For the first time, Russell felt so clearly that the anger was almost substantive, burning in his body.
Endless anger and quiet and deep love... two completely different emotions accumulated in Russell's body, and instead became a more powerful force.
Like holding onto red-hot coals.
Excessive "determination" caused the psychic weapons to tremble slightly as if overloaded.
Russell felt the burning pain as he held the saint's decapitated right hand.
Along with the raging anger in his heart... a real flame ignited on the crimson blade of light.
The traces of the sword's blade remain in the air, and the trail of fire still burns in the void.
The gray mouse instantly transformed back into its original "fully cooked" body.
Two short gray transparent spears appeared on his hands, crossed together, and swallowed Russell's slash.
Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound, a string of sparks like a chainsaw kept flying in the air.
After fully blocking the slash, he couldn't help but take half a step back. He grasped the short gray spear with both hands and tightened it upward, trying to lock the light blade.
Russell's explosive speed is much faster than him.
Russell withdrew the weapon before he was locked by the short spear, and struck with his backhand sword like a horizontal whip blade.
Quansu let go of his hand the moment he failed to lock the weapon, and the two gray transparent short spears disappeared like an illusion.
A small gray transparent buckler appeared on his left arm, blocking Russell's blow again.
And Russell's light instrument took advantage of the situation and rotated from top to bottom to strike out with a sword again.
Even if he turned the small buckler with one hand into a large shield held with both hands, it was still split open by the light blade sword!
Even though Quansu tried his best to raise his neck back, the light blade still shattered the gray toad glasses Quansu was wearing with one blow, and the remaining power burned Quansu's left eye.
Visible scorch marks appeared on the half of his cheek that was not protected by the toad mirror.
Even so, Quan Ri did not let out a scream.
He just groaned and at the same time as he was hurt, his other eye suddenly burst out with 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 injuries. He had not yet landed from the air and was unable to adjust his body.
He had no room to dodge and was immediately hit by the light.
Russell's whole body was ignited with gray flames, and the severe pain of his skin being directly burned by the flames emerged in his heart.
Even though the veins on his forehead popped out and the hair on his ears and tail exploded, Russell's body still remained under control.
Russell endured the pain and slowly raised the sage's head. The light blade blocked the gray light and burst out with a dazzling fire.
Since Quan Sheng was able to block the Saint's beheading attack with the short spear he created just now... then there is no reason why the Saint's beheading could not block his spell.
Then, Russell shook his right hand.
The gray flames all over his body suddenly dispersed like an illusion.
Quanzhou's head suddenly shook back, 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 severe pain only lasted for more than a second, and it also made Russell feel like his brain was exploding with pain.
He was panting fiercely on the spot, exhaling white heat that was visible to the naked eye, and the veins near his temples popped out.
Quan Shu also covered his injured left eye and cautiously took two steps back. The gray toad mirror quickly returned to its original appearance in his hand.
As he backed away, he pressed his right hand three times in front of him, and three illusory gray walls like glass appeared in front of him.
Watching 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 as he put down his hands.
"I was shocked. I thought he was a bad person..."
The short and skinny rat-man mage obviously had great contempt for Russell: "It turns out to be our 'great hero' Ultramarine.
"Why don't you give it a try, will you have a heart attack first, or will my strength run out first?"
Quan Shu 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... His subconscious timidity made him choose the path of defensive counterattack.
Russell also needed time to adjust to his condition, so he did not attack immediately.
He didn't want to say a word to Quan Sheng.
The memories and emotions from the Delphinium chip guide his mind all the time, making him calm...or to be more precise, depressed, painful, and desolate.
It feels 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 spiritual power.
Cold-toned psychic energy symbolizes emotions that tend to be cold-toned.
And the pain that echoed in Russell's heart was as if someone was really dying in front of his eyes and in his own hands.
A feeling of heartbreak as if the heart is about to burst.
With the blessing of this emotion, any original emotion will be amplified.
He had only been exposed to that light for just a second...and it was already painful to this extent.
What kind of pain and torture did the bird of paradise endure?
All of this obviously has nothing to do with her, she is just an angel... but she came to destroy the chip for the safety of the people in Xiacheng District, and put on her angel halo to save a stranger she had never seen three days ago.
Now, she was attacked and tortured to the point of dying because of her good deeds?
"Unforgivable..."
Russell murmured softly.
Just thinking about this, uncontrollable rage rose again in the depths of Russell's soul.
Like a gas stove, a flame with a cyan blue base and a crimson tip ignited again from the bottom of Russell's pupils.
And at a speed visible to the naked eye, those cyan-blue glimmers turned into fuel, gradually becoming weaker, while the crimson fire of anger became more intense.
Russell slowly exhaled a breath of white air again.
He pulled out the chip belonging to Delphinium from the prosthetic body of his left arm. The green-blue chip with red light was thrown to the ground by him. The flames under Russell's pupils finally turned into deep red, turning his original green color into red.
The green pupils were completely dyed blood red.
At this moment, he looked as terrifying as a demon rising from the depths of purgatory.
At this time, Russell inserted a new chip again.
An ice-blue chip similar to the color of the Inferior's pupils.
Quan Sheng realized something was wrong.
He raised his right hand, a gray transparent pistol appeared in his hand, and pointed it at Russell's head.
"This is the bullet into which all my 'jealousy' and 'hatred' have been poured into."
Quanzhou chuckled: "Once hit, the gray flames that can never be extinguished will drag anyone to hell."
On the three walls in front of him, gradually shrinking crosshairs appeared one after another.
It's as hard to extinguish as the fire of jealousy.
Like the fire of resentment, it clings to the bones forever.
"As long as there is still a trace of 'jealousy' and 'hate' in the heart, even if the skin and flesh, blood and bones are burned to ashes, it will not stop."
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly pulled the trigger.
