- The situation in front of us is the same as when the airship was hijacked.

Although Russell's redshift had reached the eighth level by this time, and relied on the awakened demon to use psionic energy beyond his limits......

It's like Russell, who got the saint's beheading, and has extraordinary reflex nerves......

His enemies, however, are much stronger and more deadly.

The skull wheel of light hanging high in the sky is still converging and growing.

It's expanding all the time, growing all the time—

Countless minds have been infected and assimilated into the heads of the "swarm", flying from all over the sky island and cutting through the sky.

It's like a crimson meteor shower.

Blood poured out from the gap, and a bright red rain of blood rained down from the sky like a divine punishment.

Or rather, it is divine punishment.

- On this day, a rain of scarlet blood covered the entire steel forest.

A monster comparable to Mammon is descending on the city and hanging high in the air!

People at the bottom of the steel forest couldn't see the heads at all. All they could see was the rain of blood falling from the sky, and they were either terrified or excited.

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Lots of people, indoors and outdoors, used their camera gear to aim at the spectacle, record it and post it online.

Only those who live at the top can photograph the horror of the truth.

If the black-red meteor shower is not magnified, you can only see black dots dragging the dim yellow tail of light, forming dark lines in the sky.

The gray sky was divided by these dense black lines in an instant.

They fly in groups, even obscuring out the already small amount of light coming from the horizon.

The blood gushing out of it condensed into ice mist high in the air and melted into raindrops when it reached the ground.

The sky soon became overcast......

But the sky was not dark, but a yellowish yellow like a sandstorm, and the edges of the dull clouds were soaked in blood.

That's because the blood droplets and ice particles condensed in the sky scatter a large amount of blue-violet light with a shorter wavelength, leaving most of the yellow, orange, and red light with a longer wavelength.

But if you look up from Russell, you will feel that it is the dim yellow wheel of blood spinning, reflecting the whole sky in its own color.

That's unbearable psychological pressure.

It was as if the power it emanated could change the whole world; It was as if it was going to take the whole sky and slowly press it down.

Just staring at him, the psionics felt a murmur in their hearts.

It was evidence of too powerful psionic powers, which were perceived visually and received by other psionic beings.

In the case of information creatures like demons, expanding their own information volume is the best proof of becoming stronger.

Draw on the hearts and minds of others to strengthen the strength of being a "group"—that is not the strength of the psionic energy that a normal individual psyker can hold.

If anything, it's more like some kind of weapon.

The good news is...... Russell will no longer be in a moral dilemma.

- Now, no one cares about those who were killed by Russell.

I'm afraid the witnesses are all dead...... Their heads have been forcibly expropriated and integrated into the "group".

Even if they weren't dead, they could see their heads suddenly ejected to form the skull wheel. Naturally, they don't think that Russell killed the wrong person......

The bad news is that Russell is in danger of his life.

This time, there will be no bad day to save him.

Really...... So ironic.

When Russell wanted to be a good man and a hero, the monkey-faced eagle came over to torture Russell's heart and force him to make a choice.

And when Russell has given up morality, fame, and all his old life, and has made up his mind to abandon the name of the hero......

But he had to stand in front of a strong enemy again.

With people's unilateral expectations, to become a "hero" again.

Even if Russell doesn't care about heroes at all......

It doesn't matter what you become, it doesn't matter if you abandon it.

This honor always popped up when he was most tired, as a gift to reward him.

“…… Really, too much. ”

Russell, with his head hanging down, muttered under his breath.

At this moment, the masks that had sunk into the black mire before surfaced one by one to form a shield.

- This is the soul that was "intercepted" by Russell.

The number of them is only about five percent of the heads manipulated by the monkey-faced eagle.

In the final moments of assimilation of the souls hidden in their heads, before they merged into the "group consciousness", Russell put a mask on them.

Russell bestows "false appearances" on these blank, numb souls.

He gave them all the masks he had collected so far.

So that they are no longer absorbed into the "group", but hide their essence and wear masks to exist in the present world.

To put it simply, Russell extracted the most core and uninfected parts of their "data shells" that were infected by monkey-faced eagles. and granted them new shells—the ones Russell himself had constructed before.

Each mask is like an amber.

Hidden in them is a free, awakened soul.

And at the moment, Russell did not order them.

They emerge autonomously...... Without any communication, it flew silently, forming a fragile, thin shield.

The skull wheel in the air is still spinning, growing larger and more energy-accumulating.

The shield made of many masks seemed so weak in the face of that brilliance.

The so-called mantis arm as a car -

“…… Sorry, Ringo. ”

Russell muttered under his breath.

His voice was pale and weak, as dry as a sick person.

Just manipulating the "Vessel of the Gods" has exhausted his mental strength.

Each mask contains a single soul, and these souls exist in Russell's container.

It's like there are dozens, hundreds, thousands of people all talking to Russell at the same time, and Russell can hear and understand everyone's voice.

What to say......

…… It's like a god.

But where is there such a weak god?

“…… Why apologize? ”

Hearing Russell's words, Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and asked with some hesitation.

"Brought you to such a dangerous situation......"

"Hah, that's fine."

Lin Yi waved his hand lightly: "I'm a bodyguard."

"But, Mr. Ultramarine. What I just said was serious. ”

"Which one?"

"Take me away."

She turned her head and looked up again at the scorching light wheel in the sky.

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

"—because I want to live worthily, to die with clarity and hope."

The next moment, as if to respond to her words.

The light stream roared silently and shot down from the sky.

It easily pierced through the thin wall of masks, easily pierced through the earth, and struck straight into the depths of the earth.

The earth shook and cracked, and the buildings broke and disintegrated.

The demon behind Russell dissipated, and the white crest dissipated like a phantom. Russell and Ringo, 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 planned to attack......

What he wanted to fall was not this tall building, this tens of thousands of civilians, or this steel city.

It's the empty island itself.