Three hundred and eighty thousand.

Or more.

The fall of a small city, the disintegration of more than 100,000 families.

Even if it's a natural disaster, that's just it.

To kill this number of kinds...... Even Russell wasn't sure if he would be able to do it.

And most pessimistically - even if he kills all the clones of the monkey-faced eagle, he can make more.

Russell can't hunt down and delete his ontology in the cyber world. What monkey-faced eagles are best at is self-replication.

I'm afraid that every time after the monkey-faced eagle population is "zeroed", it won't be long before he makes a comeback.

But even then, 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 midst of the fire, and his body suddenly melted.

When he regrouped, he became a strange middle-aged man.

Wearing an old but not dirty brown jacket, black hair is a little messy and greasy, with the huge horns of a moose on his head, more than 1.9 meters tall and the weight of the antlers, which makes his back slightly shy.

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

If you get wet with the rain, when you appear outside someone's window on a rainy night, you can't help but scream out in fear - like the temperament of a horror movie actor.

【…… You've never seen me, but can you read my physical features and temperament? 】

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

"It's easy."

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

In a somewhat hoarse voice, he whispered, "Surprise? Nostalgia? That's what a gift is for you.

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

[It's a monster]

The monkey-faced eagle commented so coldly.

He also felt something bad from Russell's changes.

[Is it difficult for you to really kill it directly? ] 】

Russell didn't answer, just laughed.

It's only now that I'm scared...... Will it be a little late?

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

Seeing that Russell was still close at a moment's notice, but still accelerating, the monkey-faced eagle inevitably felt fear.

It's not that the plan is ruined.

It's the fear of Russell beyond his own knowledge.

…… Shouldn't he feel pain, tormented, driven mad by this 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 whispered, "Kill your possession first, and then kill the ...... who came to stop me."

Just then, it began to rain slowly.

The entangled flames of the extinguished saint were decapitated, and in the rain curtain flew through like a red electric light.

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

Fear exploded.

The crowd broke up amid screams - a portion of the enveloped crowd came to their senses, realizing that they were in a place they shouldn't have been. But many more people still turned a blind eye and kept a calm expression and moved forward.

Immediately afterward, the red light passed again.

It's still a precise chopping off of the head.

It didn't cause so much pain that you might not even realize that you were dead.

The severed heads still had eerie smiles of relief on their faces.

And when they flew away, they didn't land.

But it was as if it was being carried by someone with a silk thread, flying in the sky.

“…… I'm here to help, too. ”

Lin Yi finally made up his mind.

Against the routing crowd, she struggled to squeeze forward and came to Russell, who had become a completely different person.

Looking at the strange "ultramarine", she shouted, "Let me come too!" I have a share of it, too! ”

"It's none of your business."

Russell harvested a batch of heads again, and then stopped the group killing as efficiently as harvesting wheat, and turned back indifferently.

But Lin Yi grabbed Russell's cuffs.

It wasn't until then that Russell realized that she had burst into tears.

"What dusk...... What a world-destroying world, what a hero, I don't understand it at all!

"I don't understand anything, those things are so powerful that they have nothing to do with me......

"It's like the elves are talking about which school to demolish and which factory to close...... This kind of 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 killing, it's just being charged...... I can do it too, let me do it! ”

Her tears mingled with the rain.

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

As if otherwise, there would be no courage to continue the dialogue with "Russell".

After shouting these words, she seemed to relax a little.

And Russell also looked at Lin Ye expressionlessly. The decapitation of the saint at full power all the time comes at the cost of bleeding from the neck. He continued to use it, and his own blood was already soaked from his neck to his chest.

Lin Yi grabbed Russell's cuffs, and the rain-soaked blood soaked in the cuffs was slowly pulled out between her fingers.

"I ...... It's an outcast. Abandoned by my parents who gave birth to me, and abandoned by the empty island that raised me...... I'm worth nothing, just a failure......"

How did I live in the past?

How will I live in the future?

"Those are too many things...... I don't understand, but there's one thing I can do.

"Let me carry it all on my back."

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

"You say it, you're a member of the Tower of Babel—

"It doesn't matter if I'm a sinner, it's just right – I want to join the Tower of Babel!"

"Why?"

Russell asked coldly, "Impulsive?" Or do you sympathize with me? Or is it a hot spot? ”

"Because ......"

Lin Yi was stopped by this rhetorical question.

She muttered.

For the first time, a thought popped into my head.

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

Watching Ultramarines fall into the abyss or something...... She couldn't.

Ultramarine is a dream, a group dream.

Even in the worst reality, they can talk to each other and dream happily like children...... A promising future.

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

"—because you are a flag."

Finally, Lin Yi cleared his chaotic thoughts.

She trembled—the roots of her teeth tingling, the fingertips of her hands unconscious.

Intense psionic energy was surging under her eyes, almost out of control.

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

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

"I want to live a worthwhile life! Even if you die, you have to die clearly—there is hope!

"Right...... What I want is, hope! ”

At that moment, Russell was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the day he became a hero.

An incomparably false hero. A phantom that can be broken at the first poke.

At the end of the bubble and the phantom...... What is it?

He saw it.

The boy who was scared and scared, who felt the pressure and trembled.

Speaking of which.

I was ...... What do you think?