"No matter who is on either side, the first thing you have to pay attention to is the people around you."

"Think about it—you have to be nice to the people around you before you can think about such a big topic," she reminded.

She was sent by the deer's head not entirely because she had lived on earth. The more reason is that she is indeed the psychiatrist of the Babel family.

The deer head judged that after Russell came into contact with the truth on earth, his mind must have fluctuated violently.

In order to prevent him from drilling like a sheath, she specially sent the best psychiatrist to accompany her this time - anyway, Russell is also Wendy's child. It is only reasonable for Lu Shou to be so worried.

And in terms of Russell's current status and ability, if he were sick, the damage he would have caused would be much higher than Wendy's.

"Indeed, you're right."

Russell calmed down a little: "If I have to say, I'm actually most sorry for the delphinium. She's obviously pregnant, but when she needs company the most, I sent her a very troublesome mission."

"No, you're wrong."

Flower Touch replied calmly, "It's better than having her watch. You haven't copied or invaded the delphinium's mind, so you think you don't understand her, think you're sorry for her, but you've actually come to understand her.

"She's a strong and confident woman. She doesn't need your protection, she wants to protect you. She will only be happy if you have entrusted her with a heavy responsibility. It's better than having her watch—she's not a vase.

「…… But having said that, you still have to apologize to her afterwards. Because she doesn't need your protection, but she will want your company."

"You're right."

Russell nodded.

His mind was a little quieter, and he no longer hesitated about the cranky things.

Russell tried to slowly sink his mind, submerging his mind in the subconscious sea of these "wild men", looking for more information.

It was then that Russell became aware of how the war had changed for them, the "outcasts".

- The sea of the subconscious of these people on the ground has been cut off from even those "Sky Island People". The sea of their collective subconscious is so dry... It's like a yellow, muddy pond. Just by waving the surface of the water, it is possible to cause deep sediment to rise.

...... And indeed.

They no longer speak the same language, nor do they learn the same script. Cultures and histories are very different, and lifestyles are vastly different. And most importantly – neither side sees the other as its own "kind".

It was only a race that was linguistically similar, not reproductively segregated, and biologically close.

Is it really possible for such drastic changes to take place in just a hundred years?

And the opposite.

It's the psionic qualifications that they have become extreme, they have become pure.

Away from the disturbances, their hearts were forced to become pure, and almost every one of them possessed psionic energy of varying intensity.

And their psionic abilities are almost all "light yellow".

It was the color of polluted water, like a translucent liquid that had come out of broken skin. However, it can also be called "the closest color to pure white".

There are no desires that belong to "individuals", and there are no demons that reside in them.

It is simply the primal desire to "live" – the miracle itself induced by civilization's desire to perpetuate itself.

In Russell's ears, he gradually heard the voices of old men chanting and narrating.

"The sky is full of strange light, like the power of the Holy Spirit."

There are men and women.

Some have clearer voices, while others appear dry and hoarse.

"Only a thousand suns can compete with it."

But what they have in common is that they are not young.

Russell's eyes were filled with visions one after another.

A huge spherical glow of dark red blooms in the sky.

A monstrous color of brilliance rose from the ground and surged upward.

A distorted storm of transparency rose from the ground, and pure white light bloomed across the earth. The sheer power of the turmoil, like a flash flood, is constantly connected.

And after this brilliance faded, there were countless corpses and ruins.

- It is the afterimage of war engraved in the depths of the sea of the subconscious of the group.

There is no justice to speak of, an abyss full of blood and hatred.

This is also the future that Russell tried to avoid.

People don't know what their fanaticism will bring, and humans are always passionate and short-sighted. But no one can afford the consequences after the war.

Countless gorgeous and gorgeous, poignant and magnificent images were embedded in Russell's heart like a knife and an axe.

He hadn't experienced a single war, but at the moment he had experienced the full experience of those who had survived it.

「... Russell, Russell."

Flower Touch's voice came from her ears, a little worried.

Russell suddenly woke up from his hallucinations... Only then did he suddenly realize that the seat belt on his chest seemed to be getting a little tighter.

It was then that he realized that he had become unable to maintain the image of "Alice" at some point, and had instead changed back to his true self.

"When did I come back?"

Russell asked, a little stunned.

His psionic powers had long been able to transform infinitely, and as the "vessel of the gods" as a demon completely merged with him, Russell's control of psionic energy became instinctive. But now it has changed unconsciously.

It's so incredible.

It's like crying for a long time, but you don't realize you're crying at all. "It's been a while. From the moment you suddenly stopped talking, I saw your body melt and twist. Like a melted candle, but twisted like a living sea serpent. There are also some tiny tentacles, and there are a lot of fine fluff at the tips, which are quite cute."

Katan shrugged her shoulders and pointed up to the front, "I know what you're thinking, but this one is more noteworthy than that thing." Hearing this, Russell looked at it along the fingers of the flowers.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

"it!"

An interjection full of astonishment and disbelief blurted out.

Even Russell, who has been through the wind and waves now, felt so shocked when he saw this scene-

The gorgeous hull of the ship in pure black, with blue energy lights. Like a mountain range, like a huge floating island, or like an armed fortress. It's not as big as the Floating Island, but it's definitely a behemoth.

It was shaped like a sail, a roughly triangular hull, and to use Russell's analogy, it resembled the Yvern-class mothership of the United States of Gaddari.

There's not the slightest trace of "biology", it's completely cold machinery.

Russell has no doubt that this thing will definitely be a big killer even if it is put into space.

「… Is this, dragon?"

Russell didn't know how long he had been hallucinating, but it certainly wasn't a short time now.

When Russell looked up and saw the "dragon", he was completely unable to see it in its entirety, at least from the perspective of the aircraft.

"Hello."

A voice suddenly connected to Russell's communication channel.

It was the voice of a mature and steady middle-aged male who was speaking to Russell in "Elven language": "You can call me Zhu Rong."