The container closes and opens, opens and closes.

And only when you know exactly what it contains, you can close the container yourself - this can be called your own container.

"I also laughed at the monkey-faced eagle, misled by prophecy. It turns out that I am like this myself......"

The reason why Russell's awakened psionic energy is the "vessel of God" is precisely because he instinctively wants his core to be restrained and controlled.

The nature of the twilight like a madman was not his heart.

- This superhuman essence, together with the fragile, small, and stupid mortal will that suppresses it, is the complete Russell!

Although even Russell himself did not realize what he was bound by instinct back then;

And when he realized this essence, he unleashed it unscrupulously.

His instincts warn him repeatedly, he warned himself repeatedly. Russell just felt as if he had forgotten something, and he had an inexplicable sense of disobedience, but he never thought about why.

Until Lin Yi reminded him of that sentence again.

"Because I'm ...... This cannot be ignored. ”

Russell muttered under his breath.

It was like vaguely aware of something.

The monkey-faced eagle also became serious.

He's going to have to do it.

The confrontation between the two cannot be changed......

A one-man show, which doesn't make any sense.

Russell also seemed to have realized something, and could even control the power of Dusk - he couldn't even put it away himself.

The Monkey-Faced Eagle's awakened psionic energy is called "Anima Animus".

That was something that had never been mastered by anyone before...... The first generation of psionic energy hatched from the depths of his psyche.

It can manipulate people who have "longing" and love "fantasy", and turn reflected dreams into power.

If someone's dream is to light a flame, it is difficult for him to do it on his own.

But if someone helped him, it would be much easier.

If the monkey-faced eagle controls the souls of ten people, it can easily fulfill the desire of the first person—to ignite a fierce fire.

If he had mastered the souls of a thousand people, he could make this flame a hundredfold stronger.

Use the remaining nine hundred and ninety souls as motivation to realize the dream of the one who "ignites the flame".

If he could control the whole world, he would become a true god.

Everyone's dreams are different, and he can be in the middle. Turn people's dreams into your own power.

If you compare this world to a company, he is the only boss.

But his psionic energy itself is a reflection of Russell's psionic energy.

He is but an illusion of the dead.

Russell went deeper into the twilight...... The more desperate, angry, and crazy he becomes, the more his strength will increase.

And at the moment, Russell looks like he is about to break free from this control...... Out of this fate.

He would never allow it.

If he can't enter the spiral state, he can't evolve further......

In any case, at least push Russell deeper into the abyss.

Make it impossible for him to retreat!

to force out his strength—

…… No way.

This time, use 60 percent first...... No, eighty percent of the stock. Let him feel urgency and fear......

The monkey-faced eagle sighed silently.

Countless threads of silk fell from the void, and those who marched in front of Russell were instantly engulfed in consciousness and turned into stiff puppets.

Unlike Russell, the monkey-faced eagle is transformed from a human into a dusk species.

His humanity, intellect, and will in no way support him being able to control so many "real humans" at the same time.

But that doesn't matter.

Because he didn't let them live for a moment—

As if disgusted with the "decapitation of the saint" cut too slowly, the heads of all the people infected by the monkey-faced eagle in the whole street suddenly ejected and took off!

Blood poured down like a torrent of blood, splashing on the ground and on windows, turning entire streets into hell.

And those heads flew freely, starting to assemble in the air.

The heads with the vertebrae are interspersed with each other to form a six-pointed star-like figure, while more heads are densely dotted on them.

It looks like a giant spinning wheel made up of human heads, spinning continuously.

As it swirls, silk threads invisible to mortals are spun.

They are covered with a dim yellow glow as a shell, and dense tentacles gradually form and lengthen.

It is more like a brilliant, near-earth, twilight sun than a dark sun.

It's like a miracle.

Even though inside the sun is the wheel of a human head spilled and painted with its own blood.

Its shell looked so sacrosanct.

As the wheels rotated, the dim yellow tentacles gradually began to lengthen.

Like some kind of predatory plant, they slowly drooped, ignoring the obscuration of the walls of the building, and submerged into the back of the kneeling prayer people.

The next moment, it easily removed the head. It's as easy as plucking grapes from the vine.

In the sky, human heads flew like meteors, merging into the spinning wheels.

As their numbers increase at a rate visible to the naked eye, the world around them gradually begins to distort.

It's like a vision when you light a match......

As it swirled, the world around it became distorted and hazy. Another different world, with a warning code floating from time to time, seems to be embodied in reality.

When Russell saw this scene, he slowly lowered his head as if he was sleepy.

And just as he was about to fall asleep, a white, vertebrae-like chain pierced out of the back of his neck and pierced through the chest of the "vessel of the gods".

The vessel of the gods that came from his back was as if he had been brought to life or awakened......

He withdrew the hand behind his back and slowly lowered it to his chest.

When the two distorted starry skies came into contact with each other, it burst out with an extremely brilliant dim yellow glow.

That light overshadowed all the brilliance of the street.

Time seems to stand still.

And by the time it dissipated, the vessel of the gods had separated the two "hands".

A series of blank masks flowed from his hands like cards.

He clasped his hands together again, and the masks were squished.

The next moment, it's like shooting a card.

Those blank masks erupted from his palms!

They flew into the air and were put on the heads of those who flew in.

After that, they change into all sorts of postures – youkai, gods, men, women.

Fierce face, sad face, happy face......

These masks also fly aimlessly through the air.

Some of the masks fell into the pitch-black ground beneath Russell like homing birds, and the crimson, most angry masks, spat out crimson furnace fires.

The faint yellow sun, scorched by the fire of the furnace, burst into flames and laughed at the same time.

"One more, one more!"

They shouted.

They are looking forward to it.

In order to squeeze more of Russell's anger, the wheels of the human head, which had begun the process of destruction, began to slowly turn again, brewing for the next attack.

This time, the attack is on the steel city itself below.

The fire of the furnace is boiling hot.

They are close to destruction.

However, it was too late.

With this level of attack, it is impossible to completely destroy "them" before they can prepare for the next attack.

Then, feel your powerlessness -