Overturned Tower

After people drink the strong wine in the glass, their faces are calm, their brows are furrowed, or the corners of their mouths are raised to reveal an inexplicable smile.

Only on bad days - after he raised his head and drank the last sip of wine left in the jug, he threw the earthenware jug away.

The wine bottle hit the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"Since you said so, teacher, you must be ready."

Bad Day took a deep breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for any response from Sheath, he reached out and grabbed the knife in front of Delphinium.

After holding the silver table knife, Bad Ri just put it down lightly...

But for him, "letting go" also means "killing".

When the blade fell naturally, the space in front of the sheath suddenly cracked like a shattered mirror.

The sheath seemed to predict the future, the body fell backwards, and at the same time, the sharp blade at the waist was unsheathed in an instant!

He kept gliding horizontally while falling backward, and the black wings around his waist suddenly popped open, and black whirlwinds rolled up all over his body - but the ordinary blade actually blocked Bad Sun's ability to cut the space. Cut!

The blade in Bad Ri's hand suddenly turned blue and shiny.

Blue light burst out from his table knife, and a nearly half-meter-long light blade spurted out from the table knife.

The blade in the sheath hand was also covered with a layer of black whirlwind - under the cover of the dark whirlwind, a dark green light that was so deep that it almost turned black also covered the blade, making the ordinary iron sword It seemed to have turned into a blade made of jasper.

Bad Sun stood motionless, just waving the lightsaber in his hand.

The light blade in his hand had clearly cut into the dining table and plates, but it was like a phantom without causing any damage.

Sheath, on the other hand, very skillfully raised the sword in front of him and blocked it with his side, and the sword blade in his hand danced into a whirlwind. In front of him and around him, eight rays of fire burst out in the void almost simultaneously. Obviously Bad Sun only swung his sword once, but Void attacked the scabbard eight times at the same time.

The sheath was like a machine, making flawless countermeasures, erasing all attacks with the minimum cost and movement.

As those azure rays of light dissipated, those faint blue sparks burst out like withered petals.

After Russell's red shift increased to this level, he finally understood the blow at such a close range this time.

The "swordsmanship" that Bad Sun used in front of him a long time ago; the "Sword Skill" that Sheath used when he returned from Happy Island and killed people on the street... Why is it that Bad Sun, who is also a student of Sheath, has this kind of sword skills, but Ellie? Silk didn't learn?

It's not because of the bias of the sheath, but because the essence of the so-called "swordsmanship" passed down from generation to generation is a power that can "sharpen" spiritual energy and turn it into reality.

Through the strong will to restrain Red Shift, he turns the iron in his hand and even his own fingers into temporary psychic weapons, releasing the psychic energy in an indestructible manner——

--Yes.

This is the power of "sage beheading".

A psychic weapon that uses psychic energy as fuel and blood as the key, and can increase toughness, length and sharpness based on "determination". It was the first version of the psychic weapon that Alice obtained from Amirus.

Later, Russell also learned from Amilus that... psionic weapons are permanent weapons made from living psykers, and their essence is "psykers who survive in the form of equipment"; and psionic chips It is a one-time psychic power obtained by synchronizing the memory and emotions of the psyker...

It's "disposable" simply because the company doesn't want users to go insane. If all the memories and emotions of a certain moment are completely introduced, the personality will be contaminated by it, and the originally usable psychic energy will not be able to be used as a result.

But if we say...if someone can synchronize part of the memory and emotion of the original holder of the "psionic weapon" from the psychic weapon, and forget it when it is not needed...can he permanently obtain a certain intensity of "power" What about "Second Psychic Power"?

——Just like Russell has the psychic ability to copy the psychic abilities of others.

No wonder the Saint's Beheading would remain in Bad Sun's hands... until he completely mastered this ability, he gave it to Russell.

Because this is by no means some kind of "craft".

Instead, it relies on "techniques" that can only be mastered by "sage beheading".

After striking out with the sword, Bad Ri slowly lowered the blade.

