Overturned Tower

"No matter where the people are, the first thing you have to pay attention to is the people around you."

Hua Chu reminded: "Think carefully - you must first be kind to the people around you before you can consider such a grand topic."

She was sent out by the deer-headed statue not entirely because she had lived on earth. The more reason is that she is indeed the psychiatrist of the Tower of Babel.

The deer-headed statue judged that after Russell came into contact with the truth on the ground, his mind would definitely fluctuate violently.

In order to prevent him from getting into trouble like a sheath, she specially sent the best psychiatrist to accompany her this time - after all, Russell is also Wendy's child. It is perfectly reasonable for the deer-headed statue to be worried like this.

And considering Russell's current status and abilities, if he gets sick, the damage he would cause would be much higher than that of Wendy.

"...Indeed, you are right."

Russell calmed down a little: "If you want to say it, the person I am most sorry for is actually Delphinium. She is obviously pregnant, but when she needs companionship the most, I sent her a very troublesome mission."

"No, you're wrong."

Huachu replied calmly: "This is much better than letting her watch from the sidelines. You have never copied or invaded Delphinium's mind, so you think you don't understand her and you think you are sorry for her... But in fact you have Gradually I understood her.

"She is a strong and confident woman. She does not need your protection, she wants to protect you. She will only be happy when you entrust her with important tasks. This is better than letting her watch from the sidelines - She is not a vase.

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

"you're right."

Russell nodded.

His mind became a little calmer, and he no longer hesitated because of such random thoughts.

Russell tried to calm down slowly, immersing his mind in the subconscious sea of ​​these "savages", looking for more information.

Only then did Russell clearly realize how much the war had changed these "abandoned people".

——The collective subconscious sea of ​​these people on the ground is even cut off from those "sky islanders". The sea of ​​their group subconscious is so dry...like a pond that is yellow and covered with sand. Just the fluctuation of the water surface may cause the deep sediment to rise up.

...and indeed.

They no longer speak exactly the same language, nor do they learn the same words. The culture and history are completely different, and the lifestyles are completely different. And most importantly - neither side sees the other as their "kind" anymore.

Those are just races with similar languages, no reproductive isolation, and relatively close biological relationships.

… Is it really possible for such drastic changes to occur in just one hundred years?

And the opposite.

It is their spiritual qualifications that become extreme and pure.

Away from the distractions, their hearts were forced to become pure... Almost everyone possessed psychic powers of varying strengths.

And their psychic powers are almost all "light yellow" in color.

It was the color of polluted lake water, and it was like the translucent liquid that flows out after broken skin. But it can also be called "the color closest to pure white."

There are no "personal" desires, no demons inhabiting their bodies.

Just the primitive desire to "survive" is the miracle itself induced by civilization's hope of self-continuation.

In Russell's ears, he gradually heard the chanting and narration of one old man after another.

"The sky is filled with strange lights and splendor, just like the Holy Spirit showing off his power."

There are men and women.

There are clearer sounds, and there are also dry and hoarse sounds.

"Only a thousand suns can compete with it."

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

One illusion after another appeared in front of Russell's eyes.

A huge dark red spherical light bloomed in the sky.

A sky-like colorful light rises from the ground and surges upward.

A twisted transparent storm rises from the ground, and pure white light blooms on the earth.

The pure power that surges like a flash flood continues to connect.

After the glory faded, there were countless corpses and ruins.

——That is the afterimage of the war engraved deep in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

There is no justice, an abyss filled with blood and hatred.

This is also the future Russell is trying to avoid.

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

Countless gorgeous, splendid, poignant and magnificent pictures were embedded in Russell's heart like knives and axes.

He had not experienced even a war, but at this moment he felt personally the full experience of those who survived the war.

"...Russell, Russell."

Hua Chu's somewhat worried voice came from her ears.

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

Only then did he realize that he had become unable to maintain the image of "Alice" at some point, and had instead changed back to his true form.

"When did I change back?"

Russell was a little shocked and asked.

His psychic powers have long been able to transform infinitely. As the devil's "God's Vessel" is completely integrated with him, Russell's control of psychic powers has become instinctive. As a result, it has now changed back unconsciously.

This is so incredible.

It was like I had been crying for a long time but didn't even realize I was crying.

"Probably...for a short period of time. Ever since you suddenly stopped talking, I have seen your body gradually melt and become distorted. Like a melting candle, but twisted like a living sea snake. There are also some The tiny tentacles have a lot of fine hairs on the tips...well, they are quite cute."

Huazhu shrugged, raised his hand and pointed forward: "I probably know what you are thinking... But compared to that kind of thing, this is more noteworthy."

When Russell heard this, he followed Hua Chu's finger and looked over.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Fuck!"

An exclamation full of surprise and disbelief came out of his mouth.

Even Russell, who had been through strong winds and waves, felt so shocked when he saw this scene——

The pure black gorgeous ship body and the blue energy light. Like a mountain range, a huge floating island, or an armed barrier. Although it is not as huge as the floating island, it is definitely a behemoth.

Its shape looks like a sail... It is roughly a triangular hull. If Russell makes a metaphor, it looks like the Wyvern-class mothership of the United Caldari Republic.

There is no trace of "biology" at all, it is completely cold and mechanical.

Russell has no doubt that even if this thing is placed in space, it will definitely be a killer.

"...This is a giant dragon?"

Russell didn't know how long he had just been in the hallucination, but looking at it now, it was definitely not a short time.

When Russell raised his head and saw this "dragon"...at least from the perspective of the aircraft, he could no longer see its full picture clearly.

"Hello."

A voice suddenly connected to Russell's communication channel.

That was the voice of a mature and steady middle-aged male. He was speaking to Russell in "Elvish": "You can call me Zhu Rong."