MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 27 dragon

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"No matter which side is the person, the first thing you should pay attention to is the person around you."

Hua Touch 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 head of the deer, not entirely because of the reason "she used to live on the ground". The more reason is that she is indeed a psychiatrist for the Tower of Babel.

After the deer head figure judged that Russell had come into contact with the truth on the ground, his mind would definitely fluctuate violently.

In order to prevent him from being like a sheath, she specially sent the best psychiatrist to accompany him this time—after all, Russell is also Wendy's child. It is perfectly reasonable for the deer head to be so worried.

Moreover, considering Russell's current status and ability, if he fell ill, the damage he would cause would be much higher than Wendy's.

"Indeed, you are right."

Russell calmed down a bit: "If I want to say it, I'm actually most sorry for Delphinium. She is obviously pregnant, but I sent her a very troublesome task when she needed company most."

"No, you're wrong."

Hua Touch replied calmly: "It's better than letting her watch from the sidelines. You have never copied or invaded Delphinium's mind, so you thought you didn't understand her, thought you were sorry for her, but in fact you have gradually understood her.

"She is a strong and confident woman. She doesn't need your protection, she wants to protect you. She is only happy when you entrust her with a heavy responsibility. It's better than letting her watch from the sidelines—she Not a vase.

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

"you're right."

Russell nodded.

His mind became a little quieter, and he no longer hesitated because of that kind of wild thinking.

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

Only then did Russell clearly realize how the war had changed them, the "abandoned".

—The sea of ​​group subconsciousness of these people on the ground is cut off even from those "Sky Islanders". The sea of ​​their group subconscious is so dry... like a yellow, muddy pond. Just fluctuating the water surface may cause the deep sediment to surge up.

...and indeed.

They no longer speak exactly the same language, nor do they learn the same script. The culture and history are very different, and the way of life is very different. And most importantly - neither side sees the other as their "kind".

That's just races with similar languages, no reproductive isolation, and relatively close biological kinship.

In just a hundred years, is it really possible for such drastic changes to occur?

And the opposite.

It is their psionic aptitude that becomes extreme, that becomes pure.

Away from those disturbances, their hearts were forced to become pure, and almost each of them possessed different intensities of psionic energy.

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

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

There are no "personal" desires, no demons that reside within them.

Just the primal desire to "live"—the miracle itself induced by civilization's desire to perpetuate itself.

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

"The sky is full of strange lights, like the Holy Spirit showing its power."

There are men and women.

There are relatively clear voices, and there are also dry and hoarse voices.

"Only a thousand suns can compete with it."

But what they have in common is that none of them are young.

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

A huge dark red spherical light blooms in the sky.

The monstrous colorful brilliance rises from the ground and surges upwards.

A distorted transparent storm rises from the ground, and pure white light blooms on the ground. The pure power surging like a torrent is constantly connected together.

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

—that is the afterimage of the war engraved deep in the sea of ​​group subconscious.

There is no justice at all, an abyss full of blood and hatred.

This is also the future that Russell tries 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 and gorgeous, poignant and magnificent pictures were embedded in Russell's heart like a chisel.

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

"...Russell, Russell."

Huachu's worried voice came from beside her ear.

Russell suddenly woke up from the hallucination... At this moment, he suddenly realized that the seat belt on his chest seemed to be getting a little tight.

Only then did he realize that he had become unable to maintain the image of "Alice" at some point, but had changed back to his own body.

"When did I change back?"

Russell was a little startled, and asked.

His psychic power has long been able to transform infinitely. With the complete integration of the "God's Vessel" as a demon with him, Russell's control of psychic power has become instinctive. As a result, it has now changed back unknowingly.

This is so incredible.

It's like crying for a long time, but I didn't realize that I was crying at all. "It's been about a short time. Ever since you stopped talking, I've seen your body gradually melt and twist. It's like a melting candle, but twisted like a living sea snake. There are some tiny The tentacles have a lot of fine fluff at the tip, well, they are quite cute.”

Huazhi shrugged, raised his finger and pointed forward: "I probably know what you're thinking, but this is more noteworthy than that kind of thing." Russell heard that and looked along Huazhi's finger.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

"Fuck!"

An exclamation full of astonishment and disbelief blurted out.

Even Russell, who has gone through a lot of wind and waves, felt so shocked when he saw this scene——

The pure black gorgeous ship body, the blue energy light. Like a mountain range, like a huge floating island, or like an armed barrier. Although it is not as huge as the floating island, it can definitely be called a colossus~www.novelbuddy.com~ Its shape looks like a sail, and its roughly triangular hull, if Russell makes an analogy, is like It has the same shape as the Yvern-class mothership of the United States of Caldari.

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 the universe, it will definitely be a big killer.

"...This is, a dragon?"

Russell didn't know how long he had just fallen into the hallucination, but looking at it now, it must have been a long time.

When Russell raised his head and saw this "giant dragon", at least from the perspective of the aircraft, he was completely unable to see its whole picture clearly.

"Hello."

A voice was suddenly connected to Russell's communication channel.

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