It was as if after his attack was flawlessly blocked by the sheath, he suddenly lost the desire to kill him.

Bad Ri said sarcastically: "I haven't seen you for more than twenty years, teacher. I thought your swordsmanship would deteriorate."

"Yes, it has indeed regressed..."

Sheath's eyes were still covered with black cloth, so he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He just said lightly: "Otherwise, you should be dead."

"It's very difficult."

Bad Day scoffed.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

As a ray of blue light bloomed in the air, a belated black sword energy appeared out of thin air and was cut into pieces by him.

"——Because as long as I don't want it, it will never touch me."

"Just like your past?"

Sheath responded calmly.

After he finished speaking, Bad Ri's expression turned gloomy.

"This is all thanks to you, teacher."

"That's not what your psychic powers say."

The man with black wings behind him and messy, dry black hair still had no expression on his face: "If you really hate me... why did you have to come into the house?"

Russell remembered that the psychic power possessed by the Bad Sun was called "Dead Sun".

The more unfamiliar and alienating a presence is to Bad Day, the farther away it can be contacted. It is a powerful spiritual energy that redefines physical distance with spiritual distance.

Unlike Russell's fancy psychic powers...the psychic powers that Bad Sun masters are simple yet powerful.

Able to attack enemies from very far away... And after crossing the Leviathan Wall, it was obvious that the "Dead Sun" had also undergone a qualitative change. Not only is the "human" with a mind locked, but the forces that attack him also begin to be affected by his spiritual energy. As long as he doesn't want to accept it or admit it, attacks from others will never reach him.

An attack that cannot "reach" the target is meaningless no matter how powerful it is.

——Russell knew that what Sheath said was completely correct.

Bad Sun's ability to kill people at super long distances has helped Russell many times in the past. Whether it was Camarse, Sailon, or Tiansong, he had a hand in it. If Bad Day wanted to, he could attack the sheath from a long distance now.

If you can't even see it, even the sheath can't always block Bad Sun's attacks.

However, Bad Sun approached until he was only a table away from the sheath before he attacked the sheath. At this distance, Sheath can accurately judge the timing of Bad Sun's attack and respond with reflexes and experience. Judging from his calm reaction, it was obvious that the bad sun couldn't hurt the sheath at this distance.

So why doesn't Bad Sun attack from a greater distance?

There is only one answer. That's what he can't do.

"The fact is... you still love me, Nanliu Jing. Our enemy is the monkey-faced eagle, and you must know this. But you still attack me... you are trying to use this radical method, Come cut me off. You try to tell yourself that you still hate me."

Sheath said calmly: "But you can deceive yourself, but you can't deceive the sun. The distance between you and me is only 'a table apart'.

"I'm a little curious now...why not more, less, exactly 'one table'? This distance...

"Oh, I understand. It's because when I was at Nan's dining table, I was separated from you by this distance."

The man did not attack, nor did he leave the table, nor even look at Bad Sun. He still held the wine glass in his left hand. When he lowered his head, he didn't know whether he was looking at the glowing sword blade in his hand or the wine glass with not a drop of wine left.

Sheath talked to herself, chattering like an old man: "You should be thirty-eight years old this year... Oh no, you should be thirty-nine years old. I remember your birthday is March 1st, and your birthday should be already It’s passed. Almost thirty years have passed, and you’re still the same teenage boy you used to be…”

"--teacher."

Bad Day interrupted Sheath.

He also didn't look at the sheath. What he looked down at was the half-eaten sumptuous meal on the table, which was intact in the fierce battle. Because between the two of them, no matter whether it was attack or defense, the power did not escape to the surroundings.

"'My life and death don't matter, no one cares about my survival. I am so insignificant, and even my death will be just a grain of sand in the era...'

"'——Therefore, if with my power, I can set off a small wave in this era and carve my name in history. That would be my honor.'"

Bad Ri raised his head and said word by word: "Teacher, this is what you said."

"Ah, yes."

Sheath responded calmly: "I have said it to many people. I have said it many times."

"Does it still count now? Do you still think so now?"

