After the battle, Russell's dizziness hit his head again, and it even started to become more serious.
He felt like vomiting...but luckily he had a chip for treatment.
Russell took out the chip box that the inferior gave him, picked out the green chip, and inserted it into the slot of his left arm prosthetic hand.
A warm and firm vague memory flooded into his mind. Along with the hope emerging from the bottom of his heart, Russell's pupils became richer and darker, turning into a rich green that was reminiscent of spring.
Green light danced around him.
Russell's injuries recovered quickly, and in less than half a minute, the wound on his head had completely healed.
Because it was too simple, it even made him feel a little unrealistic.
...If it weren't for the fact that he had no time to insert the chip just now, this blue chip with the psychic ability of "protecting light bullets" might have made his victory easier.
But it seems impractical to accurately swap out the chip you want to use during battle.
Russell pulled the used green chip out of his hand and threw it to the ground.
In fact, only half a minute passed in between.
This chip still has about half of its life left. But when it is withdrawn from the slot, the red light still starts to flash - that is, it cannot be used.
This means it has been used once and was destroyed.
It's just like the kind of blood bottle in RPG games that "can't be drunk separately, you must drink one at a time".
"I always feel that if you use it if your blood is not enough, it will be a bit of a loss..."
Russell complained: "Fortunately, this is free."
"Speaking of which, how do they draw cards accurately on Bad Day?"
Russell tilted his head, a little confused.
Is it really just about the fate of the first card on the right hand?
Use whatever you draw.
This is what is destined to happen...
Or should we just lay them out in order and draw them one by one when the time comes?
But, speaking of it...
...We’ve killed five of them here, why haven’t we received the promised support yet?
Russell was a little worried: "Isn't it the bad guys who are in danger?"
"——Russell?"
At this moment, the voice of the delphinium sounded again.
But it is not as clear as before, but becomes fuzzy and intermittent, like a broadcast that has been interfered by electromagnetic interference.
"...can you hear...Russell?"
"You can hear it!"
"Great, we finally got in touch... Don't be afraid, other enemies... are starting to gather towards the bad guys."
Delphinium's intermittent voice sounded: "There is still interference... Don't go upstairs, go to the lobby and mingle with the civilians... If possible, you can protect yourself... or go somewhere else... The first floor should be safe for the time being."
"Also... don't have any psychological burden..."
The minister comforted him warmly: "A very beautiful and creative counterattack... If it were another person... he probably wouldn't survive...
"I have to go support the inferior side now...can you take care of yourself?"
"There's nothing to worry about. My injuries have been healed."
Russell urged: "No problem here - just go."
He always felt as if his mother was very worried and came over to him, "Mom has to go to work, are you okay at home alone?" And he kept asking over and over again.
-What questions can I have?
I've beaten five against one, and there are still four people on the other side with guns!
Russell even felt a little bloated.
When Delphinium didn't reply, I knew she had probably left.
So Russell took back the saint's beheading and the chip box again.
Standing in a pool of blood, the same masked corpses of gun-wielding thugs, and scattered severed heads... This was such a similar scene before him that Russell was distracted for a moment.
The scenes of yesterday and today overlapped in front of Russell's eyes.
Russell stretched out his left hand to grasp the air, and seemed to feel the coldness and stiffness. He moved his knuckles slightly, and seemed to hear a squeaking sound.
That was the sore sound made yesterday when the cold wind outside the cabin blew continuously and my knuckles were frozen to the point of stiffness.
In the dim room in front of me, the lights were cycled purple and red, but yesterday they were cold colors blown by the cold wind and frozen.
The overlap of blue and red creates a strange psychedelic feeling... just like wearing old-fashioned blue-red 3D glasses.
Russell lowered his head, looking at the pool of blood in front of him. Looking at himself in the pool of blood.
He also seemed to see the messy white hair reflected in the pool of blood.
The next moment, Russell suddenly trembled, his low-hanging tail raised high, and his pupils suddenly turned into vertical pupils——
"——Yo."
Russell's left shoulder was suddenly tapped.
At some point, Bad Day appeared on the right side of Russell's body.
"Our hero..."
Bad Day turned to look at Russell, with the warm smile that had never changed on his face: "How should I say, long time no see?"
"...It's less than a day, so what a long time."
Russell squinted his eyes and looked at him, taking a deep breath: "Have you always been here?"
It wasn't until Delphinium left that Bad Sun 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."
With that said, Bad Ri took out a smiling mask stained with blood, and Xuxu pressed it on his face as a sign.
The smile pattern on the pure white mask almost coincided with the smile on his face.
