understand, but there is one thing I can do.

"Let me carry it all."

She said seriously and sincerely: "I don't want to go back to Sun Island either...

"You said it, you are a member of the Tower of Babel——

"It doesn't matter to be a sinner, it's better to say it's just right——I want to join the Tower of Babel!"

"why?"

Russell asked coldly: "Is it impulsive? Or do you sympathize with me? Or is it a moment of passion?"

"because……"

Ringo was stopped by this rhetorical question.

she murmured.

For the first time, an idea popped up in my mind.

—because she couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Watching "Ultramarine" fall into the abyss or something... She couldn't do it.

Ultramarine is a dream, a collective dream.

Even in the harshest reality, they can chat with each other happily like children, and dream happily...a future full of hope.

It is not something that can be covered by the words "sinner from the beginning".

"—because you are a banner."

Finally, Ringo sorted out his confused thoughts.

She was trembling—the roots of her teeth were numb from it, and she had lost feeling to the fingertips of her hands.

Intense spiritual energy surged in her eyes, almost out of control.

She and the voice in her heart said in unison: "Because I don't want to live in such an ignorant, selfish, and meaningless way!

"I don't want to live an ordinary life like that again!

"I want to live worthwhile! Even if I die, I must die clearly - have hope!

"Yes... what I want is, hope!"

At that moment, Russell was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the day he became a hero.

A very false hero.An instant phantom.

At the end of that bubble and phantom... what is it?

He saw it.

The boy who was terrified and frightened, feeling the pressure and trembling.

speak up.

I was... what was I thinking.

Chapter 66 The Enlightened Ones Are Always Happy

"—Come and be a hero, Russell."

The voice of the bad day sounded like an auditory hallucination.

Russell suddenly recalled the expression on Bad Sun's face when he reached out to him and chopped off the "blade of non-existence".

Scrutiny, indifference, sorting...and, ridicule.

"This era is so lacking in heroes."

Bad day said so.

Because no one ever fights for others from the heart.

Heroes are just an ordinary class... and never belong to the bottom.

...Perhaps the classification of Happy Island is indeed correct.

The "hero" of this world is essentially a kind of "idol".

What these two have in common is that they are both selling a "group dream".

In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts-heroes never stand with them, just like the idols under many filters are not beautiful in themselves.

Perhaps in the very beginning, both were clean.

Those who can become "heroes" must be "fools".Without the wisdom of being alone, they chose to risk their lives, defeat the strong with the weak, and burst out the fire of their hearts; like the teenagers and girls on the Happy Island who dreamed of becoming idols, they didn't even think about how much money they could earn, but just I want to shine on the stage and bring strength to people.

But soon, that pure and passionate heart was gradually corroded by capital.

A hero who can risk his life for others may not be able to uphold his original aspirations and risk his life for others again after easily earning money that he could not earn in his entire life.He may not have changed much, but the value of "life" has changed—or in other words, he has become rational and "smart".

Just like a girl who has a dream and clenches her teeth, after she has developed and become a well-known idol, she will also refuse to perform on some local stages because the organizers don't have enough money.Obviously it is the same "shining brilliance" that also brings power to people, but this brilliance has a different price.

Is it because they abandoned their original intentions?

Or is it because the heart at the beginning was not as pure as imagined?

Or, is it just because the comfortable life has worn away the edges and corners of the hardworking people in the past?

"--not like this."