For the first time, Russell felt so clearly—anger that was almost substantial—burning within him.

Never-ending anger and serene deep love...... Two very different emotions piled up in Russell's body, but instead became a more powerful force.

— like holding on to red-hot coals.

The excess of "determination" caused the psionic armament to tremble slightly as if it were overloaded.

Russell held the right hand of the saint's decapitation, and he felt a burning pain.

With the anger that burned like fire in his heart...... A real flame ignited above the crimson blade of light.

The traces of the blade left in the air, and the tail of the fire still burned in the void.

The gray rat instantly reverted back to its original body.

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

With a shrill and piercing sound, a string of sparks like chainsaws continued to fly in the air.

After blocking the slash, he couldn't help but take half a step back, clenching the gray spear with both hands and tightening it upward, trying to lock the light blade.

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

Russell withdrew his weapon before he could be locked with the short spear, and his backhand was a whiplash-like horizontal volley.

The moment he failed to lock the weapon, he let go of his hand, and the two gray transparent short spears disappeared as if hallucinating.

A small, transparent gray shield appeared on his left arm, blocking Russell's volley once again.

And Russell's whole light musical instrument took advantage of the momentum to spin from top to bottom and slashed out a sword again-

Even if Quan Shu turned a one-handed small round shield into a large shield held with both hands, it was split by that light blade sword!

Even though he tried his best to raise his neck back, the light blade still shattered the gray toad mirror that Quanshu was wearing, and the residual strength burned his left eye.

Visible scorch marks appeared on the side of his cheek, which was not protected by a toad glass.

Even so, Quan Shu didn't let out a scream.

He just snorted—and as he was hurting, his other eye suddenly burst into gray light.

The delicate gray glow was completely undetectable until it looked through the toad mirror of the same color, and Russell was still confirming the full maturity of the injury, and had not yet landed in the air, unable to adjust his body.

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

Russell's whole body burned with gray flames, and the sharp pain of his skin being burned directly by the flames came to his heart.

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

Russell endured the pain and slowly erected the saint's beheading—the blade of light blocked the gray light and burst into a scorching fire.

- Since Quan Shu was just able to use the short spear shaped by his spell to block the attack of the saint's decapitation...... Then there is no reason for the saint to behead, and he can't stop his spell.

Then, Russell shook his right hand.

The gray flames all over his body suddenly dissipated like a hallucination.

Quan Shu's head shook back suddenly, and the spell transmitted through the medium of sight was abruptly interrupted. It was as if some force had struck him directly into his skull.

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

He gasped violently in place, exhaling a white heat visible to the naked eye, and the 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 appearance in his hand.

He stepped back and pressed his right hand three times in front of him, and three illusory gray walls like glass appeared in front of him.

Watching the crimson flame in Russell's eyes gradually fade, and the light in the depths of his eyes turned into a cyan blue halo that gave people a sense of tranquility, Quan Shu, who put down his hand, couldn't help but laugh.

"Scared me, I thought it was an inferior......

The short, wizened nezumi mage was obviously very contemptuous of Russell: "It turned out to be our 'big hero' Ultramarine." Gu Take

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

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

He recognized Russell's current burst of power, which was based on Delphinium's "doping" boosted state...... Subconsciously timidity, he chose the way of defense and counterattack.

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

He didn't want to say a word to Quan Shu.

The memories and emotions from the delphinium chip guide his mind and calm him all the time...... Or more accurately, depression, pain, desolation.

It's like witnessing the death of a blood relative.

After the delphinium told her story, Russell realized what it was for the first time.

- This is the memory and emotion of the night when the delphinium awakened its spiritual energy.

The psionic energy of cold tones symbolizes emotions that tend to be cold tones.

And the ...... that reverberated in Russell's heart It's like someone really dying in front of their eyes, in their own hands.

My heart felt like it was going to crack.

With the blessing of this emotion, any original emotion will be amplified.

He had only been hit by the light for a second...... It's already hurting to this extent.

What kind of pain and suffering did the bird endure?

None of this has anything to do with her, she's just an angel...... But for the safety of the people in Xiacheng City, he came to destroy the chips, and in order to save strangers he had never seen three days ago, he put on his angelic halo.

Now, she is being attacked and tortured to the point of dying because of her good deeds?

"Unforgivable ......"

Russell muttered under his breath.

Just thinking of this, an irrepressible fury rose again in the depths of Russell's psychic sea.

Like a gas stove—a blue-blue flame at the bottom and crimson at the tip, it once again ignited from the base of Russell's pupils.

And at a speed visible to the naked eye, those blue-blue glimmers turned into fuel and gradually faded, and the crimson fire of anger grew stronger.

Russell slowly exhaled a white breath again.

He pulled the chip belonging to the delphinium from the prosthetic body of his left arm. The blue-blue chip that was flying the red light was casually thrown to the ground by him, and the flames at the bottom of Russell's pupils finally turned completely crimson, completely dyeing his originally emerald green pupils into blood red.

At this moment, he looked as terrifying as a demon god who had risen from the depths of purgatory.

At this time, Russell inserted a new chip again.

A ...... with a pupil color similar to that of the inferior Ice blue chips.

Quan Shu 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 a projectile that has been infused with all my 'jealousy' and 'hatred'."

Quan Shu chuckled: "Once hit, the gray flame that cannot be extinguished will drag anyone to hell." ”

The three walls in front of him appeared in turn with a shrinking crosshair.

Like the fire of jealousy, it is hard to extinguish.

It lives on like the fire of resentment.

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

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly pulled the trigger.