"...that is to say, when they beat me and shot me with guns, you stood by?"
Russell asked in a low voice: "When I killed them, you just watched like this?"
"I'm watching it very carefully."
Bad Ri also replied softly: "You can't die."
"How do you know I can't die?"
"You can dodge shotgun bullets at a distance of fifteen meters, and chop subsonic missiles with a knife within ten meters. And you have high-quality psychic weapons like 'Saint Beheading'... If you can be beaten by such a few idiots
If you kill him, he will die."
Bad Ri said calmly: "After all, I'm not here to be a nanny. If you are really such a waste and you haven't died yet, I might secretly kill you at some point."
"You really don't know how to chat."
Russell complained: "It's a pity that I didn't fall to death on the airboat. I thought you would be blown down by the wind."
"What if it blows down?"
Bad Sun asked: "What gave you the illusion that a fall of this level can kill me?"
"...Really? How strong are you?"
Russell was a little skeptical, and at the same time tried to find out more information: "Have you passed the Leviathan Wall?"
"Halfway passed."
Unexpectedly, Bad Ri answered unabashedly: "No, more than half. No... eighty percent."
"Are you an eighth-level psyker?"
"You can also say it's level nine, it's not much different. At least level eight psychics are like chickens and dogs in front of me."
"I understand, you are Kanna, right?"
Russell complained.
He gradually relaxed.
Although Bad Day looks really bad, he feels like he should be harmless to himself.
"After all, I'm not here to be a nanny." These words were probably meant to recruit me.
Seems to realize something.
"So calm."
Bad Ri raised his eyebrows: "Did you guess what I came to do?"
"I promise."
Russell responded directly without hesitation.
"...You don't want to ask me what I want to do with you?"
"Join the Tower of Babel, that's all."
Russell sighed: "What else could it be?"
He reincarnated and sat on the chair with the least blood on it, moving his body to try to prevent the blood from rubbing on himself: "If it were yesterday, I would still hesitate. But now, my answer is - please let me join."
"oh……"
Bad Day looked at Russell and sneered: "As expected, you have never killed anyone before. That's quite good."
Hearing the unexpected words, Russell suddenly raised his head.
"...What do you mean?"
"Literally."
Bad Sun sighed, stepped on one of the heads, and then kicked it aside: "What do you think of the blood theory?"
"...Are you a bloodist?" Russell frowned and asked.
This is a school of thought dedicated to interpreting the concept that "the excellence and power of elves are due to their nobler bloodline".
"Of course not," Bad Day squatted in front of Russell and showed a creepy smile, "I like killing nobles the most.
"I mean, it's fine if you don't believe it. Because what I say next may remind you of bloodline theory. If you mention that word subconsciously, I'm worried that I won't be able to control my murderous intention, 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 become a criminal, right?"
"Half right."
Bad Ri raised the corner of his mouth and replied briskly: "But it's not your father. In fact, it's your mother."
"……What?"
"She joined the Tower of Babel in order to seek help because she couldn't control her desire to kill... It is a negative trait of spiritual relatives that cannot be detected, but will be inherited. On the contrary, it was your father who had always been a traitor before he became a traitor.
They are all polite and 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 told you directly..."
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, why do you think your mother's psychic power is a 'non-existent weapon' that can easily contact other people's internal organs?"
Rather than some more straightforward healing psionic power?
"When your mother awakened her spiritual power, she threw her down from behind and tore all the internal organs of an adult man with her fingers. Although the man was a kidnapper, she was only thirteen years old and had been receiving adult care all day long.
For a young girl who has received little etiquette education and doesn't even have fighting skills, this level of murderous intent is already very strong.
"And after that, she didn't feel any fear or nausea. She even had a vague desire to kill... She was troubled by this, so she found a psychiatrist in the hope of treating herself.
"It was the psychiatrist who led her to join the Tower of Babel. And led her to become a doctor. In this way, she can vent her instincts and complete her psychic tasks."
Although the sand dune cat is one of the smallest cats, it is a hunter with a very strong desire to hunt.
...It turns out that this was the reason for the emptiness I felt after killing someone before.
It's a curse from a carnivore spirit relative.
Russell was inexplicably relieved.
He thought he was a born Dr. Jekyll and that there was a monster like "Hyde" lurking in his heart.
Russell now feels that this answer is more scientific...and more acceptable.
However, even though he was codenamed "Doctor", he actually killed people on the first day he awakened his psychic powers. If someone tried to make trouble with medicine, they would definitely be torn to pieces...
——As expected, the support players are all too strong, so they choose to play support roles.
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