"I am still walking on this path to this day," Sheath replied without any hesitation, "I have dedicated everything to it."

"Ha. It doesn't matter, no one cares..."

Bad Day briefly sneered: "Among the things you presented... include Alice? And me? Or also the deer head statue? The Tower of Babel? And Russell? Among the things you presented, there are What is truly yours?"

"Pain. Happiness. Destiny. Memory. Ideal. Will."

The voice of the sheath is low and hoarse, reminiscent of silver-gray iron wings or an ice pick hanging from the window sill in winter: "Including my own life and existence. If you want anything, you can take it."

Russell suddenly asked: "What exactly do you want to do?"

He originally wanted to prevent Bad Sun from attacking Sheath at this time - after all, Sheath was their main force in killing the monkey-faced eagle.

Among them, only Sheath possesses the "anti-electron" Holy Order power. Faced with a monkey-faced eagle that can copy, split, hide, and download itself at any time, as a virus program with intelligence beyond human beings, only the sheath can completely kill the opponent.

Objectively speaking... at least they have to wait until the monkey-faced eagle is killed before they can take action on the sheath.

But now, even Russell began to feel the murderous intention in his heart.

Sheath is always like this, with the ability to easily anger people. Every word he says is extremely sincere and serious, but his words combined with his actions will make people angry.

"I've already told you about this, Russell."

Sheath raised his head and looked at Russell: "I'm very disappointed. You didn't remember my words.

“Everything I did was to avoid becoming a vain person, a boring and boring person.

"Human beings cannot get rid of their own animal nature. If they are not satisfied and there is a hole deep in their hearts, then no matter how powerful, strong or smart they are, they will eventually become a devil like Peter Pan. Because they are not Know exactly what they are going to do. The 'happiness' they feel is a hormone trick, and the happiness they feel is also an illusion.

"Human beings' personality, emotions, intelligence, and logical thinking also come from the deception of the brain. It is the genes engraved in their blood that give them these perceptions through extremely complex calculations.

"Just for a command from the brain, a secret command that can also be issued by 'brainwashing' means such as drugs, surgery, micro-shocks with chips, etc., to do something resolutely and risk life and death. That is what human beings are called Evidence of parasite manipulation of the 'brain'.

"If human beings want to transcend nothingness and boredom forever, they must transcend their own will and all the instructions given by the 'brain' to genetic intuition. Only in this way can humans transcend their own animality."

"——You've gone crazy, Sheath. Are you completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming guilt and despair? Or are you drunk after just two glasses of wine?"

Bad Ri said coldly: "What on earth are you talking nonsense about? Listen to yourself. Are these words you say still human?"

"Maybe I'm crazy, but maybe I'm sane. If everyone drinks the water of the madman, the only person who doesn't drink it is the madman..."

There was still no expression on Sheath's face: "As for drunkenness, it is just a manifestation of brain confusion. But when people are not drunk, are human decisions correct? Since they are not necessarily correct in the first place, is it possible to make decisions after being confused? What’s the possibility of something going right?”

As he spoke, his originally red cheeks turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No impulse, no obsession, no excitement, no hatred, no nostalgia. Like an empty shell, like a faceless robot model wearing a coat and posing in a shopping mall, the sense of disobedience can even make people feel scared.

"I'm very disappointed, Russell. I've obviously shown you everything, and you should be able to understand what choice I made."

Sheath's tone still did not fluctuate at all: "I come to see you with expectation and hope. I don't want to reveal all the surprises by myself."

By this time, Russell finally realized something——

That was what Sheath said to herself before the deer head statue...

[I found a crazy mage. With his help and his rough transformation, I was able to avoid the need to connect to the ‘Sacred Code’ server... because he transformed my brain into a cyborg, making my brain itself a local server...]

"...There is no need to say anything more to him."

Russell suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked Bad Ri.

Bad Day didn't question or object, he just looked back at Russell quietly.

"Because [Sheath] is dead."

Russell replied in a low voice: "He is just an empty shell now."

