Overturned Tower

After Quanshu blocked the slash, he couldn't help but take a half step back, clenched the short gray spear with both hands and tightened upwards, trying to lock the light blade.

And Russell's explosive speed is more than faster than him.

Russell withdrew his weapon before being locked by the short spear, and a backhand sword was a whip-like horizontal stroke.

Quanshu let go of his hand the moment he failed to lock the weapon, and the two gray transparent short spears disappeared like hallucinations.

A small transparent gray buckler appeared on his left arm, blocking Russell's blows again.

And Russell jumped up lightly, taking advantage of the situation to spin from top to bottom and slashed out with a sword again——

Even if he was familiar with turning the one-handed small round shield into a two-handed big shield, he would still be split open by that light blade sword!

Even though Quanshu tried his best to raise his neck back, the light blade still shattered the gray toad mirror Quanshu was wearing, and the remaining power burned Quanshu's left eye.

Scorch marks visible to the naked eye appeared on the side of his cheek that was not protected by the toad mirror.

Even so, Quanshu didn't let out a scream.

He just grunted—at the same time as he was hurt, the other eye suddenly burst into a gray light.

The slender gray light was completely undetectable until it passed through the toad mirror of the same color, and Russell was still confirming his full-fledged injuries, and he hadn't landed from the air yet, so he couldn't adjust his body.

He didn't have any room to dodge, so he was hit by the light immediately.

Gray flames ignited all over Russell's body, and the severe pain of his skin being directly burned by the flames surfaced in his heart.

Even though the veins on his forehead popped and the hair on his ears and tail exploded, Russell's body remained controllable.

Russell endured the pain and slowly raised the saint's beheading—the blade of light blocked the gray light and burst out a scorching fire.

——Since Quanshu was able to use the short spear shaped by his spell to block the attack of the saint's beheading...then there is no reason that the saint's beheading can't stop his spell.

Then, Russell shook his right hand.

The gray flames all over his body suddenly dissipated like an illusion.

Quan Shu's head suddenly shook backwards, and the spell transmitted through the medium of sight was suddenly interrupted.It was as if some force directly shook his head from the air.

But the sharp pain that only lasted for more than a second also made Russell feel like his brain was exploding.

He panted fiercely on the spot, breathing out white hot air visible to the naked eye, and the blood vessels and veins near his temples burst out.

And Quan Shu also covered his injured left eye, and took two steps back cautiously.The gray toad mirror quickly returned to its original form in his hands.

As he retreated, he pressed his right hand in front of him three times, and three illusory gray walls that looked like glass appeared in front of him.

Seeing the crimson flames in Russell's eyes gradually fade away, and the light in the depths of his eyes turned into a blue-blue halo that gave people a sense of tranquility, Quan Shu couldn't help but laugh when he put his hands down.

"Scared me, I thought it was a bad guy..."

The short and skinny ratman mage obviously looked down on Russell: "So it's our 'big hero' Ultramarine.

"Why don't you try it out, did you have a heart attack first, or did my strength run out first?"

Quanshu is obviously very confident in the three walls in front of him.

He recognized that Russell's current burst of power was based on Delphinium's "stimulant" enhanced state... Subconscious timidity made him choose the way of defensive counterattack.

And Russell also needed time to adjust his state, so he didn't attack immediately.

He didn't want to say a word to Quanshu.

The memories and emotions from the delphinium chip guide his mind all the time, making him calm...or more precisely, depression, pain, and sadness.

It's like witnessing the death of a blood relative with your own eyes.

After delphinium told his story, Russell immediately realized what it was.

——This is the memory and emotion of the night when Delphinium awakened her psionic power.

Cool-toned psionics symbolize emotions that tend to be cool-toned.

And what reverberated in Russell's heart...was the pain of someone really dying in front of his eyes and by his own hands.

It feels like the heart is about to burst.

Under the blessing of this emotion, any original emotion will be magnified.

He had only been exposed to that light for a second... and it was already painful to this extent.

What kind of pain did the bird of paradise endure?

All of this obviously has nothing to do with her, she is just an angel...but she destroyed the chips for the safety of the people in the lower city, and put on her angel halo to save the strangers she had never seen three days ago.

Now, she was attacked and tortured to the brink of death for her kind deeds?

"Unforgivable..."

Russell murmured softly.

Just thinking of this, uncontrollable rage rose again in the depths of Russell's sea of ​​mind.

Like a gas stove—a flame with a blue bottom and a crimson tip ignited from the bottom of Russell's pupils again.

And at a speed visible to the naked eye, those cyan-blue gleams turned into fuel and gradually became weaker, while the crimson flames of anger became more intense.

Russell let out another breath of white air slowly.

He pulled the chip belonging to Delphinium out of the prosthesis in his left arm.He casually threw the cyan chip with a red light on the ground, and the flames at the bottom of Russell's pupils finally turned completely crimson, completely dyeing his original emerald green pupils into blood red.

At this moment, he looked as terrifying as a demon god climbing up from the depths of purgatory.

At this time, Russell inserted a new chip again.

An ice-blue chip that is similar in color to the inferior's pupils.

