Overturned Tower

The container closes and opens, opens and closes.

And only when you clearly know what is contained in it, and you can close the container yourself, can you call it your own container.

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

The reason why Russell's awakened spiritual energy is the "vessel of God" is precisely because he instinctively hopes that his inner core can be restrained and controlled.

The essence of dusk like a madman is not his heart.

——The combination of this superhuman essence and the fragile, insignificant and stupid mortal will that suppresses it is the complete Russell!

Although even Russell himself did not realize what it was that his instinct was bound to;

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

His instinct warned him and himself over and over again. Russell just felt as if he had forgotten something, and there was an inexplicable sense of dissonance, but he never thought about why.

Until Ringo reminded him of that sentence again.

"Because I...can't turn a blind eye to this."

Russell murmured quietly.

It was like he was vaguely aware of something.

The monkey-faced eagle also became serious.

He had to take action.

The confrontation between the two cannot be changed...

A one-man show is meaningless.

Russell seemed to have understood something, and was even able to control the power of dusk - he couldn't even put away that power himself.

The psychic energy awakened by the monkey-faced eagle is called "anima animus".

That was the first generation of psychic energy that had never been mastered by anyone before... hatched from the depths of his mind.

It can control people who have "longings" and love "fantasies" and turn reflected dreams into power.

If someone's dream is to light a fire, it is difficult for him to do it alone.

But if someone helps him, it will be much easier.

If the monkey-faced eagle controls the souls of ten people, it can easily realize the desire of the first person - igniting a fierce flame.

If he could control the souls of a thousand people, he could make this flame a hundred times more powerful.

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

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

Everyone's dreams are different, and he can adjust them accordingly. Turn people's dreams into your own power.

If the world were compared to a company, he would be the only boss.

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

He is nothing more than the phantom of a dead man.

The deeper Russell travels into the Dusk...the more desperate, angry, and crazy he becomes, the more his power increases.

At this moment, Russell seemed to be breaking free from this control... and from this fate.

He would never allow it.

If he cannot enter the spiral state, he will not be able to evolve further...

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

Make it impossible for him to retreat!

To force out his strength——

……no solution anymore.

This time, 60%... no, 80% of the stock will be used up first. Let him feel the urgency and fear...

The monkey-faced eagle sighed silently.

Countless threads hung down from the void, and the consciousness of the people parading in front of Russell was swallowed up in an instant and turned into rigid puppets.

Unlike Russell, the Monkey-Faced Eagle is a Twilight Species transformed from a human.

His humanity, intelligence, and will never allow him to control so many "real humans" at the same time.

But that doesn't matter.

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

As if they were dissatisfied that the "saint's beheading" was too slow, the heads of all the people infected by the monkey-faced eagle in the whole street suddenly flew off!

Blood roared down like a torrential rain, splashing on the ground and on the windows, making the entire street look like hell.

And those heads were flying freely, starting to join together in the air.

The heads with spines were interspersed with each other to form a hexagram-like pattern, and more heads were densely dotted on top.

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

As it rotates, threads invisible to the naked eye are spun out.

They were covered with a dim yellow light as a shell, and densely packed tentacles gradually formed and grew longer.

Rather than a dim sun, it looks more like a brilliant, near-Earth, near-twilight sun.

It's like a miracle.

Although the inside of this sun is a wheel with a human head that is swayed and coated with his own blood.

Its shell looks so sacred and inviolable.

As the wheel rotates, those dim yellow tentacles gradually begin to lengthen.

Like some kind of predatory plant, they slowly drooped down, ignoring the shelter of the building walls, and sank into the backs of the heads of the people kneeling in prayer.

The next moment, it easily took off the head. As easy as picking grapes from the vine.

There are still human heads flying in the sky one after another like shooting stars, merging into the rotating wheels.

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

It's like the illusion you see when you light a match...

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

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

And when he was about to fall asleep, a white, spine-like chain pierced out from the back of his neck and penetrated the chest of the "Vessel of God".

The container of God that was carried away seemed to have gained life, or been awakened...

He took back the hand behind his back and slowly placed it on his chest.

When the two distorted stars came into contact, they burst out with an extremely gorgeous dim yellow light.

That ray of light overshadowed all the brilliance of this street.

Let time seem to stand still here.

And when it dissipated, the container of God had separated the two "hands".

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

He brought his hands together again, and the masks were squashed.

The next moment, it was like shooting out the card.

Those blank masks spurted out from his palms!

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

Later, they changed into various postures - monsters, gods, men, and women.

The evil side, the sad side, the happy side...

These masks also flew aimlessly in the air.

Some of the masks fell down into the dark ground beneath Russell like birds returning to their nests, while those red and angriest masks spit out streaks of crimson furnace fire.

But all the heads above the dim yellow sun, which was burned by the furnace fire, exploded and burst into laughter at the same time.

"More, more!"

they clamored.

They look forward to it.

In order to squeeze out more anger from Russell - the wheel of human heads that had begun the process of destruction began to turn slowly again, brewing for the next attack.

What they want to attack this time is the Iron City itself below.

The fire of the furnace is hot and scorching.

They are close to destruction.

But it was too late.

An attack of this magnitude cannot completely destroy "them" before they prepare for the next attack.

Then, feel your own powerlessness——

This volume will be finished tomorrow—

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