Overturned Tower

Three hundred and eighty thousand.

or more.

The destruction of a small town and the disintegration of more than 100,000 families.

Even a natural disaster is nothing more than this.

To kill this number of people of the same race... even Russell was not sure whether he could do it.

And the most pessimistic thing is-even if he kills all the clones of the monkey-faced eagle, he can still create more.

Russell cannot hunt down and delete his true form in the online world. What the monkey-faced eagle is best at is self-replication.

I'm afraid that every time the number of monkey-faced eagles is "returned to zero", it won't take long for it to come back again.

But even so, only Russell can do this.

——Because only Russell can recognize the "monkey-faced eagle".

Russell stared at the only floor-to-ceiling mirror in the sea of ​​fire, and his body suddenly melted.

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

Wearing an old but not dirty brown jacket, his black hair is messy and greasy, and he has huge moose antlers on his head. He is over 1.9 meters tall and the weight of the antlers makes his back slightly stooped.

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

If your body gets wet from the rain, when you appear outside someone else's window on a rainy night, you will be so frightened that you scream - like a horror movie actor.

[...You have never seen me, but can you read my physical features and temperament? 】

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

"easy."

"Russell" opened his mouth again, his green pupils looking out the window indifferently.

In a hoarse voice, he said softly: "Surprise? Do you miss me? This is a gift for you.

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

【What a monster】

The monkey-faced eagle commented so coldly.

He also felt something bad coming from Russell's changes.

[Is it difficult to survive? Do you really want to kill him directly? 】

Russell didn't answer, just laughed.

It's only now that I'm starting to worry... Is it a little late?

It was like two people riding motorcycles colliding on a rainy night, watching to see who was a step late and chose to admit defeat.

Seeing that Russell was still close at hand but still accelerating - the monkey-faced eagle inevitably felt fear.

It's not that the plan was ruined.

It is the fear that Russell exceeds his own knowledge.

...Shouldn't he feel pain and entanglement, driven crazy by the conflict between mission and morality, the disobedience of the purpose of protection and cruel means?

But why——

"Then kill him."

Russell pushed open the door and whispered: "First kill the one you possess, and then kill the one who comes to stop me..."

Just then, it started to rain slowly.

The beheading of the saint, whose flames had been extinguished, flew past like a red lightning in the rain.

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

Fear suddenly exploded.

The crowd collapsed amid screams - some of the trapped crowd woke up and realized that they were in a place they shouldn't be. But more people still turned a blind eye and moved forward with a calm expression.

Then, the red light passed by again.

Still cutting off the head with precision.

It didn't cause too much pain, and you might not even notice that you were dead.

The heads that had been chopped off still had strangely relaxed smiles on their faces.

But after they flew away, they did not land.

But it was flying in the sky as if it was being carried by someone's silk thread.

"...I'm here to help, too."

Ringo finally made up his mind.

Against the dispersing crowd, she pushed her way forward and came to Russell, who looked completely different.

Looking at the unfamiliar "ultramarine", she shouted: "Let me come too! I have a share too!"

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

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

But Ringo grabbed Russell's cuffs.

It was only then that Russell realized that she had burst into tears at some point.

"What dusk...what annihilation, what hero, I don't understand it at all!

"I don't understand anything. Those things are too powerful and have nothing to do with me...

"It's like the elves are discussing which school to demolish or which factory to close... Such big-shot topics have nothing to do with ordinary people like me from the very beginning, but -

"——I can do it too!

"It's just killing people, just taking the blame... I can do it too, let me do it!"

Her tears mingled with the rain.

It was more like a roar than a word, more like a shout than a roar.

It seemed that otherwise, he would not have the courage to continue the conversation with "Russell".

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

Russell also looked at Ringo expressionlessly. If you always use Saint Beheading at full power, the price will be bleeding from the neck. He continued to use it, and his neck and chest were already soaked with his own blood.

Ringo grabbed Russell's cuffs, and the blood soaked in the cuffs and wet by the rain was slowly taken out between her fingers.

"I... am an outcast. Abandoned by the parents who gave me birth, and the island that raised me... I have no value, just a failure..."

How did I live in the past?

How will I live in the future?

"Those things that are so powerful...I can't understand them, but there is one thing I can do.

"Let me carry it all."

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

"You said it, you are 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: "Are you impulsive? Or do you sympathize with me? Or is it just a matter of passion?"

"because……"

Ringo was stunned by this rhetorical question.

she murmured.

The first thought came to my mind.

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

Watching Ultramarine fall into the abyss or something...she couldn't do it.

Ultramarine is a kind of dream, a group dream.

Even in the worst reality, they can chat happily with each other like children and happily dream about a future full of hope.

It’s not something that can be covered by “a sinner from the beginning.”

"——Because you are a flag."

Finally, Ringo sorted out his confused thoughts.

She was trembling—the roots of her teeth were numb from it, and the fingertips of her hands had lost all feeling.

Strong spiritual energy surged in her eyes, almost out of control.

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

"I don't want to live such an ordinary life again!

"I want to live a valuable life! Even if I die, I must die clearly - have hope!

"Yes...what I want is hope!"

At that moment, Russell was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the day he became a hero.

A very false hero. A phantom that can be shattered at the first glance.

At the end of that bubble and phantom... what is it?

He saw it.

The young boy who was frightened and frightened, trembling with stress.

Talk about it.

What I was thinking at the time...