MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 37 bloodthirsty beast

On the other side, in Xiao Liuli's room.

After Russell finished the battle, the dizziness in his head struck again, and even became more serious.

He's feeling like vomiting...but luckily he has a healing chip.

Russell took out the chip box given to him by the inferior, picked out the green chip from it, and inserted it into the slot of the prosthetic left arm.

A warm and firm fuzzy memory flooded into my mind. Along with the hope that emerged from the bottom of his heart, Russell's pupils became richer and deeper in color, turning into a dark green that would remind people of spring.

Green light danced around him.

Russell's injuries recovered quickly, and the wound on his head healed completely in less than half a minute.

Because it was too simple, it even made him feel a little unreal.

...If it wasn't for the fact that it was too late to insert the chip just now, this blue chip with the power of "protecting light bullets" might have made his victory easier.

But it doesn't seem to be practical to precisely switch the chip you want to use during the battle.

Russell pulled the used green chip out of the prosthetic hand and dropped it on the ground.

In fact, only half a minute passed.

The chip still has about half its time left. But when it came out of the slot, it still started to blink red light—that is, it was unusable.

This means it has been used once, and is destroyed.

It's like the kind of "blood bottle that can't be drunk separately, but must be drunk one bottle at a time" in RPG games.

"I always feel that if the blood is not enough, use it, which is a bit of a loss..."

Russell complained: "Fortunately, this one doesn't cost money."

"Speaking of which, how did they manage to draw cards accurately on a bad day?"

Russell tilted his head, a little puzzled.

Is it really only relying on the fate of the first one on the right hand?

Use whatever you get.

This is what is destined to draw...

Or just arrange them in order, and draw one by one when the time comes?

However, speaking of...

...We've killed five of them here, how can we say that good support hasn't arrived yet?

Russell was a little worried: "Don't let the inferior side be in danger?"

"—Russell?"

At this moment, the delphinium's voice sounded again.

But it was not as clear as before, but became blurred and intermittent, just like a broadcast that was disturbed by electromagnetic interference.

"...can you hear...Russell?"

"audible!"

"Great, I finally got in touch... Don't be afraid, other enemies... have begun to gather towards the inferior."

Delphinium's intermittent voice sounded: "There is still interference...don't go upstairs, go to the lobby...to mix with civilians, if possible, you can protect it...or go to another place...the first floor should be safe for the time being.

"Also... don't have any psychological burden..."

The minister comforted in a warm voice: "It's a very beautiful and creative counterattack... If someone else... probably won't survive...

"I have to go support the underdog now... Can you take care of yourself?"

"There's nothing to worry about, my injuries are healed."

Russell urged: "It's all right here—you go."

He always felt that his mother was very worried and came over, "Mom is going to work, are you okay at home alone?". And I kept asking over and over again.

- What can I ask?

I've shot five times, and there are four people with guns on the opposite side!

Russell even felt a little swollen.

Hearing that Delphinium didn't reply, she knew that she had probably left.

So Russell took back the beheading of the saint and the chip box again.

Standing in the same pool of blood, the same masked corpses of armed thugs, and scattered severed heads... This scene that was so similar in front of him made Russell a little dazed for a while.

The scenes of yesterday and today overlapped before Russell's eyes.

Russell stretched out his left hand to grab the air, as if he felt the cold and stiffness. When he moved his knuckles slightly, he seemed to hear a creaking sound.

It was the sour sound when the knuckles were frozen to stiff by the cold wind outside the cabin yesterday.

In the dim room in front of me, the light is a cycle of purple and red, but yesterday was a cold color that was blown by the cold wind and frozen.

The blue and red overlap, and there is a strange psychedelic feeling... It's like wearing old-fashioned blue-red 3D glasses.

Russell looked down at the pool of blood in front of him. Looking at himself in a pool of blood.

It also seemed to see the messy white hair reflected in the pool of blood.

The next moment, Russell trembled suddenly, his tail was drooping high, and his pupils suddenly turned into vertical pupils—

"-Yo."

Russell's left shoulder was suddenly patted.

At some point, a bad day appeared on the right side of Russell's body.

"Our hero..."

Bad Day turned his head to look at Russell, with a warm smile that never changed on his face: "How should I say, long time no see?"

"...less than a day, what a long time."

Russell squinted his eyes and looked at him, took a deep breath: "Have you been here all this time?"

It wasn't until Delphinium left that Bad Day finally showed up?

"Not all the time, I'm very busy."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "I came in with you. You didn't notice me. I was wearing a mask and stayed in the hall all the time."

Saying that, Bad Ri took out a smiling mask stained with blood, and Xu Xu pressed his own face as a gesture.

The smile pattern on the pure white mask almost coincided with the smile on his face.

"...that is, you stood by while they beat me up and shot me?"

