It wasn't a human gesture, but it wasn't an angel at all.

A pure black angel halo with a black diamond-like luster and texture...... But it was completely broken.

It's like bulletproof glass that has been smashed by a sledgehammer and strafed by bullets and is covered with cobweb cracks, and then barely glued together. So there's a very noticeable gap in between.

It's not the feeling you feel when you're wearing an eye patch, and it's not like a golden hoop that fits into your scalp.

Rather, it is in a tighter posture, completely embedded in the skull, under the scalp.

- It's like a "chip".

The "sheath" no longer has eyes. He didn't even have eye sockets.

The eyes that should have been deep have become robot-like bands of light. The void in the aura is filled with scarlet flesh. The tiny blood vessels were glued together in different fragments, pulsating faintly like tiny tentacles, and from a distance, they looked like countless tiny insects crawling on the shattered aura.

It was a "disfigurement" of the human body.

After the headband was removed from the sheath, the shattered halo of black diamonds began to emit a scarlet glow.

A scarlet blackened glow that flowed through the cracks of the black diamond. And the position where the sheath stands happens to be backlit...... From Russell's point of view, if you don't look closely, you will think that the location of his eyes is only pitch black, and there is a scarlet light like lightning.

It was reminiscent of the posture when the blood vessels burst out when the "white eyes were opened" - scarlet lines like circuit boards, starting from the shattered aura and spreading in all directions. The closer you are, the denser it is, and the farther away it is, the more sparse it is.

It even spreads upwards to the roots of the hair and downwards to the cheekbones. The two longest blood-colored lines, which spread all the way to the jaw, looked like two blood-red tear stains.

The long sheathed hair obscured more of the ambient light, which made his cheeks almost dark, and he couldn't see his expression or facial features.

Only these blood-colored lines were etched into the face...... Combined with the black feather behind him, it is closer to the image of a "fallen angel" than an "angel".

Russell didn't have to think about it to know that this angel's signature light path that curved like a circuit board must be crawling like this "inside".

The outside is etched into the skin, so where is the inside etched?

The inside of the skull – or even the surface of the brain.

After standing up, the height of nearly 1.9 meters makes the sheath look so oppressive.

He just stood still, his black wings raised...... Russell couldn't help but hold his breath.

“…… You'll regret it, too. ”

After a short period of suffocation and silence, Russell came back to his senses and responded coldly: "I don't want to come back to see if I can endure such a painful transformation operation." I thought you had become a bloodless and tearless machine.

Or how do you prove that you are a human being? I don't think I can prove it, because I don't see you as a person. ”

"Of course I will regret it."

The sheath made a low and hoarse voice: "Everyone will regret it, only a born hero will not regret it...... That's what Alice likes to say. ”

It's a sound that evokes the feeling of fine sandpaper, reminiscent of a dark night with a cold wind, strong tea and absinthe with fine salt.

"And what are you regretting?"

Russell narrowed his eyes and unceremoniously asked the man who was so strange to him: "Regret joining the Tower of Babel?" Regret bringing your mom to the Tower of Babel? Regretting that task?

"I advise you to swallow the words back, chew them up and think about them before you say them...... Don't make me look down on you. ”

The sheath looked at Russell in silence and "looked" at him in a daze. Or just look at him and make your face rush at him.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

“…… Both, maybe neither. ”

The man said in a low voice, "Because all this is meaningless."

"Do you know where I've been all these years?"

"You just say yours, don't put this outside interaction aside. Just say what you want to say and say it in one sitting...... I'll give you a chance to explain. But listen, it's not because I still have illusions, pity and identification with you, but because I'm polite and more rational.

"You're a bastard, but I'm not going to be like you."

Russell responded coldly without hesitation: "But...... I'm just listening here. Don't think I'm going to give you a compliment, I don't have that kind of interest and mood. ”

The sheath is somewhat complicated to "watch" Russell - that may be looking.

But Russell could not feel the gaze of the sheathed gaze. He wasn't even sure if the sheath still had vision.

"Story...... Where do you start......

"'I'm just a little person.'" That's what I thought a long time ago. ”

The sheath was silent for a while, but still whispered softly: "My life and death do not matter, and no one cares about my survival. When I die, the world will forget me as if I had never been.

"I am so small that until I die I am but a grain of sand in the times. And because of this...... If I can use my strength, I can set off a small wave in this era and engrave my name in history...... I think that should be my honor.

"So, I joined the Tower of Babel.

"Not for the sake of saving the world, nor for the sake of some profit; It's not about walking with like-minded people, or huddling with people in the same situation.

"In the beginning, it was just a dedication that every man has.

"Because I want to be an amazing person. And I think that with my own ability and background alone, I have no hope of standing on a high level and becoming a big person in my life. I can only rely on the organization and rely on others. As for what organization you join, it doesn't matter; I don't care what the purpose of the organization is. If it weren't the Tower of Babel who was the first to recruit me, but some other organization, maybe I'd join as well.

"—in other words."

The man reached out and touched his heart.

He said calmly: "At first, I had nothing in my heart. All I need is an 'organization' that can accept me, and I am not looking for like-minded 'comrades', but only a group that has no ill will towards me.

"I sucked the nutrients from the greedy of the organization, and I got psionic powers, swordsmanship, and social connections. It can be said that it was the organization that nurtured me...... I am grateful for the organization. It's more important and warmer for me than home. Of course, I want to bring people I know, I like, and I trust into my favorite organization.

"So, I brought Alice in.

"But it's different from me.

"She's better suited here than I am.

"Alice's heart is like a pure, invisible flame. It brings us warmth, and those who walk in the backlight will be more greedy for sunlight.

"Despite joining the organization after me, Alice became a much more important person than me. Everyone will pay attention to her and protect her. But that's good, because I really don't want to lose anything.

"Ultimately, what will change all this?"

The sheath looked at Russell.

He whispered, "It's you." ”

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