Quanshu realized that something was wrong.

He raised his right hand, and a gray transparent pistol appeared in his hand, aiming it at Russell's head.

"This is the bullet that poured all my 'jealousy' and 'hate' into it."

Quan Shu smiled lowly: "Once it hits, the gray flame that can never be extinguished will drag anyone to hell."

On the three walls in front of him, gradually shrinking sights appeared one after the other.

Difficult to quench like the fire of jealousy.

Like the fire of resentment, it lasts forever.

"As long as there is even the slightest bit of 'jealousy' and 'hate' in my heart, even if skin and flesh, blood and bones are burned to ashes, it will not stop—"

Quanshu was halfway through speaking, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Chapter 50 The Delphinium: A Punch for You

The gray projectile penetrated three walls, doubling its speed for each wall it penetrated.

however--

Ding!

Russell just flicked a sword flower casually, and easily intercepted the bullet.

The gray flame burst out the moment the bullet was cut, but was cut off by the crimson blade.

It even squeaked like a hacked rat.

The cat-eared boy looked at the mouse hiding behind the wall with a sneer, and raised the light blade in his hand high.

The crimson flame ignited from the light blade again.

"The pain of the inferior... I can feel it a little bit."

He frowned and murmured softly.

That expression was almost the same as that of the murderer.

Quanshu unbelievably fired a second projectile again.

Russell cut it down again.

It's different from last time.

The sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed straight ahead.

Borrowed from the chip of the inferior, the spiritual power with six levels of strength shattered the three gray walls of unknown meaning and turned them into nothingness.

With Russell not holding back his hand, blood burst out from the full-fledged seven orifices, and the gray sunglasses suddenly shattered, stabbing his face and scratching mottled injuries.His whole body shook suddenly, but he didn't fall down yet.

He just knelt down on the ground and watched Russell bitterly, not begging for mercy but not admitting defeat.

And Russell didn't want to hold back at all.

It doesn't matter even if he can't be captured alive - he was fighting, and his anger was already welling up.

Borrowing strength from the path of anger is like starting a fire with yourself as fuel.The anger that Russell is holding at this moment has already exceeded the initial level... The more manic anger engulfed his will.

Luo Su swung his sword and wanted to behead Quanshu.

But at that moment...

Through the shattered sunglasses, Russell saw the eyes of Quanshu's scheme.

... fraudulent?

He was startled suddenly in his heart, and suddenly became a little sober, relying on his powerful body control ability to stop the blade.

However it was too late.

As the blade gradually approached the fully cooked neck, Russell felt that the time around him seemed to gradually slow down and fade away.

Finally, at the moment when Russell's extremely slow blade touched the stagnant gray space, on the neck of Quanshu.

Quanshu's whole body turned into a gray flame, shattering like an illusion.

Time suddenly returned to its original speed, but Russell was no longer where he was before.

He falls into a world of translucent grays.

...that was an ancient complex of buildings that Russell had never seen before.

Of course, it is ancient... probably around the style of the Victorian era.

All the pedestrians on the street turned into transparent gray crystals and froze in place.There are also newsboys riding bicycles, women traveling together in ladylike dresses, gentlemen wearing top hats and holding civilized sticks, classic cars with open tops, and fat businessmen sitting in the driver's seat.

There is no sound and no light in this world.All have no shadow.

At this moment, a hoarse and old voice full of resentment sounded:

"It's you... you want to hurt my beloved apprentice..."

Russell suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he jumped out vertically—the position where he was originally was hammered into pieces.

The gray translucent ground was cracked like a spider web, and those pedestrians were hammered into pieces.

It was just a fist.

A huge fist that was clenched weakly with only remaining hand bones... a huge fist that was two circles bigger than that classic car!

Russell looked up with almost horrified eyes.

It was a huge skeleton wearing a corrupt purple-gray robe and its whole body turned into gray crystal.Gray flames burned in its hollow pupils.

Only its upper body is above the horizon...Russell is like a pawn on a board game board, while he sits outside the board.With just one punch to vent his anger, many chess pieces were smashed into pieces.

The hoarse old voice was full of malice: "Alright.

"A better body...a fresher body...a cat is at least more pleasing to the eye than an ugly mouse...

"Then you will replace him..."

Saying so, the Skeleton Demon God stretched out his hand and grabbed Russell Xuxu.

Russell retreated without hesitation, raised his hand and smashed a passerby crystal statue.

The voice was amplified countless times by the inferior man's spiritual energy, turning into sound waves visible to the naked eye, and flying towards the fist.

After all, he is not the inferior himself, and he cannot manipulate the sound waves to form a shield as skillfully as the inferior.But at least it is possible to constrain the sound waves into beams.

——Unexpectedly by Russell, his attack actually took effect.

The sound waves easily shattered the left hand that the Skeleton Demon God extended to Russell, piercing from the palm to the elbow, and the entire forearm was shattered into pieces.The wreckage fell on the "chessboard", smashing all the cars and people on the buildings and streets.

Russell quickly realized that this attack was meaningless... because there was not even a process of growth, and the forearm crushed by Russell resurfaced.