Russell asked in a low voice: "When I killed them, did you just look at it like this?"

"I'm watching it carefully."

Bad Sun also replied softly: "You can't die."

"How do you know I won't die?"

"You can dodge shotgun bullets at a distance of fifteen meters, and chop subsonic missiles within ten meters. You also have high-quality psionic weapons like 'Saint Beheading'...if you can be killed by such a few **** If you do, then you're dead."

Bad Ri said calmly: "After all, I'm not here to be a nanny. If you're really useless to that extent and haven't died yet, maybe I'll kill you secretly at some point."

"You really don't know how to chat."

Russell complained: "Unfortunately, you didn't fall to your death on the airship. I thought you would be blown down by the wind."

"So what if you blow it down?"

Bad Ri asked: "What gave you the illusion that a fall of this level can kill me?"

"...Really? How strong are you?"

Russell had some doubts, and at the same time tried to get more information: "Have you passed the Leviathan wall?"

"It's halfway through."

Unexpectedly, Bad Ri replied unabashedly: "No, more than half. No... eighty percent."

"Are you an eighth-level psyker?"

"You can also say that it is a ninth-level psyker, not much difference. At least an eighth-level psyker is like a chicken and a dog in front of me."

"Understood, you are Kana, right?"

Russell complained.

He gradually relaxed.

Although Bad Day looks really bad, it feels like it should be harmless to him.

"After all, I'm not here to be a babysitter", these words are probably to attract myself.

Seems to realize something.

"So calm."

Bad Ri raised his brows: "Did you guess what I'm here for?"

"I promise."

Russell responded directly without hesitation.

"...Don't you ask me what I want to do with you?"

"Join the Tower of Babel, nothing more than that."

Russell sighed: "What else?"

He was reincarnated and sat on the chair with the least amount of blood, moving his body to keep the blood from rubbing against himself: "If it was yesterday, I would have hesitated. But now, my answer is—please let me join."

"Oh…"

Bad Day looked at Russell and sneered: "Sure enough, you haven't killed anyone before. That's quite obedient."

Hearing the unexpected words, Russell suddenly raised his head.

"…what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Bad Sun sighed, stepped on one of the heads, and then kicked it aside: "What do you think about bloodline theory?"

"...Are you a nobleman?" Russell asked back, frowning.

This is a school dedicated to interpreting the concept that "the elves are superior and powerful because their blood is nobler".

"Of course not," Bad Day squatted in front of Russell, showing a creepy smile, "I like killing noble bloodists the most.

"I mean, it's fine if you don't believe it. Because what I say next may remind you of the blood theory. If you mention that word subconsciously, I'm worried that I won't be able to control the killing intent, so I'll call you in advance a vaccination."

"What you don't want to say is..."

Russell said slowly: "Because my father is a criminal, so I will also be a criminal?"

"Half right."

The corner of Bad Ri's mouth raised, and he replied briskly: "But it's not your father. It's actually your mother."

"…what?"

"She joined the Tower of Babel just because she couldn't control her desire to kill and asked for help... It's a negative trait of spiritual relatives that can't be detected, but it can be inherited. On the contrary, it was your father, before he became a traitor. It's polite.

"So, when I saw you on the airship, I guessed this scene. But we didn't know each other at the time, and you wouldn't believe me if I said so..."

Squatting in front of Russell who was sitting on a low stool, Bad Ri, who was about the same height as Russell, said slowly: "Otherwise, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Why do you think your mother's psychic power can easily touch other people's internal organs?" 'Voids' instead of some more straightforward healing psionic powers?

"When your mother was spiritually awakened, she fell from behind and tore all the internal organs of an adult man with her fingers. Although the man was a kidnapper, he was only thirteen years old and had been accepting adults all day. Miss etiquette education, even for a girl who doesn't even have fighting skills, this kind of intensity of killing intent is already very strong.

"And after that, she didn't feel any fear, nausea. There was even a vague desire to kill... She was troubled by this, so she found a psychiatrist, hoping to treat herself.

"It was also the psychiatrist who led her to join the Tower of Babel. And guided her to become a doctor. In this way, she can vent her instincts and complete her psychic tasks."

Although the dune cat is one of the smallest cats, it is a hunter with a strong desire to hunt.

...It turned out that this was the reason for the emptiness I felt after the murder.

It's a curse from the relatives of carnivorous animals.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he was a born Doctor Avatar, with a monster like "Hyde" lurking in his heart.

Now for this answer. Russell felt that it was more scientific...and easier to accept.

However, even though he was code-named "Doctor", he actually killed someone on the first day he awakened his psychic powers. If someone tried to make a fuss, they would definitely be torn to pieces...

—Sure enough, the support is because it is too strong, so I choose to play support.

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