Chapter 400 The Wheel of the Head, the Fire of the Face
The container is closed and opened, opened and closed.
And only when you clearly know what is inside and close the container yourself can it be called your own container.
"I also laughed at the monkey-faced eagle and was misled by the prophecy. It turns out that I am like this too..."
The reason why Russell's awakened psychic energy is the "vessel of God" is precisely because he instinctively hopes that his inner core can be restrained and controlled.
The essence of dusk like a madman is not his heart.
——The combination of this superhuman essence and the fragility, insignificance and stupidity of mortal will that suppress it is the complete Russell!
Although even Russell himself did not realize what it was that his instinct was bound to;
And when he realized this essence, he released it unscrupulously.
His instinct repeatedly warned him and himself. Russell just felt as if he had forgotten something and had an inexplicable sense of disobedience, but he never thought about why.
Until Ringo reminded him of that sentence again.
"Because I...can't turn a blind eye to this."
Russell murmured softly.
It was like he was vaguely aware of something.
The monkey-faced eagle also became serious.
He had to take action.
The confrontation between the two cannot be changed...
A one-man show is meaningless.
Russell also seems to have understood something, and can even control the power of dusk - he can't even put away that power himself.
The psychic energy awakened by the monkey-faced eagle is called "anima animus".
It was the first generation of psychic energy that had never been mastered by anyone before... hatched from the depths of his mind.
It can control people who have "longings" and love "fantasies" and turn reflected dreams into power.
If someone's dream is to light a fire, it is difficult for him to do it alone.
But if someone helps him, it will be much easier.
If the monkey-faced eagle controls the souls of ten people, it can easily realize the desire of the first person - igniting a fierce flame.
If he could control the souls of a thousand people, he could make this flame a hundred times more powerful.
Use the remaining nine hundred and ninety nine souls as motivation to realize the dream of the person who "lights the flame".
If he could control the entire world, he would become a true god.
Everyone's dreams are different, and he can adjust them and turn people's dreams into his own power.
If the world is compared to a company, he is the only boss.
——But his spiritual energy itself is a reflection of Russell's spiritual energy.
He is nothing more than the phantom of a dead man.
The deeper Russell goes into the dusk...the more desperate, angry, and crazy he becomes, and his power will increase.
At this moment, Russell seemed to be breaking free from this control... and from this fate.
He would never allow it.
If he cannot enter the spiral situation, he will not be able to evolve further...
No matter what, at least push Russell into a deeper abyss.
Make it impossible for him to retreat!
To force out his strength——
...There is nothing we can do.
This time, 60%... no, 80% of the reserve will be used first. Let him feel the urgency and fear...
The monkey-faced eagle sighed silently.
Countless threads fell from the void, and the consciousness of those parading in front of Russell was swallowed up in an instant, turning into rigid puppets.
Unlike Russell, the Monkey-Faced Eagle is a Twilight Species transformed from a human.
His humanity, intelligence and will never allow him to control so many "real human beings" at the same time.
But that doesn't matter.
Because he didn't let them live for even a moment——
As if they were dissatisfied that the "Sage Beheading" was too slow, all the heads of a whole street of people infected by the monkey-faced eagle suddenly ejected and took off!
Blood roared down like a torrential rain, splashing on the ground and on the windows, making the entire street look like hell.
And those heads were flying freely, starting to join together in the air.
The heads with spines interspersed with each other, forming a hexagram-like pattern, and more heads were densely dotted on it.
It looks like a giant spinning wheel made of human heads that is constantly spinning.
As it rotates, threads invisible to the naked eye are spun.
They put on a dim yellow light as a shell, and densely packed tentacles gradually formed and grew longer.
Compared with the dim sun, it is more like a brilliant, near-earth, approaching dusk sun.
It's like a miracle.
Even though the inside of this sun is a wheel with a human head smeared with his own blood.
Its shell looks so sacred and inviolable.
As the wheel rotates, those dim yellow tentacles gradually begin to lengthen.
Like some kind of predatory plant, they slowly drooped down, ignoring the shelter of the building walls and sinking into the backs of the heads of the people kneeling to pray.
The next moment, it picked off the head as easily as a person picking grapes from the vine.
There are still human heads flying in the sky one after another like shooting stars, merging into the rotating wheels.
As their number increases at a speed visible to the naked eye, the world around them gradually begins to become distorted.
It's like the illusion you see when you light a match...
As it rotates, the surrounding world also becomes distorted and hazy. Another unique world, with a warning code floating from time to time, seems to be materializing in reality.
When Russell saw this scene, he slowly lowered his head as if he was sleepy.
And when he was about to fall asleep, a white, spine-like chain pierced from the back of his neck and penetrated the chest of the "Vessel of God".
The container of God that was carried away seemed to have gained life, or been awakened...
He took back the hand behind his back and slowly put it on his chest.
When the two distorted stars came into contact, they burst out with an extremely brilliant dim yellow light.
That ray of light overshadowed all the brilliance of this street.
Let time seem to stand still here.
And when it dissipated, the vessel of God had separated the two "hands".
A series of blank masks flowed from his hands like cards.
He closed his hands again, and the masks were flattened.
The next moment, it was like shooting out the card.
Those blank masks spurted out from his palms!
They flew into the air and were put on the heads of those who flew over.
Later, they changed into various postures - monsters, gods, men, and women.
The evil side, the sad side, the happy side...
These masks are also flying aimlessly in the air.
Some of the masks fell down into the dark ground beneath Russell like birds returning to their nests, while those red and angriest masks spit out streaks of crimson furnace fire.
However, all the heads above the dim yellow sun, which was burned by the furnace fire, burst into flames and burst into laughter at the same time.
"More, more!"
They screamed.
They are looking forward to it.
In order to squeeze out more anger from Russell - the wheel of human heads that had already begun the process of destruction began to turn slowly again, preparing for the next attack.
What we want to attack this time is the Iron City itself below.
The fire of the furnace is scorching hot.
They are already close to destruction.
But, it's too late.
An attack of this magnitude cannot completely destroy "them" before they prepare for the next attack.