To those who want to kill me——

But you will never succeed.

because……

Bad Ri raised his hand again and cut the distance with the table knife - the black cloth was cut and fell to the ground.

This time, Sheath did not resist or block.

It was as if he knew the attack wouldn't hurt him the moment he saw it.

There was still that dim yellow halo in Sheath's eye sockets that were covered by black cloth.

But there is no scarlet flesh or tiny blood vessels pulsing like tentacles. All his flesh and blood had been removed. His face became clean, and bionic skin covered metal and plastic.

The face is about 50-60% similar to Russell's, but there are no eyes at all, not even eye sockets. Under the black cloth is an "eye patch" that glows like a robot. But Russell knew that it was the aura of an angel.

Today, he... no longer needs blood vessels to provide nutrients to his semi-mechanized brain.

——This means that the sheath has passed the final step. He completely gave up his flesh and blood, uploaded his mind, and became a companion of Zhang Sheng and Lycaon.

Even more than that...

"Yes, I'm dead. I'm glad you remembered and I'm glad you realized, Russell."

"Sheath" still replied calmly, with a voice like a mechanical synthesis: "I am happy about this.

"Because 'I' should have died a long time ago. Because 'I' have wanted to die a long time ago. Because if 'I' died, it would be better for everyone.

"Because if that useless 'I' could die earlier, none of those tragedies would have happened. But I'm still happy for 'me'. Because 'I' finally made up my mind and gave everything I had The last thing we have is life. But that is not enough.

"The personality shaped in the past life, that is, the 'internal tendency and psychological characteristics of the individual's behavior in social adaptation to people, things, and oneself,' is also the reason for the vulnerability and incompetence of 'I' one.

"Therefore, I took the initiative to apply for promotion - when I was sublimated, my old personality was erased. The person I am now is the artificial intelligence that deeply studied my imaged memory, and it is not a 'simulation' perspective. Reconstructed pure new me.

"It seems that I have been deprived of everything. But in fact, I should have done this a long time ago. It was just because of the cowardice and avoidance in my heart that I chose to give in every moment when I should have stood up.

"The only regret is probably not being able to catch up with you to get married and have children. This makes me feel a little regretful as a 'father'. But that's not all he missed, so it doesn't matter. However, as proof of the new life—— I still hope that the first one to witness all this is you, 'my' son. Not the monkey-faced eagle. That's why I came here before the war started."

"...When did you complete the last step?"

Russell was silent for a long time before he asked.

"Started half a day ago and just finished. It's still warm."

Sheath said calmly: "After you said those words to the Pope. He attaches great importance to what you said - mind uploading, does not mean that the human spirit will not deteriorate because of it. Even if they are aggregated into gods, it does not mean that they will become gods from now on. There will be no more divisions.

"So he recalled me and asked me to 'upload' - after mankind completes the great integration, I will serve as the anti-virus software and immune system of the 'group will' to correct all errors. What I use now is just a download It’s just a body that has reached the present world.”

"...In other words," Russell said word by word, "until the end, your 'death' is still a decision made by others for you...right?"

"That's how it should be. Since you don't have the talent to lead others, you should obey orders."

Sheath replied calmly: "In the final analysis, the sheath shouldn't have chosen the blade from the very beginning. The sword should have chosen the sheath. I don't have any special talents, I just fit in with Ellie. Silk. After leaving Alice, I lost my meaning.

"People just see the gorgeous sheath, and they have some expectations for the beauty of the blade in the sheath. So they hand over their freedom, power and responsibility to the sheath. But in the end, it is just an empty sheath. In any case, You can't conjure a blade out of thin air. What you can't do, you just can't do.

"In this case, it is better to completely destroy my despicable and fragile mortal nature, along with the corroded personality and corrupted life - leaving only wisdom, will, talent, and strength as the ultimate 'shell'.

"——Do you understand, Vessel of God? If you have any questions, I can continue to answer them for you."

A dim yellow light shines in the halo of the sheath.

His voice remained calm without any fluctuation: "What is standing in front of you is the [second container] of the group god."

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